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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

My friend just informed me that Trump plans to execute the death penalty for drug traffickers.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Have changed the post, my bad - I really thougbt it would be okay since it was such a tiny thing, sorry.

@Stormflyx

You're completely fine, Storm. <3 He was just saying for the future. Don't even think on it. :)

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Anyone else...?

@Dynamo Frokane

This conversation feels like a trap, so no thanks.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I hope he doesn't suddenly keep his hands on one he just met!

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Well seeing how he dislikes Settione the ladies man...

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I think a good compromise is saying "When an-hasst takes his hands off" because I doubt he'd be feeling her up for very long.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil had felt restless.

After about fifteen minutes of waiting on the food, he let out a long sigh. Needless to say Taya was startled when he suddenly stepped forward into a jump and kicked off the wall like he used to do in his planet's 'Primary Educational System' when he got too bored. The food wasn't here, Junebug was out doing Gideon knows what with the heir to a throne, and he didn't know what to do with himself. Granted, he could always go out and either get drunk or find some local tail, but for the first time in a long time he had no appetite for it.

"I'mma take a walk." He said to Taya. The girl had been lounging on the cushioned chair, her head popping up like a surprised puppy. "What? But the food..."

"I'll be back." He said, and disappeared out of the great guest hall and into the corridor that was big enough for the Highlander to skim through.

He just wanted to stretch his legs, but a short time later he found himself in a wing he'd never been in before. The ceiling was the same high, elongated domed shape. The busts and paintings and the decorum in general was lavish and extravagant. But it felt unfamiliar in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on. The color scheme was no longer red and gold, but purple and blue. It took him a moment top realize that perhaps the palace's wings had different royal owners.

Wherever he was, he was just trying to find the elevator. Even if he wasn't invited to Junebug's 'date' he still wanted to see some sights. You know, maybe he would go try to find some lady to spend some time with. If this was one of Aiden's sister's hall, he might just sweet talk his way into her bed. It wouldn't be the first time he made a high class girl squeal.

Just as he made it to one of the corners of the hall that turned left, he began to hear footsteps. Neil stopped, and realized he honestly didn't know if he was allowed here. A mixture of amusement and guilt appeared on his face, and he sprinted over to one of the tapestries, slipping behind it. In fact it was so thick he grabbed it and hauled himself up to hide his feet, the tapestry so large it barely caused it to sway anymore than it already did. He wasn't what you'd call muscled, but he had a fit, wiry physique and good upper body strength.

The footsteps disappeared not a minute later, and slowly he sank back down onto the ground and peeked out into the hall.

"Coast is clear." He told himself, and took that turn on the corner to reveal a colorful rug under something he hadn't expected to see. The thrice stabbed corpse of a pretty woman. "HOLY SH-" he said as soon as the image clicked in his head. The body was still bleeding bright red. It was one of Aiden's sisters or...female cousins? He didn't know. He didn't really care. He just needed to get the fuck out of here before anyone pinned this on him.

"Don't run..." he whispered to himself as he untensed, a cold sweat appearing on his brow. "Just walk. People ask less questions when you walk."

He turned around, and headed back the way he came, his mind whirring with the possibilities of why anyone would murder someone in the royal line. He'd need to tell Junebug just in case Prince Charming was next. Or just to let her know so they can shy away from getting into any trouble. As he pondered, he nearly passed a door he hadn't noticed before on his way there, and realized he was walking on the opposite side of the hallway as if it was a highway.

He laughed, recognizing the lift for what it was. "Noice." He said, pressing the button and stepping in. The door was glassteel, and once he was going upwards he saw past the Palace and found the city lights streaming before him in a myriad of colors, with buildings rising like low mountains. It was actually beautiful, reminding him of when hew piloted the Highlander over Fornax's mountainous region. He just needed a high vantage point to piss off the side for kicks and then he'd go back and eat. Turning his head to the left, he saw the walkway that Aiden must have mentioned earlier.

"Whoa that does look-"

He saw Junebug and Alden walking along it, laughing. She wore an expensive dress that accentuated every womanly side he never even knew she had.

Neil deflated, and he pressed the button to go back down. "This is starting to get annoying."

He decided to take another walk in the opposite direction of the palace before he made it back, and by that time his burger had been eaten, getting washed down Sayeeda's throat with a drink. For once, he didn't seem amused. He didn't even feel like talking at all, but he didn't want to leave them in the dark. He pointed a thumb behind himself. "Found a dead royal in one of the halls. Stabbed. No idea why."
@Penny

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Despite his slight reservations at what Taya was orchestrating, he couldn't help but laugh at her antics and hip thrusting. She was starting to take after him, he saw. "Yep, just don't be too long. We're getting Braman burgers," Neil explained, referring to the cattle that had descended from Holy Terra thousands of years ago. While they were nowhere close to extinct, old earth food was considered a delicacy and they had not spread too far across the galaxy to be a common meal.

Neil stepped out of the hot tub as the Prince looked away. It was a polite gesture not to look, but Neil had to take it a step further. "Don't be jealous, Al." He said, unapolegetically inferring his dick size.

Of course his conscience struck him a moment later, and he suddenly went quiet. He shouldn't let a very miniscule amount of fame sprinkled with a small amount of jealously have him take jabs and people who didn't deserve it. The Prince had been nothing but grateful and nice since they had met him. He felt that he should have a talk with the Prince and apologize to him at some point before the ceremony. Neil had no right to the jealousy anyway after eye-fucking and indeed totally fucking Quetzalli when he had the chance. He still said he'd see her again one day, but he didn't even know if that was possible.

But honestly, it was deeper than that. Neil had never liked authority, which was the main reason he had joined the rebellion. He shouldn't thrust his prejudices on the Prince, who's been a swell guy.

Neil toweled himself up, looking into the towel. "I know little buddy, but don't worry you'll get company soon. Calm down." He let out a 'whoo' at the cool air on his skin, and gave Sayeeda a 'good luck' wink as he exited into his quarters to change.

After Sayeeda gave him the go ahead to turn around, the Prince gave a smile that was undeniably charming. "If you'd like to, we can take the causeway over the Dar'illian Strait. Trust me, it had quite the view." He was referring to the walkway above the city, connecting the two furthest palace wings together.
@Penny

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic pushed Eliose to arm's length and nodded. "We'll get you to the next town and help you. But right now we need to go, ok?" He looked into her eyes, making sure she understood. He saw tears still streaming down her face, but she nodded after a moment. Cyrdic gave a small smile to ease her.

"Let me get a few of my things..." She said. Slowly, she stood up and the disappeared into the back rooms. Cyrdic let out a frustrated breath from his nose, and turned to Camilla.

"I almost long for a beastman's axe." He admitted. Before Camilla could comfort him, an uneasy silence materialized. As if the crowd outside disappeared.

It was a knock and a voice at the door that solved that mystery, those of the Justicar Thaddeus. "Open up, or face the wrath of the Emperor and Sigmar himself." He called. "I have business with you two, and the woman within!"

Cyrdic cocked his pistol, the aged one he kept just in case. pointing it at the door. His voice was harsh and commanding, demanding an answer. "How do we know you don't lead that mob out there?"

"If I did, the door would be knocked down, rather than knocked upon." The Justicar said. "But I will hear your explanations and the truth of this matter, or you will face the noose!"

Eloise had just stepped into the room, her eyes wide as saucers as she clutched a few scant items. A blanket, a runic necklace, and what looked to be a very old ceremonial dagger. Cyrdic glanced Camilla's way, prompting her to be ready when the door opened. "Fair enough." Cyrdic called. He stepped forward, pistol at the ready as he placed his hand on the doorknob, slowly opening the door.
@Penny