BazmundWell, I assumed that Merrick didn't give her a roll of parchment, since he told her to see him at his fancyhouse after dinner. So Sparks is going to sit and glare at Merrick constantly throughout the feast then have a rant at him again. They get on so well~
Also, Draex, if it helps I have a permalink of Spark's app in my bookmarks. I might go back and edit it now, I did it all on a tablet and it needs some format fixin'.
http://198.58.124.212:3000/topics/1635/posts/ooc?page=44#post-256490
There's the link regardless.
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"Given your manners, choice of language and demands for drink, there's little reason to think you met him anywhere else but a tavern."
Sparked raised an eyebrow, before bursting into a laughter so loud that it briefly overwhelmed the chatter around the feast table. She leant back in her chair, shaking her head, and giving Arameus a toothy grin. "I like you. You're funny." she said, trying to give him a hearty and slightly painful slap on the back.
"But I make a poor jest at your expense, forgive me M'Lady, I'm Arameus and 'tis a pleasure to met you, and if I may be so bold as to say, I was quite impressed with your ability to handle a sword, with a bit more technique and balance added to your raw power, I would wager you could of bested his Lordship, but then again we're not here to fight amongst ourselves are we?...so what manner of task have you been given, if I may ask?"
"M'lady?" spluttered Sparks, practically choking on the sweet wine she started guzzling between one sentence and the next. "Arameus, I am no lady. I'm a woman, yeah, but I'm not a lady. You and Merrick, goodness...I'm sure you can flatter all the other birds on this table but I just find it irritating. I'm sure a couple of them swoon over gentlemen, at least." snickered Sparks, glancing down the table at the women in particular. She wipes a bit of wine off the side of her mouth with her knuckles, giving Arameus her undivided attention the moment he makes a comment about her sword skills.
"I find it amusing that people call Merrick a lord. Anyways, thanks for the compliment." she grunted, hoisting up the aforementioned boob rag to cover her decency just a little more. "And I have all the technique in the world - he's just flighty and avoided a kick to the manhood, which means he's scared of having his manliness tested. I'd put him down as a 'crumple up in pain' kind of guy. There used to be a man who wandered around Freya who could take several and not even stop to think about it. Mind you, I think all the tattoo ink made him completely numb."
Sparks reached for the wine bottle, but then hesitated. Her expression became one of grim determination as she stood up and hurled it as far away from her as possible - Felynne picked up the bottle grudgingly, as to not cover the meadow with litter. Sparks glared at Merrick with as much hatred as she could possibly muster, waited until he was looking at her, and jerked a thumb to the now-empty spot where her drink was. Hopefully, it wouldn't have taken him that long to look at her - after all, she did just stand up and lob a glass bottle away for no apparent reason.
Somewhat pleased that particular little episode was over, she returned to her conversation as if nothing happened, the only explanation she gave is "I think I would've bested the poncy sap if he didn't decide to give me a shove like a temperamental child and fly off on his dragon. But, haha, just you wait; I will personally kick his arse one day. 'not here to fight amongst ourselves' indeed."
"As for a task, I, uh..." Sparks trailed off, looking around her seat for a roll of parchment. "...Was apparently too good for one..." she manages uncertainly as she glances around the table at everyone else's parchment, wondering if one of them had two. "...So clearly I'm up for some very important task." finished Sparks, with not nearly as much confidence as she had before.
No parchment. No task. Merrick didn't even trust her and her dragon enough to give her a mission. Sparks suddenly regretted throwing away the wine behind her, she just found a much better target; Merrick's chair looked easy enough to fire a breadroll at without anyone looking, right? She folded her arms, scowling. "-Way- too important to have written down on parchment, Arameus. Don't worry about that." she muttered sulkily, turning her attention to Tara. "Did you get two rolls of parchment or something?" asked Sparks hopefully; perhaps there was still a chance.
Sparked raised an eyebrow, before bursting into a laughter so loud that it briefly overwhelmed the chatter around the feast table. She leant back in her chair, shaking her head, and giving Arameus a toothy grin. "I like you. You're funny." she said, trying to give him a hearty and slightly painful slap on the back.
"But I make a poor jest at your expense, forgive me M'Lady, I'm Arameus and 'tis a pleasure to met you, and if I may be so bold as to say, I was quite impressed with your ability to handle a sword, with a bit more technique and balance added to your raw power, I would wager you could of bested his Lordship, but then again we're not here to fight amongst ourselves are we?...so what manner of task have you been given, if I may ask?"
"M'lady?" spluttered Sparks, practically choking on the sweet wine she started guzzling between one sentence and the next. "Arameus, I am no lady. I'm a woman, yeah, but I'm not a lady. You and Merrick, goodness...I'm sure you can flatter all the other birds on this table but I just find it irritating. I'm sure a couple of them swoon over gentlemen, at least." snickered Sparks, glancing down the table at the women in particular. She wipes a bit of wine off the side of her mouth with her knuckles, giving Arameus her undivided attention the moment he makes a comment about her sword skills.
"I find it amusing that people call Merrick a lord. Anyways, thanks for the compliment." she grunted, hoisting up the aforementioned boob rag to cover her decency just a little more. "And I have all the technique in the world - he's just flighty and avoided a kick to the manhood, which means he's scared of having his manliness tested. I'd put him down as a 'crumple up in pain' kind of guy. There used to be a man who wandered around Freya who could take several and not even stop to think about it. Mind you, I think all the tattoo ink made him completely numb."
Sparks reached for the wine bottle, but then hesitated. Her expression became one of grim determination as she stood up and hurled it as far away from her as possible - Felynne picked up the bottle grudgingly, as to not cover the meadow with litter. Sparks glared at Merrick with as much hatred as she could possibly muster, waited until he was looking at her, and jerked a thumb to the now-empty spot where her drink was. Hopefully, it wouldn't have taken him that long to look at her - after all, she did just stand up and lob a glass bottle away for no apparent reason.
Somewhat pleased that particular little episode was over, she returned to her conversation as if nothing happened, the only explanation she gave is "I think I would've bested the poncy sap if he didn't decide to give me a shove like a temperamental child and fly off on his dragon. But, haha, just you wait; I will personally kick his arse one day. 'not here to fight amongst ourselves' indeed."
"As for a task, I, uh..." Sparks trailed off, looking around her seat for a roll of parchment. "...Was apparently too good for one..." she manages uncertainly as she glances around the table at everyone else's parchment, wondering if one of them had two. "...So clearly I'm up for some very important task." finished Sparks, with not nearly as much confidence as she had before.
No parchment. No task. Merrick didn't even trust her and her dragon enough to give her a mission. Sparks suddenly regretted throwing away the wine behind her, she just found a much better target; Merrick's chair looked easy enough to fire a breadroll at without anyone looking, right? She folded her arms, scowling. "-Way- too important to have written down on parchment, Arameus. Don't worry about that." she muttered sulkily, turning her attention to Tara. "Did you get two rolls of parchment or something?" asked Sparks hopefully; perhaps there was still a chance.
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A flash of naked side boob
I must reply tomorrow.
A flash of naked side boob
I must reply tomorrow.
I just noticed, hidden in Ghirardelli's post, a true gem of Sparks' current situation and relationship with Merrick:
"They landed just as the others were pairing off to spar when suddenly Sparks flew into a seeming rage and pummeled Lord Merrik as viciously as the blunted weapon would allow."
Yep, that's pretty much it in a nutshell, I'm done here, goodbye.
But on top of that, I'll be editing my post to add in a hella long collab, and a massive turning point in Sparks. \o/
EDIT: Posted the collab - if you cba to read it all, then just scroll down to the line, that's where my involvement with the feast starts. Ghirardella, Kyrara...you've been mentioned - Sparks can only talk to one person at once, but I'll get to talking to Tara in my next post!
"They landed just as the others were pairing off to spar when suddenly Sparks flew into a seeming rage and pummeled Lord Merrik as viciously as the blunted weapon would allow."
Yep, that's pretty much it in a nutshell, I'm done here, goodbye.
But on top of that, I'll be editing my post to add in a hella long collab, and a massive turning point in Sparks. \o/
EDIT: Posted the collab - if you cba to read it all, then just scroll down to the line, that's where my involvement with the feast starts. Ghirardella, Kyrara...you've been mentioned - Sparks can only talk to one person at once, but I'll get to talking to Tara in my next post!
Piccies! You don't have to reveal your face, but my prom is coming up in a few months too, so I wish to shamelessly steal ideas and gush over how good everyone else looks in dresses!
Soulserenity20 said
Why would she need booze to unlock her dragon power? Lol she technically wouldn't, as they all have their mana instilled in them upon bonding. And Merrik made sure ALL the liquor was gone, including any in her personal stache, perhaps with the help of Felynne? Sparks can't be a drunk the whole time... Lol what is it that's going toget her out of her depressed downer state?
Stitches said Bonded move - Dragon Breath: Sparks can roar in a drunken fury so powerful, her fists erupt into flames. Fiery doom to all who attack her until she wears out and passes out in the end.
Drunken fury.
I should probably change that now that there is literally no booze anywhere. That, or my task should be to sneak out with Felynne and get some because, man, how are we going to get anything done without some serious Liquid Courage up in here?
THINGS TO DO: Get Sparks to meet other tamers. She really needs to do that. Now that she's not depressed anymore. Oh, and finish off my task post, then continue making lewd jokes at Merrick and completely disregarding his authority with witty banter.
It took you that long to figure it out? Woah. O.o" Yeah, multiple people in one PM! \o/
EDIT: I've noticed...an issue. For Sparks to unlock her dragon power, she's going to need some booze. And now there's a distinct lack of booze! What if we get attacked? How will Sparks be able to save everyone? D:
It's cool, i'm sure she smuggled some with her in her bra or something.
EDIT: I've noticed...an issue. For Sparks to unlock her dragon power, she's going to need some booze. And now there's a distinct lack of booze! What if we get attacked? How will Sparks be able to save everyone? D:
It's cool, i'm sure she smuggled some with her in her bra or something.
Posted! In which Kiyomi starts smooching her way up to getting Recca and Claus into her guild xD
Chiharu looked down at the slice of bread she was offered, and took a bite experimentally. She cringed at the taste, it was like chewing on a soft rice-cracker. No flavour at all, just an odd texture in her mouth. She made the mental note to go out there and buy ingredients only, since there was simply no way she's going to eat anything a Person of the Land has prepared. Perhaps a bit aloof of her to think as such, but she didn't even -like- rice crackers.
Something clicked in her head and she smirked a little, ears flicking twice. "Say, you're the guy who I almost bumped into. I guess that golem isn't going anywhere fast, is it?" she said, watching Claus' failed tries to dismiss the massive thing. "But if it's following you, then just order it to move somewhere else? It would take the attention off of you - not as if that's much of a help now, anyways, since everyone's just flocked over to see you. Hi, I'm Chiharu...well, I'm not Chiharu, but it's what it says on the nametag."
Kiyomi looked over Recca too, and her fingers clenched over the bit of bread-crust that she was toying with. Despite not having any skill in a game, she knew which ones did, and this guy had the gear of a very powerful player indeed. And, of course, the two of them didn't have any guild tag on their names - well, that would change very quickly.
"Like my friend just said, we're all trying to figure out what it is we should do now we're all trapped here, and the first thing that came to mind was to find some friends before people make enemies. It's hardly my style to declare that a certain person is my nemesis...I'd rather I held up the high standards of my guild, and not have any of us stoop so low as to not give out help to people who need it."
It had to be a topic to approach warily. Even to Kiyomi, it felt too soon to start babbling on about how everyone should join her guild...but if anything, she's a bloody good wordweaver. She could probably talk her way past a hostage situation if she felt like it; after all, it's one of the demanding qualities of a guild leader to be able to make everyone happy.
She decided that, at the very least, she wanted to make these two more likely to help people in need, but having them in the guild seemed like a good bonus. "Don't you both agree, though?" she asked worriedly. "There are children stuck here too and admittedly, the moment people get their bearings...one can assume that they'll find a way to take advantage of the new players and, god forbid, the younger ones."
She sat up straight, glancing over at Erebus and Ragnar. "That's what we, the Lotus Warriors, are going to try and prevent. After all, this isn't a game; not anymore, and if someone doesn't start trying to help then this world will turn into an 'every man for themselves' scenario."
Something clicked in her head and she smirked a little, ears flicking twice. "Say, you're the guy who I almost bumped into. I guess that golem isn't going anywhere fast, is it?" she said, watching Claus' failed tries to dismiss the massive thing. "But if it's following you, then just order it to move somewhere else? It would take the attention off of you - not as if that's much of a help now, anyways, since everyone's just flocked over to see you. Hi, I'm Chiharu...well, I'm not Chiharu, but it's what it says on the nametag."
Kiyomi looked over Recca too, and her fingers clenched over the bit of bread-crust that she was toying with. Despite not having any skill in a game, she knew which ones did, and this guy had the gear of a very powerful player indeed. And, of course, the two of them didn't have any guild tag on their names - well, that would change very quickly.
"Like my friend just said, we're all trying to figure out what it is we should do now we're all trapped here, and the first thing that came to mind was to find some friends before people make enemies. It's hardly my style to declare that a certain person is my nemesis...I'd rather I held up the high standards of my guild, and not have any of us stoop so low as to not give out help to people who need it."
It had to be a topic to approach warily. Even to Kiyomi, it felt too soon to start babbling on about how everyone should join her guild...but if anything, she's a bloody good wordweaver. She could probably talk her way past a hostage situation if she felt like it; after all, it's one of the demanding qualities of a guild leader to be able to make everyone happy.
She decided that, at the very least, she wanted to make these two more likely to help people in need, but having them in the guild seemed like a good bonus. "Don't you both agree, though?" she asked worriedly. "There are children stuck here too and admittedly, the moment people get their bearings...one can assume that they'll find a way to take advantage of the new players and, god forbid, the younger ones."
She sat up straight, glancing over at Erebus and Ragnar. "That's what we, the Lotus Warriors, are going to try and prevent. After all, this isn't a game; not anymore, and if someone doesn't start trying to help then this world will turn into an 'every man for themselves' scenario."
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