Tracyarmav

Animal Army

Yeah, my bad, should have tagged everyone on that last post.

Carpe Diem

Also still here.

Carpe Diem

@Medusa Umm, sorry, Darlin' is a term of endearment where I'm from... >.>

Also, I claim no labels as my own, I just enjoy writing certain kinds of RPs and with certain RPers, this SL caught my interest. I'll gladly admit I'm stretching myself to write in the advanced section. I was trying... nvm, I failed and that's that, all the necessary points have been made, and I have no contention with anyone right now. Thanks to everyone for being civil, it's nice.

Side Quest - Sword Art Online

I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to use a Solo quote, :) Best of luck to you mate! I don't plan on competing with you directly, but I recon it'd be shame to leave you completely un-challenged. :)

Carpe Diem

Nah, I'm not trying to say being critical is bad, just that word patterns can be perceived as carrying a particular tone, even if that's not accurate. I'm just to tired, congested and distracted to do so coherently. I'm sorry for that, but it's the card's I've got right now, so please bear with me, or at least try not to strangle me while you wait for something coherent to come out of my corner. (fair warning, you could be waiting a while)

Side Quest - Sword Art Online

<Snipped quote by KabenSaal>

Dont think I ain't gonna sweet talk the fox girls either. Oh no. You two I got designs on. You want a trade empire you're gonna have to make some deals with the components providers working in the field.
Cant make weapons with iron you dont have.

@Zelosse

Don't get cocky kid. Remember you're not the only supplier, and probably not even the most efficient supplier having "wasted" so much time perfecting your dual fighting style, :P ;)

Carpe Diem

@Medusa Dahlin' we a'int but humble, part time fiction writers, please show a little grace to us who have not had the experience necessary to be so brutally accurate in our character depictions. I understand how frustrating erroneous depictions of RL can be, but please remember we aren't here to write out Real Life. We're here to play. Play a role that we invent for ourselves and those we choose to write with, to be specific. So try not to be so critical of our depictions, we're trying to write a story, and have fun, not be the most accurate writers on the web. What I'm trying to say is that, your posts all seem very critical, which is understandable, but not necessary, and in Wind's case unwelcome. (I presume on the grounds that she's not keen to deal with player strife, but that's my guess, not her words)

Thank you for being so civil in communicating your point of view, forgive us if we are used to certain word patterns being associated with certain tones, which may not be the case in your writing, or anyone else's. Does that clear things up?

EDIT: ... And I took to long to post again, and got beaten to the punch be someone who said it better than I did. Oh well. Thanks @Mistress for adding a clear recap of events.

Animal Army

Isa : Anisim Misolav

You enjoy seeing our incompetence, so if she were really so inept, you'd not have prevented her from demonstrating that ineptitude as we all know. By your own cowardice, you have told both her, and me, if no one else, that she is the greatest threat in the room, and by extension in the entire facility.

I use the same flat monotone again, this time goading him to try something stupid. It probably wouldn't work, but I didn't need it to. I was listening to hear if the other two had noticed the confrontation, and what they may or may not be doing about it. I kept my eye on Vlad's chest, not looking him in the eyes, as an apparent gesture of submission. Let the know it all figure out what I was trying to do, I honestly wasn't sure, except survive to see my sisters again.

@KatherinWinter

Animal Army

Isa : Anisim Misolav

I hope you don't plan on trying to hold her hand through combat, you'll be dead in seconds.

I speak in a flat monotone, not giving damn what he planned, but making it clear the man looked incompetent to me, and probably the rest of his goons too. The other two might not notice the exchange, as I wasn't speaking particularly loudly, but since no one else was making much noise either they might notice. I take the opportunity to retrieve the keys to the hand cuffs and remove the cuff still dangling from Roxy's wrist.

@KatherinWinter

Lord of the Rings: The Shadow of Barad-dûr - (V2)

Yes sir!

Eros ran off down the street, surprisingly refreshed after his mid-ride nap. That was a skill he'd learned as a boy, and now found himself sleep riding rather often, if he was with others he trusted. It sure didn't do anything for his arse though, his legs screaming in agony at him as he ran. Eros merely grimaced and pushed on, discomfort was tolerable, failure was not. He reached the healer's combined shop and home and barged through the front door calling her name. A weary groan came from the ceiling, and Eros dashed to the back an up the narrow stairs. He bounced off the door, eliciting a yelp of surprise from inside and a shout to wait a moment, as he tumbled back down the stairs. Thankfully, he'd left his weapons on his horse, or he might have broken a few things, himself included. Rising slowly, Eros shook his head and climbed the stairs again ad began pounding on the door, and yelling for her to hurry up.

Kinge! What are you doing in bed at this time of day? Never mind that, you're needed at the Prancing Pony to treat the wounded, especially an elven lady whose lost a lot of blood already. Get your things and lets go! What's taking so long?

I listen as Kinge mutters to herself and shuffles around in her room. Finally she opens the door, and Eros scoops her up in his arms and dashes down the stairs and out the door, sprinting back towards the inn. Kinge squealed as she was lifted off the ground, but latches on with surprisingly strong hands. She grumbles about rough handling, but doesn't mind to much, knowing that time has never been her friend and that she'd never moved this quickly, even in her prime, some twenty years ago. Eros rushed through the Inn's front door, the nearest entrance, bowling a patron over and earning a scowl from a busy Butterbur. He ignored both and skidded to a stop in front of the open door, and deposited old Kinge gently on her own two feet again, before stepping back and closing the door, as he went to deal with the angry patron and Butterbur. A few apologies and coins later, the matter was suitable settled, and Eros moved to sit in front of the door, exhausted once more, this time with a pint of ale to help him relax.