So should me and @Savi finish up our barside meeting so that we can go on to the most certainly depressing classically romantic rain, the next day?
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Zmeis snorted, leaning over the bar, crossing his arms in front of him. He turned his head to look at Aiden, and gave him a smile. "False; your name is Romulus. For security reasons, I won't say your last name. You really should get your own superintendent; they are magnificent devices, very useful for tapping into the... guild's databases." He nodded at the wine, giving his affirmative, and took a sip when it was poured.
He dipped his head in recognition of the fine beverage; he said as much, before spinning around on his bar stool. Gesturing over where Scarab and Cerberus met up, he asked the Roman, "Let's get this party started, no? Scarab and Cerberus have already arrived." He stood, taking his glass with him, and nodded his thanks to the bartender, who was trying very hard to appear as if he wasn't listening. The man's eyes widened at the easy acknowledgement of his eavesdropping, but Zmeis did nothing.
Maybe if he was lucky, a Kill Team would show up just after they left, and he could take them down, too.
So he led the way to Scarab's booth, and slid easily in next to their impromptu leader. It was, of course, in part because Cerberus was on the other side of him- he had been jumped once, by the guy, and had decided to always keep him in his sights. Another reason was because Scarab didn't bullshit; she gave you what you needed to know, up front.
But he couldn't help it: he smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at Cerberus, before addressing those present- "How are you all doing this fine evening? Fine and well, I hope."
He dipped his head in recognition of the fine beverage; he said as much, before spinning around on his bar stool. Gesturing over where Scarab and Cerberus met up, he asked the Roman, "Let's get this party started, no? Scarab and Cerberus have already arrived." He stood, taking his glass with him, and nodded his thanks to the bartender, who was trying very hard to appear as if he wasn't listening. The man's eyes widened at the easy acknowledgement of his eavesdropping, but Zmeis did nothing.
Maybe if he was lucky, a Kill Team would show up just after they left, and he could take them down, too.
So he led the way to Scarab's booth, and slid easily in next to their impromptu leader. It was, of course, in part because Cerberus was on the other side of him- he had been jumped once, by the guy, and had decided to always keep him in his sights. Another reason was because Scarab didn't bullshit; she gave you what you needed to know, up front.
But he couldn't help it: he smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at Cerberus, before addressing those present- "How are you all doing this fine evening? Fine and well, I hope."
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Forum: Nation Roleplay
Wow, I am totally pooped in terms of nation inspiration.
Will that do?
Aulfr marched down the stone corridors, decorated with tapestries and paintings of various 'important' people, places, and events. One's travels through the Oberjarl's wing of Castle Noxus were normally plagued with servants asking if their masters needed anything, guards watching attentively from their alcoves, and pages and the like rushing past, passing orders from one place to another. The entire castle was designed with military in mind- corridors curved, entrances were small gates, scattered sparsely, and all the windows were barred and designed to allow archers to fire out, and to repel the fire that erupts from the clay grenades that are sometimes used.
As he approached his room, set at the end of one of the few straight corridors in the castle, he pulled an iron key from his belt, looped with leather twine wrapped tightly with copper wire, to prevent it from being knicked. As he approached his door, a thick, iron-studded oak, he revealed the key from its small special pocket, and inserted it into his lock. A moment later, he shoved open the door, pulling the key out as he did so and taking a step back from the doorway. A moment later, he saw that there was no ambush since the occupant of the room was standing in front of his window on the opposite wall, and stepped full inside. He reached out with one hand, and dragged the door shut again- where he, again, not taking his eyes off the woman occupying his room, locked it, and hid his key away.
He studied her, as he slowly paced towards her, taking in her effort at modesty, putting on the shirt he had left on the floor, for exactly that reason. There was an almost painful height difference- she was rather short compared to the average, and he was rather tall compared to the average. She was much slimmer, as well, especially since she was wearing a not-so-modest bit of underwear, and one of his far larger tunics.
He walked up, stopping well within's arm reach of her. He was expressionless, until one side of his mouth curved upwards, and he said, "Well, what do we have here? The guys that brought you in said you were running for the coast. Ardany spy, perhaps?" He crossed his arms, but it was unmistakable how he left them loose- he was ready to react in an instant.
He paused, then continued. "My name is Aulfr Volsung. Welcome to the Oberjarl's Wing in the Castle Noxus." And then he reached out, seeming slow, seeming like he wasn't rushing his movement- and yet his hand was clamped on her shoulder in an instant, like snakebite. Firmly held, he pulled her towards him, where he picked her up, without any effort at all, it looked, and held her in front of him as he walked to the nearest wall, next to the shining light rushing in from the open window. He shoved her against the wall, and brought her up, staring into her eyes, face-to-face.
Suddenly the pressure on her shoulder was gone- a moment later, it was on her neck, pinning her even harder against the wall. The other hand was holding on to her, above her waist and hips, just below her ribcage, shirt bunched up on top of his hand.
He made certain that she could breath; then he growled, "Now you are going to tell me who you are, why you look like a pureblooded daughter of the higher caste of Ardany, and why in Bjorlog you decided to trespass into Noxus. And then, you're gonna want to give me a reason why I shouldn't throw you out my window, or use you up 'till you're a broken husk."
As he approached his room, set at the end of one of the few straight corridors in the castle, he pulled an iron key from his belt, looped with leather twine wrapped tightly with copper wire, to prevent it from being knicked. As he approached his door, a thick, iron-studded oak, he revealed the key from its small special pocket, and inserted it into his lock. A moment later, he shoved open the door, pulling the key out as he did so and taking a step back from the doorway. A moment later, he saw that there was no ambush since the occupant of the room was standing in front of his window on the opposite wall, and stepped full inside. He reached out with one hand, and dragged the door shut again- where he, again, not taking his eyes off the woman occupying his room, locked it, and hid his key away.
He studied her, as he slowly paced towards her, taking in her effort at modesty, putting on the shirt he had left on the floor, for exactly that reason. There was an almost painful height difference- she was rather short compared to the average, and he was rather tall compared to the average. She was much slimmer, as well, especially since she was wearing a not-so-modest bit of underwear, and one of his far larger tunics.
He walked up, stopping well within's arm reach of her. He was expressionless, until one side of his mouth curved upwards, and he said, "Well, what do we have here? The guys that brought you in said you were running for the coast. Ardany spy, perhaps?" He crossed his arms, but it was unmistakable how he left them loose- he was ready to react in an instant.
He paused, then continued. "My name is Aulfr Volsung. Welcome to the Oberjarl's Wing in the Castle Noxus." And then he reached out, seeming slow, seeming like he wasn't rushing his movement- and yet his hand was clamped on her shoulder in an instant, like snakebite. Firmly held, he pulled her towards him, where he picked her up, without any effort at all, it looked, and held her in front of him as he walked to the nearest wall, next to the shining light rushing in from the open window. He shoved her against the wall, and brought her up, staring into her eyes, face-to-face.
Suddenly the pressure on her shoulder was gone- a moment later, it was on her neck, pinning her even harder against the wall. The other hand was holding on to her, above her waist and hips, just below her ribcage, shirt bunched up on top of his hand.
He made certain that she could breath; then he growled, "Now you are going to tell me who you are, why you look like a pureblooded daughter of the higher caste of Ardany, and why in Bjorlog you decided to trespass into Noxus. And then, you're gonna want to give me a reason why I shouldn't throw you out my window, or use you up 'till you're a broken husk."
lol Well i guess you will find Wilson, i enjoy Chaos, especially when it's the ones i cause (grins evilly)
Can I-
Can I uh
Can I please
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Can I please just
AAGH
can I rewrite what you said to be correct'n'allthat
My grammar nazi is coming out
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Right in front of @Silent Observer, the GM, and @Musoka, the coGM!
Sorry again, for, you know, bother you, @Mahz.
Mahz is such a unique name.
Sorry for bothering you @Mahz.
Really sorry @Mahz.
Hey look @Mahz, @Dirty Pretty Lies is asking @Savi out! :00000000000
Right in front of @Silent Observer, the GM, and @Musoka, the coGM!
Sorry again, for, you know, bother you, @Mahz.
Mahz is such a unique name.
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