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Unless our wonderful GM says otherwise.
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To my knowledge, yes.
Unless our wonderful GM says otherwise.
@Haeo
I think you need to learn colloquial English in this 'poorly defined language.' Might help you out when communicating.
I think you need to learn colloquial English in this 'poorly defined language.' Might help you out when communicating.
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@Unfortunately
>Applauds.
"It's official. I like you, if nothing for the creepy smile and brutality of your crime."
/me poops on a man's sandwich, right before he took a bite, just to prove he can be brutal too
Aulfr watched her out of the corner of his eye as she stared after him, a mixture of emotions flashing across her face. Then, abruptly, she spun about and dove for the bathroom, shutting the door behind her as if hiding from what he had said. He himself felt a flicker of indecision, of conflict within. On the one hand, he vaguely wanted to go after her and set things right. Opposing that is his usual apathy slash patience- he enjoyed dropping something on someone, and then watching how they reacted to it.
He went with his usual route- watching the reactions. So he openly stared at the door to the washroom, half-expecting her to throw it open and charge back in, but nothing happened. After several seconds, he dismissed the notion; she was going to stay in there for some time, it seemed.
So he pulled out his very well sharpened sword, laid it on the table, and reached for his wardrobe for a small bottle of oil and a rag. Moments later, he was busying himself with oiling down the sword, scrubbing off any little specks of rust that had begun accumulating. He even took up a light humming, unintentionally happier, softer.
Then he snapped out of the humming, realizing what he was doing, and shut himself down again. It was work; he was not feeling pleasant, of course not. He just needed her to be on his side, and her falling for him is making him happy because that’s exactly what he needs- a lovesick loyal puppy. Yeah, that’s the entirety of it. Nothing more, nothing less- she’s a tool, who he’ll keep an eye on and get her to do what he wants. That’s all there is to it.
He had trouble keeping his thoughts straight, so he didn’t think at all, and focused on his sword.
He eventually finished it, maybe fifteen minutes later, and he switched to several of his other weapons. By the time Aleksandra re-emerged from her hidey hole, he had a dozen swords, over two dozen daggers, and three different bows laid out on his large table- it was now much more obvious why he had such a table in his room, especially so close to his wardrobe. All three bows were unstrung; he took care in placing them and wrapping their drawstrings up and stowing them away in a small leather pouch. Likewise, each scabbard was laid out next to its respective sword.
He turned at the sound of the door opening. As he always did, he took in details- and despite her determined step, she didn’t look too terribly confident, nor hostile. He set down the sword he was holding, halfway out of a scabbard, and wiped his hands with the rag, tossing it down on top of the sword.
He opened his mouth to say something to the woman, but was cut off as she very sloppily pressed her lips against his. He was both, for a brief moment, stunned and pleased. And then she drew away. He took a moment to recollect his thoughts, and opened his mouth again, so he could say, “Well that was interesting.” Instead, she wiped off his lip and then kissed him again- proper-like, this time.
When she drew away, much slower and intimate this time, he stared down at her, unreadable for a moment. Then the edge of his mouth flicked up in a momentary half-smirk, and he questioned, “Done this time? Got quite the fever for Volsung, do ya?”
He gave a little snort, and continued.
“I knew what you wanted me to do. Don’t mean I’m gonna do it, of course, more likely that I’m just goin’ta walk right around you.”
He went with his usual route- watching the reactions. So he openly stared at the door to the washroom, half-expecting her to throw it open and charge back in, but nothing happened. After several seconds, he dismissed the notion; she was going to stay in there for some time, it seemed.
So he pulled out his very well sharpened sword, laid it on the table, and reached for his wardrobe for a small bottle of oil and a rag. Moments later, he was busying himself with oiling down the sword, scrubbing off any little specks of rust that had begun accumulating. He even took up a light humming, unintentionally happier, softer.
Then he snapped out of the humming, realizing what he was doing, and shut himself down again. It was work; he was not feeling pleasant, of course not. He just needed her to be on his side, and her falling for him is making him happy because that’s exactly what he needs- a lovesick loyal puppy. Yeah, that’s the entirety of it. Nothing more, nothing less- she’s a tool, who he’ll keep an eye on and get her to do what he wants. That’s all there is to it.
He had trouble keeping his thoughts straight, so he didn’t think at all, and focused on his sword.
He eventually finished it, maybe fifteen minutes later, and he switched to several of his other weapons. By the time Aleksandra re-emerged from her hidey hole, he had a dozen swords, over two dozen daggers, and three different bows laid out on his large table- it was now much more obvious why he had such a table in his room, especially so close to his wardrobe. All three bows were unstrung; he took care in placing them and wrapping their drawstrings up and stowing them away in a small leather pouch. Likewise, each scabbard was laid out next to its respective sword.
He turned at the sound of the door opening. As he always did, he took in details- and despite her determined step, she didn’t look too terribly confident, nor hostile. He set down the sword he was holding, halfway out of a scabbard, and wiped his hands with the rag, tossing it down on top of the sword.
He opened his mouth to say something to the woman, but was cut off as she very sloppily pressed her lips against his. He was both, for a brief moment, stunned and pleased. And then she drew away. He took a moment to recollect his thoughts, and opened his mouth again, so he could say, “Well that was interesting.” Instead, she wiped off his lip and then kissed him again- proper-like, this time.
When she drew away, much slower and intimate this time, he stared down at her, unreadable for a moment. Then the edge of his mouth flicked up in a momentary half-smirk, and he questioned, “Done this time? Got quite the fever for Volsung, do ya?”
He gave a little snort, and continued.
“I knew what you wanted me to do. Don’t mean I’m gonna do it, of course, more likely that I’m just goin’ta walk right around you.”
Hmm, but then again, even more extensive resources would be useful.
Yeah, that'd work well enough, nevermind me, then.
Yeah, that'd work well enough, nevermind me, then.
Triple posting. Go ahead, sue the hell outta me.
Almost forgot about the random generation on who is betrothed to who, you guys. Scence we have more girls than boys, there will be a few not betrothed to anyone. So, here is the list anyways.
Alexander and Amberlyn.
Olympia and Scott.
Angel and Blake.
Niklas and Mai.
Edit: First post has been put up. Lilith is the character that I have posted with, I will have a post up for Alec by the end of the day hopefully.
Aww, I was hoping Niklas would get officially paired with Olympia. You know, the soldier with the slightly more militarized nation to the tactician of the smaller nation that's constantly being warred with. Politically, it'd make more sense. The nation that's always under attack by foreign groups would want to ally themselves with those that are more militarily inclined as themselves.
/me sniffs, miffed
Still working on my nation's king and queen, sorry. I'll have them up when I get back from school. :c
How does the Death Star exploding beat the thing that beat it?
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/me gets into a staring contest with @Keyguyperson
So is anybody gonna notice the crew member that's knocked out and likely bleeding from head wound?
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