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Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Also, since we're entering on a new day in the IC now, feel free to send a PM to me if you've got ideas for potential quests, events/interactions with NPCs you've made, or something else along those lines.

Overlord: Momento Mori

I can only hear Salem's voice as NEPTR now...

Overlord: Momento Mori

I'm slightly disappointed that Salem didn't take the opportunity to make the situation even more awkward for Rodias...
Though, given Isolde's non-expressiveness, I fear he'll be sorely disappointed, no matter how she responds. :P

Overlord: Momento Mori

Oh, that poor woman! What did she ever do to anyone to des- Oh, riiiiiiiiiiight...
Still though, such a wste of a perfectly good (sociopathic mental-case) hottie. :<
Rodias better not be as wasteful as Ainz when ti comes to dealing with the enemy ladies.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

While Druid Girl was busy scarfing down her meal, both the archer and the lizard took their respective turns speaking to the innkeeper. When the nomad asked for food, the man just grunted in response, before disappearing and returning with a similar collection of food that he had given to the caramel nature-wizard prior. At the comment about sharing a room, the fellow just shrugged his burly shoulders.

"She's paying for the room, can squeeze in anyone she wants, s'long as she keeps payin'." He replied uninterested.

At the lizardman's request for a room, the man raised an eyebrow though. Obviously, he wasn't used to having such... Exotic... customers. Still, he grabbed the coins without a second thought and went back behind the counter, returning with a small, wooden plaque that had a string attached to it. There was some kind of symbol painted on it, a circle with a an 'x' inside of it. He handed it over to the lizard.

"Pick any room on the second floor, hang that on the door handle. Keeps people, 'specially drunks-" He looked over at the sad sacks still asleep at the bar. "-from yanking at yer door in the middle o' the night when they go crawlin' back to theirs." Apparently, the little wooden sign acted as a 'Do not disturb'-talisman or something...

Once this was done and over with though, the master vanished back into the back room, seemingly content to leave his cutomers alone. Druid Girl, at this point - with cheeks puffed like that of a chipmunk with a fully stuffed gob - turned to her companions, munching happily with sunny eyes.

"If you wanna clean up or get a drink before you go to bed, there's a well out back behind the inn." Albeit, it was a bit tough to hear what she was saying, what with the chewing and muffled sound from having a mouthful of food...

The midnight snack eventually was devoured entirely, and a vcery, very pleased Druid Girl smiled happily, as if she was the very embodiment of positve energy - food really seemed to be her source of happiness. After politely calling out that they were done eating, Druid Girl led the two others up the creaky, slightly splinter-covered, rough-hewn staircase to the second floor. It was as unassuming and unremarkable as the first floor, with slightly more creaky and uneven floor boards. Several doors, perhaps about a dozen, lined a long hallway ahead. The small wooden plaques that had been given to Lizard Fighter hung on only a handful of them.

"Well, my room is near the end of the hall here, come on." She said, grabbing Archer Girl's forearm and leading her along, before stopping briefly and turning to face Big Red. "Oh! And good night, Big Red! We'll see you in a few hours. Sleep tight." She kept her voice down a bit, to avoid disturbing the other patreons. After all, these people had probably been sleeping for quite some time now, and having some noisy youths jabbering just outside your door might not exactly be something you'd want at this hour.

Moving on, the two girls entered one of the rooms near the very end of the corridor. Walking in, the nomad would behold what a lesser inn's rooms were like, which was to say; Tiny. It was a very tight room, with one narrow bed, a single flimsy wooden chair and a small nightstand. There were no decorations, no mirror, no superfluous things at all. And, as it were, all the other rooms were pretty much all the same. In her room though, Druid Girl had some clothes neatly folded on the chair, along with a small pack leaning against one of the walls - seemingly full of plants, leaves and roots. The bed looked.... Simple. A simple wooden frame with straw and hay, covered by a sheet to prevent prickling. Once the two were inside, the druid closed the door and locked it, then proceed over to the chair.

Rifling through the little pile, she pulled out a thin, long nightgown-like piece of apparel. It was white, and a bit transparent, but it still functioned as a pajamas.

"You want to wear this while sleeping? The rooms can get a bit chilly, windows aren't exactly well-fitted." She glanced over the small, square window near the head-end of the bed, looking at the cracks that were almost big enough to squeeze your finger through. "I'm fine just sleeping as is, so don't hesitate if you want it." She smiled, laying the piece of fabric down over the chair so that Archer Girl could grab it if she wanted it.

After which, the druid unceremoneously removed her bandeau and undid the belt on her half-skirt, causing it to slide off onto the floor with a soft flop. Kneeling down, she undid her sandals and then picked up her dirty, still-a-bit-bloodstained-clothes, folded them up and laid them down on the little table. Now almost completely buck nekkid, apart from her rather white panties, the girl moved over to the bed and, unbothered, laid herself down, scooching in towards the wall so as to make room. Even with that though, it would be rather tight for two people to share. Druid Girl, however, didn't seem to care the least about this, having already laid her head down on the lumpy-looking pillow and letting out a yawn. She was, thankfully, being somewhat modest and at least covered her chest by folding her right arm over it. Looking over at the archer with sleepy eyes, she spoke.

"Well, hurry up now. I'm guessing our big friend's the type to be an early riser." She let out a slight, quick laugh, before turning her head back and closing her eyes, breathiung softly.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Again, no rush dood. Just relax, get your everyday sorted and don't stress about the RP. Being busy with RL shiz is perfectly legit reason to delay posting until you've got the time, energy and drive to do so. We can wait.

Overlord: Momento Mori

... Pretty sure the only thing that would come out of their mouths if Light did such a thing would be something along the lines of:

"AAAAAAAAH! OH GOD! THE SPIDERS, THEY'RE EVERYWHEEEEEEEEEEEERE! MY EYES! MY EYES ARE MELTIIIIIIIIIIING! WHY WON'T THE DOGS STOP BARKING!? MAKE THEM STOP! MOMMY! MOMMY! I SCRAPED MY KNEEEEES! WHERE THE HELL IS MY GRILLED CHEESE!? CATS IN THE CRADLE WITH THE SILVER SPOON!"
*Blood vein pops*

And then they'd expire. Nice of Light to let them croak inbetween her jugs though. There're far worse ways to go, for sure. ^^

Overlord: Momento Mori

@LugubriousThrowing people into a comedically oversized blender and pouring them out as chunky biomass doesn't really
qualify as interrogation though... :P

Still would be amusing, of course.

@Lucius CypherLies. Mamoru's just going to set an ambush and wait for Ashara and kath to come back, so she can floof them tails. >:(

Overlord: Momento Mori

First post for Isolde, and she's already accused Rodias of being a lecherous swine. Good start!

I'll hold off on posting anything with Ashara uitil Guessy gets a post up though. I imagine Kath might want to be the first to respond to the raid on her library after all... xD

EDIT:

After reading Lugu's latest post, I laughed at the mental image of Graft just kicking down the door to Rodias' bedroom, marching in with an entire crew of goons, and then starting to spout out sales-pitches for a new line of products.

Thanks Lugu, your posts always deliver good fun. :)

Overlord: Momento Mori

@The Irish Tree, @Stern Algorithm

As power once again began to flow through the proverbial veins of the Chamber of Imaginary Numbers, the floor began to awaken - rather quickly in fact. From having been noething more than a silent tomb colored a deep, dark and dim blue, things were now changing at a rapid pace. The four lesser orbs that loomed above the main dais sparked and crackled as they came to life again, bristling and sending arcs of their violet energy wildly around themselves, as if overjoyed to once again be active. The great big sphere at the center of the room began to hum softly, as it too began to recover its glow and modest, limited radiance. The walls began to send numberous small packets and surges of energy along its numerous paths, and the runes and glyphs came to brim and pulse with their luminence once more.

As Rodias reactivated the golems, the sound of groaning metal could be heard throughout the floor, followed by heavy thumping steps. The servitors and caretakers of the floor's day-to-day needs were again active, and as if nothing had ever stopped them, began to resume their duties at once, without fail or confusion. Then again, the golems of this floor were not but mindless machines, set to perform their tasks and obligations regardless of circumstance. As they began to move and work however, Rodias and the Many-Heads-of-Salem would be privvy to watching the magnificent revival of the blue aurora borealis that was the ceiling of the COIN, and one of Ivonbraids' personal favorite aspects of the area - he was very proud of it.

As life returned to the chamber that had been asleep for so many years, the main event was nontheless the revival of the Chapter keeper herself. The casket that safely housed her petite, but well-endowed, frame began to hiss and rumble. The protective, translucent shell around it began to withdraw, sounding somewhat similar to a heavy industrial door opening automatically. As Rodias held and supported the tiny automaton girl, he would be the first to witness her slowly opening eyes, one green as an emerald and the other similar, but with thick, amber-like discoloration close to the iris. Her expression remained the same however, a calm, peaceful, yet also neutral and somewhat indifferent look to her face. She blinked once. Then twice. Then her mouth moved, and the soft voice, that spoke in a slightly monotone and mechanical way, made itself heard for the first time in over half a decade.

"Start-up sequence, initialized. Success. Unit online. Updating. Error. Considerable time-lapse detected, attempting to re-align systems. Failure. Switching to autonomous mode. Success. Adjusting settings for movement and daily functionality. Success. Unit: Isolde Theta-Arondight-9 has successfully reactivated. Commence operations."

Her first words were more like that of a computer's OS when just booted up. Though, given her nature as a machine-based lifeform, perhaps it wasn't too strange. Once this initial tidbit was out of the way however, Isolde sat up, looked around her surroundings, then landed her gaze once on the floating doll heads, then moving to look Rodias straight in the eyes.

"Observation. You're not Creator Ivonbraids." The girl stated bluntly to the gentleman who had helped hold her up as she was wakening. "Aarmed. Chastity may have been jeopardized during prolonged inactivity. Concerned. Did you do something shameful to this unity while it was asleep?" Apparently, somebody had taught this little lady about creeps who went about and violated coma-vitims, or something of the sort, given her immediate distrust and labelling of the Salbe Lord as a possible pervert. Also, even though she said she was alarmed and concerned, her face and tone of voice did not change - not one in the slightest.

Before Rodias even had a chance to respond however, a whirring noise could suddenly be heard. And slowly but surely, rising from the dais just behind Isolde's own casket, ten glass-like pillars began to rise out of the floor. They looked similar to big test-tubes or the type of full-body medical tanks you saw in sci-fi movies and media. Inside each tube however, was a figure. Each looking identical to the next. Each wearing a bodysuit, and a very stylish visor-like headgear. Furthemore, they all very much resembled Isolde, albeit without her braid or lavish clothes. With hissing sounds and small jets of steam shooting out of the sides of each tank, their respective doors slid open and stepping out from within these oversized preservation tubes, the ten members of the ESPER Wings emerged.

Standing side by side, silently glaring at Rodias and Salem's medium, the many visors lit up with a deep, bright red light, which was rather unsettling. Either they were planning to attack, or they were simply judging the visitors - harshly - after the comment made by their Keeper. Speaking of, Isolde had by this time climbed out of her pod and was standing next to the Sable Lord, a veritable dwarf in height when compared to the much taller man. The stasis casket, on the other hand, slowly began to descend back down into the dais, before being gone completely. The ten tanks of the ESPERs also sank back into the ground. The only things remaining atop the elevated plateau now, were Rodias, Salem's many heads, the ten Aerial Aces of the Chateau, a suspiscious Isolde and the large, humming COIN Sphere.