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KSPAM PARTY PARTY PARTY I WANNA HAVE A PARTY from PARTY ROCK Since: Oct, 2009 Relationship Status: Giving love a bad name
PARTY PARTY PARTY I WANNA HAVE A PARTY
#726: Sep 18th 2011 at 9:15:33 PM

Eh, I think Sharon may not have been the best character for this kind of thread. Apart from the obvious difficulties in format when it comes to mute characters, she's more dynamic anyway. She'd be better used in a setting with some stimulation. In all actuality, she probably wouldn't have to talked to anyone anyway had it not been convenient for me. So I'll usher her out of here and see if I can take a simple motivation and rough character design and turn it into a functioning villain :D

Sharon stared into the crumpling carbonation inching its way down her mug. Her eyelids fluttered, then snapped open. Fluttered, then snapped open. Fluttered...

She pushed off the bar, jumping off her stool. Stumbling and groping for a handhold, she made her way to the door, and fell on the handle. She straightened herself, and gave a wave goodbye to the cantina as she made her way out into the night.

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draconiansuperior The Draconic Superior from Home, doing stuff Since: May, 2011
The Draconic Superior
#727: Sep 18th 2011 at 9:19:41 PM

Lok'Wa and Alexander both sighed, before Alexander spoke, "Long before thirty years, both the humans from Europe and the native humans, were having conflicts with Lok'Wa's species. It had only gotten worse when the humans from Europe had arrived, and after a while, it became disastrous. The Human Feathern wars broke out after the Revolutionary War, they were mainly in intervals, but they had gotten bad. After a while, the conflicts were settled, luckily before either of us were born. We both ended up joining the 6th calvary regiment and served the Union as Co-Colonels in the Civil War. After the defeat of the Confederacy, we both were relieved from our duties and we now head west in a group with some 23 odd individuals alongside ourselves."

Lok'Wa chirped, "It was a historical war, bloody, but historical."

Considering that this is an alternate history, the American Indian wars never happened, it was the Human Feathern Wars

KillerClowns Since: Jan, 2001
#728: Sep 19th 2011 at 12:26:17 PM

Avea nodded as she considered this. The featherns and humans hadn't destroyed each other... a good sign, she supposed. But it still wouldn't hurt to probe a bit further, so she asked about something that had been bothering her since she'd first noticed it. "I notice that Lok'Wa does not carry a firearm. Why is this so?"

The obvious answer, to Avea's mind, was that the war was not quite as finished as they claimed — did humanity simply not trust a feathern with a gun, even one who fought beside them in their wars?

edited 19th Sep '11 12:28:52 PM by KillerClowns

draconiansuperior The Draconic Superior from Home, doing stuff Since: May, 2011
The Draconic Superior
#729: Sep 19th 2011 at 12:33:53 PM

Alexander sipped his whiskey before answering, "Featheren hands can't grasp human firearms," He held and showed Lok'Wa's hand, "See, her thumb is only slightly opposable, and her doesn't move the same way as humans do, among other reasons," He let go off her hand as she brought her arm close to her body.

Lok'Wa chirped, "We prefer to use blades," she took the knife from it's scabbard with her beak before placing it back in, "Featheren prefer to use mouths for tools and weapons, much better then hands for us."

KillerClowns Since: Jan, 2001
#730: Sep 19th 2011 at 12:43:10 PM

Avea nodded to confirm her understanding, visibly relieved. If it was her choice to stick with a simple knife, that was a different story altogether. She sipped her grape juice, quietly considering all she'd heard. However, she soon tired of the silence — a trait inherited from her father. So, simply to break the quiet, she said, "Wesley... if you don't mind me asking, you don't seem to wear jewelery. So, if you don't mind my asking, who that pendant is for?"

edited 19th Sep '11 12:45:33 PM by KillerClowns

Gault Laugh and grow dank! from beyond the kingdom Since: Feb, 2010 Relationship Status: P.S. I love you
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#731: Sep 19th 2011 at 12:46:52 PM

Plucking the cigarette from his lips, Wesley said, "Actually, I already told you. I wanted the pendant to give to Xavier as a gift to Saliha." He gave a bashful grin, a hand on the back of his neck. "Yeah yeah- I know, I'm a hopeless romantic. Right?" He seemed to expect that Avea would mock him for it, much like his merc buddies would.

edited 19th Sep '11 12:50:20 PM by Gault

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KillerClowns Since: Jan, 2001
#732: Sep 19th 2011 at 12:55:31 PM

Avea, looking a bit surprised, said, "Oh! Sorry, I must not of heard you the first time. Sorry, I get a bit single-minded when I'm doing business..." Then, a soft smile crept to her face as she said, without a hint of irony, "that's sweet of you!" Then, noticing how worried he'd seemed about admitting it, she added, "don't worry, there's nothing wrong with it. It's actually kind of nice... you look like the sort of guy who'd be grumbling about how love is for fools and the world is just a sad, sick place full of sad, sick people."

Her voice sympathetic, she added, "I... I don't know what you've been through to pick up all those scars, but if you can still keep a heart like that through all of it, you must be very strong indeed." Then, with a nervous laugh, she added, "I sound like an old lady telling a child's story, don't I?"

KSPAM PARTY PARTY PARTY I WANNA HAVE A PARTY from PARTY ROCK Since: Oct, 2009 Relationship Status: Giving love a bad name
PARTY PARTY PARTY I WANNA HAVE A PARTY
#733: Sep 19th 2011 at 1:06:52 PM

There was a knock at the door. Once. Then twice. Thrice the door trembled before silence fell over the cantina again. For the moment, the knocking stopped. Then the doors exploded inwards, like God had just thrown a fastball through Old Man Jenkins' window. Metal squealed and plaster shattered as the doors were nearly forced off their hinges and into the cantina walls. Nearly.

As it was, the destruction ended at the bottom hinges, which were bent themselves just a little near the top. The parted doors leaning into the wall formed a large V, in the trough of which stood a hooded figure, head down and arms outstretched. It took two steps into the cantina, its gait jumbled and with just a hint of a limp. It took a third step, then stopped. Leaning in on one foot, the hooded newcomer rolled up its head.

"Honey, I'm hoooooooome! Work was a killer today, let-me-tell-you! I hate to be a bother, but would anyone happen to have a jelly baby?"

edited 19th Sep '11 1:21:35 PM by KSPAM

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Gault Laugh and grow dank! from beyond the kingdom Since: Feb, 2010 Relationship Status: P.S. I love you
Laugh and grow dank!
#734: Sep 19th 2011 at 1:17:10 PM

Wesley looked to the side, his cheeks flushed with color and grin as wide as ever. It was clear he was unaccustomed to praise. A hint of that boyish innocence returned to his features, and just for a moment, his scars looked misplaced. Almost fake. He closed his eyes, tossing his head in dismissal as if to say ‘it’s nothing, forget about it’.

After a few seconds of not knowing what to say, he said, “Yeah- I kinda do, don’t I? I was kinda like that for a while, actually.” He winced inwardly, thinking back, then chuckled. “Oooh- yeah that was… I wanna smack that little Wesley. Oh- no! No, it’s fine. You sound fine it’s-“ he trailed off, lapsing into awkward silence.

He made a show of clearing his throat to release the tension, trying not to look at Avea, then hastily changed the subject. “Uh, those two are sure taking their time up there, aren’t they?” He paused for a second. Not the best subject to change to, he realized too late.

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KillerClowns Since: Jan, 2001
#735: Sep 19th 2011 at 1:28:55 PM

Avea first took note of the newcomer. With his loud introductions and general boisterous air, he reminded her of her father, but she decided not to go out of her way to talk with him quite yet. Instead, she turned her attention back to Wesley, and decided not to pursue the topic he'd inadvertently stumbled on.

"So... anyways. Uh... hmm..." she said, clearly fishing for a better topic. "What's it like where you come from?" she said, eagerly diving on the first question that came to her mind. "I know you've done a lot of traveling, but a lot of the most interesting stories come up near home, don't they? Or maybe I'm just young and silly," she added, clearly nervous, and possibly regretting her question.

Dammit, where's Asayu to intentionally misinterpret "smack that little Wesley"?

edited 19th Sep '11 1:37:05 PM by KillerClowns

Gault Laugh and grow dank! from beyond the kingdom Since: Feb, 2010 Relationship Status: P.S. I love you
Laugh and grow dank!
#736: Sep 19th 2011 at 1:39:47 PM

Oh goddamnit KC xD. I honestly didn't intend that. I guess your mind's dirtier than mine.

Wesley looked puzzled. "Home? I don't really have a home. Like I said, I'm a freelance merc. I travel around a lot because I need to go where the work is." He shrugged. "never really found a place I could settle down. Even if I had, I'm not exactly rich. Sure, I'm better off now than when I first left the Army, but that still doesn't count for much."

Looking to the ruined entrance, Wesley spotted the hooded newcomer. his instincts told him he was trouble and he only just realized his hand was halfway to his shotgun's grip before he stopped himself. He would observe first, he decided. It was unlikely this guy, whoever he was, would be able to make trouble here. he turned to Avea again, saying, "And what the Hell was that? I don't think Kathy is going to be happy about those doors..."

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KillerClowns Since: Jan, 2001
#737: Sep 19th 2011 at 2:45:51 PM

Avea winced, trying to imagine what that life must be like. Eventually she gave up, and said, "wow... I can't imagine what it's like to not have a home. Though, it really depends... there's an old saying, from before my people built cities. When we still were nomads. 'Your kin are your home'. Surely, you must have something like that, right? They don't have to be related by blood." Considering him, she added, "and you must have come from somewhere, before... whatever it is that made you who you are today."

OhSoIntoCats from The Sand Wastes Since: Oct, 2011 Relationship Status: Showing feelings of an almost human nature
#738: Sep 19th 2011 at 2:46:36 PM

Instead of bursting through the doors in a big show like the last patron, the tall man in black phased through the wall, taking an aura of haughtiness and static electricity with him. Nyarlathotep did not understand the point of doors. Or, perhaps, he could see why they were used, so it was more like he was not sympathetic to the use of doors. Either way, this place... there must have been some kind of barrier here. What had he told Lafayette about being around things with strange signatures?

Without so much as a pause, he walked, almost glided to where Lafayette was sitting, alone, munching on more bread.

"You're going home," he said coldly, and Lafayette sat so dumbstruck that the bread he had been chewing fell out of his mouth.

KSPAM PARTY PARTY PARTY I WANNA HAVE A PARTY from PARTY ROCK Since: Oct, 2009 Relationship Status: Giving love a bad name
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#739: Sep 19th 2011 at 3:14:02 PM

The newcomer just looked at Avea, puzzled. Bamboozled. Confuzzled, and all other sorts of nonsense words. He liked nonsense words.

"No jelly babies? What a way to treat your honeybunch after he's worked so hard! Oh woe is me! My starlight has deserted me!" The strange blonde man who smelled of sea salt, iron and a hint of Dove shampoo threw himself on Avea, holding her tightly whilst crying "why would you do this to your snookums" over and over.

"How can this be? It's a travesty! A tragedy! A farce! Unless that is..." He paused for a moment, hand glued to his chin in what he imagined to be deep thought. His went wide, and he gasped, backing away from Avea.

"Unless you aren't my wife! You're an alien robot, built by the Reds to suck out our brains through ours ears for information! You had me going there, robo-wife! But it was all for nought! For I promised Uncle Sam at Gettysburg that I would never divulge the seven secret spices to anyone but the Colonel! And I keep my promises, unlike you Reds! Ha! Victory is mine!"

Then, quickly as a toss of a coin, the new one flipped on his head, hugging himself crying softly. "But my wife! Sweet Loretta! How will I ever get on without her? How can I fill this hole in my heart?!"

He squinted through one eye, locking his gaze with the jelly fellow sitting next to the Grim Reaper. Target acquired. Preparing to engage.

"Hey you! Yes, you! Have a drink with me! You look like you could use a shoulder to cry on, but then again, don't we all?! That's what life's about! Party on Friday and cry on your buddy's couch Sunday! Come here, and drink! My living room is open, and my couch fine leather! What's mine is yours! And what's yours is mine! Although I'm not quite sure your accomadations are as fancy as mine. Upholstery may need some work..."

edited 19th Sep '11 3:15:27 PM by KSPAM

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Gault Laugh and grow dank! from beyond the kingdom Since: Feb, 2010 Relationship Status: P.S. I love you
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#740: Sep 19th 2011 at 3:15:23 PM

Wesley shrugged again, not exactly relating. “It’s sort of the nature of my job that I move around a lot, and that isn’t exactly conducive to building and maintaining long-term relationships. Even if I could afford correspondence through post, which I can’t because out here they’re all privatized, I don’t know where friend of mine will be stationed or what battles they’ll participate in.” He shook his head. She did clearly have little conception of what his life was like, but it wasn’t her fault.

He tapped his lip in thought before continuing, “Actually- you have a point. It is sort of a lonely life. But still, I like the independence it gives me. And compared to others, it’s actually not so bad. I get to do what I want, mostly sleep in inns on the way from one place to the next, and it only requires I occasionally risk my life and limb. Usually it's getting rid of local problems like an infestation of animals or raiding bandits or some such, if I'm not hired out to some bigger job. Pay's decent, and there's no lack of work what with the chaos. It's a better deal than most could expect to get at this point- I mean, I could be a refugee.” He shook his head sadly, taking a gulp from his drink, before continuing.

“As for why I can’t go back home- well, there’s something I haven’t told you about my time in the army- actually, how I left it. See, I was never a volunteer. I was conscripted. And they didn’t let me go, I deserted. So if I went back to where I was from I’d probably be put in front of a firing squad… No, I’d definitely be put in front of a firing squad. Sooo… Yeah.” He shrugged again.

It didn't sound like a very impressive or adventurous life- indeed it wasn't. Still, he thought he'd try and say something cool, something slick that might impress her. Work the whole 'lonesome wanderer' angle, maybe. After a moment of thought, Wesley put on his smoothest voice and said, "My home is the road, baby. I just go where life takes me." As soon as the words left his mouth, he immediately regretted them.

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chihuahua0 Since: Jul, 2010
#741: Sep 19th 2011 at 3:17:43 PM

A few seconds after the front doors broke off half their hinges, they started to mend themselves. The hinges reattached to the doors. The entrance swung shut with a shudder.

Cathy passed by. "Hmph. I should really get to reinforcing that spell. What enchantment did I use again?"

KillerClowns Since: Jan, 2001
#742: Sep 19th 2011 at 3:21:09 PM

Shrugging off the attentions of the loud man with astounding grace, and merely brushing herself off when he left, Avea resumed sipping her grape juice. She was fifteen... how had that fool mistaken her for his wife? Unless... she decided not to consider that.

She was clearly unimpressed by Wesley's finishing comment, but nor did she seem bothered by it. "That's... well. I... don't really know what to say." Her voice genuine, she said," I just hope you find some place to settle down someday. Maybe find someone nice. You seem like you've earned it..."

She paused, and then stood up. "Excuse me for a moment," she said, rushing off before stopping and hurriedly asking a whispered question of Cathy. It wasn't hard to guess what it was when Cathy gave her the answer: she quickly ran off in the direction of the bathrooms.

I'll be gone for a while, but Avea is working well for this, so I'll just excuse her for now.

edited 19th Sep '11 3:23:23 PM by KillerClowns

TeraChimera Since: Oct, 2010
#743: Sep 19th 2011 at 3:24:08 PM

Xavier lay on the bed next to Saliha, his wings stretched out, his tail hanging over the edge of the bed, and breathing deeply. "Well," he said, "I haven't done that in a while." He pushed himself into a sitting position. "And it was better than I would've thought, what with us being different species and all."

He glanced down to Saliha. "Feel better now? I'm sorry about causing you distress." He started scratching the top of her head. "I hope things get better for you, back in your world. I'm not saying it'll be easy, but the situation will probably improve, someday."

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he figured he'd probably regret this later. But right now, he didn't care.

edited 19th Sep '11 3:24:32 PM by TeraChimera

OhSoIntoCats from The Sand Wastes Since: Oct, 2011 Relationship Status: Showing feelings of an almost human nature
#744: Sep 19th 2011 at 3:34:40 PM

"Accomodations are for the weak!" said Nyarlathotep to the man who had just spoken him. He extended his field as densely as the Cantina would allow him, so it was like trying to view things by moonlight. Did this person have a field? Anything? He was likely below notice. "A plush rug is nothing when you can sip from a fallen foe's skull."

He turned to Lafayette, who was still dumbstruck and wide eyed. "Come now, little brother. I've become a local warlord to half the planet. We can rule together. There's no reason for you to stay here anymore."

snowfoxofdeath Thou errant flap-dragon! from San Francisco Suburb Since: Apr, 2012
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#745: Sep 19th 2011 at 3:35:28 PM

Bianca raises her eyebrows at Finn and Brian.

"How old are you two? You're probably younger than you look if this—" she points at her breats. "— can embarrass you. They're not even a handful for William."

Cyrus tries not to laugh. During some long chords, William glances behind him and sighs. I don't know if this is funny or sad."

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chihuahua0 Since: Jul, 2010
#746: Sep 19th 2011 at 3:44:04 PM

"We're fifteen," Bryan said. "What's making us more uncomfortable that you did that in an eating establishment. This isn't a swimming pool cafe, you know..." he leaned forward. "Do you have swimming pools, I mean, on your world."

Finn focused his attention to his teacup. It wasn't too bad, but...

edited 19th Sep '11 3:44:50 PM by chihuahua0

Gault Laugh and grow dank! from beyond the kingdom Since: Feb, 2010 Relationship Status: P.S. I love you
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#747: Sep 19th 2011 at 3:44:22 PM

Pausing with his mouth slightly ajar, Wesley began to ask, “Are you implying what I think you’re-” His words trailed off and faded into an awkward silence. She had left him. She had just gotten up and left him. Fantastic.

Wesley dropped his head onto the table, his head resounding with what he thought sounded to be a hollow, reverberating thunk! Stupid! So, so stupid! Was that one line he had tried to sound cool with really THAT bad!? Yeah, it really had been terrible, hadn’t it? He lifted his head a few centimeters up off the table’s surface, then dropped it back down again as if to beat the point home. He repeated this motion several times until he felt dizzy.

Dragging his head up off the table, he propped it up on his elbows. Maybe it had more to do with that clearly insane asshole who had come up to her and pestered her, he thought to himself. Internally berating himself some more, Wesley thought he really should have done something about that, pulled him valiantly off her when it was clear he was causing her discomfort, instead of just sitting back in his chair and looking like a dope.

He sighed. Lifting the pendant up to examine it, he remembered who it was for and looked to the stairs. Goddamn, he thought to himself, those two were really taking their time up there. Still a virgin at twenty-eight, he had to wonder just what they must have been doing up there. He muttered to himself, “He’s so much larger than she is… I hope he doesn’t hurt her.” Then he remembered who he was talking about. Xavier was quite possibly the most considerate person he had ever met. He then also remembered the look in Saliha’s eyes as she’d left for the stairs.

Lifting the cigarette back to his mouth, he muttered, “No, scratch that. I hope she doesn’t hurt him…”

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snowfoxofdeath Thou errant flap-dragon! from San Francisco Suburb Since: Apr, 2012
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#748: Sep 19th 2011 at 3:48:45 PM

Bianca rolls her eyes. "You're human, aren't you? Humans are so silly about this. Where I come from, it's not... uncommon in a casual place. Though I must admit, I'm already abusing my rights."

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chihuahua0 Since: Jul, 2010
#749: Sep 19th 2011 at 3:54:50 PM

"All right." Bryan mumbled. It wasn't like Bryan was planning to eat anyway. He was planning to get out of the Cantina as soon as Finn was ready. "When do you want to go, Finn?"

"Maybe a little while more?" Finn said, "This place is actually enjoyable, in a way. Besides, we don't have to be home for a couple of more hours."

"But the Guild should be wondering where we are. We can't let them hanging."

"Which one of us should check with them?"

Bryan stood up. "I'll be back, hopefully." He walked out of the room.

Finn lay the cup to the side and looked at Cyrus. "Could you say more about your technology, so I can compare it to Earth?"

snowfoxofdeath Thou errant flap-dragon! from San Francisco Suburb Since: Apr, 2012
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#750: Sep 19th 2011 at 4:13:25 PM

"Ooh, you were talking about clockwork and magic, weren't you?" Bianca yanks William's coat off his shoulders, making him screw up on a few chords, and empties their contents on the table. "All the rose petals can go here." She makes a tidy heap on the table. "Here are a few music boxes— why does he need to carry three of them? And bombs, a sack of enchanted marbles, and the gun, and— how did he fit all these books in here? Oh, well... more bombs, and what's this?" She holds up a scarred leather book bound with rough cloth. Faded gold lettering on the spine says Female Anatomy. Scowling, she nails William on the small of his back and he snickers.

"Anyways, here are some wind up dolls, and the pocketknife. Let's look at the pocketknife first." She flips open the wrench attachments and they expand on both sides until she wills them to stop. "You need these when you're fighting a very large, angry clockwork and someone distracts it while you take it apart. There are some other tool attachments. William likes the pocketknife, but I just use my jewelry." Bianca points at her left earring. "The right one turns into my gun. William is too lazy to transform his gun usually, but at school, it's a—"

"Bianca, he said technology, not magic."

"We depend on both, don't we? See, Finn, the trick is to use both to conserve rose petals. It takes fewer rose petals to wind this up remotely than start a fire." She holds up one of the metal baubles. "Numerous other examples exist. As you can imagine, most of us spend lots of time in workshops, thinking of new ways to use clockwork to conserve magic. And shooting things. That's essential. And these marbles, well... you'll have to ask William, and he won't tell you, so just don't. But go on and take these apart if you want." Bianca opens the pocketknife's screwdriver attachment and pushes it and the clockwork dolls to Finn. "They're Peter Bartleman's work, by the way. He's the most renowned mechanic alive."

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