-*Omar would find this fella dressed up like a post-apoc soldier
, with a voice filtered to sound like a robot, a Troy Baker-ish sounding robit.*
????: "I am here to seek a certain Albert Walker, Brotherhood of Steel business."
edited 29th Oct '16 7:28:43 PM by MrKirb
—Artorias takes the offered coffee, a bit confused at this black liquid—
Um, thank you.
—He sips it bit by bit to get used to the hot taste, before he starts to ask for another. He made have found a replacement for Estus. Or is suddenly binging on caffeine. Whichever is more humorous to his mind.—
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.Hastur walks in, completely naked and very pale, his skin covered with frost that starts to melt. As he moves, cracks appear on it, but rapidly mend as his regeneration (and him being an amorphous blob) kicks in. It looks like his body got... flash-frozen.
Hastur: As if I'd ever venture out there again without gearing up properly. ~sighs~
(@Omar) Hastur: I'm very glad to see you too, Alhazred.
(@Quartz) Hastur: Yes, sorta. At least, will be soon. Hello, Quartz.
He sits down and materializes yellow parka with a fur-adorned hood on his body, then tries to warm his hands up with his breath. He looks at Quartz, then at Artorias, then at the coffee mug the Wolf Knight is holding.
(@Artorias) Hastur: Hey pal. Dunno who you are, but please tell me where'd you get that and if there's more? ~he opens his squinted eyes, and they are quite begging, as much as otherworldly yellow glowing eyes can be begging at all~
Roy: @Artorias "We have more at the kitchen, not my best brew though."
????: "The Pagan...wha. Look here, I seek the traitor so he can pay for-"
-*The voice filter goes on a fritz, making it sounds like electronic gibberish. With no other choice, he has to remove his helmet to reveal the frustrated ex-Enclave redhead, Andrew Longram.*
"Oh for the love of-...Ugh, the prank's ruined." :/
-*He sighs*
"And hey everyone."
@Hastur "...You gonna be alright there?"
edited 29th Oct '16 7:40:56 PM by MrKirb
(@Roy; Quartz) Hastur: W-will be fine, yes... More at the kitchen?
He stands up and hastily walks there, leaving a trail of water behind him. He seems to have already unmelted to the state of a kid who got frostbitten after playing snowballs for too long.The King In Yellow returns with a steaming cup and starts sipping the black liquid.
(@Longram) Hastur: You behave like a kid, really. Or a sitcom ornery neighbour. Can't you let it go already? Whassat stuff about a prank?
edited 29th Oct '16 7:51:35 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
[Terminus Station]
Cath: I'm, uh, pretty sure it... Might have ended with...
(She sighs. And then clears her throat.)
Cath: Alright, no more filters: This joke was very ill-thought out and could have ended with someone's head getting blown off.
[Terminus Penthouse]
Cath: It's fine, just don't think of pulling this type of joke again, especially with someone who you're in a heated rivalry with, or you'll either be kissing your life good bye...
(She points at herself.)
Cath: ...Or your chances with this girl. :/
edited 29th Oct '16 8:04:08 PM by Etheru
(@Cath) Hastur: What was the idea of the prank again? I'm kinda interested in what can a grudge-bearing Social Darwinist come up with.
(@Omar) Hastur: Can't the house be unsealed somewhere? Maybe it just creeps in from a hole or something like that.
edited 29th Oct '16 8:06:45 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
(@Omar) Hastur: I mean that a window might already be opened somewhere, and cold gets in from there. We might check things out to be sure.
(@Cath) Hastur: Oh. That does indeed sound rather stupid. ~He sips coffee and says that without any emotion, as if that's a norm and an obvious statement. Then he looks around and hums.~
Hastur: Well, that reminds me. Are we going to, like, celebrate Halloween somehow?
edited 29th Oct '16 8:18:24 PM by TheRiddleOfCards

Omar: We are getting far more visitors than expected tonight.
-Walks over to the still-open door-
Who is it?
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