Before we make a few adjustments to time and place, I need a show of hands as to who is in and who is out.
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Requiem III
» Fri May 27, 2011 4:39 pm
Before we make a few adjustments to time and place, I need a show of hands as to who is in and who is out.
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naome duncan - Posts: 3459
- Joined: Tue Feb 06, 2007 12:36 am
» Sat May 28, 2011 1:39 am
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Vicki Gunn - Posts: 3397
- Joined: Thu Nov 23, 2006 9:59 am
» Fri May 27, 2011 11:21 pm
OOC: What? What's going on? Did I miss something? Time for the time machine! *warps back to two minutes before I made my post* ...I could have sworn I posted here....
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^_^ - Posts: 3394
- Joined: Thu May 31, 2007 12:01 am
» Fri May 27, 2011 3:30 pm
OOC: Im in, man. Although, if Illusionary wants to join with a were-creature, I'll scrap Fin. I may change him anyway due to my incompetence.
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Dragonz Dancer - Posts: 3441
- Joined: Sat Jun 24, 2006 11:01 am
» Sat May 28, 2011 12:24 am
I'm still in too, so I'll post after you give it a start.
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Charles Weber - Posts: 3447
- Joined: Wed Aug 08, 2007 5:14 pm
» Fri May 27, 2011 9:33 am
Good, good! So we have myself and 4 people, I believe. A little more and then we'll see about reconstruction.
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Laura Samson - Posts: 3337
- Joined: Wed Aug 29, 2007 6:36 pm
» Fri May 27, 2011 2:56 pm
OOC: Im in, man. Although, if Illusionary wants to join with a were-creature, I'll scrap Fin. I may change him anyway due to my incompetence.
Vic's thinking of joining?! That would be awesome!
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Georgine Lee - Posts: 3353
- Joined: Wed Oct 04, 2006 11:50 am
» Sat May 28, 2011 12:03 am
Possibly. I cant wait for tommorow. I reserved myself a copy of Fable 2
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Farrah Barry - Posts: 3523
- Joined: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:00 pm
» Fri May 27, 2011 12:27 pm
OOC: I'm in. 
Gotta make me a character yet. I wouldn't have thought of doing a werecreature- I try not to do too many of them, lest people suddenly go 'Hey... wait a minute... you're one of those guys! The guys who only play werecreatures!'
But... um, I love them. And after being recommended by Chaos, I'd reeally like to play one again.
But I may not. Depends on what the sheet turns into once I start making it (as Aula so insightfully enquired: yes, my sheets change. And dramatically too.)
EDIT: Possibly not a werecreature: just realised Fin was one. Fin is SUCH a cool char, I would love to see him as a werecreature, and you can only get more confident if you practice, Chaos. You're awesome already.
I may be doing something naughty, though, so watch out for whatever I create. You have the right to refuse it and call me a nut, of course, Zel. ;D
Gotta make me a character yet. I wouldn't have thought of doing a werecreature- I try not to do too many of them, lest people suddenly go 'Hey... wait a minute... you're one of those guys! The guys who only play werecreatures!'But... um, I love them. And after being recommended by Chaos, I'd reeally like to play one again.
But I may not. Depends on what the sheet turns into once I start making it (as Aula so insightfully enquired: yes, my sheets change. And dramatically too.)EDIT: Possibly not a werecreature: just realised Fin was one. Fin is SUCH a cool char, I would love to see him as a werecreature, and you can only get more confident if you practice, Chaos.
You're awesome already.I may be doing something naughty, though, so watch out for whatever I create. You have the right to refuse it and call me a nut, of course, Zel. ;D
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+++CAZZY - Posts: 3403
- Joined: Wed Sep 13, 2006 1:04 pm
» Fri May 27, 2011 12:10 pm
OOC: *Loads revolver and aims it at Fin's head while bowing to IN* Say the word, my'lady.
XD
XD
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Cheville Thompson - Posts: 3404
- Joined: Sun Mar 25, 2007 2:33 pm
» Fri May 27, 2011 11:02 am
I have sent Zel my character. Not a werecreature, so Fin can stay! *huggles werewolf Fin and does nothing to avoid being bitten*
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Frank Firefly - Posts: 3429
- Joined: Sun Aug 19, 2007 9:34 am
» Fri May 27, 2011 6:15 pm
We have...
Myself, Illusionary, Chaos, Aulakauss, Saitiyo-Agito, Orestes...
Once I find out a little more about a few more RPers, I'll start the RP again.
Myself, Illusionary, Chaos, Aulakauss, Saitiyo-Agito, Orestes...
Once I find out a little more about a few more RPers, I'll start the RP again.
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Naazhe Perezz - Posts: 3393
- Joined: Sat Aug 19, 2006 6:14 am
» Fri May 27, 2011 6:50 pm
OOC:*Stands up from a bunker to raise my hand, then ducks back down quickly as a bullet whizzes past my ear.*
I'll try to post. It won't be easy though, As I'll have to sneak in posts during weekdays, as I'm not allowed except on weekends. That should be over in about a week though, so I'm pretty sure I'll be able to make it in.
I'll try to post. It won't be easy though, As I'll have to sneak in posts during weekdays, as I'm not allowed except on weekends. That should be over in about a week though, so I'm pretty sure I'll be able to make it in.
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Klaire - Posts: 3405
- Joined: Wed Sep 27, 2006 7:56 am
» Fri May 27, 2011 3:16 pm
Everyone starts back inside of the Tavern.
Zelric, Melanarde, Menelri, Fin, and Fears are all at one table, getting seated before speaking about stuff.
Karst, Miak, and Kituo are all at the bar counter. Miak and Kituo are talking with each other, as Karst is doing whatever stuff she does.
Illusionary, you can start your character off anywhere in the city; you don't have to approve where, either.
Starting post:
Zelric walked into the tavern with his collection of people, instantly looking around for a table large enough to accommodate their party. Spotting one that only lacked a chair or two, he strode over to it happily, quickly pulling out one polished seat to rest upon. "If we don't have enough chairs, I think it should be quite fine if we happen to borrow one or two from an empty table." The Argonian said, noting that there were only 4 seats; there was obviously enough room for at least three more chairs, but as everyday goes by, all chairs seem to cycle through the tables as tavern-goers borrow chairs from other tables, for differing reasons.
Looking out to the bar, he noticed Miak talking with two Khajiit; one of them seemed to be a part of the tavern's staff, while the other just seemed to be one of the many adventurers scattered about the tavern, seeming to stick out perfectly in the masses of normal citizens seeking booze. There was a fair amount of adventurers today, too. About half of the tavern was covered in armor and weapons, which was a change from the usual cloth outfits and tiny knives of the ones who actually lived inside of the capitol. After his multitude of glances across he room, he felt thirsty. "Hey. Any of you want anything to drink?" Zelric asked after a brief second of thought, wondering if the others shared his thirst.
Zelric, Melanarde, Menelri, Fin, and Fears are all at one table, getting seated before speaking about stuff.
Karst, Miak, and Kituo are all at the bar counter. Miak and Kituo are talking with each other, as Karst is doing whatever stuff she does.
Illusionary, you can start your character off anywhere in the city; you don't have to approve where, either.
Starting post:
Zelric walked into the tavern with his collection of people, instantly looking around for a table large enough to accommodate their party. Spotting one that only lacked a chair or two, he strode over to it happily, quickly pulling out one polished seat to rest upon. "If we don't have enough chairs, I think it should be quite fine if we happen to borrow one or two from an empty table." The Argonian said, noting that there were only 4 seats; there was obviously enough room for at least three more chairs, but as everyday goes by, all chairs seem to cycle through the tables as tavern-goers borrow chairs from other tables, for differing reasons.
Looking out to the bar, he noticed Miak talking with two Khajiit; one of them seemed to be a part of the tavern's staff, while the other just seemed to be one of the many adventurers scattered about the tavern, seeming to stick out perfectly in the masses of normal citizens seeking booze. There was a fair amount of adventurers today, too. About half of the tavern was covered in armor and weapons, which was a change from the usual cloth outfits and tiny knives of the ones who actually lived inside of the capitol. After his multitude of glances across he room, he felt thirsty. "Hey. Any of you want anything to drink?" Zelric asked after a brief second of thought, wondering if the others shared his thirst.
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barbara belmonte - Posts: 3528
- Joined: Fri Apr 06, 2007 6:12 pm
» Fri May 27, 2011 12:12 pm
Fin raised his hand and leaned back in his seat. "I'll have some Tamika's, please. None of that Surille brothers crap, please, or whatever the hell their names are. And a chunk of mutton, if you would. Rare." Fin sat back and licked his lips in anticipation of the meal, even though he was probably the only one who was going to eat anything.
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Julie Serebrekoff - Posts: 3359
- Joined: Sun Dec 24, 2006 4:41 am
» Sat May 28, 2011 1:42 am
Name: http://vyrl.deviantart.com/art/Eloine-the-Blood-heiress-38177159
Nickname: Veru
Race: Dunmer/Altmer
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Birthsign: The Mage
Focus: Stealth and Magic
Major Skills: Sneak, Athletics, Acrobatics, Blade, Restoration, Speechcraft, Conjuration
Other Skills: Enchant, Sleight-of-Hand, Necromancy
Class: Necromancer (Journeyman)
General Appearance: Veruise is a dark flower, rare and extremely poisonous. Her crimson hair brings to mind a waterfall of blood. Her skin, a silver so pale it is more reminiscent of moonlight, is very smooth. Her gaunt oval face has well-defined features, with a strong nose, full lips and almond-shaped elvish eyes. She is tall, with a lithe body and modest curves, and she seems delicate- and often unearthly, in the most unnerving way. She is no typical beauty, but Veruise' strength does not lay in her appearance, but rather in what lay beneath the surface.
Hair: Her long crimson hair flows freely down her back, and reaches her waist in length. It's thick and sleek in appearance, and smells faintly of blood.
Eyes: Golden Eyes with a faint glow.
Height: 5ft9"
Build: She's tall and appears delicate.
Skin: Her skin is a pale silver that is almost white. It seems to glow faintly and is often described as 'moonlight' in colour.
Tattoos/Scars: She bears the mark of Mannimarco, carved across her briast, right where her heart is.
Personality: Veruise is dangerous, and let no other convince you otherwise. Though she holds the keys to life and death, she seems to have no preference over which she chooses. Most alarmingly, she seems keen to upset the balance- when she meets someone on the brink of death, she will heal them, when she finds one vibrantly alive... well. And she clearly enjoys the raising of the dead. She has made it her mission in life to eliminate the followers of Arkay, something from which she takes profound joy. Her sharp intelligence mixed with her unpredictability makes her a formidable opponent, to say the least. Though she seems driven, she has no clear cause. If one manages to befriend her, they are safe from her power, and may even benefit from it. Few interest her enough and for long enough for her to consider them worthy 'friends'. Her temper appears to be non-existent, but this is not so- rather, she has inherited her mother and grandmother's taste for vengeance, applied subtly. That being said, she has no taste for politics: only for knowledge and her own whims. She has a cruel and often morbid sense of humour. It is curious what would happen should Veruise's drive be given purpose.
Weapon(s): A daedric cutlass for battles, a daedric atham? for sacrifices, and the clawed fingers of her gauntlet.
Clothing/Armour: Veruise wears a simple, flowing black dress that reaches her knees in length. It is sleeveless, and though it fits her form it is hardly to be considered revealing. She also wears thigh-high black boots and a ruby pendant around her neck bearing Mannimarco's symbol. Though she is notably unarmoured, Veruise' left arm and shoulder are encased in a long black gauntlet (which also acts as a pauldron) referred to as Reap. It is made of a strange, light black metal, angular and spiked in the manner of daedric, and yet not. There are many black soulgems embedded within Reap, and it is rumoured to possess the ability to capture any soul- living or dead, if the wearer's will is enough.
Inventory: She carries with her in her small black pack a collection of black soulgems, a small gambling box and a small purse of coins.
Misc Skills and Traits:
-Though there lays within her extreme reserves of power and magicka, Veruise has yet to reach her full potential, and has a long journey ahead of her before she manages to tap those reserves and learn to use them skilfully.
-Veruise has an obsession with blood: she loves to see it, and is apparently facinated by it.
-Veru is held in the highest regard by necromancers, but she despises them as the stupid, unworthy servants of her father.
-She is much stronger than she looks (though not necessarily as strong as a hardened warrior), and is seemingly immune to all disease. This is a result of her father's tamperings in her birth.
-Veruise enjoys gambling and has a knack for it. This is how she earns most of her money, save for when she loots the bodies of those she kills.
Short Bio: Morgiah, daughter of Barenziah, made a deal with Mannimarco in exchange for a marriage with Reman of Firsthold. Morgiah agreed to give 'her first' for this. As a result, Morgiah laid with Mannimarco and bore him her first child- a girl, taken prematurely from the wound and greatly weakened. But Mannimarco worked many magicks on her- whether she died and was reanimated is rumoured, but without proof- and the girl lived, the unholy child of Morgiah, and Mannimarco's favourite. She served under him for most of her early life, hating him but admiring the power and knowledge he possessed, and she followed his lessons hungrily. When she was but twelve, she left his necromancer's underworld to explore the outside, and to test her skills. She killed three men in the first two months of her independence, and raised many more. It is said among necromancers that if you could catch her soul, it would be sanguine. It is unclear how she came by Reap, but she served Vaermina for three years, and when she left Vaermina's service she had Reap, so it is assumed that the Daedra Prince had something to do with it. The rest is a story of horror on the part of the Chapel, for though she was only young and still learning her power, she was extremely cunning and killed many of their priests- all dedicated to Arkay.
Nickname: Veru
Race: Dunmer/Altmer
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Birthsign: The Mage
Focus: Stealth and Magic
Major Skills: Sneak, Athletics, Acrobatics, Blade, Restoration, Speechcraft, Conjuration
Other Skills: Enchant, Sleight-of-Hand, Necromancy
Class: Necromancer (Journeyman)
General Appearance: Veruise is a dark flower, rare and extremely poisonous. Her crimson hair brings to mind a waterfall of blood. Her skin, a silver so pale it is more reminiscent of moonlight, is very smooth. Her gaunt oval face has well-defined features, with a strong nose, full lips and almond-shaped elvish eyes. She is tall, with a lithe body and modest curves, and she seems delicate- and often unearthly, in the most unnerving way. She is no typical beauty, but Veruise' strength does not lay in her appearance, but rather in what lay beneath the surface.
Hair: Her long crimson hair flows freely down her back, and reaches her waist in length. It's thick and sleek in appearance, and smells faintly of blood.
Eyes: Golden Eyes with a faint glow.
Height: 5ft9"
Build: She's tall and appears delicate.
Skin: Her skin is a pale silver that is almost white. It seems to glow faintly and is often described as 'moonlight' in colour.
Tattoos/Scars: She bears the mark of Mannimarco, carved across her briast, right where her heart is.
Personality: Veruise is dangerous, and let no other convince you otherwise. Though she holds the keys to life and death, she seems to have no preference over which she chooses. Most alarmingly, she seems keen to upset the balance- when she meets someone on the brink of death, she will heal them, when she finds one vibrantly alive... well. And she clearly enjoys the raising of the dead. She has made it her mission in life to eliminate the followers of Arkay, something from which she takes profound joy. Her sharp intelligence mixed with her unpredictability makes her a formidable opponent, to say the least. Though she seems driven, she has no clear cause. If one manages to befriend her, they are safe from her power, and may even benefit from it. Few interest her enough and for long enough for her to consider them worthy 'friends'. Her temper appears to be non-existent, but this is not so- rather, she has inherited her mother and grandmother's taste for vengeance, applied subtly. That being said, she has no taste for politics: only for knowledge and her own whims. She has a cruel and often morbid sense of humour. It is curious what would happen should Veruise's drive be given purpose.
Weapon(s): A daedric cutlass for battles, a daedric atham? for sacrifices, and the clawed fingers of her gauntlet.
Clothing/Armour: Veruise wears a simple, flowing black dress that reaches her knees in length. It is sleeveless, and though it fits her form it is hardly to be considered revealing. She also wears thigh-high black boots and a ruby pendant around her neck bearing Mannimarco's symbol. Though she is notably unarmoured, Veruise' left arm and shoulder are encased in a long black gauntlet (which also acts as a pauldron) referred to as Reap. It is made of a strange, light black metal, angular and spiked in the manner of daedric, and yet not. There are many black soulgems embedded within Reap, and it is rumoured to possess the ability to capture any soul- living or dead, if the wearer's will is enough.
Inventory: She carries with her in her small black pack a collection of black soulgems, a small gambling box and a small purse of coins.
Misc Skills and Traits:
-Though there lays within her extreme reserves of power and magicka, Veruise has yet to reach her full potential, and has a long journey ahead of her before she manages to tap those reserves and learn to use them skilfully.
-Veruise has an obsession with blood: she loves to see it, and is apparently facinated by it.
-Veru is held in the highest regard by necromancers, but she despises them as the stupid, unworthy servants of her father.
-She is much stronger than she looks (though not necessarily as strong as a hardened warrior), and is seemingly immune to all disease. This is a result of her father's tamperings in her birth.
-Veruise enjoys gambling and has a knack for it. This is how she earns most of her money, save for when she loots the bodies of those she kills.
Short Bio: Morgiah, daughter of Barenziah, made a deal with Mannimarco in exchange for a marriage with Reman of Firsthold. Morgiah agreed to give 'her first' for this. As a result, Morgiah laid with Mannimarco and bore him her first child- a girl, taken prematurely from the wound and greatly weakened. But Mannimarco worked many magicks on her- whether she died and was reanimated is rumoured, but without proof- and the girl lived, the unholy child of Morgiah, and Mannimarco's favourite. She served under him for most of her early life, hating him but admiring the power and knowledge he possessed, and she followed his lessons hungrily. When she was but twelve, she left his necromancer's underworld to explore the outside, and to test her skills. She killed three men in the first two months of her independence, and raised many more. It is said among necromancers that if you could catch her soul, it would be sanguine. It is unclear how she came by Reap, but she served Vaermina for three years, and when she left Vaermina's service she had Reap, so it is assumed that the Daedra Prince had something to do with it. The rest is a story of horror on the part of the Chapel, for though she was only young and still learning her power, she was extremely cunning and killed many of their priests- all dedicated to Arkay.
OOC: Woot! Starting FTW!
IC:
A tall woman entered the tavern, her black skirts swishing around her legs, light reflecting off of the gleaming black crystals embedded in her metal-coated arm. Her long, blood-fountain of hair was loose, and her pale silver skin seemed almost to glow.
Those that looked around at her watched transfixed, their reactions mixed. Nobody ever really knew what to think of Veruise. She gave a tiny, frosty smile. Neither do I... she thought.
The Imperial City, though it was hardly her favourite location, was one of the easiest for her to traverse. The variety of classes, races and creeds that appeared there meant that, unusual as she was, it was much easier for her to fit in there.
Veruise looked around, and frowned. It had been a long day. A priest of Arkay was hunting her down, but as yet she'd failed to get a sighting on him, and that put her in danger. Veruise didn't like it when she wasn't the huntress- reasonably enough, in her mind.
Still, she needed to gain some more money, no strings attached, and see if she couldn't get herself a room in which to create better protection for herself. Sadly, there was nowhere but the sewers in the Imperial City that she could practice her art in clear sight, and she didn't want to part with her money unnecessarily.
So, she set herself up at a table, placing her gambling box on the table in clear sight, and waited for someone to come over and greet her- as often happened to women in pubs. From there, she could win herself a room.
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HARDHEAD - Posts: 3499
- Joined: Sun Aug 19, 2007 5:49 am
» Fri May 27, 2011 11:14 pm
ooc: Fascinating, Illusionary. Very fascinating. *strokes beard*
ic: Melanarde walked purposefully into the bar and plopped her posh butt down in a wooden chair. Leaning over the table and resting her elbows on the table so she could set her chin in her palms, the mutt elf peered over at Zelric. "What do ya want, Liz? I told you I'm buying earlier." she asked, then looked around at the rest of the group as they took their various seats. "Anyone else want something to nibble or drink?"
She hadn't yet noticed the dark woman who'd entered the bar due to her current state of tunnel vision, but when she did, she'd be a bit unsure what to think of her.
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Menelri meandered in and made a point of sitting down next to Fears wherever he chose to seat himself. She didn't want to get separated from him. After a moment of leaning on his arm, the door opened a bit away from her and her little greenish-yellow eyes widened. "Whoa.."
Darkly clad, the mysterious female sat herself in a seat and set a box on the table. She wanted to go ask what was in it but was afraid of the woman. She tugged on Fears' sleeve and whispered urgently into the hole on the side of his head that served as his ear. "Did you see her? Did you? She scares me.."
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Setting down Miak and Kituo's drinks in front of them, one after another, Karstine tugged at the top of her black and red shirt, pulling it up a bit. She itched at her neck underneath the dulled silver-and-emerald necklace that hung down over her furry collar and sighed. I love my job mostly, but.. I wish I had something I could be proud of. More importantly, I wish I had a job I could safely bring my son to.
When she walked by Fin, he raised his hand and leaned back. His posture and attitude, to Karst, said that he just saw her as another grunt doing her job as a barmaid. The thought depressed her but she had a good deal of training in suppressing her emotions so nobody could see them. The Argonian got a friendly little smile and a nod from the elven-faced Khajiit and she walked off to get that started. Some help here might be nice, too. I'm running the damn place all by myself; cooking, cleaning, waitressing, everything.
Back behind the counter, Karst set a piece of mutton to cooking and had just started pouring the wine when she looked up and saw Veruise walk in and sit herself down. All she could do was stare at the woman, her black clothes and her glowing skin and, most fascinating to the Khajiit, her hair and the dark armor that wrapped around her arm from the shoulder down. It was only when she felt something cool splash against her hand that she looked back down and realized she'd overfilled the glass. "Aw, [censored].."
Making haste to wipe up the wine, she tilted a little bit of it off back into the bottle and wiped her hands off before fetching the mutton from the oven. It'd been in only a little bit, but rare didn't take long to prepare. Setting both in front of Fin, her cheeks a bit red from embarrassment, she nodded to him. "Here you are, sir. Hope that's to your liking. Just grab me if you need anything else, 'kay?"
After a glance at the rest of the reptile's party and a glance at a familiar-looking woman in fire-colored clothing, she saw the rest were still deciding and left to go check on the others. A glance at Veruise gave her the feeling the woman was waiting on.. well.. getting waited on. Cautiously, she approached the elf and peered down at her, trying not to let the timidness this woman's presence inspired in her show. "Excuse me, miss. Is there anything I can do for you?" Karst asked politely, reaching up to flick a few strands of red hair from her eyes. Under her skirt, her tail switched softly, nervously. Some part of her expected to be yelled at.
ic: Melanarde walked purposefully into the bar and plopped her posh butt down in a wooden chair. Leaning over the table and resting her elbows on the table so she could set her chin in her palms, the mutt elf peered over at Zelric. "What do ya want, Liz? I told you I'm buying earlier." she asked, then looked around at the rest of the group as they took their various seats. "Anyone else want something to nibble or drink?"
She hadn't yet noticed the dark woman who'd entered the bar due to her current state of tunnel vision, but when she did, she'd be a bit unsure what to think of her.
_______
Menelri meandered in and made a point of sitting down next to Fears wherever he chose to seat himself. She didn't want to get separated from him. After a moment of leaning on his arm, the door opened a bit away from her and her little greenish-yellow eyes widened. "Whoa.."
Darkly clad, the mysterious female sat herself in a seat and set a box on the table. She wanted to go ask what was in it but was afraid of the woman. She tugged on Fears' sleeve and whispered urgently into the hole on the side of his head that served as his ear. "Did you see her? Did you? She scares me.."
_______
Setting down Miak and Kituo's drinks in front of them, one after another, Karstine tugged at the top of her black and red shirt, pulling it up a bit. She itched at her neck underneath the dulled silver-and-emerald necklace that hung down over her furry collar and sighed. I love my job mostly, but.. I wish I had something I could be proud of. More importantly, I wish I had a job I could safely bring my son to.
When she walked by Fin, he raised his hand and leaned back. His posture and attitude, to Karst, said that he just saw her as another grunt doing her job as a barmaid. The thought depressed her but she had a good deal of training in suppressing her emotions so nobody could see them. The Argonian got a friendly little smile and a nod from the elven-faced Khajiit and she walked off to get that started. Some help here might be nice, too. I'm running the damn place all by myself; cooking, cleaning, waitressing, everything.
Back behind the counter, Karst set a piece of mutton to cooking and had just started pouring the wine when she looked up and saw Veruise walk in and sit herself down. All she could do was stare at the woman, her black clothes and her glowing skin and, most fascinating to the Khajiit, her hair and the dark armor that wrapped around her arm from the shoulder down. It was only when she felt something cool splash against her hand that she looked back down and realized she'd overfilled the glass. "Aw, [censored].."
Making haste to wipe up the wine, she tilted a little bit of it off back into the bottle and wiped her hands off before fetching the mutton from the oven. It'd been in only a little bit, but rare didn't take long to prepare. Setting both in front of Fin, her cheeks a bit red from embarrassment, she nodded to him. "Here you are, sir. Hope that's to your liking. Just grab me if you need anything else, 'kay?"
After a glance at the rest of the reptile's party and a glance at a familiar-looking woman in fire-colored clothing, she saw the rest were still deciding and left to go check on the others. A glance at Veruise gave her the feeling the woman was waiting on.. well.. getting waited on. Cautiously, she approached the elf and peered down at her, trying not to let the timidness this woman's presence inspired in her show. "Excuse me, miss. Is there anything I can do for you?" Karst asked politely, reaching up to flick a few strands of red hair from her eyes. Under her skirt, her tail switched softly, nervously. Some part of her expected to be yelled at.
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Harry Hearing - Posts: 3366
- Joined: Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:19 am
» Sat May 28, 2011 1:38 am
Veruise noted with slight disappointment that the general concensus of the room was to be scared of her, rather than intrigued. It was disappointing, but not unexpected. Veru greatly wished she looked somewhat more normal, and less recognisable- but, well, she didn't, so she damn well had to get over it and deal with it.
The barkeep headed over and enquired if Veruise would like anything. Veruise regarded her through her golden eyes- purely her father's heritage- for a moment. She seems strong... she thought. Though she's obviously unsure what to think of me- maybe even frightened of me.
Veruise sighed. "I'd like a glass of sujamma, please? I know it's a bit exotic, but I hear most inns keep some..." she gave a smile- something that made her seem a good deal more human- and added, "And I'd also like to know what the strongest alcohol you have is and its cost. Don't want to ask for what I can't pay for you, see," she said. Was it common for people to be waited on like this? Or did they usually come up to the bar? Was she just getting special treatment because she was different? I'm hardly the scariest person alive... Veruise thought. Just... wierd, I guess... she frowned thoughtfully, then dismissed her thoughts. Probably just good service...
For the moment, Veruise appeared to be in one of her more passive moods- certainly one of her more approachable moments. She reached out her black guantleted hand and flicked the catch on the gambling box. Inside, there were two sets of five dice (one black, one white) and there were two little stands on each side with indents for dice to rest, and a place to toss the dice in the middle. Dice was Veruise favourite game, although she played a mean poker game when she needed to. To amuse herself, she began tossing the white set of dice- somehow rolling fives and sixes consistently.
The barkeep headed over and enquired if Veruise would like anything. Veruise regarded her through her golden eyes- purely her father's heritage- for a moment. She seems strong... she thought. Though she's obviously unsure what to think of me- maybe even frightened of me.
Veruise sighed. "I'd like a glass of sujamma, please? I know it's a bit exotic, but I hear most inns keep some..." she gave a smile- something that made her seem a good deal more human- and added, "And I'd also like to know what the strongest alcohol you have is and its cost. Don't want to ask for what I can't pay for you, see," she said. Was it common for people to be waited on like this? Or did they usually come up to the bar? Was she just getting special treatment because she was different? I'm hardly the scariest person alive... Veruise thought. Just... wierd, I guess... she frowned thoughtfully, then dismissed her thoughts. Probably just good service...
For the moment, Veruise appeared to be in one of her more passive moods- certainly one of her more approachable moments. She reached out her black guantleted hand and flicked the catch on the gambling box. Inside, there were two sets of five dice (one black, one white) and there were two little stands on each side with indents for dice to rest, and a place to toss the dice in the middle. Dice was Veruise favourite game, although she played a mean poker game when she needed to. To amuse herself, she began tossing the white set of dice- somehow rolling fives and sixes consistently.
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helliehexx - Posts: 3477
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» Fri May 27, 2011 10:35 am
Zelric looked over at the woman who had walked in, curiosity flickering inside of his young, eager pools of blue that were his reptilian eyes. He just continued to gaze at her, noting what she had out in front of her on the table to be some sort of gambling set, for dice. Did she just come in here for a game, or what? She seems pretty abnormal compared to the civilians here; wait...she looks odd compared to just about all of the adventurers here as well! Thought the youth, who, after a moment of seemingly involuntary tongue movements, was once again reminded of his immense thirst. Rather than summon the Khajiit over to the table again, he waited, taking his eyes off of the darkly clad woman to place watch over the barmaid. Zelric figured he'd wait until she gets close to the table once again before ordering. However, when Melanarde sat down and spoke to him, he turned toward the Elf.
"I want some wi-" He started, but recalled what had happened back at the Inn of Ill Omen. The dream he had, which he suspected alcohol had helped cause, wasn't very helpful to his attempt at slumber that night. "No, some coffee would be nice...with some milk." The Argonian corrected himself, giving a surprisingly stronger variant of the traditional Argonian smile. His race seemed to have some trouble at facial expressions; however, Zelric seemed one of a kind. He had the slight rasp not unlike the typical Argonian as well, but he carefully formed his words differently and did his best to talk like the more humanoid races in addition to pushing the limits of his facial muscles to form more vivid expressions.
After informing the High Elf of his choice in beverage, he once again glanced toward the woman who had seated herself. She was now playing with what seemed to be the dice that previously rested within the box; he couldn't see what she was constantly rolling from his current position, but he wondered how good she was at the gambling game. However, he himself was in no way a gambler. Turning to Melanarde, he spoke softly to her. "Hey...you see that woman over there? Doesn't she look a bit...different?" Zelric questioned, briefly glancing back to Veruise to make sure she wasn't looking at them. And then, as an afterthought, continued on to say something else. "....Can you gamble?"
"I want some wi-" He started, but recalled what had happened back at the Inn of Ill Omen. The dream he had, which he suspected alcohol had helped cause, wasn't very helpful to his attempt at slumber that night. "No, some coffee would be nice...with some milk." The Argonian corrected himself, giving a surprisingly stronger variant of the traditional Argonian smile. His race seemed to have some trouble at facial expressions; however, Zelric seemed one of a kind. He had the slight rasp not unlike the typical Argonian as well, but he carefully formed his words differently and did his best to talk like the more humanoid races in addition to pushing the limits of his facial muscles to form more vivid expressions.
After informing the High Elf of his choice in beverage, he once again glanced toward the woman who had seated herself. She was now playing with what seemed to be the dice that previously rested within the box; he couldn't see what she was constantly rolling from his current position, but he wondered how good she was at the gambling game. However, he himself was in no way a gambler. Turning to Melanarde, he spoke softly to her. "Hey...you see that woman over there? Doesn't she look a bit...different?" Zelric questioned, briefly glancing back to Veruise to make sure she wasn't looking at them. And then, as an afterthought, continued on to say something else. "....Can you gamble?"
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QuinDINGDONGcey - Posts: 3369
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» Fri May 27, 2011 3:40 pm
Melanarde looked over and tilted her head to the side a bit. She saw Veruise and Karst, and both fit the role of 'different,' but at Zelric's additional question, she realized he was referring to the darkly clad elf. The Khajiit looked distinctly familiar, though, but there'd be time for that later.
"She does look different. As far as gambling, all I know is poker. I'm good at bluffing in combat, so.. I guess that just comes with it." Mel told the young mage, then looked over at the blood-haired Khajiit. She wondered if somewhere along the lines, her and the gambling elf were related, seeing as their hair color was not the most common thing. "I swear I know her from somewhere." she muttered, her chin resting in a crook between her left thumb and index finger.
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In fact, the King and Queen had never offered table service before. That was just Karst's little thing, and quite a thing it was; business for the tavern and inn had jumped considerably once word got around that you'd get waited on by a pretty Khajiit girl if you came there. Karst smiled at seeing Veruise do so and nodded.
"Sujamma, hm? Yeah, I've got some. I have a Dunmer that comes in here a lot that wanted it, so I ordered some. Not cheap though, six gold a glass, but it's good." she commented helpfully, "As for our strongest stuff, I've got options. If you want strong and good, I've got both Flin and, my personal favorite, Frost Whiskey, imported from Skyrim. If you just want strong, well.." the Khajiit chuckled softly, "There's always moonshine. That sells for two drakes a glass, but it's not much for taste. Flin is five and the Frost Whiskey is seven."
"She does look different. As far as gambling, all I know is poker. I'm good at bluffing in combat, so.. I guess that just comes with it." Mel told the young mage, then looked over at the blood-haired Khajiit. She wondered if somewhere along the lines, her and the gambling elf were related, seeing as their hair color was not the most common thing. "I swear I know her from somewhere." she muttered, her chin resting in a crook between her left thumb and index finger.
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In fact, the King and Queen had never offered table service before. That was just Karst's little thing, and quite a thing it was; business for the tavern and inn had jumped considerably once word got around that you'd get waited on by a pretty Khajiit girl if you came there. Karst smiled at seeing Veruise do so and nodded.
"Sujamma, hm? Yeah, I've got some. I have a Dunmer that comes in here a lot that wanted it, so I ordered some. Not cheap though, six gold a glass, but it's good." she commented helpfully, "As for our strongest stuff, I've got options. If you want strong and good, I've got both Flin and, my personal favorite, Frost Whiskey, imported from Skyrim. If you just want strong, well.." the Khajiit chuckled softly, "There's always moonshine. That sells for two drakes a glass, but it's not much for taste. Flin is five and the Frost Whiskey is seven."
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Elizabeth Davis - Posts: 3406
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» Fri May 27, 2011 1:40 pm
Veruise smiled at the khajiit, unaware that either of them were under scrutiny by others. It didn't even cross her mind that the pair of them might look alike: many of her fellow necromancers had hair like hers- although, and she didn't know this, they had dyed it as a trend imitating her own look. Veru looked very 'necromancer chic'. Karst, for her part, actually seemed to interest Veruise. The young half-breed was known for her dislike of people- she found them boring- but Karst had personality, which would presumably keep her safe from the crazed elf's erratic behaviour.
"Sujamma, if that's alright..." she paused, and added, "And moonshine, too. It don't have to taste nice: I won't be drinking it. Just has to be strong. And moonshine packs a kick..." she gave an affected shudder in memory. She didn't stop to think about what the woman would think about her motives for getting a strong alcohol not to drink might be. Afterall, it was her business, and the barmaid was hardly a legionnaire.
"Sujamma, if that's alright..." she paused, and added, "And moonshine, too. It don't have to taste nice: I won't be drinking it. Just has to be strong. And moonshine packs a kick..." she gave an affected shudder in memory. She didn't stop to think about what the woman would think about her motives for getting a strong alcohol not to drink might be. Afterall, it was her business, and the barmaid was hardly a legionnaire.
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Ellie English - Posts: 3457
- Joined: Tue Jul 11, 2006 4:47 pm
» Sat May 28, 2011 1:01 am
OOC: sorry about not being able to post. I've only just recently learned of the forum update that made the old skins not work. I've been trying to post for two friggen weeks, only to find the the answer was that simple. anyway...
IC:Fears had sat down at the table, followed shortly by Menelri. While Menelri leaned on his arm, he glanced casually around the bar. The Khajiit behind the bar was busying herself with Fin's mutton, and everyone else was minding their own business. He heard the door open and he looked over to see what they looked like.
When he saw the pale-skinned woman enter, his blood ran cold (figuratively). She had a strange air about her, almost frightening. Much of the bar fell silent as she walked toward a table and sat down. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and jumped slightly when Menelri whispered in his ear, asking if he'd seen the woman.
He looked back at her and nodded. "Yes, I saw her. Truth be told, I must say she unnerves me as well. But no matter; let's try to enjoy ourselves while we can." he gave her a smile and started to think about what he would order, as Fin's mutton had arrived and the smell had made him realize that he was feeling hungry also.
OOC: I'm actually trying do decide whether or not Fears can hold his alcohol or not... any ideas?
IC:Fears had sat down at the table, followed shortly by Menelri. While Menelri leaned on his arm, he glanced casually around the bar. The Khajiit behind the bar was busying herself with Fin's mutton, and everyone else was minding their own business. He heard the door open and he looked over to see what they looked like.
When he saw the pale-skinned woman enter, his blood ran cold (figuratively). She had a strange air about her, almost frightening. Much of the bar fell silent as she walked toward a table and sat down. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and jumped slightly when Menelri whispered in his ear, asking if he'd seen the woman.
He looked back at her and nodded. "Yes, I saw her. Truth be told, I must say she unnerves me as well. But no matter; let's try to enjoy ourselves while we can." he gave her a smile and started to think about what he would order, as Fin's mutton had arrived and the smell had made him realize that he was feeling hungry also.
OOC: I'm actually trying do decide whether or not Fears can hold his alcohol or not... any ideas?
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Anthony Rand - Posts: 3439
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» Fri May 27, 2011 11:24 pm
ooc: Forum update? Whuh? Well, whatever, just glad you're back, Glass!
As for Fears' alcohol tolerance, it'd be funny if he couldn't since he's so tough and such, but chances are he can. Alcohol's a poison and Argonians are immune to most poisons, so.. I'd guess that it'd take a lot to get one drunk, if it's even possible.
ic: Menelri wasn't scared of things she understood, no matter how horrifying they were. She understood death and blood, for instance, so they didn't frighten her. She didn't understand Veruise.
When Fears spoke to her, though, his reptilian voice reassured her. Surely he could protect her if something happened, right? Being the simple creature she was, she put Veruise out of her mind and looked up at the large menu that hung over the bar that advertised the various meals and drinks they offered. It was only a piece of canvas with paint on it mounted on a piece of wood, but whoever had done it certainly had elegant handwriting and a talent for art. Once she'd made up her mind, she shamelessly looked around Fears at Karst and waved at her.
"Hey, Miss Kitty? I'm ready to order!" she called.
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Karst smiled at hearing Veruise talk. She sounded more human than she looked, figuratively speaking of course, and that was reassuring.
"Okay. I'll get you a glass each of Sujamma and moonshine, then. I'll collect the eight gold when I give it to ya." Karst told the elf. Karst wasn't sure exactly what kind of elf she was, though. The eyes were golden, an Altmeri trait, and her hair was more Dunmeri in appearance like Karst's own, but her skin was.. Ayleid? Falmer? Certainly wasn't Orsimer, and Karst didn't think there was anyone alive that was even remotely related to a Dwemer. Perhaps a distant relation to a Skyrim Khajiit? Whatever her heritage was, Karst couldn't tell by looking at her, but she could certainly see Veruise was a unique individual.
A small voice like that of a child interrupted her thoughts and made her look over. What she saw looked a tad older than its voice and a tad odder than even Veru. It was a little elf, a Bosmer by the size and color of her, clad in a little dress that looked like it belonged on a pirate. She was waving enthusiastically and called her 'Miss Kitty.' Karst wasn't sure whether to be insulted or go 'aww.'
The only external sign of her puzzlement was a raising of one of her crimson eyebrows. Walking over, she addressed the elf and the Argonian that she was guessing to either be her bodyguard or legal guardian. "Hiya. Can I get you two something?"
The elf put a little hand to her chin, seeming to not know what she wanted after all, then perked up. She thought she saw the elf's little ears twitch a little. "I'd like some rum and a sammich. With ham and cheese on it." The Bosmer poked the Argonian's arm and looked up at him. "You want somethin', Mister Fears?"
As for Fears' alcohol tolerance, it'd be funny if he couldn't since he's so tough and such, but chances are he can. Alcohol's a poison and Argonians are immune to most poisons, so.. I'd guess that it'd take a lot to get one drunk, if it's even possible.
ic: Menelri wasn't scared of things she understood, no matter how horrifying they were. She understood death and blood, for instance, so they didn't frighten her. She didn't understand Veruise.
When Fears spoke to her, though, his reptilian voice reassured her. Surely he could protect her if something happened, right? Being the simple creature she was, she put Veruise out of her mind and looked up at the large menu that hung over the bar that advertised the various meals and drinks they offered. It was only a piece of canvas with paint on it mounted on a piece of wood, but whoever had done it certainly had elegant handwriting and a talent for art. Once she'd made up her mind, she shamelessly looked around Fears at Karst and waved at her.
"Hey, Miss Kitty? I'm ready to order!" she called.
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Karst smiled at hearing Veruise talk. She sounded more human than she looked, figuratively speaking of course, and that was reassuring.
"Okay. I'll get you a glass each of Sujamma and moonshine, then. I'll collect the eight gold when I give it to ya." Karst told the elf. Karst wasn't sure exactly what kind of elf she was, though. The eyes were golden, an Altmeri trait, and her hair was more Dunmeri in appearance like Karst's own, but her skin was.. Ayleid? Falmer? Certainly wasn't Orsimer, and Karst didn't think there was anyone alive that was even remotely related to a Dwemer. Perhaps a distant relation to a Skyrim Khajiit? Whatever her heritage was, Karst couldn't tell by looking at her, but she could certainly see Veruise was a unique individual.
A small voice like that of a child interrupted her thoughts and made her look over. What she saw looked a tad older than its voice and a tad odder than even Veru. It was a little elf, a Bosmer by the size and color of her, clad in a little dress that looked like it belonged on a pirate. She was waving enthusiastically and called her 'Miss Kitty.' Karst wasn't sure whether to be insulted or go 'aww.'
The only external sign of her puzzlement was a raising of one of her crimson eyebrows. Walking over, she addressed the elf and the Argonian that she was guessing to either be her bodyguard or legal guardian. "Hiya. Can I get you two something?"
The elf put a little hand to her chin, seeming to not know what she wanted after all, then perked up. She thought she saw the elf's little ears twitch a little. "I'd like some rum and a sammich. With ham and cheese on it." The Bosmer poked the Argonian's arm and looked up at him. "You want somethin', Mister Fears?"
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Lizbeth Ruiz - Posts: 3358
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» Fri May 27, 2011 3:45 pm
OOC: right then, he can take a fair bit of booze.
IC: Fears smiled at the small Bosmer's child-llike way of speaking. He then glanced at the menu, selecting his choice. He turned back to the Khajiit, lowering his hood. This inadvertantly revealed his tattoos, as he had had them so long that he never really noticed them any more.
"I think I'll have the same as my friend there." he said, motioning towards Fin, "Medium-well, if it isn't too much trouble. As well as a glass of rum." this was said politely, as he knew that the woman's job couldn't be easy. After he finished ordering, he turned back to glance at the pale woman across the bar. She unnerved him for some reason, but he couldn't place why.
Perhaps he was just being paranoid, after all, it wouldn't be the first time.
IC: Fears smiled at the small Bosmer's child-llike way of speaking. He then glanced at the menu, selecting his choice. He turned back to the Khajiit, lowering his hood. This inadvertantly revealed his tattoos, as he had had them so long that he never really noticed them any more.
"I think I'll have the same as my friend there." he said, motioning towards Fin, "Medium-well, if it isn't too much trouble. As well as a glass of rum." this was said politely, as he knew that the woman's job couldn't be easy. After he finished ordering, he turned back to glance at the pale woman across the bar. She unnerved him for some reason, but he couldn't place why.
Perhaps he was just being paranoid, after all, it wouldn't be the first time.
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stephanie eastwood - Posts: 3526
- Joined: Thu Jun 08, 2006 1:25 pm
» Fri May 27, 2011 7:49 pm
OOC: Back me hunnies. Got me a new slave lover.
IC: Zelric shrugged, now taking his eyes off of the two indirect look-alikes. "You know that Khajiit girl looks vaguely familiar to me as well...I know I'd be able to remember seeing someone like that, at least. Not that she's strange or anything...just that she's very unique compared to all the other Khajiit I've ever seen before in my short life." he informed Melanarde, his tone nonchalant. "Personally, I think she looks pretty amiable despite the apparel. The other...I don't know. I can't tell too much about her. But I don't like judging others by the appearance of their clothes, or their race. Any of that. I guess it's just the way I was raised."
When Menelri called out to the Khajiiti barmaid, he sat up in his chair, no longer lounging in it, tired eyed. When she approached, Zelric listened to Menelri's childlike voice tell her what she wanted, and then heard her inquire to Fears about wanting anything to eat or drink. Deciding it would be best to wait his turn, the young Argonian proceeded to look about the tavern, table to table. What he was really trying to do was glance from time to time over at the elf clad in dark shades without looking as if he were staring solely at her; however, he didn't think he was doing it very effectively. He always looked from table to table too quickly, barely catching any real details about anyone except of how many colors the blur of their bodies retained as he twisted his head in the next direction.
IC: Zelric shrugged, now taking his eyes off of the two indirect look-alikes. "You know that Khajiit girl looks vaguely familiar to me as well...I know I'd be able to remember seeing someone like that, at least. Not that she's strange or anything...just that she's very unique compared to all the other Khajiit I've ever seen before in my short life." he informed Melanarde, his tone nonchalant. "Personally, I think she looks pretty amiable despite the apparel. The other...I don't know. I can't tell too much about her. But I don't like judging others by the appearance of their clothes, or their race. Any of that. I guess it's just the way I was raised."
When Menelri called out to the Khajiiti barmaid, he sat up in his chair, no longer lounging in it, tired eyed. When she approached, Zelric listened to Menelri's childlike voice tell her what she wanted, and then heard her inquire to Fears about wanting anything to eat or drink. Deciding it would be best to wait his turn, the young Argonian proceeded to look about the tavern, table to table. What he was really trying to do was glance from time to time over at the elf clad in dark shades without looking as if he were staring solely at her; however, he didn't think he was doing it very effectively. He always looked from table to table too quickly, barely catching any real details about anyone except of how many colors the blur of their bodies retained as he twisted his head in the next direction.
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Nina Mccormick - Posts: 3507
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