Psyker Landshark said
Whee is my burfday. 19 now. I'll post for collab during the day, sorry I haven't been on much.
Yayayoourgh!
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Psyker Landshark said
Whee is my burfday. 19 now. I'll post for collab during the day, sorry I haven't been on much.
Yay! Happy Birthday!
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Eeee!! Old enough for big boy things! A happy happy birthday to you, Psykes! Enjoy your Youday :)
Ahh, there's my hawkgirl. At least our Dervasso portraits survived. Will be posting Thyra's catchup in the next day, sir, honest.
You're a bunch of kickass writers, but I must admit that those last few posts really rocked my socks all the way off. That content was dynamite, I would have never guessed any of what had happened to have happened. If ever Bethesda choose to explore Malacath's personal piece of netherealm during my lifetime, I can easily imagine some of the elements Wit gave us to be mixed in there. What I know of the existing lore is rife with beautiful mythology and some of the most obscure shit I've ever tried to decipher.
Thanks Tick, for the crash course in what to do in case of webby things going missing. Yes, that cache-trawl sounds very hazardous for one's mental health.
Ahh, there's my hawkgirl. At least our Dervasso portraits survived. Will be posting Thyra's catchup in the next day, sir, honest.
You're a bunch of kickass writers, but I must admit that those last few posts really rocked my socks all the way off. That content was dynamite, I would have never guessed any of what had happened to have happened. If ever Bethesda choose to explore Malacath's personal piece of netherealm during my lifetime, I can easily imagine some of the elements Wit gave us to be mixed in there. What I know of the existing lore is rife with beautiful mythology and some of the most obscure shit I've ever tried to decipher.
Thanks Tick, for the crash course in what to do in case of webby things going missing. Yes, that cache-trawl sounds very hazardous for one's mental health.
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Cairomaru said
GOTTA GO FAST
Damn baby quote function making retype shit.
LMAO'd at this. Well, actually, the memory of the first clip you put up of that animated sonic.bmp. Five minutes f youtube trawl couldn't find it again :(
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If you were wondering who the hell I am on your friend's list on Steam again, I am Magic Julian.
LOL. Is this in reference to 'Madagascar' or that other movie that starts with 'M'? Your usernames are like George Lucas movies; so many sequels and prequels and pretzels and beer and things I don't understand.
Happy birthday buddy! As a gift, HERE IS PART 3! (I'll type part 4 tonight)
Sion, Belle, and new girl Louisa May Algentuck toured the school, exploring the many exciting and new places Eastwest Hammerfell High had to offer. Eventually, they made their way to the cafeteria, where it was just about as empty as a dark alleyway in the middle of the night. "Okay, here's the cafeteria. Next spot-" Sion started as he tried to rush the girls out of the room; having just taken only a single step inside. "Wait wait Sion. We at least need to show her the whole place..." Belle said as she held out her hands in front of Sion, stopping him in his tracks. "But whyyyyyyyyy? The only time people come here is when it's raining cats and dogs outside, or when we have hail the size of mini-vans..." The khajiit whined. "I-I'm sorry to be of a burden... you don't have to show me around..." new girl Louisa May Algentuck quietly spoke out. Belle shook her head smiling. "No, you aren't being a burden! Someone here is just being a big baby today." She said, referring to Sion.
"Who's a big baby today hmmm?" The voice of a hefty sixty year old chain smoker loomed over the three, causing Sion and Belle to freak out and turn around immediately to view an old woman wearing a greasy apron, holding a ladle. "Uh... H-hi lunch lady Bernice..." Belle stuttered with a broken smile. "Oh, fuck me..." Sion whined again, as he had been doing all day. "How you doin darlins? *weeze* You in the mood to test out my new recipe for chili? *cough* This time I used newports to add a few spices to the mix..." She barely managed to ask. New girl Louisa May Algentuck was just in complete shock from the site of the walking tub of lard known as the school's lunch lady. "Well, we would, but, as you can see we have to show the new girl around-" "Nonsense honey, it'll only take a minute!" The lunch lady cut off Belle, insisting the group tried her chili. "Sure Lunch Lady Bernice." Sion stoically said, causing Belle's head to whip around and glare at the khajiit in fear. "Excellent, now, follow me sweeties..." Lunch Lady Bernice cooed as she turned around to lead the group towards the kitchen. When Lunch Lady Bernice turned her back to them, Sion bolted out of the room, quickly followed by Belle, and then the confused New Girl Louisa May Algentuck. "First rule of EastWest Hammerfell High: Don't eat the lunch lady's food." Sion stated as the three were dashing down the hallways. "S-so, where to next!?" New girl Louisa May Algentuck asked. "How about the gym? The gym sounds safe, yeah, let's go to the gym!" The assured Belle said as they kept running, far and fast from the cafeteria.
Panting, the three stopped in front of the double doors to their next stop on the tour. "Okay... okay...phew. Anyway... here's the gymnasium. We have top notch equipment here for all sorts of needs. Today isn't the co-ed day so it's just the guys here." Belle said trying to catch her breath, opening the doors to the gym. Already inside the room, a few of the students were working out, or playing basketball. One or the other. Belle scanned around the room. "Looks like our teams today are training... minus the cheer squad." She stated, leading the group around the room. Sion crossed his arms. "They'll show up eventually in all their glory at some point. No doubt about that." He added. New Girl Louisa May Algentuck stared in wonder. "A cheer squad?" She asked. "Yes, we have one of the best squads in the entire region, as well as one of the best dance squads. Thinking about joining?" Sion asked his own question. But before his question could be answered, the sounds of a dinosaur stomping with some mechanical clanking noise became louder, and louder. "Hey Sion~" The voice taunted him. Gritting his teeth, he answered with an "Oh, fuck me..."
"Think fast." Blade announced as he flicked his sweat at the khajiit like throwing knives. Sheer panic struck the nerves of the khajiit as he slowly arched his back without touching the floor and moved side to side, dodging each sweat drop like it was a bullet. Once the rain was over, the khajiit shot up like a rocket with the pure look of rage in his eyes, staring at the argonian holding a two hundred pound weight in one hand. "And YOU want ME to help you out later when you pull some shit stunt like that!?" The khajiit cursed. Blade smirked. "It's all in good fun, don't get your panties in a bunch." He responded to Sion. Sion opened his mouth to speak when a large green arm slung over his shoulders. "Doesn't this make you appreciate me all the more?" Sion with a look of pain, slowly turned his head to look up at the voice's owner. "...This is just my fucking day huh? And get your sweaty arms, OFF OF ME." The khajiit cursed as he stared at Cub. The orc adjusted his glasses. "What? I didn't do anything to you." He said with a grin, with a tone in his voice that implied he was going to do something.
"Easy guys. Leave him alone today, clearly he is in a bad mood." Another voice called out. The captain of the dance/rowing team approached the ever-growing group. Cub took his arm off of Sion when he saw the captain and both he and the khajiit stared in awe. "Senpai!!!" Sion yelled. "Thank the gods someone is here to save me from these heathens!" Zaveed laughed, and Blade clicked his teeth as he began to lift the weight up and down. "Gotta ruin it huh Zaveed?" The argonian asked. "Is everything alright Sion?" The older khajiit asked. "YesSenpaiIhadacrapmorningandjustnowithoughtthet-rexandthejollygreengiantweregoingtobullymeagainwiththeirstupiditybutyoureheretosavemefromthesefilthypeasantsand-" "Slow down..." Zaveed sighed. "N-no! Senpai he's lying! Cub wasn't going to bully him! Honest!" The orc pleaded. Then the bell rang, signaling the lunch period.
"Alright people, hit the showers!" The gym teacher announced as the students began to walk out of the room to go to the men's locker room. "Looks like its time. We'll probably see you later Sion, and..." The khajiit stopped talking as he approached Belle and new girl Louisa may algentuck. He lightly took their hands and kissed the back of them. "Always a pleasure to see you Belle, and...this new girl." He said with a smile and a wink before walking off. Cub whimpered like a dog as he followed Zaveed and Blade sighed as he tossed the weight away; landing on some poor frail student.
"Senpai is so boss..."
"He's so dreamy..."
"He shall be mine."
The last statement made Sion and Belle stare at new girl Louisa May Algentuck in bewilderment, as for some reason, her voice became really deep and malicious.
A few minutes later after leaving the gym, the group began to walk down the school hallways, heading to their next destination when Sion received a phone call: Thyra. He picked up the call. "Hello-" "Sion. Don't ask questions. I need you to go to the janitor's closet, get a ladder, then sneak into the girl's locker room, remove the wooden plank near the showers, and climb up the vent with the ladder." She demanded of the khajiit. There was a pause as Sion tried to process the information given to him. "I-I'm sorry what-" "Don't ask questions. Just do us this favor and do it quick. Please. And don't tell anyone." She cut him off as she hung up the phone. The khajiit blinked a few times as he froze in place. "Is something wrong Sion?" Belle asked. "Uh... no. I... got to take care of something quickly. I'll meet up with you guys in a bit." He said confused as he walked away from the girls.
And so, Sion was off to the janitor's closet to get a ladder for Thyra. Yay?
Sion, Belle, and new girl Louisa May Algentuck toured the school, exploring the many exciting and new places Eastwest Hammerfell High had to offer. Eventually, they made their way to the cafeteria, where it was just about as empty as a dark alleyway in the middle of the night. "Okay, here's the cafeteria. Next spot-" Sion started as he tried to rush the girls out of the room; having just taken only a single step inside. "Wait wait Sion. We at least need to show her the whole place..." Belle said as she held out her hands in front of Sion, stopping him in his tracks. "But whyyyyyyyyy? The only time people come here is when it's raining cats and dogs outside, or when we have hail the size of mini-vans..." The khajiit whined. "I-I'm sorry to be of a burden... you don't have to show me around..." new girl Louisa May Algentuck quietly spoke out. Belle shook her head smiling. "No, you aren't being a burden! Someone here is just being a big baby today." She said, referring to Sion.
"Who's a big baby today hmmm?" The voice of a hefty sixty year old chain smoker loomed over the three, causing Sion and Belle to freak out and turn around immediately to view an old woman wearing a greasy apron, holding a ladle. "Uh... H-hi lunch lady Bernice..." Belle stuttered with a broken smile. "Oh, fuck me..." Sion whined again, as he had been doing all day. "How you doin darlins? *weeze* You in the mood to test out my new recipe for chili? *cough* This time I used newports to add a few spices to the mix..." She barely managed to ask. New girl Louisa May Algentuck was just in complete shock from the site of the walking tub of lard known as the school's lunch lady. "Well, we would, but, as you can see we have to show the new girl around-" "Nonsense honey, it'll only take a minute!" The lunch lady cut off Belle, insisting the group tried her chili. "Sure Lunch Lady Bernice." Sion stoically said, causing Belle's head to whip around and glare at the khajiit in fear. "Excellent, now, follow me sweeties..." Lunch Lady Bernice cooed as she turned around to lead the group towards the kitchen. When Lunch Lady Bernice turned her back to them, Sion bolted out of the room, quickly followed by Belle, and then the confused New Girl Louisa May Algentuck. "First rule of EastWest Hammerfell High: Don't eat the lunch lady's food." Sion stated as the three were dashing down the hallways. "S-so, where to next!?" New girl Louisa May Algentuck asked. "How about the gym? The gym sounds safe, yeah, let's go to the gym!" The assured Belle said as they kept running, far and fast from the cafeteria.
Panting, the three stopped in front of the double doors to their next stop on the tour. "Okay... okay...phew. Anyway... here's the gymnasium. We have top notch equipment here for all sorts of needs. Today isn't the co-ed day so it's just the guys here." Belle said trying to catch her breath, opening the doors to the gym. Already inside the room, a few of the students were working out, or playing basketball. One or the other. Belle scanned around the room. "Looks like our teams today are training... minus the cheer squad." She stated, leading the group around the room. Sion crossed his arms. "They'll show up eventually in all their glory at some point. No doubt about that." He added. New Girl Louisa May Algentuck stared in wonder. "A cheer squad?" She asked. "Yes, we have one of the best squads in the entire region, as well as one of the best dance squads. Thinking about joining?" Sion asked his own question. But before his question could be answered, the sounds of a dinosaur stomping with some mechanical clanking noise became louder, and louder. "Hey Sion~" The voice taunted him. Gritting his teeth, he answered with an "Oh, fuck me..."
"Think fast." Blade announced as he flicked his sweat at the khajiit like throwing knives. Sheer panic struck the nerves of the khajiit as he slowly arched his back without touching the floor and moved side to side, dodging each sweat drop like it was a bullet. Once the rain was over, the khajiit shot up like a rocket with the pure look of rage in his eyes, staring at the argonian holding a two hundred pound weight in one hand. "And YOU want ME to help you out later when you pull some shit stunt like that!?" The khajiit cursed. Blade smirked. "It's all in good fun, don't get your panties in a bunch." He responded to Sion. Sion opened his mouth to speak when a large green arm slung over his shoulders. "Doesn't this make you appreciate me all the more?" Sion with a look of pain, slowly turned his head to look up at the voice's owner. "...This is just my fucking day huh? And get your sweaty arms, OFF OF ME." The khajiit cursed as he stared at Cub. The orc adjusted his glasses. "What? I didn't do anything to you." He said with a grin, with a tone in his voice that implied he was going to do something.
"Easy guys. Leave him alone today, clearly he is in a bad mood." Another voice called out. The captain of the dance/rowing team approached the ever-growing group. Cub took his arm off of Sion when he saw the captain and both he and the khajiit stared in awe. "Senpai!!!" Sion yelled. "Thank the gods someone is here to save me from these heathens!" Zaveed laughed, and Blade clicked his teeth as he began to lift the weight up and down. "Gotta ruin it huh Zaveed?" The argonian asked. "Is everything alright Sion?" The older khajiit asked. "YesSenpaiIhadacrapmorningandjustnowithoughtthet-rexandthejollygreengiantweregoingtobullymeagainwiththeirstupiditybutyoureheretosavemefromthesefilthypeasantsand-" "Slow down..." Zaveed sighed. "N-no! Senpai he's lying! Cub wasn't going to bully him! Honest!" The orc pleaded. Then the bell rang, signaling the lunch period.
"Alright people, hit the showers!" The gym teacher announced as the students began to walk out of the room to go to the men's locker room. "Looks like its time. We'll probably see you later Sion, and..." The khajiit stopped talking as he approached Belle and new girl Louisa may algentuck. He lightly took their hands and kissed the back of them. "Always a pleasure to see you Belle, and...this new girl." He said with a smile and a wink before walking off. Cub whimpered like a dog as he followed Zaveed and Blade sighed as he tossed the weight away; landing on some poor frail student.
"Senpai is so boss..."
"He's so dreamy..."
"He shall be mine."
The last statement made Sion and Belle stare at new girl Louisa May Algentuck in bewilderment, as for some reason, her voice became really deep and malicious.
A few minutes later after leaving the gym, the group began to walk down the school hallways, heading to their next destination when Sion received a phone call: Thyra. He picked up the call. "Hello-" "Sion. Don't ask questions. I need you to go to the janitor's closet, get a ladder, then sneak into the girl's locker room, remove the wooden plank near the showers, and climb up the vent with the ladder." She demanded of the khajiit. There was a pause as Sion tried to process the information given to him. "I-I'm sorry what-" "Don't ask questions. Just do us this favor and do it quick. Please. And don't tell anyone." She cut him off as she hung up the phone. The khajiit blinked a few times as he froze in place. "Is something wrong Sion?" Belle asked. "Uh... no. I... got to take care of something quickly. I'll meet up with you guys in a bit." He said confused as he walked away from the girls.
And so, Sion was off to the janitor's closet to get a ladder for Thyra. Yay?
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Blade and Cub: uber jocks.
The Zaveed senpei thing was hilarious. :D Good job!
The Zaveed senpei thing was hilarious. :D Good job!
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Oh my god, I love you, Cairo. I died at the senpai thing.
So Zaveed is the dance/rowing coach who preys on his nubile young students. Awesome.
Its time for a DOUBLE WHAMMY, PART 4
NOON OF THE FIRST DAY
Sion dragged his feet down the school pathways, eventually spotting the janitor stepping out of his office/closet. The khajiit approached him. "Excuse me, Janitor Jack, I need to borrow a ladder to go sneak into the vents in the girl's locker room. May I?" Sion bluntly asked as the janitor laughed at his statement. "By all means, knock yourself out." He nodded to the khajiit as he walked away, leaving the door open for Sion. He simply went inside, grabbed the ladder, and walked out; his next destination being the girl's locker room.
With good timing, Sion arrived at the girl's locker room and non-nonchalantly stepped inside. No one was there which certainly made things easier for him. His eyes looked around the room, noticing the golden swan fountain, the jewel embroidered sinks, the pristine bookshelves, and numerous flower pots around the room. And it certainly smelled ten times better then the testosterone filled guy's locker room. Why wasn't the guy's locker room this nice? Eventually he spotted the showers and spotted the wooden planks blocking up something. He approached said planks and removed them, revealing an entryway into the vents. Sion sighed, shook his head, and climbed into the vents.
After a rather straight forward maze, Sion spotted the entire cheer squad minus Elayna across a deep gap in the vents. "Thank God you're here Sion, get us out of here!" Reigenleif pleaded in a whisper. The khajiit was confused. "Would someone care to tell me what is going on...?" Thyra glared at him. "Sion, just place the ladder across the gap, and get us out." She demanded. Sion propped his chin up on the palm of his hand and began to tap the iron vents with his nails, awaiting the answer to his question. "Sion!" Thyra snapped at him. "Just like, friggin tell him. He's here already...." Vurwe said with a sigh. "Fine..."
*STORY TIME*
"How much further do we have to go Thyra?" Reigenleif asked as the cheer squad climbed through the vents. "Not much further, just keep your voices down." She responded. "Who would've thought the vents would actually lead us to the boy's locker room..." "I still think this is a bit of a stupid idea...I don't know why I agreed..." Marassa sighed. "Face it boo, we tots know you want to get a good look at Sevari." Vurwe taunted her, giggling all the while. Marassa felt her face blush as she began to grit her teeth in embarrassment. "Oh, oh, oh, I can't wait to see the debonair God known as Zaveed-Senpai~" Rena cooed. "Just keep your skirts on girls and keep quiet!" Thyra shushed the girls.
Eventually they arrived to one of the vents where they had a clean good view of the boy's locker room. P.E. just ended and a bunch of the male students, including Zaveed, Blade, Cub, and Zainat, were huddling around the coach, talking about some non-sense the girls didn't care for. "Oh, my, god. We really CAN see the locker room..." Reigenleif exclaimed as she began to blush. "Looks like Sevari isn't here, sorry Marassa." Rena jokingly apologized as Marassa gave the girl a look. "It does look like Thyra's boy-toy is here though~" Vurwe taunted the nord who sighed in dismay. "I wonder how he would feel knowing you were watching him, although... if he did know, he'd probably strip down and get off to that in like, a blink of an eye." She added. "Yeah, he would be the one to start in the blink of an eye, and finish in the blink of an eye." Thyra said, earning a high five from Vurwe and a couple of chuckles from the other girls in the vent.
"And, dismissed! Hit the showers!" The coach announced as he walked away from his students who began to change. "This is the moment we've been waiting for girls..." Thyra whispered, eyes focused. Rena began to write in her book as she stared intensely, Vurwe began to drool and twiddle her fingers, Reigenleif covered her eyes with her hands, but made an opening through her fingers to see, and Marassa started to dig her nails into the vents when suddenly, one of the grates fell down; to be precise, it was the one they had to cross over to get to their spot. The girls whipped their heads around. "Shit." Thyra cursed. "What was that?" Came a voice in the boy's locker room: Cub's. "Oh no, oh no, oh no...we've been caught!" Reigenleif said in a bit of a panic, earning a shush from Vurwe. "Probably that family of possums fucking again... Principal Hralvar needs to deal with that soon..." Blade answered Cub's question the best he could.
"...What does he mean "family of possums?" Marassa asked. Soon, a bunch of scratching noises was heard ever so closely to them, making all of the girls turn their heads around to face the noise. And lo and behold, there was that family of not-so happy possums slowly making their way to the girls. Thyra clamped her hands over Reigenleif and Vurwe's mouths as they were about to scream and the girls had to fend themselves against the possums. Banging, bashing, scratching, and gutting was heard from the vents. "Wow, they're really going at it up there today..." Cub said with a shrug.
*STORY END*
"And that's what happened... happy now?" Thyra growled. Sion felt a little bit violated on his privacy. The girls could have been spying on him at any time! But then again, he didn't have P.E., so there wasn't much need to worry, but still. "Just one more question, where is Elayna?" Sion asked. "We don't know, we tried to call her instead of you, but she didn't pick up her phone."
*Currently behind the bleachers at the football field*
Elayna took a deep hit from the blunt she rolled up as she sat alongside Principal Hralvar, Kip, Isabella, and Vurwe's butler Sebastian. She exhaled, coughing up quite a bit before speaking. "And then... I was staring down at the picture he sent me... and I was like, staring for HOURS... and all I could ask was... where's waldo man...? I couldn't even find him once man..." She stated in a daze before passing the blunt to Hralvar. "It's alright Eleanor, this old man, he played one, he played knick-knack on my thumb..." Then he took a deep hit from the blunt himself. While the other three sang "With a knick-knack paddywhack, Give the dog a bone, This old man came rolling home." Laughing and coughing all the while.
*Outside of the girl's locker room*
"Thank you Sion...please don't let anyone know about this..." Marassa pleaded. Sion nodded with a half-smile. "Alright, let's go to cheer practice and forget this happened..." Marassa added as she led the cheer squad away. As soon as they were out of sight, Sion received a text message. Boy, he sure was popular today... and he didn't like it.
"Meet me at Principal Hralvar's office, he's not here, and its important. - Blade" Sion cursed as he saw the text. "Just what did he want this time... it better actually be important..." He thought. He felt bad for leaving Belle with the new girl, but evidently, today was going to be just one of those days.
And so, Sion made his way to meet up with Blade at Principal Hralvar's office. Yay.
NOON OF THE FIRST DAY
Sion dragged his feet down the school pathways, eventually spotting the janitor stepping out of his office/closet. The khajiit approached him. "Excuse me, Janitor Jack, I need to borrow a ladder to go sneak into the vents in the girl's locker room. May I?" Sion bluntly asked as the janitor laughed at his statement. "By all means, knock yourself out." He nodded to the khajiit as he walked away, leaving the door open for Sion. He simply went inside, grabbed the ladder, and walked out; his next destination being the girl's locker room.
With good timing, Sion arrived at the girl's locker room and non-nonchalantly stepped inside. No one was there which certainly made things easier for him. His eyes looked around the room, noticing the golden swan fountain, the jewel embroidered sinks, the pristine bookshelves, and numerous flower pots around the room. And it certainly smelled ten times better then the testosterone filled guy's locker room. Why wasn't the guy's locker room this nice? Eventually he spotted the showers and spotted the wooden planks blocking up something. He approached said planks and removed them, revealing an entryway into the vents. Sion sighed, shook his head, and climbed into the vents.
After a rather straight forward maze, Sion spotted the entire cheer squad minus Elayna across a deep gap in the vents. "Thank God you're here Sion, get us out of here!" Reigenleif pleaded in a whisper. The khajiit was confused. "Would someone care to tell me what is going on...?" Thyra glared at him. "Sion, just place the ladder across the gap, and get us out." She demanded. Sion propped his chin up on the palm of his hand and began to tap the iron vents with his nails, awaiting the answer to his question. "Sion!" Thyra snapped at him. "Just like, friggin tell him. He's here already...." Vurwe said with a sigh. "Fine..."
*STORY TIME*
"How much further do we have to go Thyra?" Reigenleif asked as the cheer squad climbed through the vents. "Not much further, just keep your voices down." She responded. "Who would've thought the vents would actually lead us to the boy's locker room..." "I still think this is a bit of a stupid idea...I don't know why I agreed..." Marassa sighed. "Face it boo, we tots know you want to get a good look at Sevari." Vurwe taunted her, giggling all the while. Marassa felt her face blush as she began to grit her teeth in embarrassment. "Oh, oh, oh, I can't wait to see the debonair God known as Zaveed-Senpai~" Rena cooed. "Just keep your skirts on girls and keep quiet!" Thyra shushed the girls.
Eventually they arrived to one of the vents where they had a clean good view of the boy's locker room. P.E. just ended and a bunch of the male students, including Zaveed, Blade, Cub, and Zainat, were huddling around the coach, talking about some non-sense the girls didn't care for. "Oh, my, god. We really CAN see the locker room..." Reigenleif exclaimed as she began to blush. "Looks like Sevari isn't here, sorry Marassa." Rena jokingly apologized as Marassa gave the girl a look. "It does look like Thyra's boy-toy is here though~" Vurwe taunted the nord who sighed in dismay. "I wonder how he would feel knowing you were watching him, although... if he did know, he'd probably strip down and get off to that in like, a blink of an eye." She added. "Yeah, he would be the one to start in the blink of an eye, and finish in the blink of an eye." Thyra said, earning a high five from Vurwe and a couple of chuckles from the other girls in the vent.
"And, dismissed! Hit the showers!" The coach announced as he walked away from his students who began to change. "This is the moment we've been waiting for girls..." Thyra whispered, eyes focused. Rena began to write in her book as she stared intensely, Vurwe began to drool and twiddle her fingers, Reigenleif covered her eyes with her hands, but made an opening through her fingers to see, and Marassa started to dig her nails into the vents when suddenly, one of the grates fell down; to be precise, it was the one they had to cross over to get to their spot. The girls whipped their heads around. "Shit." Thyra cursed. "What was that?" Came a voice in the boy's locker room: Cub's. "Oh no, oh no, oh no...we've been caught!" Reigenleif said in a bit of a panic, earning a shush from Vurwe. "Probably that family of possums fucking again... Principal Hralvar needs to deal with that soon..." Blade answered Cub's question the best he could.
"...What does he mean "family of possums?" Marassa asked. Soon, a bunch of scratching noises was heard ever so closely to them, making all of the girls turn their heads around to face the noise. And lo and behold, there was that family of not-so happy possums slowly making their way to the girls. Thyra clamped her hands over Reigenleif and Vurwe's mouths as they were about to scream and the girls had to fend themselves against the possums. Banging, bashing, scratching, and gutting was heard from the vents. "Wow, they're really going at it up there today..." Cub said with a shrug.
*STORY END*
"And that's what happened... happy now?" Thyra growled. Sion felt a little bit violated on his privacy. The girls could have been spying on him at any time! But then again, he didn't have P.E., so there wasn't much need to worry, but still. "Just one more question, where is Elayna?" Sion asked. "We don't know, we tried to call her instead of you, but she didn't pick up her phone."
*Currently behind the bleachers at the football field*
Elayna took a deep hit from the blunt she rolled up as she sat alongside Principal Hralvar, Kip, Isabella, and Vurwe's butler Sebastian. She exhaled, coughing up quite a bit before speaking. "And then... I was staring down at the picture he sent me... and I was like, staring for HOURS... and all I could ask was... where's waldo man...? I couldn't even find him once man..." She stated in a daze before passing the blunt to Hralvar. "It's alright Eleanor, this old man, he played one, he played knick-knack on my thumb..." Then he took a deep hit from the blunt himself. While the other three sang "With a knick-knack paddywhack, Give the dog a bone, This old man came rolling home." Laughing and coughing all the while.
*Outside of the girl's locker room*
"Thank you Sion...please don't let anyone know about this..." Marassa pleaded. Sion nodded with a half-smile. "Alright, let's go to cheer practice and forget this happened..." Marassa added as she led the cheer squad away. As soon as they were out of sight, Sion received a text message. Boy, he sure was popular today... and he didn't like it.
"Meet me at Principal Hralvar's office, he's not here, and its important. - Blade" Sion cursed as he saw the text. "Just what did he want this time... it better actually be important..." He thought. He felt bad for leaving Belle with the new girl, but evidently, today was going to be just one of those days.
And so, Sion made his way to meet up with Blade at Principal Hralvar's office. Yay.
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Voltaire said
So Zaveed is the dance/rowing coach who preys on his nubile young students. Awesome.
Do what you want because a pirate is free, YOU ARE A PIRATE!
Also, Zaveed's the captain of the team, I read, not the coach. He's not going to jail. :'D
Also, Egypt, the lack of explanation point on the final yay just made that last one even better. XD Damn girls. Buncha stalkers.
I already couldn't breathe, but by the time I got to Elayna's little bit, I nearly asphyxiated.
It's gold, Cairo. Shiny gold.
It's gold, Cairo. Shiny gold.
I'm happy you guys enjoyed it!
Cuz i'm in a horrid mood at the moment thanks to unneeded bullshit, and your enjoyment cheered me up a bit. thank ye peeps
Cuz i'm in a horrid mood at the moment thanks to unneeded bullshit, and your enjoyment cheered me up a bit. thank ye peeps
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Cairo is some kind of shining golden god.
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Happy belaided, Psyker!
Also, sorry to hear you're in a crappy mood, Egypt. :/ Hopefully I'll be done my collabs soon, and get some posts going.
Also, sorry to hear you're in a crappy mood, Egypt. :/ Hopefully I'll be done my collabs soon, and get some posts going.
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Rena is so creepy
I lurves it :3
I lurves it :3
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Presenting: Wets-His-Blade!
And Vanq, Rena's creepy in the best ways. :D
Other than her, I think I got everyone who didn't already make their character in Skyrim.
And Vanq, Rena's creepy in the best ways. :D
Other than her, I think I got everyone who didn't already make their character in Skyrim.
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Name: Francis Martell
Race: Breton
Family Origins: Born to a family of farmers in the Principality of Camlorn in High Rock
Appearance:
A slightly more haggard Francis. He cares not for the care of his facial hair and has stopped going through the pains of curling his mustache or shaving his jaw and cheeks.
Age: 30
Equipment: Armor/Clothing: Thick white cloth shirt, chainmail hidden underneath, brown leather gloves, long wine-red cloak, Thick black fitting trousers, leather Knee-high boots, black wide-brimmed hat with one red feather and another yellow. A half-moon pendant suspended from a leather cord, a keepsake.
Weapons: Small dagger hidden in boot, long dagger sheathed on lower back, bastard sword sheathed at left side of hip.
Miscellanea(Kept in Pack): Ten lockpicks
Two Potions of Minor Healing
Two Potions of Minor Magicka
Two Potions of Minor Stamina
Lusty Argonian Maid, vol. I
Whetstone
Six large strips of dried meat
One Bottle of Alto Wine, Half-Full and recently liberated from the Golden Gale’s storeroom
One vial of poison, snatched from Krieger’s lair
Favored Skills: Moderately Proficient: Two-Handed, conscripted into the army of Camlorn, he was trained in the use of the War-Knife and the poleaxe
One-Handed, trained in maces and falchions, as well
Alteration, The Principality of Camlorn fields a lot of battlemages, it so happens that Francis was one
Somewhat Proficient: Destruction, you know, battlemage.
Background and a "brief" history: Francis was born in the Principality of Camlorn in 4E178 to a married couple of farmers. From a young age, he helped around the farm. Help constituted as jumping in the puddles with Anna in the field and making sure the family dog was entertained while his parents worked. It was this time that he cherished the most, if asked today, and for good reason. It was a simple time where he had nothing to worry about except waking early enough to make sure his parents wouldn’t find out he slept in the barn again or was climbing around in the rafters or on the windmill. Francis found great fun in testing his dexterity by climbing from one thing to another and scaring his sister by dropping a clump of mud atop her golden hair.
He hadn’t had any time to pursue his great skill of climbing and perhaps becoming an acrobat, as by the time he turned ten, his father ruled that he was old enough to work in the fields. So, for a few weeks, he managed on in the farm, taking over the work of his father while he took over his mother’s tasks and also cared for her, as she had grown ill after giving birth to a girl, Annaliese. His father was not a praying man, but he managed to give in and utter frequent prayers to Arkay to beg that his daughter would live without illness and his wife would recover and to Stendarr, to show him mercy if this was indeed a punishment for the life he had lived.
Only a small part of his father’s prayers were made good on. For the next five years, Francis worked the field and helped care for his sister after their mother’s death. The crops did not yield much in those years, gradually becoming more and more sparse, and not to mention, Francis had not been taught, as his father was too preoccupied with caring for his sister and late mother. After his mother’s death, his father grew distant until finally he had become bed-ridden of his own accord. His father became extremely reclusive and Francis was forced to grow into a man at a younger age than most. With a bag of gold, clothes and food, Francis left with a heavy heart filled with equal parts sadness and anger, carrying his sister with him.
When they arrived in Camlorn, the capitol city, Francis bought a room and begged for a job at the local tavern. He got what he wished for and he and his sister had a place to stay. As he worked at the tavern, cleaning tables, cleaning glasses and taking orders from patrons, he couldn’t help but feel like there was a bit more to life. He didn’t want to end up like one of the poachers, sitting at the bar and drinking away their septims. On the one hand, he was earning a steady amount of coin to feed him and his sister, but on the other, he could do so much more. By the time that his sister was ten, he had left her in the care of the tavernkeeper, a woman with graying hair and a warm heart. Francis left to enlist in the service of the King of Camlorn’s army.
It was here that Francis met his closest friend, Vendel, a Nord who had been abandoned by his merchant parents in Camlorn. Vendel had seen none of his family’s money, nor their faces, and so decided to join the army at the youngest age possible as a source of income. Francis hit it off with the young Vendel and the two developed a strong friendship that lasted through their years of trying to find a place to piss while on watch, trying not to piss their armor while the King threw his parades and Royal Balls, and pissing off the Watch-Captain when they were caught away from post while pissing on watch. Francis was able to keep in contact with his sister due to the fact that he was never put on duty beyond the walls of Camlorn.
Francis was picked as one of the candidates for battlemage training through what was probably some bureaucratic mix-up with assignment papers. He utterly failed at trying to produce any of the great and powerful spells of destruction that were being taught to the prospective mages, but he had somewhat of a knack for alteration.
After a few years in the army, keeping watch at the countless numbers of festivities the King threw every year, Francis and the King’s daughter grew fond of each other. Once the King had found out about the love affair a commoner was having with his own daughter, one born with higher blood, the King struck Francis with the crime of treason and the punishment of death. Francis fled Camlorn with Vendel in tow and his sister following close behind. Francis took them to Wayrest, which had since been taken over by Corsairs, renegades and vagabonds, where they lived for a few years. Francis made his way through life as a duelist-for-hire, settling disputes and urging people to pay their debts.
Two years prior to the Dwemer Return, a notable Necromancer by the name of Cleric Krieger who served as Pirate-Lord Hilaire’s Court Wizard murdered the man’s daughter and fled Wayrest with his faithful conspirators. Francis had heard of this, but he never expected close friends of Hilaire to take him on as one of their chosen crew to track down Krieger and exact revenge on behalf of the King, who was much too sorrowful to carry the deed out himself. He was offered money and riches upon his return on behalf of Hilaire and his vast amount of wealth and plunder, and so with a tight hug and a parting glass with his sister as well as her crescent-moon pendant, he and Vendel left Wayrest with the great Captain Alaire St. Tarley on a two-year hunt for Krieger.
On Stros M’kai, two years later, he had a brief stint of service alongside the Hero of Tamriel, Gorzath, in which he and Gorzaths’s party managed to kill Krieger and escape his lair. Dark things happened under the Mausoleum. Francis still refuses to speak of what he had to do to survive, of what was done to him and what he learned, but ever since then, there has been a blaringly loud voice in his head telling him to hug Vendel, kiss his sister on the cheek and follow the Heroes of Tamriel on their quest before life goes black for him and he’s stuck regretting anything he had or had not done.
Fighting Style: Francis is an adventurer and a duelist, pretty handy with a longsword. In close-quarters, he could use every part of his longsword to effect or pick from the dagger on his back or hidden in his boot. If hard-pressed and sufficiently drunk, his fists, knees, feet, forehead, teeth and elbows could work.
Personality: Some might see Francis as a dashing adventurer with a thirst for life and living it. Nothing could be farther from the truth, though. Francis is an apathetic man who lived out his time in the army of the Principality of Camlorn and was forced to flee from home and the only girl he’s loved, never finding himself lucky enough to find another for whatever reason. He’s a vagabond with as many homes as he has motivations. None. He lives for himself, now that his sister is a grown woman, and wanders because he hasn’t found it in himself to settle down. He accepted the contract that led to his current position in Hammerfell with a shrug given two years ago and regrets it to this day. Though he is largely apathetic and sometimes floating through life, he feels a supreme urge for something more, and his time on Stros M’kai has only made it more severe.
Font Colour: Plain ol’ regular coloring.
Race: Breton
Family Origins: Born to a family of farmers in the Principality of Camlorn in High Rock
Appearance:
A slightly more haggard Francis. He cares not for the care of his facial hair and has stopped going through the pains of curling his mustache or shaving his jaw and cheeks.
Age: 30
Equipment: Armor/Clothing: Thick white cloth shirt, chainmail hidden underneath, brown leather gloves, long wine-red cloak, Thick black fitting trousers, leather Knee-high boots, black wide-brimmed hat with one red feather and another yellow. A half-moon pendant suspended from a leather cord, a keepsake.
Weapons: Small dagger hidden in boot, long dagger sheathed on lower back, bastard sword sheathed at left side of hip.
Miscellanea(Kept in Pack): Ten lockpicks
Two Potions of Minor Healing
Two Potions of Minor Magicka
Two Potions of Minor Stamina
Lusty Argonian Maid, vol. I
Whetstone
Six large strips of dried meat
One Bottle of Alto Wine, Half-Full and recently liberated from the Golden Gale’s storeroom
One vial of poison, snatched from Krieger’s lair
Favored Skills: Moderately Proficient: Two-Handed, conscripted into the army of Camlorn, he was trained in the use of the War-Knife and the poleaxe
One-Handed, trained in maces and falchions, as well
Alteration, The Principality of Camlorn fields a lot of battlemages, it so happens that Francis was one
Somewhat Proficient: Destruction, you know, battlemage.
Background and a "brief" history: Francis was born in the Principality of Camlorn in 4E178 to a married couple of farmers. From a young age, he helped around the farm. Help constituted as jumping in the puddles with Anna in the field and making sure the family dog was entertained while his parents worked. It was this time that he cherished the most, if asked today, and for good reason. It was a simple time where he had nothing to worry about except waking early enough to make sure his parents wouldn’t find out he slept in the barn again or was climbing around in the rafters or on the windmill. Francis found great fun in testing his dexterity by climbing from one thing to another and scaring his sister by dropping a clump of mud atop her golden hair.
He hadn’t had any time to pursue his great skill of climbing and perhaps becoming an acrobat, as by the time he turned ten, his father ruled that he was old enough to work in the fields. So, for a few weeks, he managed on in the farm, taking over the work of his father while he took over his mother’s tasks and also cared for her, as she had grown ill after giving birth to a girl, Annaliese. His father was not a praying man, but he managed to give in and utter frequent prayers to Arkay to beg that his daughter would live without illness and his wife would recover and to Stendarr, to show him mercy if this was indeed a punishment for the life he had lived.
Only a small part of his father’s prayers were made good on. For the next five years, Francis worked the field and helped care for his sister after their mother’s death. The crops did not yield much in those years, gradually becoming more and more sparse, and not to mention, Francis had not been taught, as his father was too preoccupied with caring for his sister and late mother. After his mother’s death, his father grew distant until finally he had become bed-ridden of his own accord. His father became extremely reclusive and Francis was forced to grow into a man at a younger age than most. With a bag of gold, clothes and food, Francis left with a heavy heart filled with equal parts sadness and anger, carrying his sister with him.
When they arrived in Camlorn, the capitol city, Francis bought a room and begged for a job at the local tavern. He got what he wished for and he and his sister had a place to stay. As he worked at the tavern, cleaning tables, cleaning glasses and taking orders from patrons, he couldn’t help but feel like there was a bit more to life. He didn’t want to end up like one of the poachers, sitting at the bar and drinking away their septims. On the one hand, he was earning a steady amount of coin to feed him and his sister, but on the other, he could do so much more. By the time that his sister was ten, he had left her in the care of the tavernkeeper, a woman with graying hair and a warm heart. Francis left to enlist in the service of the King of Camlorn’s army.
It was here that Francis met his closest friend, Vendel, a Nord who had been abandoned by his merchant parents in Camlorn. Vendel had seen none of his family’s money, nor their faces, and so decided to join the army at the youngest age possible as a source of income. Francis hit it off with the young Vendel and the two developed a strong friendship that lasted through their years of trying to find a place to piss while on watch, trying not to piss their armor while the King threw his parades and Royal Balls, and pissing off the Watch-Captain when they were caught away from post while pissing on watch. Francis was able to keep in contact with his sister due to the fact that he was never put on duty beyond the walls of Camlorn.
Francis was picked as one of the candidates for battlemage training through what was probably some bureaucratic mix-up with assignment papers. He utterly failed at trying to produce any of the great and powerful spells of destruction that were being taught to the prospective mages, but he had somewhat of a knack for alteration.
After a few years in the army, keeping watch at the countless numbers of festivities the King threw every year, Francis and the King’s daughter grew fond of each other. Once the King had found out about the love affair a commoner was having with his own daughter, one born with higher blood, the King struck Francis with the crime of treason and the punishment of death. Francis fled Camlorn with Vendel in tow and his sister following close behind. Francis took them to Wayrest, which had since been taken over by Corsairs, renegades and vagabonds, where they lived for a few years. Francis made his way through life as a duelist-for-hire, settling disputes and urging people to pay their debts.
Two years prior to the Dwemer Return, a notable Necromancer by the name of Cleric Krieger who served as Pirate-Lord Hilaire’s Court Wizard murdered the man’s daughter and fled Wayrest with his faithful conspirators. Francis had heard of this, but he never expected close friends of Hilaire to take him on as one of their chosen crew to track down Krieger and exact revenge on behalf of the King, who was much too sorrowful to carry the deed out himself. He was offered money and riches upon his return on behalf of Hilaire and his vast amount of wealth and plunder, and so with a tight hug and a parting glass with his sister as well as her crescent-moon pendant, he and Vendel left Wayrest with the great Captain Alaire St. Tarley on a two-year hunt for Krieger.
On Stros M’kai, two years later, he had a brief stint of service alongside the Hero of Tamriel, Gorzath, in which he and Gorzaths’s party managed to kill Krieger and escape his lair. Dark things happened under the Mausoleum. Francis still refuses to speak of what he had to do to survive, of what was done to him and what he learned, but ever since then, there has been a blaringly loud voice in his head telling him to hug Vendel, kiss his sister on the cheek and follow the Heroes of Tamriel on their quest before life goes black for him and he’s stuck regretting anything he had or had not done.
Fighting Style: Francis is an adventurer and a duelist, pretty handy with a longsword. In close-quarters, he could use every part of his longsword to effect or pick from the dagger on his back or hidden in his boot. If hard-pressed and sufficiently drunk, his fists, knees, feet, forehead, teeth and elbows could work.
Personality: Some might see Francis as a dashing adventurer with a thirst for life and living it. Nothing could be farther from the truth, though. Francis is an apathetic man who lived out his time in the army of the Principality of Camlorn and was forced to flee from home and the only girl he’s loved, never finding himself lucky enough to find another for whatever reason. He’s a vagabond with as many homes as he has motivations. None. He lives for himself, now that his sister is a grown woman, and wanders because he hasn’t found it in himself to settle down. He accepted the contract that led to his current position in Hammerfell with a shrug given two years ago and regrets it to this day. Though he is largely apathetic and sometimes floating through life, he feels a supreme urge for something more, and his time on Stros M’kai has only made it more severe.
Font Colour: Plain ol’ regular coloring.
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Hey folks, just poking my head in to say I am still here.
Its proved kinda tough for me to get back to this since Guildfall, and I hate my fickle brain for the fact.
However, Dervs and I have a collab dating back before Guildfall that will hopefully be ready for you all soon!
Until then I hope I'm not holding anything up with my slowness... I'm sure Derv would probably have shouted at me to get my ass in gear by now if I was...
Its proved kinda tough for me to get back to this since Guildfall, and I hate my fickle brain for the fact.
However, Dervs and I have a collab dating back before Guildfall that will hopefully be ready for you all soon!
Until then I hope I'm not holding anything up with my slowness... I'm sure Derv would probably have shouted at me to get my ass in gear by now if I was...
Dervish said
Presenting: Wets-His-Blade!And Vanq, Rena's creepy in the best ways. :DOther than her, I think I got everyone who didn't already make their character in Skyrim.
Awesomesauce Dervs. Awesomesauce. The first and third images aren't working for me though. :(
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Voltaire said
Awesomesauce Dervs. Awesomesauce. The first and third images aren't working for me though. :(
Try refreshing. O.o they're up for me.
And hey Sunny D! Glad to see you! :)
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