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Honestly not that social.
Or even agreeable
Or online much

Just feel like somehow the world has moved on and I haven't.

Just feel lonely.

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Azathoth said
Any comments/critiques on my post?


moar p0rn nxt poast pls
I made a post in the IC

Hope it's alright.

Thanks~
Amazonia Imperiia

Though the trip was brief, Count Richelieu used the time spent on the road and sea to examine his companions. For a mission that seemed to hinge on Diplomacy, they didn't look very peaceful but rather soldiers on a conquest. The goblin in the group seemed to have the social finesse of a nailed board and the other two men looked like military officers. Richelieu had gladly received this assignment because he had been under the presumption that he was sent to help create peace between nations, not to kick off a war.

And then there was the Queen herself. Richelieu could not lie; she was a wondrous sight to behold. He secretly wished however that Kouri was sent instead however. Though Alexandria was known for her ferocity and loyalty, he personally preferred the regalia and nobility of Kouri. He also thought it was rather odd for a diplomatic mission to be heavily armed. As for Richelieu himself, he stuck out in the party like a sore thumb. He had not a single weapon on his being and in favor of armor; he wore simple robes that designated his spot as nobility. Even without the robes it was clear as day that Richelieu was wealthy due to his smooth features and elegant mannerisms.

When they finally arrived at the meeting place, Richelieu carefully listened to the Queen’s words. As she left to the meeting table, he bowed politely to the rest of the party and gave them a warm smile. “I believe it would be best if I conducted my search with the Queen. While I believe that she can more than adequately handle herself, my talents are not suited for violence and I can make sure of her safety. If someone wishes to accompany me, I will not object though it would be wise to not misconstrue my words for submission. I fully intend for this to be a peace conference, not one to incite war.” He said as he passed a brief glance to their weapons.

With those words he strode away from the group without a backwards glance towards the wooden table that Queen Alexandria stood by. As he reached the table, he bowed deeply to the Amazonian Queen before drawing himself a chair to sit at the crude table. Though he looked very out of place among his surroundings and peers with his soft features, he had every resemblance of being totally at ease among the nobility.

“I am quite fortunate.” Count Richelieu calmly proclaimed at the table, breaking the silence amidst the group promptly. “I am quite fortunate indeed,” he repeated without the semblance of sarcasm or explanation evident on his lips. “It is not every day that I am blessed with such good company, and such precious moments such as these are not to be taken for granted.”

Pursing his lips gently, the Count looked lost in his own thoughts for a moment until realization flooded his eyes at once. Chuckling lightly to himself, he steepled his fingers on top of the table and locked eyes with the Queen of the Amazons. “How terribly impolite of me it is for me to not introduce myself properly. I am Count Richelieu, and it is my pleasure to finally meet the Queen of the Amazons, along with her beautiful daughter.”
It'll certainly be interesting to see how this evolves.

Thanks for letting me know about it.
Jorick said
Why would you want to be more active if you clearly aren't interested enough in the site to stay active of your own volition? If you're not very active unless you're in a great roleplay, so what? Go do other things, it's not a big deal.


^ +1
Or maybe you'll just walk away 120% sparklier in the sunlight.

Thanks~
Lyall was woken abruptly from a soft voice in the distance. It sounded much too regal to be addressed to him but as he looked up, he saw the Princess of Esper before him in a simple dress though her speech and delicate features betrayed her royal origins. Grasping her hand tentatively with his own, he drew himself up from his seat with his doctor’s bag slung over his shoulder. He looked at the blue liquid offered before him before he gently refused it with a kind naiveté. Putting his hand over the stopper of the open bottle, he looked at the young princess before him.

“Save the liquid for yourself... Lillith,” he said before he awkwardly paused. He was not used to referring to royalty in such a laissez faire way. “You’re the one who has to make it through this alive,” he commented without a hint of contempt or superiority, just in a dreary matter of fact way. He stood up and stretched his arms for a brief moment before he remembered he was in the presence of royalty. “My name is Lyall Bookchild, a man with a soul as strong as his back and a tenacious demon to all that oppose, and it is an honor to be your escort! Let us be off then before the day goes to waste.”

He thought that his machismo boast would of sounded cooler when he said it but instead he just felt like he had made an extravagant fool of himself. He had read it once in a book and thought it sounded extraordinarily cool when the protagonist said it in the face of certain death. He didn’t afford to let his doubts show on his face however and kept up the show of bravado lest the princess call his bluff. Truth was that Lyall wasn’t much of a fighting demon, or even a man. Before anyone could question it however, he began the trek from the town gates with the young princess in tow towards the grim dark valley that loomed ominously from the distance.
Count Richelieu for Amazona Imperiia if I may.

Thanks~
Richelieu couldn't care less about soldiers.

#DatPacifistSwagger
That still won't help you if the dice decide to hate you ^^;
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