You didn't know what the FCC is trying to do?
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So after giving a comment to the FCC and logging a complaint with my local Senator I now digress and hope for the best.
Alright
@Samdragonx
If you're not starting this show then I will. At least get some of these writing skills to use. Anyway I will have something later for you when I get done with what not on my end. (Just got home after work and well. Dogs, shower, life, ETC.)
If you're not starting this show then I will. At least get some of these writing skills to use. Anyway I will have something later for you when I get done with what not on my end. (Just got home after work and well. Dogs, shower, life, ETC.)
Those need to be redacted/updated, some of them are no longer part of this. Oh well. And I didn't add anything to that from my end.
Define Old?
@Samdragonx
@Thinslayer
For his part, Edward mostly stood around slack jawed as he was moved by his good ‘friend’ from that lab to the streets and now a Pub. It wasn’t really up to the Transcendent to say what was on his mind, mostly because his gut was speaking for him every chance it got, yet he couldn’t help but laugh a little at the proclamation made by the Reaper. Sure they could find food here, and for Edward’s sake a strong enough stool because those wooden ones made for a human weren't going to give him proper support. Still after ducking to avoid getting his head caved in by the force of which he was moved into this poor smelling establishment he gave pause.
It smelled like the sulfur mines to the north of the Wastelands, if he was being nice at least. As for the occupants well, they were the rift raft of the working class. Seems they came here to spend coin on food, entertainment, and drink to slate off the fact they were the working poor. How someone like the reaper had a line of credit here was beyond his understanding but he could make some connections considering the condition of things.
Still slouched over he moved over to the bar, more or less leaving Ravadon by himself to speak aloud and boost his own ego a little more. Fool was going to get himself killed with that mouth. Looking to the bartender, keeping his mouth closed as well as Third eye shut. He Ordered as much as she was willing to offer. Might as well eat what he could considering who was picking up the tab. Ah the small Victories. Dropping off the name of the person taking up his tab he turned his attention to Ravadon, only to see he was about to get into a fight.
With his maw slightly ajar, just enough to speak for his plan was just to make himself look like he was in rather heavy armor was all. “Picking a fight with the lower side of society isn’t the wisest idea. Of course if we are talking about bodies, no sense in wasting perfectly good food.”
It was a fact back in the day, Edward wasn’t above eating...questionable things when hungry. However after all this time he doubted anyone even know him.
“However I believe it's best to just avoid fighting? What's the point, waste of energy, time, and more importantly food.” With that Edward turned back around to the bar. Wanting none of this, however more then happy to finish a few drunks with delusions of grandeur. Honestly who fights in a place of rest and food anyway?
@Thinslayer
For his part, Edward mostly stood around slack jawed as he was moved by his good ‘friend’ from that lab to the streets and now a Pub. It wasn’t really up to the Transcendent to say what was on his mind, mostly because his gut was speaking for him every chance it got, yet he couldn’t help but laugh a little at the proclamation made by the Reaper. Sure they could find food here, and for Edward’s sake a strong enough stool because those wooden ones made for a human weren't going to give him proper support. Still after ducking to avoid getting his head caved in by the force of which he was moved into this poor smelling establishment he gave pause.
It smelled like the sulfur mines to the north of the Wastelands, if he was being nice at least. As for the occupants well, they were the rift raft of the working class. Seems they came here to spend coin on food, entertainment, and drink to slate off the fact they were the working poor. How someone like the reaper had a line of credit here was beyond his understanding but he could make some connections considering the condition of things.
Still slouched over he moved over to the bar, more or less leaving Ravadon by himself to speak aloud and boost his own ego a little more. Fool was going to get himself killed with that mouth. Looking to the bartender, keeping his mouth closed as well as Third eye shut. He Ordered as much as she was willing to offer. Might as well eat what he could considering who was picking up the tab. Ah the small Victories. Dropping off the name of the person taking up his tab he turned his attention to Ravadon, only to see he was about to get into a fight.
With his maw slightly ajar, just enough to speak for his plan was just to make himself look like he was in rather heavy armor was all. “Picking a fight with the lower side of society isn’t the wisest idea. Of course if we are talking about bodies, no sense in wasting perfectly good food.”
It was a fact back in the day, Edward wasn’t above eating...questionable things when hungry. However after all this time he doubted anyone even know him.
“However I believe it's best to just avoid fighting? What's the point, waste of energy, time, and more importantly food.” With that Edward turned back around to the bar. Wanting none of this, however more then happy to finish a few drunks with delusions of grandeur. Honestly who fights in a place of rest and food anyway?
{NOTE: @Samdragonx go ahead and come on this was meant to keep things moving along thats all.)
@Thinslayer
Shifting in his stance slightly to look a little more calm rather than seething with anger, which he was and making it quite evident, Edward Lamented on his chances of fighting the current creature before him. Sure like this he could last if he hand more time to adjust and perhaps had something to eat. (To which is gut was currently protesting quite loudly) With a soft snort he gave in shrugging, there was a time and place to fight but to fight on an empty stomach and with a disadvantage as vast as it currently was, no matter how short, was still not in his favor to win a fight.
“Isn't the first time you moved me with out my consent, but fine. Just get me something to eat.”
Slouching over slightly, obscuring his real height a little. Once he was close enough to the cloaked figure he snapped his jaws, rather loudly in a sign of disgust. Clearly these two had history, and not friendly at that. Turing around all three of his eyes now locked onto the human, these things again. With soft words he opened his maw now just barely a hair's length from the side of the reaper.
“Don’t think for a moment we are friends, but getting me dinner and an explanation is a start. If your lucky we might get a second dance on even feet.” He chuckled lightly at the end of statement knowing quite well the Reaper got his meaning.
@Thinslayer
Shifting in his stance slightly to look a little more calm rather than seething with anger, which he was and making it quite evident, Edward Lamented on his chances of fighting the current creature before him. Sure like this he could last if he hand more time to adjust and perhaps had something to eat. (To which is gut was currently protesting quite loudly) With a soft snort he gave in shrugging, there was a time and place to fight but to fight on an empty stomach and with a disadvantage as vast as it currently was, no matter how short, was still not in his favor to win a fight.
“Isn't the first time you moved me with out my consent, but fine. Just get me something to eat.”
Slouching over slightly, obscuring his real height a little. Once he was close enough to the cloaked figure he snapped his jaws, rather loudly in a sign of disgust. Clearly these two had history, and not friendly at that. Turing around all three of his eyes now locked onto the human, these things again. With soft words he opened his maw now just barely a hair's length from the side of the reaper.
“Don’t think for a moment we are friends, but getting me dinner and an explanation is a start. If your lucky we might get a second dance on even feet.” He chuckled lightly at the end of statement knowing quite well the Reaper got his meaning.
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