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STATUS: When you see a sock on the doorknob, the only civilized way to react is to kick the door down, declaring loudly that," Player Three has entered the game!" 9 yrs ago
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When you see a sock on the doorknob, the only civilized way to react is to kick the door down, declaring loudly that," Player Three has entered the game!"
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I never read his Rigante series... no, scratch that, I read the first two books. Didn't read the rest. Never read his Hawk Queen books. The Lion of Macedon book is pretty decent too...
Cara!*tacklehugs tight* I'm glad you made it States-side safely.
BlackSam3091 said
Yeah, that Snaga is badass! I was always more a Waylander man myself, though I also liked Tarantio/Dace from Dark Moon. (Thought you were going with Dace thing with you're first couple of posts when Decado had that voice in his head.)
I loved Dace. Although I do think that Dark Moon was Gemmell's best non-Tales of the Drenai book, despite my like of his Stones of Power Series. The Troy books needed a little help in my humble opinion.
Decado chuckled softly as Arthur spoke to him about Riki," You could always bend her over your knee and spank her with the flat of your sword if she tries anything like that again," That cryptic smile on his face left a small doubt as to whether he was joking or not," She's a good egg, and no mean fighter with that blade of hers. She's quick, and she's deadly, but not as quick or deadly as she thinks she is. She needs to learn her limits to expand them," He shrugged his shoulders which had the eagle flutter it's wings in a panic.
The guy in the hood is talking shit about you to this Riki girl that you like so much.
Decado smiled, almost grinning and looked over his shoulder to where the character in question and two women that were now talking to each other. Their voices were low, and the distance made what they were saying to each other a muffled jumble, but eagles did had some keep hearing. Or maybe he had read the guy's lips from inside his hood.
I never pay much attention to what the hooded freak says. His only skill lies in his tongue, and not even the tongue skill that the ladies can appreciate.
You should. He's a skilled negotiator. I've seen him work miracles before that you blades would only be able to do in... a couple of hours of hard blood-letting.
You can't always negotiate, my feathered friend.
You can't always hack your way through life either.
Worked pretty well so far for me Decado's grin was triumphant as he looked back again, waving to the hooded man, Besides, if they were going to send a negotiator with us to fight with orcs, they might have sent us with one that could at least speak their language.
The guy in the hood is talking shit about you to this Riki girl that you like so much.
Decado smiled, almost grinning and looked over his shoulder to where the character in question and two women that were now talking to each other. Their voices were low, and the distance made what they were saying to each other a muffled jumble, but eagles did had some keep hearing. Or maybe he had read the guy's lips from inside his hood.
I never pay much attention to what the hooded freak says. His only skill lies in his tongue, and not even the tongue skill that the ladies can appreciate.
You should. He's a skilled negotiator. I've seen him work miracles before that you blades would only be able to do in... a couple of hours of hard blood-letting.
You can't always negotiate, my feathered friend.
You can't always hack your way through life either.
Worked pretty well so far for me Decado's grin was triumphant as he looked back again, waving to the hooded man, Besides, if they were going to send a negotiator with us to fight with orcs, they might have sent us with one that could at least speak their language.
Mark looked tentative, cautious. It was obvious that he wanted to take the files, badge and gun and be on this case indefinitely, but there was something stopping him. He looked like a child who had just found that his mother had left a tray of cookies on the counter to cool. He knew that if he took one, he would be discovered and likely punished, but he was still tempted, because he knew that that forbidden taste would be worth just about any punishment in the world. Not unlike Mark was facing now. Going head to head against this guy wasn't just going to be a chase down the proverbial rabbit hole, he knew. It was going to be a chase that was likely to cost him his sanity. He knew it. J.L. Probably knew it too. Assimilating facts had an effect on a psyche, and the way that Mark did it made it even more dangerous. He took everything in like a sponge, and he caught the guys because of what was squeezed out. But like all sponges, a trace of everything that he took in remained, redefined him, no matter how hard or thoroughly he was squeezed clean.
The question was: Was catching this guy worth his own sanity?
He recalled the pictures, the women torn to pieces by this guy. He didn't care about the people themselves. He didn't care about who he was doing it to. What mattered was what he was doing with them," In this guy's mind, he's doing them a favor. An honor, even," His voice was low, as if he was talking to himself," He's including them in this masterpiece of his. He sees himself as an artist, and each kill is it's own stroke of the brush, note written on paper. Each one shows the basis of what he's creating, and yet each one is it's own work, unique," Mark looked up, something akin to purpose in his eyes as they locked on J.L.'s for the first time... since forever," But the masterpiece isn't finished. I think... it's coming to a crescendo," And with that cryptic statement of why he was going to be doing this, he reached over in a slow, deliberate movement, picking up the gun and badge with shaking hands.
The question was: Was catching this guy worth his own sanity?
He recalled the pictures, the women torn to pieces by this guy. He didn't care about the people themselves. He didn't care about who he was doing it to. What mattered was what he was doing with them," In this guy's mind, he's doing them a favor. An honor, even," His voice was low, as if he was talking to himself," He's including them in this masterpiece of his. He sees himself as an artist, and each kill is it's own stroke of the brush, note written on paper. Each one shows the basis of what he's creating, and yet each one is it's own work, unique," Mark looked up, something akin to purpose in his eyes as they locked on J.L.'s for the first time... since forever," But the masterpiece isn't finished. I think... it's coming to a crescendo," And with that cryptic statement of why he was going to be doing this, he reached over in a slow, deliberate movement, picking up the gun and badge with shaking hands.
Pinch me and I will tickle you... mercilessly...
Japan is hot because you are there and are so hot that you are increasing the local temperature. I am working on a theory that blames you for global warming too...
Japan is hot because you are there and are so hot that you are increasing the local temperature. I am working on a theory that blames you for global warming too...
The bladesmaster smirked. Typical. Proud. Arrogant. Overconfident. Any other time he would have asked Arthur for permission to find a reason to duel her, beat her down a couple of notches and then make sure she didn't climb back up until she had earned it every inch of the way. But he was in no mood for it today, so he just stopped where he was, spinning around, that smirk still on his face. He was deeply amused.
"You wolves? Us wolves, little one, or leave now. From now on, each fight you are in with your fellow wolves is every one's fight as well. You follow orders, and call your commanders 'Sir' unless you are on a first name basis. And no," He stepped in close, close enough that he could feel her scent. At that moment his eagle found it's high perch more boring than usual and it descended down to where it could listen to the petty argument," If I were to kill you, you would be awake, you would be facing me, and you would have a blade in your hand," His smirk turned into a snort as he tapped his weapons," For all the good it would do you," And with that, he tapped his shoulder and the eagle swooped in and landed neatly on it as Decado fed him a strip of pork, walking away.
"You wolves? Us wolves, little one, or leave now. From now on, each fight you are in with your fellow wolves is every one's fight as well. You follow orders, and call your commanders 'Sir' unless you are on a first name basis. And no," He stepped in close, close enough that he could feel her scent. At that moment his eagle found it's high perch more boring than usual and it descended down to where it could listen to the petty argument," If I were to kill you, you would be awake, you would be facing me, and you would have a blade in your hand," His smirk turned into a snort as he tapped his weapons," For all the good it would do you," And with that, he tapped his shoulder and the eagle swooped in and landed neatly on it as Decado fed him a strip of pork, walking away.
I don't believe that there has ever been a concensual agreement on 'Baney'
*raises an eyebrow* Baney?
No. I refuse to feel better until you has posted for our second RP!
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