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Banned cause you deserve it. And for banning me back. Stop it.

Ban the Person above you

Banned for posting again in less than five minutes. _{Better slow down. You're pushing 20 D:}

Ban the Person above you

Banned cause I found you.

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Ask the Person Below You a Question v2

@Yankee So this is kind of long. I'm so sorry.

Around high school I met this girl, who we'll call Jessica, at a party who I thought was incredibly attractive. I had a type and she was pretty much it. As luck would have it, we ended up playing a game with everyone there and I was randomly placed next to her. I forget the game. Something about being made to do a specific activity with one of the people to my left or right but the game itself wasn't actually important. You might ask why given the context but the party was being held in a Christian home.

During the game, we chatted each other up and it was just too good a thing. Down to Earth. First thing she said to me was "I'm so sorry you have to sit next to me and stare at the hole in my sock." to which she fingered it so I could definitely tell there was a hole there.

We end up connecting over myspace. Chatting each other up a bit but, despite my interest, I never try and pursue anything so nothing serious happens.

Winter Formal is approaching and I forget how I get here but by chance I'm at this place where people are practicing for a dance and all of a sudden, she's there, on stage, dancing. I recognize her immediately even though she's dyed her hair with reddish highlights or something. I don't know the exact color or style. Anyways, in my excitement, I turn to my younger brother who's sitting next to me and blurt out "Hey! You see the cute girl with the red hair? I know her!" Now it's not loud enough for Jessica to hear but it's loud enough for a lady I don't know to pick up and she immediately turns to look at me. I see this out of the corner of my eye but dismiss it as surprising her by talking a little too loud.

Also my mom picks it up.

She asks me later to invite her to the dance and I tell her "No. I'll wait."

So she does what any loving and caring mother would do and disregards my need to work up the courage to do something properly... and asks for me. I remember watching in curiosity as she walked over to the woman who I noticed earlier, watched them talk for a minute and then watched in horror as that woman TURNED TO ME before walking over to her DAUGHTER.

Then I hear: "LIKE A DATE?!" And that wasn't the sound of joyful surprise. She said that out of morbid fear. So I run away to die somewhere.

Later, I'm told that I was extended an invitation to their house and so I end up going over and meeting some of her family. Afterwards, Jessica pulls me to the side, hands me a Hershey's bar and says "You could have just asked me. I would have said yes."

Fast forward to the dance. I can't drive yet so I'm in the back seat with her and we're talking about all the things we share and don't share. She's asking me how I beat Sephiroth in Kingdom Hearts. I'm asking her what comic con is like... and freaking the fuck out cause I forgot the dance tickets... and also because I know she dances with a group of other dancers and sometimes I forget how to walk around her.
We spend the rest of the night doing the dances our PE Class taught us our Freshman* year and bumping into each other a couple times. It was by far the best dance of my life.

_{*Kind of important because it's interestingly coincidental but my PE class my Freshman year taught us the Salsa and Square Dancing, etc. I left the school my Sophomore year to go to another and that same year I left, she arrived as a Freshman and learned the same dances.}

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Story time over. Reading over your question again, I think that fits the criteria. It certainly reads as embarrassing but what came of it was definitely fond.

What's your strangest fear?

D&D 5e Waterdeep: Dragon Heist

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Y A W N I N G P O R T A L
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Mist lingered on the crowd only a moment as they dispersed, watching with mild interest as a few began to pick at the debris left in the wake of the fight. A rather short one at that. As expected, it took Yagra only a second or two to get the upper hand despite receiving the first blow. Even with most of the crowd having been in his way, he could tell from the reactions and the changes in the faces of the aggressor's entourage that the half-orc was doing what she did best; winning. Within the span of a few short breaths, it was over. Two more men had stepped in to intervene but by then, the five of them had already begun their scramble toward the door in a hasty retreat. They were gone just as suddenly as they had arrived. Now, while the rest of the tavern slowly returned to themselves, Yagra and her two 'rescuers' were busy conversing.

The two men were as yet unknown to the Tabaxi. One was human and dappled in a lush green, a green that was drowned in the warmer ambiance flooding the tavern though the volume on their person was pushing back. Green hair. Green cloak. Leaves feathering around his shoulders and chest and bits of twigs protruding chaotic. Standing next to him was an ashen kissed Tiefling. A tiefling as far as he could tell. The horns protruding from their forehead were the most obvious signs and would have been the end of his musings but when he really thought bout it, he couldn't recall ever seeing one of their race born of such coloration. There weren't any in the stories he could recount nor any in the stories he had told. Not only that but most weren't inclined to jump to the aid of others so quickly and with such force, unless of course they were previously acquainted with Yagra. Regrettably, there was more sense in that than Mist was willing to admit. He rather liked mysteries.

It was, however, becoming increasingly apparent that he wasn't as well traveled as he had thought. In the span of a couple minutes, he'd witnessed three very different individuals pulling at his interest. A half naked tree-man. A devil who had forgotten to color himself in. A rather timid woman who'd accidentally wandered into the wrong...

Mist bent over again, peering under the table into the dark to find the girl now on all fours. Her eyes cut past him toward the rest of the tavern. He tapped a talon against the wood of the floor to draw her attention once more, musing over the words she'd said earlier.

A bubble in his throat turned into a kind of vibration that was barely audible... until it rumbled into something akin to a chuckle. He smiled.

"Thiiiis is the wrrrong place to avoid...fiiire." He began. "It'ss everrrywhere. The drrinks. The men. The wooomen. Fiire is in the air..." His nostrils flared as he breathed, his lungs tasting burning wick. Sweat. The human woman in front of him. "...but surrrely you knew this and yet... here you arrre... all the saaame."

...what is so important that you would throw yourself into fire...

He held out his hand, beckoning for her to take it. "You are quite brrrave so I don't have to assurrre you that the danger haaaas passed. You won't get burrned."

D&D 5e Waterdeep: Dragon Heist

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Y A W N I N G P O R T A L
@Idea

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"Aaaah yeeess. 'Twould seem Lady Luck has chosen to grace me toniiiight."

A long, sharp talon dug itself into the wood of the table, trapping a gold piece underneath and began dragging the thing back with it. The coin tumbled along gently, glinting candlelight and throwing bits of 'fire' into the air. A spark caught the Tabaxi in the gold of it's eyesilluminating the hunger set deep within. "Thank yooou." It cooed, it's voice rolling smooth. Like that of pebbles tumbling over and over each other. A deep, unsettling and yet comforting sound that bounced gently on the ambiance of the tavern all around them. It cut through the noise without being overbearing... and it was loud inside. It was always loud.

The last few days at the Yawning Portal felt exactly the same... save for the faces. Men and women came and went for every and all reasons. Merchants seeking to spend a bit of their fortune. Sell swords looking to find their fortune... or looking for trouble. The gambler looking to make a quick bit of coin. The vagrant looking for a soft bed for the night. The lonely soul looking for an ear or a tankard with which to swill their sorrows away. There was no shortage of Ale thanks to Durnan. No shortage of stories thanks to the bard... or 'Threestrings' as he liked to call himself. Silvermane provided information, Yagra usually a good show, the one dressed in white was avoided and Bonnie... well the women he could bed were fine. The men on the other hand were all the same. Dirty. Drunk. Dumb. Too quick with the tongue and not quick enough on the draw. The one sitting across from him was no exception and his next move made all the more obvious because of it.

The Tabaxi had been ready long before any move was made. His feline eyes twitched knowingly, vigilant as they were and had remained since their meeting. The air, thick with the smell of fire and sweat and spilt ale seemed stifling in his space. Translucent beads were forming across his brow and with every hand drawn, he would visibly fidget, this fidgeting only getting worse the more hands were played. When the last cards were dealt and the resulting hands ended in his loss of coin, the man froze altogether.

Mist didn't have to wait long until, as he pulled the gold piece toward him, the steel tip of a dagger buried itself into the wood with the edge of the blade less than an inch from his hand. "Thief."

Mist fought the urge to roll his eyes. It was an expected reply, but still wrong. "Tabaaaxiiii." He corrected.

"Double or nothing."

He cocked an eyebrow. The glint in his eyes flared and an approving smile spread across his lips, pulling his whiskers back. Ignoring the blade, he plucked the coin off the table, flipped his hand over and let the gold piece slide into the middle of his palm before closing it into a fist. He opened it again only a moment later, this time with the palm facing the man in front of him revealing the gold piece had disappeared. Flipping his hand yet again, two gold pieces were now wedged between the index, middle and ring finger. "Double oooor... nothiing." He repeated before dropping both coins on the table.

"Ya pig! Like killin' me mates, does ya?"

All eyes shot toward the source of the voice. All eyes but his. Mist took the opportunity to swipe another card from the deck before following everyone's gaze. There, screaming at some man three quarters her size was Yagra, the only seven foot tall, grey skinned half-orc who could throw her voice around like that... among other things she could throw. A good punch was one on a long list and whoever was antagonizing her would no doubt be the recipient of one such-

And then they punched her.

As a circle of overly interested men and women began crowding around, Mist quickly pocketed the two coins he was going to wager and excused himself. "Looksss like our game will have to wait." He said, pushing back the chair as he found his feet. "Better luck next time, frrriend."

"Wait cat! I said doub-" But Mist had already stepped away before he could finish, his red cloak slipping into the crowd the last thing the man would see. Nimble feet guided him through the densest gathering of onlookers and toward a quieter corner of the tavern. Here he could keep a better eye on hands as they were oft to wander during such commotion, his being no exception, and given his height, he could just see over the tops of everyone's heads and still catch the fight.

It was five to one with the odds seemingly stacked against the half-orc. More surprisingly, the offending male was actually trying to hurt her. "...Wooow." He said to no one, genuinely impressed. It was one thing to start a fight in a tavern but to start one with her of all people.

...Why?...

Maybe it was the ale. Maybe it was an arm wrestle he lost. Maybe it was the four other guys he'd brought along. Whatever the reason, his intent now was malice and it seemed Yagra might actually be in a bit of trouble. Sure she could throw a good punch but a punch was all she could throw. She was facing down five.

"I don't know what the trouble is, but perhaps we can solve this peacefully."

A man called out toward the group of five and stood behind Yagra.

...And whooo might you bee-

His thought was cut short as a flitter of movement caught the corner of his eye. His hand instinctively fell on the hilt of his dagger, ready to stab an offending hand should it try to slither into a pouch or two, but as he turned to look, his eyes fell on a woman. With a simple finger point, a candle at an empty table was snuffed out and she quickly dove underneath just as a flicker of green winked at him. His feline eyes cut through the shadows to find her now crouched in her dark hideaway and moving a chair... all of the chairs between herself and the commotion before mouthing something into her pack.

Yagra's shows of strength, whether by fair game or fist fight, was a story as common as the fly buzzing around the drunkard doubled over in the opposite corner of the tavern. This one was different.

...Heeeelloo...

Silently, without drawing too much attention to himself, he made his way over until he was close enough tha she would be able to hear him and then made his presence known. He bent over, ensuring he could see her and her him. All of him. A golden eyed Tabaxi with grey fur and black marks lining his brow and the edges of his eyes. Marks that drew stripes across his forehead that disappeared over his crown, while others met behind his ears. Whiskers blended in with the thicker fur that fell from his cheek and chin into a braid. Tied under this and around his neck was his red cloak, the hood bundled behind his shoulder blades and the rest falling down his back and hanging to within an inch of the floor. Part of it fell across his chest, half covering the leather armor that was strapped securely to him. Peeking out from under the shadow of his cloak were the hilts to a couple daggers and the rapier in it's scabbard. A belt secured his breeches which were tied off at the knees with a leather guard secured below that. Wrappings were visible around his feet with his toes kept free and his talons out. He tapped one to draw her eyes.

"Yooou must be new here." He began, looking her over now that he could see her a little better. She seemed a rather typical human aside from the cover... and the green pendant hanging from around her neck with a symbol that now seemed oddly familiar. It took a few seconds but he eventually managed to peel his eyes away from the thing and find hers once more. He gestured toward the crowd with a sideways nod. "This is a rather... common occurrence I prrromise. There's no need to hide behind aaaall the... chairrrs."

"That's enough!"

While normally able to fight the urge, a voice loud enough to cut through all the noise in the room forced Mist to turn away from the girl.

"Such behavior will not be tolerated. You were the instigator. You will leave the tavern at once for disturbing the peace."

Mist straightened out.

What Are You Listening To?

_{ooh la la by run the jewels feat. greg nice & dj premier
album: ooh la la - single (2020)}
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_{yellow alert by akwafina feat. dumbfoundead
album: yellow alert - single (2016)}
^{genre: hip-hop/rap}

Ask the Person Below You a Question v2

Horror honestly. And I've had the chance, probably could experiment right now but just haven't taken it. Horror is the one genre that interests me the most but I have zero experience writing and very little reading. I do aspire one day to be able to write horror well enough to maybe run a horror themed rp.

Maybe. Also have to work on GMing more.

What is your favorite drink? Can be alcoholic.