@EldarionI I'll have a post up in a few.
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STATUS: @Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games. 4 yrs ago
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@Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games.
4 yrs ago
*Has a feeling Jones reads too many romance novels*
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4 yrs ago
Redguards are technically the Arabians of Tamriel, so wouldn't shouting "Haji" make more sense? No disrespect to my Muslim buddies out there, just sayin'.
4 yrs ago
[2] It can also be effective in subverting the person's expectations. Take for instance Spec Ops: The Line. Looks like a boring military shooter, but is actually a grim look into the horrors of war.
4 yrs ago
[1]The 'cover' is meant to entice the person into partaking of the medium, just as an album cover would intrigue someone into listening to the music.
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@BrightSteel *stabs you instead*
@EldarionI I hardly constitute that miserable excuse as awesome, but thanks. ^_^ And it's cool, post when you feel.
There was no harm in another drink. Being a dwarf of his physical state he'd need at least a barrel to be drunk, but he was hoping that the seductress didn't know this.
Ok, one more, but then we go to my room. There's a barrel of beer there already waiting for us," he said to her smiling. He knew that if he acted drunk after another tankard she be happy enough to go to his room.
Two tankards of beer please, my darling," he said to the barmaid. As she handed him to tankards of warm dark beer he took a few mouthfuls from one and sat the other down in front of the young women.
For you, Miss..." he left it hanging as he had yet to learn the beautiful maiden's name.
"Ashana." The red haired woman introduced herself, a sly, cheshire grin. Carefully she took the tankard of warm beer. Not her first choice of drink, but at least it tasted better than that piss poor ale. Besides, a drink was the least of her concerns at the pressing moment.
To her left, the dwarf, not yet drunk but getting there she figured. There was still beer to be downed in the bedroom as well. Perhaps...though she grimaced on the inside at the idea...she could fool around a little with Buz to get his guard down, and then...
But alas, to her right, the Yazarian man, that musket an ever clear and present warning she should not cause a ruckus. Smooth and silent, that was the way to play this, the way she's always played it.
Taking a few more sips of beer, she patiently, albeit not without a tiny hint of apprehension in her mind, waited for the dwarf to be done with his beer.
@Bluetommy That's good man! That's real good!
@EldarionI I'll uh...I'll post here in a few, after I dive through the sea of words before me. @__@ *puts on scuba gear* Wish me luck.
@EldarionI I'll uh...I'll post here in a few, after I dive through the sea of words before me. @__@ *puts on scuba gear* Wish me luck.
@Luna Amore
Dadgum...! I swear this girl's a guardian angel or somethin'!
Harley blinked for a moment, astounded beyond all measure. She thought she'd have to slap herself silly just to get out of the trance she was in. It was amazing, almost too amazing to believe how much this girl Natalia had stepped up to help her, and this was only her first day here.
Maybe...
No...not yet. Maybe after the trip to the park. I still need to call mama tonight and see how Jack's doin'.
However...she wouldn't be expecting any good news. Firing up her laptop, she flipped open her textbook and turned it to the page Nat wrote on the whiteboard. All the while, she smiled at the blonde, but she had forgotten something.
When her laptop kicked on, she quickly noticed she forgot to change her background and hurriedly slammed it shut with a sharp gasp.
"Ah...um...sorry, Nat! It was a spider!" A nervous grin she isssued, her face white as a ghost.
Spider, sure, that was a good excuse. She didn't want Natalia to see it, her background.
...the picture of her and her brother, the one her mama took before Jack was shipped out to Afghanistan.
Carefully, Harley peeled back the screen of her laptop. She hoped that stupid move didn't just fry it. Thankfully no. She quickly clicked on her notepad, so as not to see that picture, and pretended to brush away the supposed dead spider.
There were a few kids hanging around, a bunch of posers from the looks of their Thrasher shirts and their cheap ass Walmart boards. One of the kids even brought a fucking Ripstick to the park. It took all Helena had to choke back a gut laugh. She doubted half those little punks have ever broken teeth or bones on those boards. God knows she has.
Eventually those posers left, but not before Helena shot them a glare that said, Beat it, you pussies! At last, she was alone.
She looked around. Jason hadn't shown up yet. Honestly, she doubted he would...
Not when he has that succubus to suck his dick all day...
With a sigh, she slipped in her earbuds and put on some music, and then, she just let her board go wherever.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=tnoumPb3kEY
Here, she had no care at all. No dad, no Darren, nothing. It was just her and the pavement. She went up a ramp, popping her board into a stalefish then came down going towards a rail. Her board popped up again doing an ollie onto the rail, which she 50/50'd in one fluid motion. More or less just showing off even though virtually nobody was around. But skating, if you asked her, it was a high better than what drugs could give. To feel the wind hitting your face, the sound of the trucks grinding a rail or the wheels rolling across concrete, it was damn right euphoric to Helena, and it just erased all her worries, all her demons.
Dadgum...! I swear this girl's a guardian angel or somethin'!
Harley blinked for a moment, astounded beyond all measure. She thought she'd have to slap herself silly just to get out of the trance she was in. It was amazing, almost too amazing to believe how much this girl Natalia had stepped up to help her, and this was only her first day here.
Maybe...
No...not yet. Maybe after the trip to the park. I still need to call mama tonight and see how Jack's doin'.
However...she wouldn't be expecting any good news. Firing up her laptop, she flipped open her textbook and turned it to the page Nat wrote on the whiteboard. All the while, she smiled at the blonde, but she had forgotten something.
When her laptop kicked on, she quickly noticed she forgot to change her background and hurriedly slammed it shut with a sharp gasp.
"Ah...um...sorry, Nat! It was a spider!" A nervous grin she isssued, her face white as a ghost.
Spider, sure, that was a good excuse. She didn't want Natalia to see it, her background.
...the picture of her and her brother, the one her mama took before Jack was shipped out to Afghanistan.
Carefully, Harley peeled back the screen of her laptop. She hoped that stupid move didn't just fry it. Thankfully no. She quickly clicked on her notepad, so as not to see that picture, and pretended to brush away the supposed dead spider.
There were a few kids hanging around, a bunch of posers from the looks of their Thrasher shirts and their cheap ass Walmart boards. One of the kids even brought a fucking Ripstick to the park. It took all Helena had to choke back a gut laugh. She doubted half those little punks have ever broken teeth or bones on those boards. God knows she has.
Eventually those posers left, but not before Helena shot them a glare that said, Beat it, you pussies! At last, she was alone.
She looked around. Jason hadn't shown up yet. Honestly, she doubted he would...
Not when he has that succubus to suck his dick all day...
With a sigh, she slipped in her earbuds and put on some music, and then, she just let her board go wherever.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=tnoumPb3kEY
Here, she had no care at all. No dad, no Darren, nothing. It was just her and the pavement. She went up a ramp, popping her board into a stalefish then came down going towards a rail. Her board popped up again doing an ollie onto the rail, which she 50/50'd in one fluid motion. More or less just showing off even though virtually nobody was around. But skating, if you asked her, it was a high better than what drugs could give. To feel the wind hitting your face, the sound of the trucks grinding a rail or the wheels rolling across concrete, it was damn right euphoric to Helena, and it just erased all her worries, all her demons.
@NewShoesForever@EldarionI
And just when she thought things couldn't get worse...
While she was busy working her magick upon the dwarf caught in her web, Buzdrem his name, that man had to walk in and sour her good graces. That man, from the desert no less. Yazarian, Ashana could tell by his brazen, tanned skin and the turban wrapped around his head, traditional headwear of their men. He had a scimitar on his hip, a musket on his back. Only one word came to mind for her, eyeing the man with the utmost suspicion.
Bounty Hunter.
She bit her lip but remained calm, the same sultry grin she displayed to the dwarf.
One of the Sultan's men possibly, come to ferry me back to the desert to await the headsman's axe. Not that I fear it, but getting caught would be most problematic. I'll need to evade this one as much as I can, ah, but ol' Buz here still hasn't caught his buzz yet. It would be folly to rob him while he's sober...no...
She giggled, taking a seat beside the dwarf, her back turned to the man beside her a few seats down. "Oh come now Buz, you handsome thing! Why not enjoy a few more drinks before we have a little fun together? I would love to hear all about your amazing adventures~"
As much as I would love rolling this little bastard for every piece of silver he has. Just need to get him drunk enough so he doesn't expect a thing.
And just when she thought things couldn't get worse...
While she was busy working her magick upon the dwarf caught in her web, Buzdrem his name, that man had to walk in and sour her good graces. That man, from the desert no less. Yazarian, Ashana could tell by his brazen, tanned skin and the turban wrapped around his head, traditional headwear of their men. He had a scimitar on his hip, a musket on his back. Only one word came to mind for her, eyeing the man with the utmost suspicion.
Bounty Hunter.
She bit her lip but remained calm, the same sultry grin she displayed to the dwarf.
One of the Sultan's men possibly, come to ferry me back to the desert to await the headsman's axe. Not that I fear it, but getting caught would be most problematic. I'll need to evade this one as much as I can, ah, but ol' Buz here still hasn't caught his buzz yet. It would be folly to rob him while he's sober...no...
She giggled, taking a seat beside the dwarf, her back turned to the man beside her a few seats down. "Oh come now Buz, you handsome thing! Why not enjoy a few more drinks before we have a little fun together? I would love to hear all about your amazing adventures~"
As much as I would love rolling this little bastard for every piece of silver he has. Just need to get him drunk enough so he doesn't expect a thing.
@EldarionI Who? Saga? Dukhan? The bartender? The potted plant in the corner?
No but seriously I figured it was Buzdrem
No but seriously I figured it was Buzdrem
@EldarionI Yes, yes I did! Color me intrigued as to who this mystery ally may be.
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