@Mivuli He was running an adoption agency from his van.
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@Mivuli Funnily enough, the NPC with the cats WAS a talking dog
I'm starting to believe I missed some sort of cat based memo. Still I I've had more in a game. In a trpg, the dm introduced an npc who had a van filled with "an infinite amount of cats." Needless to say, we took him and his cats on our spaceship for space hijinks. It was an exceptionally silly game.
@Animelover4evah Hey just wanted to let you know Onyx's PC and mine are out of the 1x1 fight. If you wanted to go ahead and come down and get some PC interaction without getting involved with the fights feel free! You must want to post something by now haha!
Leval Lamrue
Rowan seemed not to resist as the barrier pushed her away. She wiped away the blood from her mouth and then seem to realize what she was doing. She knelt down, cheeks coloring. "A-Ah... what have I done?" She shifted her gaze from the streaks of red on her hands over to his face, the quickly averted her eyes away from him. "...I am terribly sorry for my brash actions. P-Please forgive me, I let my weakness get the better of me." She mumbled slightly and he had to strain to hear the faint sounds of her voice. Leval raised an eyebrow, "You needed the energy, no need to be sorry. It was my choice to lend you some blood." She rose up and quickly put her cloak on again. Then, she did something rather strange from Leval's perspective. She came over to him, stared at his hand briefly, then grasped it loosely in both of her hands. As she held it, her brow furrowed and she looked him in the eye. Leval couldn't tell what she was feeling exactly it seemed to be a mixture of guilt, hunger, concern, and a whole host of conflicting emotions in that one look. 'I may have done more harm than good.'
She released his hand delicately and went past him to the door. She held it open for him waiting to one side. Leval paused for a moment, standing straight with his left arm still dangling uselessly to one side. 'I'll have to go to the medbay for that. Seems the barrier doesn't do much for injuries sustained outside of its area of protection.' However, Leval's attention was on his right hand. His own bite mark still stung, but the mark of Rowan's teeth in his palm seemed almost numb. He moved his fingers experimentally, they all seemed to work so he let his concerns abate somewhat. He went outside, nodding at Rowan in thanks, and looked around the room. It was entirely empty, not a soul was present besides the holograms on the screens above. "I think we are the first ones finished." He turned just in time to see the door disappear into the wall. He glanced at Rowan, the sunlight coming down from the tall windows in the room seem to be bothering her. He gave an absentminded gesture, and floating umbrella without a handle above her head, bending the light slightly away so she could walk unimpeded.
His fatigue grew and he gestured over a shady part of the wall and slid down putting his knees up and resting his right arm on top of them, while his left still hung at his side. The drain of continued magical use was starting to get to him, he had only a small reserve left and still had the 3x3 battle to go. He yawned expansively and flicked the brown tuft of hair at the top of his head. "Well that was an interesting fight, I can't believe how fast you are. Does your hair always change like that?" He rolled his head against the wall turning slightly to look at her. "Listen about the blood, really not a big deal. Had a choice this time... knew the barrier would..." Leval's head fell forward onto his good arm and sleep took him right then and there.
Rowan seemed not to resist as the barrier pushed her away. She wiped away the blood from her mouth and then seem to realize what she was doing. She knelt down, cheeks coloring. "A-Ah... what have I done?" She shifted her gaze from the streaks of red on her hands over to his face, the quickly averted her eyes away from him. "...I am terribly sorry for my brash actions. P-Please forgive me, I let my weakness get the better of me." She mumbled slightly and he had to strain to hear the faint sounds of her voice. Leval raised an eyebrow, "You needed the energy, no need to be sorry. It was my choice to lend you some blood." She rose up and quickly put her cloak on again. Then, she did something rather strange from Leval's perspective. She came over to him, stared at his hand briefly, then grasped it loosely in both of her hands. As she held it, her brow furrowed and she looked him in the eye. Leval couldn't tell what she was feeling exactly it seemed to be a mixture of guilt, hunger, concern, and a whole host of conflicting emotions in that one look. 'I may have done more harm than good.'
She released his hand delicately and went past him to the door. She held it open for him waiting to one side. Leval paused for a moment, standing straight with his left arm still dangling uselessly to one side. 'I'll have to go to the medbay for that. Seems the barrier doesn't do much for injuries sustained outside of its area of protection.' However, Leval's attention was on his right hand. His own bite mark still stung, but the mark of Rowan's teeth in his palm seemed almost numb. He moved his fingers experimentally, they all seemed to work so he let his concerns abate somewhat. He went outside, nodding at Rowan in thanks, and looked around the room. It was entirely empty, not a soul was present besides the holograms on the screens above. "I think we are the first ones finished." He turned just in time to see the door disappear into the wall. He glanced at Rowan, the sunlight coming down from the tall windows in the room seem to be bothering her. He gave an absentminded gesture, and floating umbrella without a handle above her head, bending the light slightly away so she could walk unimpeded.
His fatigue grew and he gestured over a shady part of the wall and slid down putting his knees up and resting his right arm on top of them, while his left still hung at his side. The drain of continued magical use was starting to get to him, he had only a small reserve left and still had the 3x3 battle to go. He yawned expansively and flicked the brown tuft of hair at the top of his head. "Well that was an interesting fight, I can't believe how fast you are. Does your hair always change like that?" He rolled his head against the wall turning slightly to look at her. "Listen about the blood, really not a big deal. Had a choice this time... knew the barrier would..." Leval's head fell forward onto his good arm and sleep took him right then and there.
Leval Lamrue
"More." Rowan reached out with frantic speed and gripped his wrist, pulling herself up with more strength than he could believe she held in her small frame. She went over the marks he had made, and bit into his palm searching for more of his blood. Leval winced, but remained motionless, waiting. Rowan continued to drink, and he began to feel a little lightheaded, the room beginning to gently spin around him. She seemed to be recovering her strength rapidly as she drank. Idly, Leval wondered, 'What must it be like to live like that?'
There was a sound of tech charging up and a green barrier pushed out from Leval's skin, gently pushing the hungry Vampire away from her meal. The annoucement had said it would prevent major injury and death, of course it would help against blood loss as well. The stream of crimson running down his hand trickled down to a thin line before eventually stopping all together. He ripped off a section of his shirt wrapping it around his injured hand. "Not the first time. I've been bit. Feel better?" He waited for the Rowan to calm down, standing in front of the door.
"More." Rowan reached out with frantic speed and gripped his wrist, pulling herself up with more strength than he could believe she held in her small frame. She went over the marks he had made, and bit into his palm searching for more of his blood. Leval winced, but remained motionless, waiting. Rowan continued to drink, and he began to feel a little lightheaded, the room beginning to gently spin around him. She seemed to be recovering her strength rapidly as she drank. Idly, Leval wondered, 'What must it be like to live like that?'
There was a sound of tech charging up and a green barrier pushed out from Leval's skin, gently pushing the hungry Vampire away from her meal. The annoucement had said it would prevent major injury and death, of course it would help against blood loss as well. The stream of crimson running down his hand trickled down to a thin line before eventually stopping all together. He ripped off a section of his shirt wrapping it around his injured hand. "Not the first time. I've been bit. Feel better?" He waited for the Rowan to calm down, standing in front of the door.
I am open to location!
Hey guys sorry but it looks like there just aren't enough people for this- I think I'm going to drop out after all- sorry :/
Leval Lamrue
Rowan collapsed to the ground, letting loose a low moan of pain. Leval stood, panting and drenched in sweat, his good arm still outstretched, and the other hanging limply by his side. In a faint voice, Rowan spoke "I... lost...". With that declaration, the white streak of color in hair began to fade back to black. Her eyes closed as well, and her breath made it seem like she was about to fall asleep.
Leval looked down at her, a door exiting the room had appeared at the far wall. He tugged the strings of the Weave, all of the illusions in the room withdrew back into his body. His actual form exposed, he raised his good arm to his mouth and bit the soft flesh of the outside of his thumb. His eyes still stayed up the weakened Rowan before him. He felt a sharp pain that was minor in comparison to his left arm, and blood welled up from the puncture marks. He crouched down and raised his hand about a foot up from Rowan's mouth, letting droplets of blood fall into her slightly open mouth.
Rowan collapsed to the ground, letting loose a low moan of pain. Leval stood, panting and drenched in sweat, his good arm still outstretched, and the other hanging limply by his side. In a faint voice, Rowan spoke "I... lost...". With that declaration, the white streak of color in hair began to fade back to black. Her eyes closed as well, and her breath made it seem like she was about to fall asleep.
Leval looked down at her, a door exiting the room had appeared at the far wall. He tugged the strings of the Weave, all of the illusions in the room withdrew back into his body. His actual form exposed, he raised his good arm to his mouth and bit the soft flesh of the outside of his thumb. His eyes still stayed up the weakened Rowan before him. He felt a sharp pain that was minor in comparison to his left arm, and blood welled up from the puncture marks. He crouched down and raised his hand about a foot up from Rowan's mouth, letting droplets of blood fall into her slightly open mouth.
yeah fathers day and other games took up my attention- char will be up tomorrow
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