LeeRoy
NytefallI think I'm on the other side now, slowly pulling myself out of this slump a couple pieces of toast at a time.
I've lost like, three pounds, I'm wasting away.
I've lost like, three pounds, I'm wasting away.
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Yeah I caught one of the bad ones, my best internet-educated guess is salmonella, laid out for four days so far, still unwell.
@LeeRoy Have food poisoning atm, might be able to put together posts for you today, unsure.
@MelonHead
We need Khan back so I can punch him in his stupid fucking face.
>:C
I think Khan was generally just heartbroken by his defeat in NoW, he's all retired and washed up, beating people down in bars for cheap cash. Or running nation RPs, more likely.
@MelonHead
All the while he's actually reading this chat between you and I, but he is still not joining in. He's such a roodypoo.
*Sage expression* He will return to the fold, when he is ready.
We could use some of the oldies back, might drag Yoshua, Khan, Valeric and some of the others back as well.
@MelonHead
Yeah, you're both from Cheekybantsland so I can see how they'd be particularly bantsy.
The bants were beatific, I seem to remember renaming Tantalum to Tantyboo and I honestly have no idea why. Also we drew the last time we fought, arguably I lost as I ran away, that dishonour can not go unfulfilled.
@MelonHead
It's weird, he and I met and had little in the way of interaction.
I added him on skype and I didn't even speak to him for somewhere near a year.
One day I felt like talking with him, he and I hit it off and we've been friends ever since. Talk near every day.
I try to convince him every now and then to at least come back and chat with the folks on the guild, but it seems like a no-sell so far.
Shame, Tantalum was one of the original Arena goers when I joined, bants were had.
Dry laughter escaped his lips as the evening wind gusted around him, delivering that world weary intonation to whatever served as the Wolf’s ears, the laughter of the slightly unhinged, but of one who is all too aware of that fact. It was not a bubbling cackle, not like that which spouted forth when he imbibed the dark stuff, oh no. The cause for such merriment? The oddity of the Wolf’s purpose, nothing less.
“So you wish to fight me now?” His hand almost shifted onto the handle of his pistol, gripping tight. If he did that, it would be a fight to the death if he was not mistaken. He resisted temptation and paused, tilting his head quizzically as he thought the words over.
“Of course, I gather from what you said that you’re not interested in my life, but an honest fight between two respected adversaries, a conflict between two old foes if you will?” He paused to think about it for a moment, every logical part of his body was screaming at him to turn, or to shoot, not to engage in a bout of magical fisticuffs with a creature he honestly believed to be his superior in power. His logical side was overruled, the Wolf had come a long way, give him his fight. Most damage could be repaired so long as he had mana anyway. First though, an opening gambit to adjust the scales in his favour.
“If you wish for a respectable fight, I would suggest we lay aside our weapons.” He grinned that nasty grin of his, feral almost, his overly long canines on display. With a shrug, he unclipped his pistol belt and unsheathed his knife, holding them to either side with peaceful intent. Of course, should Daniel refuse to disarm he could always re-equip the weapons, but he’d also go into battle with the moral high ground if that were the case. That used to mean something once.
“So you wish to fight me now?” His hand almost shifted onto the handle of his pistol, gripping tight. If he did that, it would be a fight to the death if he was not mistaken. He resisted temptation and paused, tilting his head quizzically as he thought the words over.
“Of course, I gather from what you said that you’re not interested in my life, but an honest fight between two respected adversaries, a conflict between two old foes if you will?” He paused to think about it for a moment, every logical part of his body was screaming at him to turn, or to shoot, not to engage in a bout of magical fisticuffs with a creature he honestly believed to be his superior in power. His logical side was overruled, the Wolf had come a long way, give him his fight. Most damage could be repaired so long as he had mana anyway. First though, an opening gambit to adjust the scales in his favour.
“If you wish for a respectable fight, I would suggest we lay aside our weapons.” He grinned that nasty grin of his, feral almost, his overly long canines on display. With a shrug, he unclipped his pistol belt and unsheathed his knife, holding them to either side with peaceful intent. Of course, should Daniel refuse to disarm he could always re-equip the weapons, but he’d also go into battle with the moral high ground if that were the case. That used to mean something once.
Tantalum is cool, tell him to come back and chat or something. Did Tantalum bring you onto this site then?
He raised one hand to still the deluge of information Dunnaman was providing. Confusion was etched on his face, but also satisfaction.
“That’s enough.” Fury couldn’t quite understand why someone willing to destroy their own ability to escape in order to protect something would have then volunteered so much useful information in pinpointing his saviour’s location. Perhaps he was blissfully unaware of just what Fury was capable of with the Angar-Ryllan behind him. With such information of the race’s biology, and more importantly the key markers for their solar system, even some of the more average scouts in the Empire could find them. Find them and take this powerful metal for their own. That was beyond Fury’s concern though, for he had asked his question with a far different aim in mind. It was uncertain if he would even divulge the information to the Empire.
This creature before him spoke of a race far different from that which Kanitah belonged to, at least in regards to the reptiles. It was possible the mammals could be related to the warrior’s people, but unlikely now. Which begged the question, if not the tech he was outfitted with, what was this creature’s connection with Kanitah?
His eyes drew downwards, gazing at the brutal mark of a long passed wounding on the creature’s chest. For the first time he really took it in, disbelief etching his features. He had seen it before, he was sure of it. He asked his question suddenly, trying with his stunted empathy to read the creature’s face as he did so.
“Do you know a man named Kanitah?”
“That’s enough.” Fury couldn’t quite understand why someone willing to destroy their own ability to escape in order to protect something would have then volunteered so much useful information in pinpointing his saviour’s location. Perhaps he was blissfully unaware of just what Fury was capable of with the Angar-Ryllan behind him. With such information of the race’s biology, and more importantly the key markers for their solar system, even some of the more average scouts in the Empire could find them. Find them and take this powerful metal for their own. That was beyond Fury’s concern though, for he had asked his question with a far different aim in mind. It was uncertain if he would even divulge the information to the Empire.
This creature before him spoke of a race far different from that which Kanitah belonged to, at least in regards to the reptiles. It was possible the mammals could be related to the warrior’s people, but unlikely now. Which begged the question, if not the tech he was outfitted with, what was this creature’s connection with Kanitah?
His eyes drew downwards, gazing at the brutal mark of a long passed wounding on the creature’s chest. For the first time he really took it in, disbelief etching his features. He had seen it before, he was sure of it. He asked his question suddenly, trying with his stunted empathy to read the creature’s face as he did so.
“Do you know a man named Kanitah?”
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