Mictlan93

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

"Whoo. They work fast." Between Alexander's flashbang, and Vanahara's efficient manhandling, Joey quickly realized his mage buddies were surprisingly ready to brawl. After taking on hordes of elementally-manifested beasts in a dangerous storm, he'd guess dispatching some roguish mages was next to nothing. Either way, he felt he wanted to get involved before they'd run out of bad guys. He blasted from his seat as Drew attacked, bounding over the table, vaulting off the fire mage, and flying towards the rogue Earthshaper.

Leave it to Joey to make a target out of the biggest mook in the room. He made mental mention of the armor, and how he couldn't exactly do something like that. But, Ling's acid worked its way through the thick rock, weakening the mineral. The impact of that shot, mixed with its eroding acid, could easily provide Joey with rocky shards that he could work into an offense.

With an outstretched fist, Joey crashed into the man, sending him to the ground, and leaving a small, but growing, crumbling crater in his chest armor. With a thrust and a swing, Joey extracted the shards and pebbles created from the combined efforts, and rolled away, with a series of sharp, acid-coated projectiles floating by a hand. That armor was tough, he had to admit. He knew he wouldn't be able to tear it down with his premature abilities. So instead, he cocked his head towards the seemingly element-less rogue. "So uh...you sellin' them knives, mate? I'll gladly take 'em off your hands." He quipped.

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

"S-seduce?!" Lammy replied with his own grin. "Maybe a little bit..." He added through partially inaudible mumbling. He partially thought of just spilling his guts right then and there, just to make his thoughts known while he still had the chance. That was gonna stay an eternal debate, until he had a few more drinks in him, most likely.

"But seriously, we haven't seen each other in such a long time. I figured we could at least share a few more laughs. Y'know, take advantage of this bleak situation we've been thrown into...Might involve getting drunk..." As if proving his point, he went towards his shot glass, and downed it. He then took to the beer, gulping down the rest of it before he could fully feel the liquor. Coming back from all of it, he burped and grimaced at the dull fire in his chest.

"Ever heard of the saying 'liquor before beer, you're in the clear? Beer before liquor, never been sicker?' I'm doing it right...yeah?" He wondered.

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

"I'm a man with simple needs, mate." Joey quietly replied to Drew, struggling to keep a straight face after witnessing Vanahara's metaphorical balls of steel. Were this any other tense bar scenario, his mouth would've hung agape, and out it would've spewed excited jeers and over-exaggerated cheering to really instigate the situation.

Instead, he kept his expressions and mannerisms calm and stoic. He didn't want to be the one blamed by the group for "starting the elementally-assisted bar brawl". Drew nudged at him as he tried defusing the situation. It was clear the situation was only growing tenser. Joey was sure to keep his hands on the table. No need to make an obvious scene of sliding his hands towards his weapons. So, he continued to play with his coin. He realized the glint of the metal could've contradicted Drew's bluff, and this only made him more anxious.

"Yeah, there ain't nothing on us, mate. Jog on." Joey piped up, his legs growing restless. By this point, he was just raring to go.

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

From there it was clear she needed a little more reassurance. She was falling into the same despair pit Lammy was slowly crawling out of. "Well," He moved in closer, wrapping an arm around her. "You can still feel my hand, right?" His free hand slid to her bare one, his voice kept as low as hers. "Maybe we could guide each other in the mean time?" That sounded like a bit of a flirt, so the druid went in for the save before his face got hot. "You and me and Eranah and that mopey archer, probably. We'll all help find a way out of here." He added. "We might not see our families or hear our gods for awhile. In the meantime, we could get drunk and enjoy each other's company. Catch up now, attend to business come morning." The thought ran through his mind a second time. He was glad he was going through this trial with friends.

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

Contained in a much taller cup than the shot glass containing liquid flame, Lammy decided to take up the beer first before tackling that liquor again. A bit more refreshing than the devilwater, he didn't hesitate to take a few generous gulps of the stuff. He did slow however, as he watched Lily show a bit of fear. It was clear he wasn't as connected to the gods as she was (he was a casual worshipper, at best), but he could imagine how such news could impact an individual who relied on such an otherworldly entity as their main source of power. As Crissie offered the group lodging at the Jester, and Lily spoke up, he offered comfort the best way he currently could. "You gonna be okay?" He was quiet as he asked, placing a consoling hand on her shoulder.

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

Joey could only frown at the mention against juggling rocks. It was a fun pastime, and he always had a habit of keeping his hands busy. "Well, there's always an alternative." He thought, before producing his sole gold coin. Well, at least he wouldn't have to worry about looking like a mage. "I'm positive me "dirty street rat" look won't gain any attention." Soon, the traveling party proceeded towards their destination. And upon entering the not-so-modest abode, the dusty rogue's eyes lit like a child on christmas morn. Alluring, sauntering, voluptuous females, all waiting tables and jiggling about in revealing attire. Joey would've got on all fours and started howling if he were any more of a horndog. Eventually they were guided to a table, and Joey managed to survey his surroundings, rather than just surveying waitress butts.

He kept his hands preoccupied as usual, having his gold coin tumble about between his fingers. He was kind of lost in the scene, until the interesting trio of mages showed up. He didn't really pay attention to the trio, until a drunk went up in flames. Even then, he only made mention of the fourth individual. "Corr, lookit the shanks on that bloke! I'd like ta get me mitts on those twin beauties!" He whispered in excitement. In all honesty, the four looked like his kind of people. But, he had no intentions on pairing up with the strangers of the strange land. If anything, he hoped they would instigate something with the others. Would give him a good excuse to nick those weapons. He made his coin twirling a little more obvious in the meantime, wondering if one of them were petty enough to ask for it.

Refuge of the Forgotten

Adrian was gaining quite a bit of ground, hopping from branch to branch as he sped across the treetops. He would do well to keep an eye on the ground below, to look out for the tracking class Nycteris was leading. He thought he could've heard some commotion from a younger demigod, and slowed to a stop in one of the trees. "Nope, nothing." He mumbled, realizing there was no one below him. However, there was still a bit of commotion going on, just a lot closer than Adrian expected. A harpy inhabiting the tree didn't appreciate the intruder invading her space, and threatened for him to vacate. Adrian shushed her down in reply.

"Be quiet! You're giving away-" He realized he was being loud. "You're giving away my position!" He reiterated, this time in whispers. Taking offense to being trivialized, the bird monster lunged at the demigod, forcibly pinning him up against the trunk. "Knock it off! I'm trying to be sneaky! You're not helping!" He whined as he wrestled her. In retaliation, He blew a stream of flame into the bird's face, igniting her feathers. Blinded and on fire, the harpy slipped and fell out of the tree, her screams making adjacent canopies shiver and screech. Other harpies were alerted now, and were already beginning to zero in on his location. "Wuh oh." Seemed now would be a good time to relocate himself. He zipped away, quick to distance himself. This was why he couldn't meditate in the forest like he used to.

Pokémon: Warriors of Sengun (Up To Four Spaces Open)

Ezra looked on as Alix retreated to another part of the thick. "Huh. She seems pretty focused..." He mentioned with a shrug. But it looked to be for a good reason. As the ranger mentioned, this part of the forest was positively teeming with wildlife. Most were off to their own devices, bouncing through the trees or skittering past Ezra's feet. There were some, however, quite aware of the tall human inhabiting their space, with a little water-type who was pretty out of place. Eager to get the drop on the oblivious trainer, a Pokémon resembling a massive acorn dropped from its perch in the trees, easily startling him and Brie.

"OH SHA!""Holy geez!" The Oshawott exclaimed, reflexively reaching for her scalchop as she stumbled backwards. Ezra on the other hand, was more curious than anything. "Heyyy, you're a Seedot..." He mused, kneeling down to get a closer look. Naturally, the Seedot replied by throwing itself into the boy's chest, knocking him on his butt. "Dottototodot!""You look pretty strong! Let's fight!" The acorn replied, confident in his abilities. Ezra was quick to his feet, giving a glance towards Brie. Brie, in turn, immediately shook her head. She knew she was at a disadvantage here. "Yeah, you're right." He replied.

Then, the little Seedot charged at Ezra again. Brie Looked for protection behind one of Ezra's legs. "Hold on, short stuff." What tension gained from such a rush, was comically ended as Ezra put his foot up and ended the overactive acorn's assault. "Seedottotototodotto!""C'mon man, fight me! Fight fight fight!" It squealed, kicking up dust as Ezra's foot kept it running in place. "I have a better idea." The Seeedot suddenly seemed intrigued. "I'm taking on the league challenge, and i'll be going to Mystriver soon. Wanna come with me? I promise you'll get all the fighting you can handle." Ezra gave the Seedot a promising offer, one it didn't really want to turn down. "Seedot?""Really? You promise?" Ezra grinned and kneeled back down. "Sure! I even got one of these for ya." As he talked, he brandished a pokeball.

"Just touch your face to the button right there, and it's all yours." The Seedot was eager to comply, and immediately a red beam engulfed it. Ezra gave a silent three count before the capture device clicked. "Welcome to the team, buddy." He stood up straight, accomplished in catching a new teammate. "Guess I gotta give you a name at some point, huh?" He brought out his Pokédex, continuing through the brush as he looked up the new entry.

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

Any confirmation is a good one.

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

Lammy gave his thanks as a full glass of libation slid towards him. Ready to down it all in one miserable gulp, he paused, looking on as Lily took her sip first. He cracked a bit of a grin as she voiced her opinion on just how strong the stuff was. It was her voice that made him realize that the predicament he was in could've been a lot worse. He could've been stuck here without any help and with no familiar faces. Instead, he was sharing drinks with some of his greatest friends and his strongest companion. What optimism that had withered away in his moment of despair, had began to restore itself just a bit.

He looked into the amber liquid, sloshing it around in its little glass. "Vagrant Resurrection, eh?" He stared it down another second, then threw his head back and forced it down. It was a hopeful gulp, rather than a miserable one. "I...immediately regret doing that!" He struggled to reply as he coughed. Felt as if his body was on fire. And as he lifted his head towards the ceiling, and burped up a small ball of flame, the expression seemed to be quite literal. "Huh. That...usually doesn't happen." Usually when he was breathing fire, it was on purpose...and usually coming out of his hands. Might've been a side effect gained from the practice he undertook with his sister.

He slid the glass back to their hostess. "Please ma'am, might I have another? Preferably with a chaser?" He asked.