Mictlan93

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

Even dressed in nary but his skivvies, the cool air of morning didn't do much to stir Quincy awake. Compared to some of the colder waters he's accustomed to traversing, cold air felt warm to his skin. Even then, the inner rumblings of Alejandra's stomach was sure to make her active. Snout still in Quincy's lap, Allie shifted and nudged, forcing her partner awake. "MMMmmnngh..." He barely replied. There wasn't much of a response, until her forked tongue flitted about his nostrils. The induced irritation made Quincy flinch, jerking him out of sleep.

"Okay, alright, i'm up." He mumbled, groaning a bit as he hopped from her coil. Looked like most of the others were already awake, and tending to the fire, or preparing their meals. Quincy checked his clothes, noticing they had dried overnight. As he was worked his way into his pants, the Sea Drake nudged into his back. It didn't take much to hear her stomach growling, and her replying whines. "Yeah, i'm hungry too, girl." He replied, the needs of his dragon bringing him to full attention. Quincy hopped to his feet, and grabbed for his backpack. "Goin' down to the water, Mum. Gonna get Allie some breakfast." He announced to Anara and the party, before trotting off.

Down at the shore, Alejandra didn't waste a second before diving in. Quincy decided to wait at the water, not wanting to get in his dragon's way when she goes into her hunting mode. He could notice the water further out, splashing and thrashing, signifying that she already had a catch. "Tire it out..." He mumbled, watching intently as the water began to calm. "...And reel it in." A dye of red began swimming back to the surface, a clear indication of a completed scuffle. The Sea Drake quickly rose from the water, a tail fin in her teeth. Currently being dragged to shore was a bottlenose dolphin, bloodied and clearly expired.

"Good catch, baby girl." Quincy replied, giving her an impressed thumbs up. She dug in immediately after, tearing and rending dolphin flesh. "Uh, hey, save some for me, please." He protested playfully, brandishing his backpack. "My knife's gotta be somewhere in here..." As he looked up in a brief moment, he could notice the spiky black dragon from the night before, diving in and out of the water with his rider still intact. "Hm. Guess they gotta do it the hard way." He mumbled with a smirk and a scoff, finding his knife before joining his dragon in breakfast.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

The little group was beginning to disperse, and Axon was doing his best to save face. "I'm only doing this for myself, I don't care what you people think of me, even though I was literally crying about it a few seconds ago, blah blah blah." Quincy thought mockingly, scoffing again. "Sheesh! And I thought I was selfish and arrogant!" And what was he going on about with the mention of the funny haircut? "What's so funny about a buzz cut?" He pondered defensively, smoothing down what little hair he had.

"Whatever dude. We're gonna save Caerel." He approached Axon. "No hard feelings about the nut thing." He lied, placing a trusting(?) hand on the wild man's shoulder. "But, if we're gonna work together, we need to be on even footing, yeah? Else, how're we gonna be a functioning team? You understand, right?" He had half a mind to dish out his own retaliation right there and then, but, decided against it. It could wait until another time. He gave him one last lingering look before heading off towards the camp, Alejandra in tow.

Back at the fire, looked like everyone was going down for the night. Quincy checked on his clothes, still lying at the crackling cinders. "Still damp." He decided to leave them there til' the morning. Lethargy was taking over Allie once more, and she began to coil up behind her rider. "Looks like a good idea." He mentioned, climbing into the coil and reclining as if he were wafting down a lazy river. She went back to resting her snout in his lap, and Quincy gazed into the campfire, hoping the rhythmic dance of the flame would drift him off to sleep.

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

"Forget the damned rogues, its time to get out!" Seemed the Commander answered Joey's internal debate as the fires of the bar sprouted exponentially and quite explosively. "Yeah, yup, sounds like a pretty good idea." He thought, scrambling out after Drew. As much as the Earthshaper's dirt walls tempted him, flame was literally licking at his heels. Round two with the bulky fellow would have to be cancelled for the time being.

Rushing out into the cool air of the town, Joey was quick to notice a few things. Like Master Alexander glowing so bright Joey almost risked being blinded. And in the flash, he could see Vanahara bolting off down one of the alleyways, claiming "Ling's in trouble," in that husky voice of hers. "Ling...crossbow gal...knifey git...knives!" The fire and earthshaper almost made the rogue forget of his initial objective. And, he figured he'd inject himself into that particular equation. So, he took off after Vana, the light emitting from Alexander growing dimmer and dimmer as he tailed her. "Right behind ya, V!" He called, slowly gaining as he pushed into a sprint. She had a definite lead, but the clangs and jangles coming from her metal parts didn't make it too hard to lose her.

"Running down a dark alleyway, eh? S'like a typical Sunday night for me." He thought, smirking all the way.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

so lets get going.

@Lord Zee

Yeah! uh, so, coughcough@FrozenPhoenixpostwhenevercough 'scuse me, seems i'm coming down with something.

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

"Well then, it's just that simple, innit?" Lammy placed a hand on the Deva's shoulder. "We won't let you die. Not until we're out of this dimension..." That sounded better in his head. "Or, we won't let you die at all...? I don't want you to die here, is what i'm trying to say. We've protected each other before, and we'll continue to do so for as long as we need to." He gave the Cleric a hopeful grin, following Lily back out.

Riding on a hunch, he sniffed in the direction of Daskard and his lackeys. "Sweat, metal...nothing alarming..." Didn't seem like these guys were the mystery stench he caught earlier. Really only added to his skepticism over the plan. "Did we really have to do this now? Couldn't it have waited til' morning?" He mumbled.

"SCREaWW! (You didn't seem to have a problem being outside just a few minutes prior.)" Sheeva piped up. "CHIREE?! (By the way, what did you and Lily go outside to do?)" The Druid didn't immediately answer, and instead stared wistfully into the back of the Paladin's head. "We...had a heart-to-heart." He replied, breathlessly. If the boy were anymore animated, his eyes would've turned into hearts as he thought about her.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

but where is everyone else?

@Lord Zee

Seriously, this. Cast dropped to like five over the course of the day. Other than Raven (who was very adamant in his decision to drop out), I don't see how or why half the players are quiet. I'm sure there are a few excuses reasons, but even then, you'd think it'd be common courtesy to give a heads up.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

I think i'd have an idea on how to do that, but go ahead and tell us anyway.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

So how many shenanigans are you and your platoon susceptible to on a slow day?

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

I'll take "Shitting Artillery" for $500, Alex.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

Sounds like actual gruel. Or...gravy.