Redwing

Crimson Company

Runaway, the bartender is dead. Very very dead.

Blood Moon, Black Sun

As long as I get to use the same character yeah, let's do it.

Primrose Terrace

Dead Cruiser said
I've altered my CS to something else to avoid conflict. Please be aware in the future of how incredibly obnoxious that lengthy ultimatum happened to be.

Sorry Old Man Spawnling, I can't play super nice here. The best you can hope for it no murder.

Dead Cruiser, martial arts is just that, an art. There is so much more to it than punches and kicks, SO much more. And when people who don't know how to use them, use it for writing, that's all it turns into punches and kicks. If you think I'm going to just sit here and watch what I've dedicated my life to get crapped on by people who don't know what they're talking about. Think again.

You think I care if I sound obnoxious or not? You either like me or you don't, there's no changing that. I don't care what other people think about me. I'm me and nothing is ever going to change that.

Primrose Terrace

Dead Cruiser, just a warning. You mentioned one of your character's interests was martial arts. I am a martial artist, one who has been taking it for over half her life. I am a black belt and can be considered an expert on the subject. If you decide to use martial arts during the roleplay or have your character talking about it and don't know what you're talking about, along with virtually punching you in the face, I'll also be going into a lengthy detailed correction on what its really suppose to be like.

Martial arts is my life and my career, right now I have the honor of passing my skills on to other people in the form of teaching them. There's nothing I hate more than people who talk about something they don't know anything about.

Of course if you are a martial artist just ignore everything I've just said.

Blood Moon, Black Sun

I'm about ready to start without the creator of the roleplay. I really want to use my character.

Crimson Company

Lucio dipped his head when the girl said they didn't use songs of passing in Esterfell. Everybody had their own way of doing things, though more often then not people would have accepted the song. Even if just for their own peace of mind. As much as he loved singing, the songs of passing always sent chills down his spine. He did it for the peace of mind of the grieving more than anything as well. He personally didn't have a specific belief for the passing of the dead and was fine with any way people decided to do it. He'd only truly find out what was beyond when he died and not a moment before.

He was about to go elsewhere in the tavern, obviously not needed here for the moment, when the scantily clad elf girl came up to him and poked his nose. Her finger was rather cold, but after adrenaline and the heat of battle it felt nice. She expressed that she was glad he wasn't dead or badly hurt. "The same to you. It would be tragic to lose a companion before things truly began." He said with a smile. Her hands moved to his chest, causing him to wince as they touched the sensitive bruises there. As nice as some healing magic would have been, or whatever it was that she was talking about, there were people who needed it more. "I'm simply bruised, not broken. I can handle a little pain, why don't you save it for those who need it more." He said carefully, not entirely sure what it was.

"By the way, I never did get your name. I am Lucio Freedan, as you may know already, I'm a traveling bard." Though considering she may have never heard magic before, she may have not known what a bard was either. Ah well, he would just have to explain it to her. Though from a bard's point of view it was much different than from a normal person's. Normal people tended to find bards rather annoying at times.

Primrose Terrace

I'm pretty sure Bend is the weird hippy town. Last time we were there, some really high people were having a party in the middle of the street.

My relatives are pretty much all in Redmond.

Primrose Terrace

Dark Angel said
I figured there was too much drama, so I made Gin high. Have fun, octopus heads XDLen and I are Oregonians.

Hey I'm a Californian! I have a butt ton of relatives in Oregon so my family drives up at least once a year. Which part of Oregon do you live in?

Kingdom Hearts: Fading Stars

After Eden expressed that he did in fact want to rest for the night, Caius let out a breath of relief. One more night in his home would do him some good. He didn't think he was ready to leave quite yet. This place had been his home his entire life and in the blink of an eye he had chosen to leave it. Sure it was to protect people, but it was still going to be hard to do. He led Eden back to his house, where he had first started saving people when the Heartless attacked. It wasn't a large place, but it was neat and clean, Caius made sure to keep it that way. Especially the kitchen, considering he cleaned, skinned, and cooked cute little forest animals in there. He remembered the first time his father had taken him out hunting. He had cried when he found out that the rabbit they had killed was also going to be dinner. Then he realized how tasty it was and everything was okay. Caius hadn't been the brightest kid around.

Considering the fact that he had settled into the first chair he spotted, Eden seemed to be tired. Before Caius could do anything else, Eden began to speak to him. Basically telling him that he was useless how he was, with no magic or fighting skills in the slightest. He was about to protest that he was a good fighter when the other boy took out three glowing stone things. Though Caius was injured and tired, Eden seemed to want to focus on the Keyblade fighter track. Tonight was suppose to be to rest, not to train. With a sigh Caius examined the three stones. All three spells sounded very useful and fun to use. After a moment he picked one kind of at random. "Thunder I guess." He said, not sounding very eager to get to learning. His wounds ached and he really wanted to take care of them before anything else. He had been fighting a lot before Eden showed up, and those little black Heartless could sure tear you up.

Crimson Company

Before the girl could answer, or pass out, or anything really, Aldred came over. He explained what had happened to her, and expressed that he blamed himself for it. "It isn't your fault." Lucio replied with a grin. "Its a battle, shit happens." Normally Lucio didn't like to swear, but it fit so well with the situation that he couldn't help it. The warrior lifted up the girl, intent on taking her to safety. The half-elf nodded when he was told to rejoin the battle. He turned to face it, seeing that there were only two giants left. This group was strong, no wonder they were chosen. It didn't seem like there was much the bard could do. It was practically over already.

Everybody was battered, bruised, and bleeding from this battle. They had just fought giants so it was understandable. Lucio had a feeling they would be resting the night before moving on. Injured people made very grumpy travelers. Rested injured people silently nursed their wounds for a while, then started complaining after a while. But they were all alive, so that was a plus. Lucio didn't know about anyone else, but he was satisfied. There wasn't much else to do but make sure the giants were dead and then get back to the tavern, as Aldred had told them to do. He was pretty sure they were all dead, but he humored the warrior by helping the others check.

He went back into the remains of the tavern and instantly went to where his was pack still sitting. It seemed something had landed on it during the chaos. He moved it off and opened it up. Luckily there wasn't anything breakable in it, except for his harp. Which he pulled out with a heavy hearted sigh. The impact had snapped it into two clean pieces. "I can fix it." He said to no one in particular. But for now he put it back it his pack, picked up the entire thing, and joined Aldred near the girl who hates music, another girl he had never seen before. And the bartender who appeared to be dead. "A king has been lost today." He said as he neared them. Still going by his bartenders are kings in the bar thing. "I can sing for him if you like, I know a song of passing. Though I can't play anything at the moment, my harp was broken during the battle."