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3 yrs ago
Current I don't trust stairs. They're always up to something.
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7 yrs ago
William Shakespeare in past tense would be "Wouldiwas Shookspeared"
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7 yrs ago
Have you heard about the Italian cook with an incurable disease? He pastaway.
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7 yrs ago
Trains don't drink.. They chug.
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7 yrs ago
Something about subtraction just doesn't add up.
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A smile better suits a hero.

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Magnet man... I'm afraid Lead isn't magnetic, ser~

EDIT:
You also don't need to explain why you take control of a character when dealing out punishment. It's merely running the rules of the environment in the RP. I would understand the need to explain if they started complaining about it though. You're the GM, it's within your right as such to do whatever you please with your setting. You could have a giant foot crush the tavern if you wanted, not that it'd bode well with any of us~
Where is everyone...?
"It's such an honor to be allowed to interview you, Miss Eloen!" The journalist clapped excitedly as the Bard merely bowed her head in greeting. Handing a page of parchment along with an ink and quill to their mute interviewee, the journalist continued, "As I understand, you are accompanied by some very interesting individuals, and I'd absolutely love to hear your thoughts on them!"

Alya nodded and began to write on the parchment, the interviewer sat patiently with a cheerful grin on their face as the quill feather flicked back and forth. Thankfully the Songstress was a faster scribe than most, handing the parchment back to the journalist in a seemingly record time.

It read:

I apologize for any misinterpretations I may have regarding their character, but I hope to learn more about them as time passes.

Fier is a bard, like myself, however it would seem that patrons don't take to him the way they do for me. His musical abilities are good, but his voice is a great detriment to his performances. He's a good person, perhaps a little reckless.. I think. I believe a duet with him may be nice, provided it stayed instrumental.

Elsie, although she's a healer, I think she might wound people more with her words than they had been with a sword. But I find her quite nice to be around, what she says can be a little amusing at times.

I see Reignald as a very fatherly figure. Perhaps I'm not the only one that thinks that. He's very kind to me. I have heard many things about him from the places I've performed in. That he's ruthless and that he is even a tyrant. I choose not to believe such things, but with time I may see what they mean.

I feel that Rosha needs to value herself more. I've heard once that she believes that she is a mere tool, but I think she is much more than that. I have not spoken to her before, but she seems to be a very hard working person which I see as a great quality.

Ricardo seems to be a 'upbeat' kind of person compared to the others, but I'm not sure if that's how he truly is. I've only heard stories of his feats, and I can't help but be impressed. I am concerned for his well-being as I am with any alchemist though..

R'Ornn.. He's actually quite a delightful fellow despite what people may think of his race. I personally hold no hostility toward Savolins and neither do my parents despite our elvish heritage. I've known of Elves that shun his race, but such people never try to learn what they are truly like. I hope to come to understand them as well, if he will allow me to.


A soft soothing tune played as the journalist read through this letter, their overly excited manner becoming more calm as they listened. It would seem that Alya had decided to play some music while waiting for the interviewer to finish reading what she had written.

Near the bottom of the letter, it read:

I hope everyone gets along.
o_O are we all going to do party 'Relationship' posts? I wouldn't mind that really, while we wait for the IC.


That's up to you. I may or may not write one.
@TheDarkTemplar
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Yeva Darbinian

@GrizzTheMauler


Yeva could understand such a bitter feeling that the Otterkin must have. She was someone who lived life as a mercenary and a gunsmith, so such emotions were commonly seen within her trade. Whether it be from others who hold contempt for her family or just a failed experiment. The silent woman nodded slightly as he bought out his crossbow. She personally didn't see the crossbow as an efficient weapon, but this was coming from a gunsmith with some of the rarest weapons in the continent, of course she'd see it as primitive already. It had it's merits, but it was completely out-classed by any form of steam-powered firearm.

The mute's gaze turned to the door as the World Military marched through the door. Their movements and formation seemed more mechanical than her own machines, which made her chuckle inwardly. As any mercenary would be, she disliked the World Military. Too dogmatic for her tastes. Interestingly, her family usually has weapon deals with them because they make good patrons with their endless money pouches. Yeva raised an eyebrow as one of the men at a table was identified as a Red Fang. As she caught a glimpse of the Goddess Shard, her hand instantly fell onto her pistol, ready to draw. However she didn't. The gunsmith wasn't going to start a fire fight with the Red Fang and the World Military around. If word got to them that a Darbinian was around, they'd most likely pounce. While Darbinians wore their crest with pride, they also steered clear of direct contact with the World Military.

Yeva watched in disbelief as ever shot that the soldiers fired was stopped by an invisible force that the pirate controlled. Could it be the power of the shard or his own? She had heard rumors of such powers in the grapevine, but to witness it was something else. It wasn't long before all the soldiers in the squad were peppered by their own bullets. Although she kept a hand on her pistol, she knew that there was nothing she could do to that man unless she could assassinate him from a fair distance. A position not available to her at this moment, so the waiting game had begun. The killer of the Vice captain seemed familiar to Yeva, but she couldn't quite place a name to it.. 'Logia' she heard. Ah yes, now she remembered. Unfortunately she had very little information beyond the name and their association with the Red Fang.

When she thought that the excitement had died down, a hulk of a thing walked into the tavern. All 7ft of it. She blankly stared at the... Deep sea diver.. thing.. as it ordered a pint and gulped it down in a single swig. Even though it may be a hulking mass, it was a foolish beast. 'How idiotic..' She thought as it started trying to antagonize the Red Fang. It's actions confused Yeva to no end as it's arrival was seemingly as random as it's actions.
@Rekaigan

Look here, half-elf wench! I'll best you in a battle of the bards, and you'll be begging me to bring you bountiful basketsworth of my musical prowess for your education! I'm ten times the bard you are, and if you think for even a second that you could take me, you're going to be on the receiving end of a veritable torrent of musical damnation, you hear me!?!

'...'
I think it should be done. @zelosse


Shhh...
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