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Aren't you already about to do that IC? Haha.
Wellll……… that and smashing people with hammers, yep. (Mwahahahahahah) :)
Benjimus, your welcome. :)
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Wellll……… that and smashing people with hammers, yep. (Mwahahahahahah) :)
Benjimus, your welcome. :)
On the bright side you may have an excuse to eat Dirion now. Also, all the hip kids never sleep.
Fair point, but if I were to never sleep, well, I'd end up biting peoples heads off, almost literally. :)
I swear you people are trying to make me drop out, or stop sleeping.
Umm… also @Benjimus FATE is my werewolf, FADE is ViolentViolet's Drow. I think you're after Fade.
Umm… also @Benjimus FATE is my werewolf, FADE is ViolentViolet's Drow. I think you're after Fade.
Blood. Oh, she could smell it. Beautiful, rich, blood. Ohhhhh. Someone was unlucky tonight. It wasn't full moon, no. But it was coming, oh yess, it was coming, and that blood, oh, that blood… it just smelled so, sooo good.
”Oh, my! Looks like you are the bloodiest of us all.
Hearing that proved it wasn't only her that was smelling that.
Glancing round Fate searched for the source of the smell, it was often hard for her to spot blood, it's crimson colour appearing to her the same as many other colours, what she had eventually grasped was the colour 'yellow' to others, but to Fate a large range of her vision was filled with this 'yellow'. That included blood. As she searched she slipped out from behind the bar, before getting grabbed by Wink @Mokley, who seemed to have returned somewhere in the recent chaos. "You might want to get the hammers out." Fate snorted derisively, duh! while scowling and showing her rapidly lengthening fangs, the only part she had learnt to morph on it's own without shifting into her full wolfified form. She grinned wolfishly, the sort of blood thirsty grin that made lesser men back down, and back down quick. She didn't wait to see Wink's reaction, but simply swished her hips once, letting the hammers resting there catch the light for a second, before sidling past Wink and following the thread of bloody smell.
She was practically licking her chops as she traced the smell, ending up practically in the spot she began, just on the other side of the bar, next to Dirion, from whom the tantalizing sent was drifting.
Her eyes were starting to take on a yellow gleam, not that Fate could see that, and her hands had strayed down to grip the handles of her hammers, letting them slide free from the binding that caught them to her belt. To others, the hammers were heavy enough lifting one with both hands, but Fate was lightly gripping them, one in each hand, having no problems even though the weight was nothing to sneeze at.
She tensed up, not really willing to make the first move, not yet, but ready to join the fight, hammers flying, when the simmering volcano finally blew its top.
”Oh, my! Looks like you are the bloodiest of us all.
Hearing that proved it wasn't only her that was smelling that.
Glancing round Fate searched for the source of the smell, it was often hard for her to spot blood, it's crimson colour appearing to her the same as many other colours, what she had eventually grasped was the colour 'yellow' to others, but to Fate a large range of her vision was filled with this 'yellow'. That included blood. As she searched she slipped out from behind the bar, before getting grabbed by Wink @Mokley, who seemed to have returned somewhere in the recent chaos. "You might want to get the hammers out." Fate snorted derisively, duh! while scowling and showing her rapidly lengthening fangs, the only part she had learnt to morph on it's own without shifting into her full wolfified form. She grinned wolfishly, the sort of blood thirsty grin that made lesser men back down, and back down quick. She didn't wait to see Wink's reaction, but simply swished her hips once, letting the hammers resting there catch the light for a second, before sidling past Wink and following the thread of bloody smell.
She was practically licking her chops as she traced the smell, ending up practically in the spot she began, just on the other side of the bar, next to Dirion, from whom the tantalizing sent was drifting.
Her eyes were starting to take on a yellow gleam, not that Fate could see that, and her hands had strayed down to grip the handles of her hammers, letting them slide free from the binding that caught them to her belt. To others, the hammers were heavy enough lifting one with both hands, but Fate was lightly gripping them, one in each hand, having no problems even though the weight was nothing to sneeze at.
She tensed up, not really willing to make the first move, not yet, but ready to join the fight, hammers flying, when the simmering volcano finally blew its top.
"You could just do your stuff tomorrow night." Luck commented, glancing over at Cooper, "I mean, we've got a whole week, right?" Thinking of that, she'd need to get some sleep, running off coffee alone was never a good idea especially when sneaking places. Stretching, Luck gave it a thought, "Yeah, I could come to the tavern, yep sounds good." Getting to know the others seemed like a good idea right then. Yawned massively, she hooked out her coffee and downed the last few mouthfuls, "Blargh" she quietly commented at the gritty grinds she had just inhaled.
(if the anonymous folks would like to reveal names, I'll edit you in so you can bask in the glory!)
Yes please, glory sounds like fun. :)
My poem is Power; or the Lack thereof.
Also congratulations all! :)
Click, click, click-click-clack.
Luck opened and closed her Multi tool repetitively, her nerves showing through that small gesture.
She listened wordlessly from her place leaning against one of the walls.
Tugging a flask out she took a swig of the nearly cold coffee, Garr she grimaced, she really should have drunken that when it was hot. She glanced up grinning slightly at the mention of her name. When Maggie had finally finished speaking Luck pushed herself off the wall, eying the others, "Okay, I know I've seen a few of you before, but can you introduce yourselves? And I don't mean with aliases. I'ma Luck, you can just call me Luck." She grinned, "And I'll be your roof runner for this evening." Bowing fancy-like, Luck closed her multi tool one last time, letting it clack solidly, before clipping it to her belt.
Luck opened and closed her Multi tool repetitively, her nerves showing through that small gesture.
She listened wordlessly from her place leaning against one of the walls.
Tugging a flask out she took a swig of the nearly cold coffee, Garr she grimaced, she really should have drunken that when it was hot. She glanced up grinning slightly at the mention of her name. When Maggie had finally finished speaking Luck pushed herself off the wall, eying the others, "Okay, I know I've seen a few of you before, but can you introduce yourselves? And I don't mean with aliases. I'ma Luck, you can just call me Luck." She grinned, "And I'll be your roof runner for this evening." Bowing fancy-like, Luck closed her multi tool one last time, letting it clack solidly, before clipping it to her belt.
@Dragonite777Umm… do these guys all know each-other, or just Maggie?
Aw man, I had my post typed up and I just refresh the page to check and gor-blimey you've posted, so I gotta type it all up again and change it. :) thats okay though. :)
Aw man, I had my post typed up and I just refresh the page to check and gor-blimey you've posted, so I gotta type it all up again and change it. :) thats okay though. :)
And remember folks, always cut the red wire. And whatever you do keep @SilverWolfAngel's character away from the wires! She is colorblind and nothing good will come of it.
Oh come on, She'll just cut any yellow wires and hope for the best. :)
Although if I were to make a bomb I wouldn't make it the red wire, maybe the green one?
Also @Keplo Yes please to a brawl, Fate is so ready to beat someone up. :)
Nothing very strong. Just something warm.
"Sure." Fate grinned pausing for a sec to read the next line of text;
Your eye is very pretty.
"Danks." But she wasn't entirely sure the girl had heard her, as she had turned to the rude rich boy.
“Haha, oh dearest me, where are my manners, I must apologize for overstepping my boundaries. Surely, I mean not to intrude. I was merely enraptured by this lovely young lady’s display. I’ve not seen anything like it before in my li--”
Fate just kept staring, knowing her cold glare could normally shut most people up eventually. It was getting sooo tempting to hit him, but…… she held off, mimicking a statue for all it was worth.
My species is mute out of water. So it's a hereditary ability for communication.
Well that explained the writing.
Snapping her attention back to the job at hand, Fate swung away from the bar itself, snagged a fairly clean tankard, and wiped it off quickly with a cloth before slopping in a dash of ale and filling the rest with hot water.
Quickstepping it back to the bar, she placed the tankard carefully down, noting that another girl, lugging a fair sized sword, had joined the other two. Fate just shrugged, paying little attention to the conversation, at least until the one eyed girl to whom she had served the ale wrote in the air once more.
1) He's not my friend.
2) My name's Milo. But, I don't supposed you could've just asked me.
Gah, I'm so sorry. Yeah, not really Ugh. I'm trying to be nice. But it just isn't working.
Ah, so she was called Milo? Nice name, nice name. She tucked the little snippet of information away for possible later use.
Turning her attention to the rest of the room, Fate was ever so slightly shocked to see how it had seemed to fill up while she wasn't paying attention. She watched Wink slip out the door, with a dwarf following behind. "Huh" she mused, deciding Busker had sent Wink off to fetch something. Turning back she got diverted by a voice, followed by a thrum of music. It was interesting to note, out of the corner of her eyes, that the rich boy didn't seem to like the music. Fate grinned, maliciously. Nice.
She made her way over to where a new patron had puffed down at the bar, @Keplo "didja want something?" she offered but was distracted by a knife traversing the room. Fate snapped to attention, paying utter attention to the knife, her senses springing into hyper alert, ready and roaring for a fight, so she was disgruntled when the bard at who the knife had been aimed didn't take the bait. "Garrr." she snorted, expressing her disappointment.
For the most part she ignored Dirion as he shambled up to the bar, she often struggled to deal with him, he seemed to have a habit of spilling his ale everywhere, everywhere! "More." he demanded, slurring his word, Fate shrugged; he'd have to pay for it all eventually, who was she to deny him racking up his tab? Flicking her hair around she slipped off to grab a jug-full of watered down ale, making it back just in time to see Dirion grin. Eying him she poured his drink, grinning slightly when he turned to the Drow with a; "M'not a bleedin bard."
@NorthernGR
Looking closely at her, the Drow that is, Fate wondered where she might have seen her before, as she seemed awfully familiar, but she couldn't think why. Now however didn't seem quite the time to be asking. @ViolentViolet
"Sure." Fate grinned pausing for a sec to read the next line of text;
Your eye is very pretty.
"Danks." But she wasn't entirely sure the girl had heard her, as she had turned to the rude rich boy.
“Haha, oh dearest me, where are my manners, I must apologize for overstepping my boundaries. Surely, I mean not to intrude. I was merely enraptured by this lovely young lady’s display. I’ve not seen anything like it before in my li--”
Fate just kept staring, knowing her cold glare could normally shut most people up eventually. It was getting sooo tempting to hit him, but…… she held off, mimicking a statue for all it was worth.
My species is mute out of water. So it's a hereditary ability for communication.
Well that explained the writing.
Snapping her attention back to the job at hand, Fate swung away from the bar itself, snagged a fairly clean tankard, and wiped it off quickly with a cloth before slopping in a dash of ale and filling the rest with hot water.
Quickstepping it back to the bar, she placed the tankard carefully down, noting that another girl, lugging a fair sized sword, had joined the other two. Fate just shrugged, paying little attention to the conversation, at least until the one eyed girl to whom she had served the ale wrote in the air once more.
1) He's not my friend.
2) My name's Milo. But, I don't supposed you could've just asked me.
Gah, I'm so sorry. Yeah, not really Ugh. I'm trying to be nice. But it just isn't working.
Ah, so she was called Milo? Nice name, nice name. She tucked the little snippet of information away for possible later use.
Turning her attention to the rest of the room, Fate was ever so slightly shocked to see how it had seemed to fill up while she wasn't paying attention. She watched Wink slip out the door, with a dwarf following behind. "Huh" she mused, deciding Busker had sent Wink off to fetch something. Turning back she got diverted by a voice, followed by a thrum of music. It was interesting to note, out of the corner of her eyes, that the rich boy didn't seem to like the music. Fate grinned, maliciously. Nice.
She made her way over to where a new patron had puffed down at the bar, @Keplo "didja want something?" she offered but was distracted by a knife traversing the room. Fate snapped to attention, paying utter attention to the knife, her senses springing into hyper alert, ready and roaring for a fight, so she was disgruntled when the bard at who the knife had been aimed didn't take the bait. "Garrr." she snorted, expressing her disappointment.
For the most part she ignored Dirion as he shambled up to the bar, she often struggled to deal with him, he seemed to have a habit of spilling his ale everywhere, everywhere! "More." he demanded, slurring his word, Fate shrugged; he'd have to pay for it all eventually, who was she to deny him racking up his tab? Flicking her hair around she slipped off to grab a jug-full of watered down ale, making it back just in time to see Dirion grin. Eying him she poured his drink, grinning slightly when he turned to the Drow with a; "M'not a bleedin bard."
@NorthernGR
Looking closely at her, the Drow that is, Fate wondered where she might have seen her before, as she seemed awfully familiar, but she couldn't think why. Now however didn't seem quite the time to be asking. @ViolentViolet
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