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Hannible merely watched the spectacle unfolding in front of him, hand casually drifting to his sword as the clearly drunk guardswoman began waving hers about. It turned out his worries were for naught though, so he soon returned his attention to the food in front of him. If the drinking from earlier had affected him at all it was not evident, although whether that was because he had been drunk the entire time, or had some untold levels of tolerance had yet to be seen. Drunk or not, he finished his soup quietly while the women around the campfire caused their commotion.
He had considered, briefly, pointing out that suggesting Evans was not corrupt did not at all suggest he was a good human being, but that was a discussion for a different day. He suspected trying to have any sensible debate about it right now would end poorly. His bruised stomach throbbed at the memory of the Nekroz woman's violent streak. First she hits him, then she makes like she planned to stab someone over a bowl of soup. Not exactly a woman of soft temperament, despite her initial impression. He made a mental note to never hand her a bottle of wine again.
Trying to end the scene before it got even more crazy, Hannibal got to his feet and began clapping slowly.
"A good show, a good show you two! Does anyone else wish to regale us with tales of their exploits? Surely we've all had some adventure in our lives, no? Some accomplishment of pride? No need to be modest! After all, when this journey is done it shall be all of our greatest achievements! Every one of us."
He turned to look each of those gathered in the eyes as he spoke, hoping to compel at least one of them to stand and speak. Hannibal himself had plenty of tales yet to tell of course, but he was as content to share the spotlight as steal it. Besides, with the shear scope of his adventures over the years it wouldn't surprise him if he had been involved with one or more of these people in some capacity or the other.
He had considered, briefly, pointing out that suggesting Evans was not corrupt did not at all suggest he was a good human being, but that was a discussion for a different day. He suspected trying to have any sensible debate about it right now would end poorly. His bruised stomach throbbed at the memory of the Nekroz woman's violent streak. First she hits him, then she makes like she planned to stab someone over a bowl of soup. Not exactly a woman of soft temperament, despite her initial impression. He made a mental note to never hand her a bottle of wine again.
Trying to end the scene before it got even more crazy, Hannibal got to his feet and began clapping slowly.
"A good show, a good show you two! Does anyone else wish to regale us with tales of their exploits? Surely we've all had some adventure in our lives, no? Some accomplishment of pride? No need to be modest! After all, when this journey is done it shall be all of our greatest achievements! Every one of us."
He turned to look each of those gathered in the eyes as he spoke, hoping to compel at least one of them to stand and speak. Hannibal himself had plenty of tales yet to tell of course, but he was as content to share the spotlight as steal it. Besides, with the shear scope of his adventures over the years it wouldn't surprise him if he had been involved with one or more of these people in some capacity or the other.
X was born.
X now lives in Millington.
Sounds solid to me.
X now lives in Millington.
Sounds solid to me.
You're walking into a den of chaos and human misery.
... Actually it's pretty surprising how not depressing the RP is. Plenty of comedy, and there isn't much drama for the sake of drama.
... Actually it's pretty surprising how not depressing the RP is. Plenty of comedy, and there isn't much drama for the sake of drama.
I don't have a pitch. Just a message from the Yandere/your GM when I brought it up:
"The Muse
Today at 1:06 AM
HA
I'll kill her"
"The Muse
Today at 1:06 AM
HA
I'll kill her"
Be Elliot's first love, I swear you wont have a psychojealous yandere after your throat.
Please don't. You'll doom us both.
Please don't. You'll doom us both.
Just a heads up, was waiting to see if a couple more people were going to post.
I will be posting tomorrow night, no matter what.
I will be posting tomorrow night, no matter what.
@Fabricant451Just saying, I know a character who needs a job.
I did just that! 30 minutes of sleep and 6 hours of yardwork. Writing for the collab right after a shower.
I've found out something about myself today: I'm only able to write when I'm completely exhausted.
Go figure.
Go figure.
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