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Most anticipated Games of 2018-2019

Oh man Valkyria Chronicles is boss.

I mean, the game play is just way too slow for my taste, but yeay more anime tank battles!

Bad Movies Worth Talking About (Hotel Artemis & Bright)

@Dynamo Frokane

Initially both of you. But Mara's pointed out that she's not familiar with Feminist theory, so now it's only you. Especially when you're saying things like:

Kill Bill is a feminist movie.

Through a certain scope, sure, you could argue that the themes in Kill-Bill are feminist. But your argument would be flimsy and superficial, as the political definition of feminism is fairly subjective depending on who you're asking, just like with any political body. When people start throwing subjective labels on films that are already entirely subjective with an objective nature in their assertion, it's extremely irritating. What bothers me about it is how inane the idea of labeling a movie like kill Bill as a feminist picture really is. I don't believe for a second that a movie about a woman seeking brutal vengeance on an organization that wronged her severely, while working under a director who had little regard for her life, is a feminist feature. I don't think there was any Authorial intent - which is largely irrelevant mind you - from Quinton, I don't think there's any political backing to that the notion, and I certainly don't think that any competent feminists would like to identify their movement with a movie about a woman brutally murdering people for her independence. I think that would be short sighted and fucked up, in its entirety. But hey, if you're trying to criticize Feminism by using Kill Bill as an example, you're not only exercising a prejudice against the politics, but you're disregarding the core theories of feminism, all of which have nothing to do with the movie at large. If Kill Bill was a feminist movie, it would emphasize some level of restraint in its absurdity. Or would you say the film is a satire? Because I sure as hell wouldn't.

Kill Bill is almost so effortlessly feminist, that it doesn't even need to promote the fact that it is. It doesn't explain to you why these women are all super independent, extremely powerful, and are able to lead and make decisions on their own accord. It just presents them to you and expects you to accept it.

This isn't a feminist theory, it's a single feminist ideal that could be applied to a metric fuck-ton of female leads nowadays. Using metrics like this to measure whether a movie is feminist or not is an extremely poor choice. It's too general, and it implies a nebulous spectrum that generalizes feminism to the point where the 'sub genre' becomes completely fucking pointless. If Kill Bill is a feminist movie, what's the central theme? If you're passionate enough - angry enough - you can be independent? You should be aggressive as a woman? Trusting people is stupid? Swords are cool? Where's the Pathos that feminism wants to be associated with? Kill-Bill is a great movie, but it's an absolutely fucking terrible example of feminist ideals, and should not be seen as such, especially considering its genre and tone. Jesus Christ, man.

The themes you're likely referring to have much less to do with feminism, and far more to do with the environments found in abusive relationships. I haven't seen Kill Bill in a decade though, so I don't recall the movie as clearly as I should.

I'm not sure what you think feminism or feminist themes really are, or just how liberal you are in applying your ideas to media, but they don't apply to every single movie with female leads, or those that emphasize the empowerment of women. To assert such is nonsense. Feminism is a political body that often gets associated with progressive themes more often than it should, because it was a successful progressive movement once upon a time. But I can see why so many people are confused, and immediately label everything with any shred of female empowerment as 'feminist' when it fucking isn't. I wish people would stop reducing the movement to such a simple subset of superficial definitions just because feminism has been over-saturated with idiots along with most other social justice movements.

Suffragette is the closest thing to a 'feminist movie' I've been shown based on the summary alone. It is quite literally a movie that frames first wave feminist struggles. Whether or not it does so in a positive fashion, I can't say. I haven't watched it and I'm not particularly interested in the subject matter. First wave feminism is self explanatory and the political movement has become just as vapid as every other political label on the 'I can't think for myself' aile lately. The likelihood of conversing with a self proclaimed Feminist that knows what they're talking about is just as low as coming across a democrat or a republican that doesn't just parrot media outlets.

And...

whether or not that is a feminist agenda movie is sort of up for discussion

Unless one knows exactly what the political feminist agenda is, which I highly doubt, it's very likely that referring to the feminist agenda is a meme. There are also no feminist agenda movies, so to speak. Some movies may line up with the feminist Agenda, but to claim that there's any political influence there is quite silly.

Or maybe there really are signs of the feminist agenda poisoning movies after all. Maybe there's also mind control drugs in our drinking water, chem-trails over our heads, and bugs in our bedrooms.

_{Illuminati 5ever death to America alla-hoo ackbar.}

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

GMing Is great.

Bad Movies Worth Talking About (Hotel Artemis & Bright)

feminist """"agenda""""

@Mara

what would you consider a feminist movie?

@Dynamo Frokane

I am also curious about whatever the hell nebulous idea of feminsm you're talking about.

Bad Movies Worth Talking About (Hotel Artemis & Bright)

Will Smith is a good actor.

Will Smith's acting wasnt the issue with the film.

Also the narrative on racism wasnt stereotypical.

@Dynamo Frokane

Caravan: Resurrection

The Lum Channel, Aboard a Nillium Freighter
_{3rd of Summer - 9:35 PM}

Men and woman were scattered across the large boat that overlooked Paric and Ayer, keeping a watchful eye on the seas below for any sign of nightly disturbances. Even if the channel was calm this late in the night, there was always risk writhing in the ocean depths, waiting for its chance to strike at any moment. Lily Milia rested her arms against the ship's railing while one of her companions operated a spotlight from a few steps above her. Myti didn't need those pitiful lights to spot anything out in the ocean with their natural night vision, but the Nilliums weren't exactly ready to burst with ranks of feline warriors. Lily was one of only a few that worked under the Don, albeit without a shred of the enthusiasm that initially lead her to join up with one of the gangs south of her homeland. She'd initially thought that joining a group of pirates would be exciting! She thought it was all about sea battles and docking enemy ships! Fighting against the other gangs and causing a ruckus! All that cool stuff! It wasn't. The three local feuding nations had been fighting a cold war for years now. Major conflicts were a thing of the past. None of them possessed the fire-power to wipe the other out, and the ocean was hardly a practical field of battle. Any sort of ruckus on the water's surface was sure enough to attract unwanted attention from some of the larger oceanic beasts. The engines of these freighters, especially the fang, already stirred up a little bit of chaos from time to time, but even that lacked the excitement that this young Myti warrior was looking for. The chance that something actually posing a threat to the larger Nillium ships was practically non-existent. No battles with sea monsters for that little kitty. Not tonight, not ever.

"What's that?" Iggy sputtered, "Lily, take a look." The spotlight creaked to keep aligned with what Iggy had spotted. Lily lazily scanned the water's surface with her eyes, still rested against her fuzzy forearms.

"A Nillium," He yawned, "Little bigger than usual. Maybe it's spawning."

"Yeah-hah! It's about that time of year. A little early though. Poor little guy's all alone." Iggy leaned around the spotlight to get a closer look at the sleek fish that skimmed the surface of Lum's waters. The black-and-white splotches scattered across its spiked spine confirmed it. It was a Nillium, a Male, marked by the waved dorsal fin near the front of its body. It was nearly ten feet in length, and two feet thick. "Chubby bastard. Maybe the ladies would be fixin' for a fuck if ya lost a little weight, tubbs!" Iggy shouted at the water. The Nillium stirred slightly, bending its body towards the boat before diving underwater. Lily sighed.

"You spooked it."

"Whatever."

Paric and Ayer were on the opposite side of the boat as it passed by. One of the spotlights swooped a few feet over their heads, putting them just outside of the ship's view. But the waves from its arcane propulsion system were starting to upset the water. When the ship made its full pass, it might have been a little difficult to keep their boat from tipping if they put too much weight opposite to the freighter's path.

Nillium Encampment, The Sewers
_{3rd of Summer - 9:35 PM}

"You know, sometimes I wonder about myself! Don't you think it's curious, curious that a man would look at his own reflection and forget why he'd sat down? I think it's strange! I forgot already! I forgot!"

The pale-skinned man laughed loudly as he spoke to a bloodied silhouette that hovered inches away from his face. There was an overwhelming stench of feces and torn flesh that flooded the tunnel he'd sat down in. He rose his left hand and licked his palm clean, brushing his tongue across a thick layer of coagulated blood.

"You taste like cinnamon, Reginald. Were you perhaps, I only assume in full earnest rest assured, a virgin soul? Did you habitually scratch your neck? When you were nervous? Did you?"

The bloody face didn't talk back.

"Of course you were! Oh, how quaint! I weep for you, dear Reginald. The touch of a woman, the rush of power that accompanies a courageous thrust towards action, I'm afraid men like you will never get a chance to, never a single chance with such cowardly overtones and vicious contempt lingering in your subconscious, experience such wondrous emotions!" The crazed man suddenly frowned. "Well, clearly. I don't see why I feel the need to point it out. Dead men cannot copulate, claim, crush, or capture captivating occasions." He lowered the face that hung near his own, brushed his left hand across the clean cut that ran straight through his neck to harvest another handful of blood. "You make a terrible conversation partner, Reginald." Without another word, he tossed the decapitated head across the sewer, and sloppily licked the length of his left palm once more. The body part bounced and cracked as it rolled across the cavalcade of mutilated corpses in his wake.

"You Nilliums are all so boring."

Feral Cove, ???
_{3rd of Summer - 9:35 PM}

The Feral cove reached across most of the southern edge of Leias' surrounding forest. A sandy expanse, stopping only for the local encampments, with various rock formations, ruins, and crevices lining its unforgiving shoreline. From where Paric and Ayer floated, it wasn't too far off, sitting relatively calm across the gentle waters of Lum. But its namesake didn't only serve to mock the Myti that lived barbarically to the north and east. The coast was absolutely littered with monsters.

One such creature, the outrageously common Dustilk, hid itself beneath the sands in wait for smaller prey to walk overhead. They were incredibly easy to detect with a sharp eye, making them a non-threat to the educated traveler, but sometime these teeny tiny crab-like buggers would clamp on to the uneducated traveler's ankles and act as a very painful deterrent to wandering the beach.

Dannisus Rexiy was one such traveler. Half-way across the beach, likely in search of something inane, the foolish Myti adventurer had run through several Dustilk while enacting a panicked retreat from what he assumed to be something much more threatening. By the time he'd decided it was safe to stop, four of the inch-wide little beasts were clinging to his ankles with their singular pincers, and trying to work their way past his skin. Unfortunately for them, attacking something that large would only spell their doom. With a painful grunt, the Myti knelt down and crushed the crustaceans one by one with the hilt of his short sword. As one might have expected, they released their grips immediately upon dying.

"Brilliant," he muttered to himself, lightly touching the red cuts around his ankles with one finger. "Brilliant." They might have been relatively harmless little bastards, but Dannisus was not keen on running while there were sharp pains shooting through his feet. The slightest misstep could lead to the gravest of fates in the wild, even for the experienced. He was already practically insane to be traveling on his own through the woods, but if there was anyone capable of keeping themselves hidden from danger while out in the wild, it was a Myti, gender be damned. Dannisus reached into his side pouch and quickly prepped some bandages while keeping his fuzzy ears propped up. As he pressed the bandages against his skin, his tail flailed against the sand erratically. Myti might have been cautious, but they were not known for their pain tolerance. He looked around cautiously while waiting for the pain in his ankles to subside. The ocean caught his attention quicker than anything else though. There was a heavy glint in the distance as ships traversed from island to island as nothing more than unrecognizable blips on the horizon. Dannisus didn't know very much of the Nilliums or their practices, but could assume the origins of those boats pretty easily based on what he'd learned on his visit to one of the rivaling outposts. The Leman gang did not think kindly of them.

Suddenly a storm of possibilities forcibly rammed their way into his head once after another. What if a patrol got too close to shore? Were they perhaps looking for anyone who involved themselves with their opposition? Did he have to worry about anything? Could Nilliums walk on land? The absurdity of his panic spiraled for quite a while until he was able to reset his thoughts. None of that made sense. He'd be fine if he didn't interfere with anything going on out in the channel. That wouldn't be a problem though. Even if he wanted to, how could he? The man couldn't even swim.

Baeshri Hills, West of Centaurus
_{3rd of Summer - 10:40 PM}

Noru spotted the metal glint as Daelin made mention of a more adequate search almost immediately. He agreed that Ellorei's commentary was absolutely unnecessary. The woman had been irritating him this entire time. But he didn't expect much of her. The moment she'd declared herself a 'nomad' was the moment that Noru dismissed her as an untrained barbarian of the wilds. Even though Druids had some honor to their practices, they were chaotic factors that had a lot of potential to make a terrible situation even worse if not guided. Thankfully Daelin had proven himself to be more competent than the likes Captain Copp and Flin. When the stone had fallen on Ellorei's had, he couldn't hold back a smirk himself, though. The fact that he almost let himself chuckle bothered him. It was just a silly coincidence. Nothing more.

From far above where the group walked however, Marilyn hid herself behind a collection of bushes in a panic after knocking one of the pebbles off the edge of her hiding place. That was it, she had to have been spotted despite being so high up! Thankfully though, there was no immediate reaction.

It wouldn't matter to the Myti if they were nearby, but Sasha had retreated in the opposite direction. The only Myti that came towards the hills, was one of her companions that Zay had fought off earlier in the night. The footsteps below made the Pilot panic. She didn't want to get caught out here all alone with a twisted ankle. The girl was barely able to defend herself uninjured! But as long as she followed orders, everything should have gone smoothly.

From where the glint shined however, there was nothing but danger to be found. The Myti that escaped earlier held her dagger at a careful angle from the pitch-black darkness of a small cavern, keeping the rest of his body hidden with a bout of soul magic that prompted invisibility. The amount of focus required was absolutely crucial. One distraction, and she might have been revealed. But even in the darkness, she was confident that nobody would spot her figure until it was too late. When Daelin approached with three others behind him however, she grew the slightest bit anxious, especially when she didn't recognize Ellorei. Regardless, she stood her ground. Making a sudden move now would give her away. Although she could have escape with her superior agility with ease, her orders were clear, and she would never defy Sasha.

Baeshri Pass, Caravan Centaurus
_{3rd of Summer - 11:00 PM}

Daelin's search party had already been gone for half an hour. Zay was able to fall asleep only moments after they left, while Neal rested with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling of the Caravan's interior. With Rem standing watch, it was surely safe. But Neal felt differently. There was no telling what could happen from there on out. What if they Myti came back? Were Druids really trustworthy? Were they even capable of taking a single assassin on? Surely, their powers, much like their morals, had limits.

Less than a kilometer down the path towards the southern trading route, something began to quake the earth. Rem would see it long before the beast reached Centaurus, but it wasn't what one might have expected.

A Single Venbu, much larger than your average specimen, charged down the path as an exceptional speed. Despite its larger size, dull hair coloration, and crooked jawline, the old beast was faster than anything that the Arcadian Caravans had ever had at their stead. But it wasn't pulling anything behind it except a small wooden cart full of men and varied supplies. This wasn't a Venbu assigned to any Caravan that Arcadia had control over. More curious than its cargo, speed, or rugged features however, was how it didn't seem to hold issue with having a saddle strapped to its back.

Atop the rogue Venbu sat a massive human male with a large hammer latched to his back. As he grew closer, Blake noticed Rem before they were able to position themselves for an ambush. He smiled regardless. This was going to be a lot more fun than their previous experiences.

"No tricks this time, fellas!" Blake shouted to his companions riding behind him, "Time for a good old-fashioned brawl!!!"

Berganfont, Lilith's Keg
_{4th of Summer - 9:03 AM}

"I've been alright. Boys are better in the kitchen, gettin' better anyways. Shop's seen a lot of business. Guards stopped coming by ever since Myron-" Lilith cut herself off and leaned against the bar top. "Well, we've been doing good, all around." Lilith forced an exaggerated smile and started making her way down the counter top with her rag again, moving away from Shane. "Should only be a few minutes til' the boys are done."

Berganfont, Under the Town Bridge
_{4th of Summer - 9:03 AM}

The gap between Berganfont's low houses and high houses was like a dirty crevice in the earth. Bricks staggered as the roads ended, and water drained down here until it left the city through one of the two flood-paths. But it was wide enough for a few delinquents to seek refuge from the guard, even if it was a little smelly, and wet. The place acted as a drain for the sewer system, after all. Anyone hiding down here would be sacrificing their sanity. It wasn't like they were able to use the tunnels under Berganfont to make their way around, anyways. They were way to small for most people to fit through.

Kids like Matthew didn't have that problem at all.

He was acrobatic for a kid of 16, but maybe that was to be expected of an Eldi. Climbing off of the bridge and getting down into the Sewage Crevice was no big deal. This is where he'd usually relax after scoring a big haul, since no adults would even think about falling into the slippery pit to go after him. One wrong move spelled death, and the only way back to the surface world was through the tiny sewers, or out the Flush Gates. Taking their only viable exit would not only put adults in the wilds, but it would land them in a disgusting lake of sewage and mud. All kinds of nasty creatures liked to lurk around the sewage that nations produced, and although a few of them were friendly, there were plenty that wouldn't differentiate between humanoids and trash.

Matthew poked his hand into the pouch that he'd stolen from one of the town's priests with an eager expression on his face. He pulled out a handful of silver, gold, and... A single black gem. Part of him was immediately intrigued by it, but the other half of him was immediately curious with how much it might have sold for. Even without it, he would be able to eat for a few days with that money! Matthew sighed with a smile and put the contents of the pouch away while resting against the slanted wall of the crevice. A surge of sewage landed on his head from above from one of the many holes behind him moments later, though, sending him into a flurry of sputtering and coughs. Right, he'd almost forgotten where he was for a second there.

All alone in the gutters like a rat.

Bad Movies Worth Talking About (Hotel Artemis & Bright)

Bright was a terrible movie, but I’ll admit it was an absurd enough concept to be entertaining. It’s just another example of why Will smith is not as good of an actor as people say he is though. Every other sub-par name in that movie almost outshines him when she should be the brightest guy on set. Its exceptionally stereotypical narrative on racism still makes me a little sad. But I wasn’t expecting much when I saw that it was going to try and mash two diametrically opposed genres together. It was like throwing a rocks and glass into a blender.

New star wars movies are good tho js. Probably compete with the original movies in a lot of regards, which for the record, were flooded with inconsistencies and were not nearly as good as people like to think. But I don’t think star wars was ever defined by its exceptional plot. It was always a fun little series with cool ideas that rarely broke immersion to me.

The Political Thread

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Isn't that an appeal to accomplishment?

@catchamber

No, it is not. Rather, it implies the opposite.

1. Y person claims X is true.
2. Y person has insufficient knowledge on X.

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∴ X is false.

Of course, in this case, one would have to argue that person Y is in fact lacking knowledge. I can see where your confusion comes up, though. What I am referring to are individuals who automatically assume that their arguments are correct, and criticize others for holding different stances. This is commonly referred to as being a twat. It's similar to the fallacy that you're referring to, except it's... It doesn't even try to make sense.

Claiming that an argument on economics for example holds any ground without presenting an adequate amount of evidence, which requires one to be sufficiently learned in the complex nature of wealth and how an entire country interacts with it, is a foolish and short-sighted claim to make. But despite this being a very common trend, people assume themselves to be in the right very adamently, hence the context of my earlier comment. The reason I dismiss most political arguments stems from the fact that I have no interest in the excruciatingly nebulous cluster fuck of conflicting ideas that all seem to hold weight on the political spectrum, and this is made even worse by the slews of morons who think they know anything about anything, and explicitly assert themselves as trustworthy sources of information.

People like that are toxic for three reasons.

1. They are charismatic.
2. They are often wrong.
3. People will believe them without thinking twice due to their charisma.

When I note a political background as something that implies a greater knowledge, I am in fact referring to an environment full of individuals who have a history in rigorous study of politics and economics, not some internet tough guy/girl who works at home-depot and occasionally reads biased news sources/biased articles in his spare time.

It seems that, most of the time anyways, you cannot trust a seemingly trustworthy body of knowledge when it often conflicts so heavily with another, especially in social politics. For every ten reasonably thought out theses on one side of an argument, there are ten equally reasonable papers on another side.

Then again, adamantly taking a 'side' in politics is in fact, outrageously ignorant.

Caravan: Resurrection

Smor'Gen'Blok's Lower Tunnels, Kul Hearthsite
_{3rd of Summer - 10:22 AM}

Za'Kul's words were not met with any objection. A few Wor stayed behind with the men who tried to stop his progression, while nearly everyone else trusted his words and followed the Kul Tribesmen without a second though. As they progressed, some of their pathways were blocked. Za'Kul knew the Lower tunnels, but the fastest way back to his tribe was no longer accessible. It forced him and his new group to take a few roundabout tunnels. They passed through a few low tribes on their way down, but were not stopped as long as they kept to the public paths. Some of the caved-in tunnels underneath Wor had been coated in dried blood. At one point, one of the Lok'Sha could have sworn they saw the outline of a shoulder hidden beneath the rocks. It was a horrific trip, but eventually, they were able to reach Za'Kul's home, where Ju'Kul and his father were waiting patiently for his return.

Ju'Kul raised his head and smiled, but his expression went blank when he saw many Wor tribesmen following him into the caverns. Several of the Kul gathered nearby and stared as they stepped across the dark cave. Za'Kul's father was still sitting by the hearthstone, granting it mana as they entered the cave.

Nillium Encampment, The Burroughs
_{3rd of Summer - 9:25 PM}

Paric and Ayer's descent towards the small boat went off without a hitch. It was a little treacherous to be climbing down the slippery wooden poled that supported the dock, but with the aid of both the nails lining the pole, and the thick ropes that kept the ships in place nearby, they were able to make it down unscathed, and unnoticed. By the time they reached the boat, a few guards were addressing their Captain. The Fang was scheduled to leave port that night, but with the ruckus that Ayer stirred with his recent escape, plans were pushed back. Now they were mean to leave at sunrise, but Julius was a few leaves too deep into his little hobby to care.

"Yeah, yeah. Check it again. Check again and then tell me when you've checked it. One more time." The men around Julius looked at each other in dismay. They'd checked the Arcane reactor ten times in the past four hours. It was usually common practice to triple-check those massive mana batteries, but with nothing else to do aside from keeping an eye out, Julius decided it was best to be extra safe. Of course, commanding his men to perform back-to-back safety checks was keeping them from their duties to look over the boardwalk. The Captains of Nillium, despite their fearsome capabilities, were largely inadequate in properly performing their duties. Henry and the Don were the only two keeping things in order around the small town. But both men were no where near the two escaping fugitives so late in the night. Don was busy with his own personal tasks, and Henry was still searching the mainland like a loyal hound.

They has successfully escaped mainland, and not a moment too soon...

The Lum Channel, One KM from Nillium's Docks
_{3rd of Summer - 9:32 PM}

Lum's open waters were often calmer during the evening and late night. Nillium Sharks wouldn't surface to feed until at least 4 in the afternoon usually, and some of the larger aquatic creatures kept to themselves unless provoked by the uneducated fishermen. The Nilliums had learned this the hard way in the past, but it was common knowledge to all practiced fishermen that one should not go poking around in open waters carelessly. Colossal beasts were far too common, and without any land to stand on, small vessels were practically floating snacks for them. Paric and Ayer were fortunate to be out in the beginning of summer. The weather would be calm for weeks to come. Unfortunately for them, they were still technically in Nillium territory. A significant portion of the Lum Channel was under the gang's control in the east, but going too far west would put the men in Brephio territory.

If they could navigate their way to mainland without getting spotted by the ships headed back to Nillium from their outpost on Barlo Island, it would be a clean shot straight through the forest, in theory.

Assuming they didn't get eaten on the way through, that is.

Baeshri Pass, Caravan Centaurus
_{3rd of Summer - 10:31 PM}

Noru followed after Daelin as he lead the way, keeping an eye on Ellorei, or Ell as she preferred, as she stepped in front of him. He knew a great deal about the Druids, and their tendency towards neutrality and kindness above all else. But even within the ranks of those who loved nature, there were rotten roots. Druids were the source of many a conflict in the north. Conflicts that were rarely recorded in the history books. Although he'd never met a Druid personally, there was a creeping suspicion lingering in the back of his mind that these two were a little too coincidental to have arrived when they were down and our of luck.

But perhaps their luck was in fact, just that good.

Berganfont, Lilith's Keg
_{4th of Summer - 9:02 AM}

Lilith didn't respond to Shane straight away. Something else was on here mind. With two kids to take care of, and an unpredictable source of income, there was always something on her mind. But she was usually an expert at hiding her woes behind a smile. Today was a little different. She scrubbed the already-shining bar top and glanced at Shane. Her hands stopped and she torqued her neck to the side. "Yeah," She mumbled, "Weather's been nice for a while." Her hand revved back into motion without a second thought as her focused drifted away from Shane. It crossed her mind that she'd been the one to invite him over to the bar. It was a reflex, mostly. Lilith liked to keep her customers in a good mood, and she knew a lot of them came by just to talk with her. But the air was thicker today. Something about it made it hard to breath. At least, that's how she felt. It was all in her head.

After an uncomfortable pause, she stopped rubbing the counter and put both hands on her hips with a triumphant little nod. "Right, there's a well cleaned counter," she said quietly with an awkward little twitch in her eyes. She looked at Shane and smiled. "How's business for you, Shane? Jim been paying well?" She looked past him at the doorway every few seconds with a nervous glint in her eye. "He's a stingy bastard."

Berganfont, High House Plaza
_{4th of Summer - 9:01 AM}

"That's enough," Guardswoman Miatha hissed, clutching a little boy's forearm in her paw with a vice grip. Little Matthew cried out in objection at his apprehension, struggling in the Myti's grip with all of his might. The little Eldi boy was absolutely furious. "Stop it!" Miatha suddenly yanked on his arm with a great deal of force, lifting him off the ground for a second and dropping him again. His knees hit the pavement and he went limp for a few seconds before regaining his footing and stumbling along. "I'm not putting up with this anymore. You're going to the Cathedral. They'll teach you not to steal from the-" Suddenly Matthew bit into Miatha's furry hand and tore into her flesh. The woman's cat-like yowl erupted across the entire plaza, catching many eyes. But when she pulled her hand up to inspect the injury, her prisoner was free to bolt his way to freedom towards the bridge that lead to Berganfont's Low Houses. She didn't chase after him, but stood her ground with an angry snarl as blood dripped from her index finger. "If I see you again, I'm putting you in handcuffs Matty!" Matthew ignored her threat and rose his middle finger behind him as he darted off.

"Try it furball!"

Miatha really hated that kid.

Caravan: Resurrection

@GingerBoi123 Yeah, slots are slots my dude. If you need any help with lore, character creation, etc, you can ask via this OOC, PMs, or the discord chat. Our discord is the fastest way to get things in order, but everything works.