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4 yrs ago
Current Boy, you're like a pizza cutter: all edge and no point.
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4 yrs ago
I think I should write a pithy roleplay about how an expenditure of effort does not entitle you to your perception of an equivalent reward. Anyone know someone who'd be interested?
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5 yrs ago
Okay, let's be honest for a second here, if we stop the status bar from being edgy angst land it really doesn't have anything going for it except sheer autism.
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6 yrs ago
Does anyone know where you can get a white trilby embroidered with threatening messages? Asking for a friend.
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6 yrs ago
My genius truly knows no bounds. Only an intellect as glorious as mine can possibly G3T K1D.
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The smoke-filled lair of Dormeria was metaphorically ablaze with activity - fairies of all shapes and sizes whizzed around the musty air, occasionally stopping to admire one of the crystalline statues that populated the walls, and stopping to pick up pouches of decidedly questionable substances before whizzing off through the veiled entrance. Meanwhile, the unmistakable form of the resident Gorgon peered over a stone cauldron, mixing sweet-smelling liquids and flowers and herbs together into what would be a potent concoction. The recipient of the brew was stood a few paces away from Dormeria, sure not to gaze upon her face, idly fidgeting with the coinpurse that he held - obviously frightened that one or more of the fairies would take it from him before he could offer payment to the alchemist working her magic.

"To fall in love, or to fall in lust?" came the sultry-sounding voice, calling from the cauldron and turning her head to face the young man. He quickly averted his gaze in a panic, not wanting to even chance looking into Dormeria's eyes, before stammering out a "... lust, please..." and blushing fiercely, matching the shade of the ruby statuette beside him.

"Hmm... Yes, I know what you seek. He's very pretty, but his persuasions are... A little different to your own. I understand. Do you want him to remember?"

"... Can you make him like it?"

"There are few things I cannot do, little one... The question is - how will you pay? My prices are steep for services so potent as what you desire, and I do not always accept mere gold."

His blush reddened even further and his breathing intensified. What if he couldn't pay her with the money he had? What if she didn't want gold? He couldn't afford any more than he had, and if he failed to pay... His life in Tiaquin would be ruined, he'd never st-

"But I can make you an offer, little Niall. I want you to take my potion and enjoy the night it will give you - and after you and he are both spent and lying on whatever surface you choose to defile, you will take a single lock of his hair and bring it to me... And then you will find a stranger in the streets - one who is enjoying Tiaquin's vibrant night life - and bring him to me. I desire another statuette for my collection." She almost taunted, interrupting his little panic with a small flask carved out of diamond that looked exactly like a rose. It was more valuable than anything the boy could ever have offered her, but Dormeria's motives were unknowable - why she would help the young lad at cost to her was a mystery to all but the gorgon herself.

"... Okay... But w-"

"Shh... Take it and put these concerns to the side while you enjoy your night. Our business can be concluded after you have used my potion."

And with that, the young boy left the hazy room. Dormeria's next customer could be just as lucky, or perhaps it was unlucky? She could never remember how her little bargains ended up for parties that were not her.
I'm still waiting on news of whether or not I'm actually in your squad because people keep cropping up implying they want a place and not getting back to me about it. xD

You can post again talking with Isao, though.
Of course <3

Express drug mule services are a valuable commodity :3
No reason not to go partay and see if she /can/ do anything for you anyway! She's got quite the reputation in Tiaquin, so if you feel like interacting, just get a post up and I'll reply :D
@Aristo - If you have reason to visit an oracle/drug dealer/alchemist in Tiaquin, I'd be happy to start off with you. :D
Why not everyone? :D

It's not like evil people tend to care that much who they're allies with if they don't have to share loot and have roughly the same goals :p
Slightly evil schmightly evil. :P

Evil's evil!
After having completed her rounds to her other students' living areas, Kyō headed back to the first that she had designated for an initial meeting - Nara, Shiō. The surgeon's training grounds next to her surgery were fairly well kept, but it was fairly easy for Kyō to simply stride in and do whatever she wanted. That was a point that she would need to bring up to the young woman - security was paramount in the dire situation that the village had found itself in. Kyō's being called upon was a sign that the strife was at such a level that it needed to be cut down, swiftly and brutally, and harmony needed to be restored urgently. In some ways, the presence of the Twin Sages was one of rebirth.

Kyō waited for a few minutes before Shiō stepped into the grounds, a few seconds early, and waited. Neither of them spoke a word until six thirty exactly, and then the silence was broken by the mutual call of:

"Hello."

Kyō smiled - her first student was precisely on time and had a sufficient level of respect for social conventions. People who talked out of place and out of time were prone to errant thoughts that could detract from their training - they were poorly equipped to deal with the rigours of a regimented training routine. Kyō would remove these weaknesses from her underlings by any means necessary, using physical force and psychological pressure tactics if it came down to it. There was no excuse for a lack of respect, especially not given the darker climate that had seemed to settle over the village over the prior few days.

"You're on time. Good. You display the proper respect for routine and social convention. Good. As I'm sure you know, my name is Kyō - I am one of the last few Senju, the Bamboo Sage, and I am your new Sensei. Forget everything about whatever assignments you had before, for they are no longer in any state of being meaningful. You're a Medical Ninja, which admittedly is not my specialty, but I will teach you the discipline and fine control necessary to progress in your studies... But first, I must measure how disciplined you currently are. I am going to create nine hundred and ninety nine sticks of bamboo, and then I will throw this stick:" - she gestured to the stick she was holding - " into the pile. You will find this stick for me. Go."

With that, Kyō stomped her right foot into the ground, creating a small forest of upright bamboo around the two of them in order to obscure Shiō's vision of both her and her Ouku no Ne, and then stomped again, cutting them all down while simultaneously throwing her stick into the huge mass that had been created. Each stick was identical in every way, and in truth, there was no easy way to discern between them. There were ways, but they were convoluted and complex. The purpose of the exercise was not necessarily to see if Shiō could find the Ouku no Ne, but to test other factors about her personality. What constituted as passing the test and failing the test were known only to Kyō.
You could also have it be that they still have that angelic potential, but it was sealed away rather than stripped? You can keep yourself slowly increasing in power as the RP progresses then, and it gives you some interesting history/plot points to build on. :D

I can also work with you on that if you want to include someone else, but it's really up to you either way c:
Except for the Neutral Evil Assasin Sage Gorgon.

They're pretty fuckin' evil. :D
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