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Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

What if instead of issuing a fight declaration I merely insinuate he won’t be able to attend his own funeral.

@Fading Memory

... I'm not entirely sure what that means, but I am more than a little terrified.

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

Well, at least we're getting the bar fight out of the way before we get to Revelhome.

Trust me, Riaen wasn't kidding about when she said Madam Milani doesn't tolerate rowdy customers. You do NOT want to even imply you're going to start a bar fight over there.

Pokemon: Dream

Jill Brookes

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Location: Abandoned Stellar Toy Co. Factory Mentions: @Savo @Rune_Alchemist @Vertigo @Crusader Lord

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Oleander glanced over at Yuu as the boy approached, a hint of wariness in its single eye. It listened to his words without sound or movement, besides the slightest bobbing up and down in the air as it hovered, and once he'd finished, it made no response nor didn't expression change to signify that Yuu was correct in his assumptions. However, when the boy and his Pokemon went after the rest of the group, the magnemite did finally take this as its cue to follow and floated quietly yet quickly after them.

After all, no matter its feelings towards these humans and their Pokemon, they didn't exactly want to be left behind.

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As Jill entered the doorway to the next room, the first thing she saw was Chloe... crouched next to a bunch of Pikachu plushies, which seemed to have made the other girl quite giddy. Right, Pikachu was quite a popular Pokemon if Jill recalled correctly. The few times her grandparents had taken her to a city, it wasn't uncommon to find the mouse Pokemon's likeness on a variety of advertisements and merchandise. She didn't really understand why, though. Sure, Pikachu was a cute Pokemon, but she didn't find them significantly cuter than a lot of other Pokemon.

Regardless, Jill did approach Chloe, crouching down next to her to better look at the plushies. Aster, still twitching in her trainer's arms, scrunched up her nose at the toys, practically fixing one with a death glare. She really didn't appreciate the way it was looking at her.

When Clarissa and Yuu entered the room, Jill looked over her shoulder at them, tilting her head at Clarissa specifically. "Something... wrong?" she said. She then watch as Yuu walked over to them, crouching on the other side of Chloe and beginning to scan the plushie with his pokedex. According to him, one of the plushies was actually a Pokemon in disguise. While she was listening to him, however, she was not paying attention to Aster, who had taken that moment to slip out of her arms, approach one of the nearby plushie and proceeded to give it a good whack with tail-hand, attempting to send it flying, preferably at one or more of the other plushes. That would teach them to give her the stink eye!

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Jub to Brutrumukk, as Aaliyah is reading off a list of rules which will have big consequences if even one is broken:

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Jub the Peculiar

The whole time Aaliyah was listing off the rules, Jub was side-eying Brutrumukk to make sure the gnome was paying attention. Thankfully, the former bugbear neither seemed to interrupt or dismiss any of her warnings, and the two started following after the girl as she lead them through the palace. "Yes, it's the reason we ended up crashing," Jub added after Brutrumukk's question as he begins surveying his surroundings. "It just appeared and destroyed our balloon before promptly disappearing. It didn't appear to have wings or anything, so who knows where it got to."

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

There were only two merchants there when Brutrumukk and Jub were there. ;)

@Guardian Angel Haruki

Yep.

There SURE was.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

"We will remember the gift you have given. If we may, I believe my companions and I would like to visit the thunder cloud as I have heard there is a merchant there."

@Lurking Krog

Hah... there sure was a merchant store there.

With three whole merchants.

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Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

Alright I will need an additional day, my sense of time has yet again failed me

@Fading Memory

It's fiiiine. Happens to all of us.

Household Adventures, a Two Little Mice game

Having to think of a mystery of the top of my head, even as someone who enjoys mystery stories, was very tricky. I hope that didn't contradict or cause problems for any sort of lore, Fading. ^^; Do tell me if needs to be changed at all.

Household Adventures, a Two Little Mice game

While in the midst of a mystery, you'd find fewer more animated or verbose than Artemisia Beltrami. The detective's thoughts were never calm at the best of times, but when stuck on a particularly difficult puzzle, they were practically a whirlwind. Her body would jerk around like a marionette as it struggled to keep up with her line of thinking, and words would pour from her mouth in a stream of consciousness as she exposited on whatever poor souls (usually Margerie) happened to be around at the time. Of course, in classic detective fashion, she saved her best theatrics for the denouement: the moment when she would explain how the crime had been done, who had done it and why.

Unfortunately, for Artie, in this moment, she was not in the midst or the end of a mystery, but a social encounter where she desperately trying to make a good impression on the immediate family of her most cherished (and longest enduring) employee.

Needless to say, she was very much not in her element. She'd been unusually quiet during a lot of the conversation, her usually sharp focus dulled as she did her best to listen to the story told by Margerie's father, but instead found her mind wandering in several directions simultaneously. Her eyes kept darting around the room, surveying the other customers around the Blue Rat inn, constantly wondering to herself "What's your story?" and her right hand started tapping more and more rapidly on the table as minutes went past.

Margerie must have noticed this because she gave Artemisia a hard but discreet kick under the table as Bartholomew was drawing to the end of his story, and the sluagh's focus quickly snapped back to her present company, just in time for the ordering of drinks and to hear the older boggart's question.

"Oh err, yes... you wouldn't happen to have warm drinks here, like, say a mug of tea?" she asked Elizabeth. "If not, err, just water is fine for me too."

"I'll have something a little stronger," Margerie said, which earned her a raised eyebrow from Artie. "What? I'm on holiday."

Artie gave a small sigh before turning her attention back to Bartholomew. "Anyhow, err, cases in Viletia. Yes," she said, and then paused for a moment as she had sort through her tangle of thoughts. While she normally remembered these things quite clearly, the unfamiliar surroundings seem to be muddying her mind.

Evidently, she must have taken to long, before Margerie chimed in again. "Tell them about the one with the missing opera singer," she said. "That's always a good one."

"Oh, yes, that one," Artie said, the fog in her mind dissipating somewhat thanks to her assistant's prompt. She began regaling the story of how she, on one of their less busy weeks, decided to surprise Margerie and a friend of hers (who Artemisia kept misnaming much Margerie's chagrin) with tickets to a famous opera, where the main star mysteriously vanished mid-performance.

Literally. As in, she was meant to disappear in a puff of smoke at just before the interval, and she did. Then the rest of the troupe couldn't seem locate her afterwards, meaning the rest of the performance was promptly cancelled as everyone scrambled to find out what in the House had just happened.

"It was genuinely one of my most interesting cases," Artemisia continued. "And one where I frequently found myself stumped. It was actually your daughter's keen attention to detail that helped me more than once during that time."

"Oh stop," said Margerie with false bashfulness, giving her boss a light, playful slap on the shoulder.

Well, it was meant to be light and playful. Since Margerie was a good deal stronger than her twig of an employer, everyone could see Artie visibily wince as she made contact, though she tried her best to play it off, even as she rubbing her arm thinking 'There's going to be a bruise there tomorrow, I just know it.'