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heh
found this funny.
OOC -- You accusingly say to StoryBuilder Nyx, "Your secretly killing me." OOC -- StoryBuilder Nyx says to you, "I am. Really sorry. |
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#737
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I really didn't know...
> apply template to backs
Chinco allows you to apply him. You move from a western alleyway to Chinco. You apply your tattoo template to Chinco's strong, faintly-scarred back. You trace through your tattoo template, marking Chinco's strong, faintly-scarred back. OOC -- You say, "NO!!!" OOC -- You say, "SHIT!!!" OOC -- You say, "Fudge that was an oopsy!" OOC -- Chinco says, "*eyeshift*" OOC -- You say, "Shit shit shit!" OOC -- You say, "I thought we needed the artist?" OOC -- You say, "*crys and fears chinkies*" Virendra arrives through a western alleyway. Virendra nods to the west commons anew. > examine chinco's back You examine Chinco's tattooed strong, faintly-scarred back. A strong, faintly-scarred tattooed back. It has been tattooed with an anchor comprised of light blue ink and edged in red. In maritime lore, this symbol represents the success of a seaman upon the ocean. It is said to guarantee stability and security in the physical world, and, by extension, also steadfastness, hope, and trust. Chinco just stares at you. OOC -- Virendra says to Chinco, "*points and laughs*" OOC -- You stressfully say, "*gasps*" OOC -- Chinco says, "You had to do an anchor? That's not even cool!" OOC -- You say, ">.> this never happened!" OOC -- You say, "Can't I like...tattoo over it or something?" OOC -- Virendra says, "Maddy, why did you have those tattoo templates in the first place?" OOC -- You say, "I was curious!" OOC -- Virendra says, "So you tattoo'd Chinco?" Madalina possibly found it in the Sailors Guild inventory and decided she had rights.w OOC -- You say to Chinco, "Um....Sorry?" A little brown tuatara arrives through the center of the common area. OOC -- Chinco says, "You should be!" A tuatara chases an insect futilely. > @ooc chinco "I...will assist promptly. |
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#738
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> Lialessa tilts her head at her plain leather doll, "Poor thing, abandoned simply because you are plain..."
> Lialessa examines her plain leather doll. > Lialessa twitches her whiskers at her plain leather doll, "And blind apparently." > Lialessa tosses a plain leather doll in a donation box then, "Useless."
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#739
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Taraji peeks at you, "Nah, nah. I mean t'die. 'Member? Y'hired th'cats s'y'could rid th'word o'us."
> You mention to Taraji amusedly, "Nah, that's just a side bonus." Taraji grunts at you, "If'n w'die, y'gonna miss us." > You consider Taraji's words, "I don't know what I would do if I lost you all. I'd probably get some more mercenaries to replace you. But there would be a five minute waiting period where I would simply be inconsolable." |
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#740
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OOC -- Lidia says to Clover, "Shut you pie hole you gawdy show horse! :P"
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Nan sighs at Chinco, "Your being good aren't you?"
You ask Opal, "Will you look at my mouth? It won't stop bleedin." Opal blinks at you, "What happened?" Chinco blinks at Nan, "I am always good." You tell Opal, "Chinco punched me." Chinco twitches his attentive ears aside at your words. Opal gapes at your heart-shaped mouth, "...Chinco did that with his fist?" Chinco innocently bares his smile at Nan. |
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#742
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[OOC Page] from [Asha]: " I found a skink and am able to pick it up, are they suppose to be like that? I wasnt sure if it was just a skink that was accidently left out or somthing.. or if its meant to be like that."
[OOC Page] accepted by Asha: "Is it dead?" [OOC Page] from [Asha]: " nope" > +go asha Asha hands her silver skink to you. You drop a silver skink. You haul a silver skink up onto your shoulders. Asha smirks. OOC -- You say, "Wow. Um....thanks. I have no idea" You tell your silver skink, "You're coming with me." StoryGuide Meerclar's silver skink leaves through StoryGuide Meerclar. You eep. Asha chuckles. You claw at your diminutive athletic body, "Where did it go?" Asha blinks. You say, "I can't leave through my own body, please leave through me?" Asha shifts her almond brown eyes, " lol eather that was some wierd emote you just did or your set as a portal? lol." You say, "Someone set me as a portal. Can you please leave through me so I can jump to join you?" Asha blinks. Asha leaves through StoryGuide Meerclar. > +go asha You find yourself standing in a brightly lit laboratory room, used for designing new species of animals for IronClaw Online. You eye a silver skink, "bad skink." |
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#743
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Ok this was good timing
Virendra continues anyway, "Bring back, bring back, bring back my body to me, to ME!" A pleading sound invades your ears. Virendra twitches his attentive ears. Virendra defies a small, unkempt graveyard, "No! I will not stop!" > OOC -- You say, "LOL the Pleading voice STOP PLEASE" A pleading sound invades your ears. Virendra sings more, "Come on and bring your shovels, we're out for trouble and fright!" Virendra continues, "We'll take all that we can carry from the old sanitary toniiiiight!"
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That's right, everyone.
That is not dead which may eternal lie and with strange singing even death may die. Virendra's singing > Dead People
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#745
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Yeah, I was alone and bored...
A gold skink arrives through an old door leading to the Severed Tail. You point to a gold skink, "Gold." You thumb your emerald iridescent goldweave long jacket, "Gold." You bare your gold-capped teeth, "Gold." You tap your gold Zeiss Company ring, "Gold." You flick your decorated gold barpin, "Gold." You fiddle with your gold silk waist sash, "Gold."
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OOC -- Doctor Hush says, "he eats blackholes"
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OBVIOUSLY!! >.> still found it amusing!!!
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Esquire Tara di Draco (Meepers) Love has no past no future. It is here in the present so you must savor each and ever moment of it before it slips away. |
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Chinco suddenly wiggles his hips and a mahogany bench, "Oye como Va..."
You wobble with a mahogany bench unexpectedly. Virendra appears to be disturbed. You almost spill your tumbler of whiskey. Virendra shifts eastward, "I'm going over here." Virendra leaves through the center of the common area. Chinco helplessly amuses himself, "Heh." You peer at Chinco peripherally, "Did you just try to copulate with the bench?" Chinco wrinkles his prominent muzzle at your words, "I've no need for splinters." You squint at Chinco's rump and a mahogany bench, "The stone one has a nice rear-end indentation." Chinco quirks his arched right eyebrow smirkingly at you. You amusedly lift your almond amber eyes to Chinco's face, "You can ask Virendra to borrow some of his oils." You call to the center of the common area already, "Wolf! This other gnatty, raggety wolf needs to borrow your oils for your rear!" A Tube of waxy paraffin comes flying through the center of the common area, landing nearby. Virendra arrives through the center of the common area. Virendra tells the west commons bluntly, "I want it back when you're done." |
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#748
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Lord Otto von Samstag growls annoyedly, "Vot sort uf assassin dies before Hy get to interrogate him?"
later, when the Rinaldi fleet arrives: Lord Otto von Samstag squints at Lord Marcus and Doctor Jahren, "If dey attack us it vill be a very bad day." ...Esquire Lianaar reminds Lord Otto von Samstag, "Lord Marcus is from my house." Esquire Lianaar reassures Lord Otto von Samstag trustingly, "My house will not attack us." Lord Otto von Samstag agrees with Esquire Lianaar, "A very bad day." |
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#749
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Marea grins amusedly, "All I ken about tha lass es she's got a fine pair of legs and a sweet way about her."
You grin at Marea amusedly, "Yup. That she does." > Marea snickers. You admit honestly, "I've never had the chance to test those legs out...but I'm sure they work fine." You wink at Marea. > Marea hears you. > Marea grins amusedly, "Ye ought, I reckon ye'd be the first." You inform Marea now, "I've recently taken a vow of abstinance...so...I really shouldn't." > Marea squints at you. Marea moves from a thin oak door to Virendra. > Marea walks to you. You peek at Marea. > Marea sets her portrait of Feverrette at her strong feet. > Marea straightens. > Marea then pats your right shoulder, "Thas a pity mate, trly when a bloke es driven to tha." > Marea leans again. > Marea lifts her portrait of Feverrette. You blink at Marea, "A pity? Driven to it? Marea, what do you think happened?" > Marea tucks her portrait of Feverrette under her right arm. > Marea sadly sympathizes, "I assume ye were...wounded aye...." You shift your gimlet amethyst eyes, "Wounded?" > Marea nods slowly, "And reckon when a bloke es harmed as sech..." You peek at your groin. > Marea shakes her head sadly, "Ets a damned shame." You groan at Marea, "It's nothing like that." > Marea sniffles lightly, "Yer so brave...." You grunt at Marea, "My member is in top-notch working order, thank you very much." > Marea shushes at you gently, "No no...dun say another word...ets fine...I believe ye.." > Marea tisks gently. You just stare at Marea. > Marea murmurs to herself, "Poor bloke es delerious." > OOC -- Marea says, " -dies-" OOC -- You say, "This is hilarious. XD" > OOC -- Marea says, " i cant breathe lol...mmmmeh!" You rub your forehead, "Ehh..." > Marea shushes at you gently, "Ye jest...do what ye can...tha's all the world can ask of ye now...ye ...be strong....be strong..." You squint at Marea, "Really. It's just fine. I'm just keeping it caged for a while." > Marea shakes her right fist encouragingly. > Marea waves off to you, "Ye ain gotta explain yerself te the likes of me." > Marea wipes her sharp, vivid, azure left eye tearily. You rub your gimlet amethyst eyes long-sufferingly, "Ugh..." > Marea averts her sharp, vivid, azure eyes dramatically, "Oi ye, Imma go..sell thes ugly shite..."
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You sigh disappointedly at your pale purple satin-bound book on Entomological Studies.
The pamphlet does not react to you in any way except to look more daunting and self-assured in its knowledge. My book...is gloating. |
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