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"It concerns me that you just said that, but how long have you been trying to start that fire exactly? If you haven't started it now, then I'm pretty sure it won't start."
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Blydden
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Name: Blydden
Age: 16
Agenda: Knowledge
Blydden sits in a dark corner booth in a midnight blue cloak, reading an array of books and writing an array of complex, mathematical texts. He looks over at today's crowd.
"Less crazy than usual, that's a good sign I suppose..." he mumbled to himself. He was instantly distasteful of the person who wanted to set something on fire, however. Arson was quite rude and crude, in his experience, or at least, people telling him such.
He returned to writing and reading, making himself scarce, all to be heard aside mumbling, the scribble of his quill and the flipping of pages. Which would be hard to hear considering the bustle.
Age: 16
Agenda: Knowledge
Blydden sits in a dark corner booth in a midnight blue cloak, reading an array of books and writing an array of complex, mathematical texts. He looks over at today's crowd.
"Less crazy than usual, that's a good sign I suppose..." he mumbled to himself. He was instantly distasteful of the person who wanted to set something on fire, however. Arson was quite rude and crude, in his experience, or at least, people telling him such.
He returned to writing and reading, making himself scarce, all to be heard aside mumbling, the scribble of his quill and the flipping of pages. Which would be hard to hear considering the bustle.
Coming back from the stove, he sneaked up to the lady, who was visibly surprised. After they finished their meal, Creamy turned to the man trying to set a fire. "Why sir, have you maybe not thought about the fact that rubbing your hat against the wood might not do the trick? Here, borrow this candle.", he said to the man. I hope you don't mind, milady?", he asked the lady.
DuffTime wrote:
ok ok plz carry me omg
i was only waiting for you to ask
Temzilla wrote:
Too hot to be icecream.
Luther3000 wrote:
He looks like a hair gel advert on legs
Toshabi wrote:
Icecreamy, with hair as slick and smooth as the ocean waves of Cocobana
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I need no wimpy candle. I will burn it... WITH SOME HAIR! YES, THAT'S IT!"
*Proceeds to clip hair and uses it for kindling. Sparks fly from his hand as he uses arcane means to light things up in here...#
*Proceeds to clip hair and uses it for kindling. Sparks fly from his hand as he uses arcane means to light things up in here...#
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Blydden
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Blydden sighed deeply. "Morons...ahem."
He did not want to deal with such a lunatic. He hoped someone else would fix it. Hopefully with some form of decapitation or other mutilation.
He was finishing the last pages of note writing and book reading...perhaps before then someone would be sensible enough to do something. Perhaps the bartender.
He did not want to deal with such a lunatic. He hoped someone else would fix it. Hopefully with some form of decapitation or other mutilation.
He was finishing the last pages of note writing and book reading...perhaps before then someone would be sensible enough to do something. Perhaps the bartender.
Name: Omagma
Age: 16
Agenda: He do not know anymore.
Omagma sat by his regular table, in the middle of the tavern.
Omagma looked up from the glass he just finished drinking.
"Another day... another bunch of wack-jobs" he says to himself.
Omagma had lost count of how long he had been in this tavern. but if anyone had to know, then it had to be him... he was the one that build this place after all.
"Can i get a Malibu-Cola please" A young man says over the counter.
"coming right up sir" the bartender applied.
he looked at the young man, he started to approach a attractive young woman.
Omagma was unsure about his own age "i guess that is what happens when you sleep in a tavern that have no time..." he said to himself.
But if he had to guess, he had be around the young mans age... or so he hopes he is.
He lays back in his chair and looks op in the ceiling.
From the tavern ceiling, a weird statue hangs.
Omagma remembers when he had build it, the crono watch.
This was the thing that stopped it all from taking effect, stopped it all from... exciting.
Earlier that day, another young man that went by the name "Calibern" had entered the tavern.
Omagma had never seen that fellow before, he became curios. later that night, Calibern had pulled his weapon in front of a bunch of lunatics and weirdos... of course no one responded to his actions, since drawing a weapon is nothing special in this tavern.
Omagma made eye contact whit the young man, he knew the young man was looking for secrets... and Omagma knew plenty.
He waved the young man to his table, he did not answer.
Later that night, a man started to set the tavern on fire. Omagma had seen some weird people, but this man was in the top 10... trying to burn down and tavern that in reality do not exits... was just pointless...
A young man that looked like he favored books, tried to talk the lunatic out of it, but failed.
Omagma pics up his glass and stand op from his chair.
He walks slowly towards the lunatic.
Omagma grasp the lunatic by the throat and lift him from the floor, holding him in a stretched hand.
"If you want trouble... you came to the right place"
He trows the lunatic into the counter, just between the young man whit the Malibu-cola and the attractive young lady.
The force from the trow shatters the counter and the lunatic flies right true it.
The young mans Malibu-cola spills over the attractive lady.
The counter instantaneously regenerate back to normal state, but the young ladies cloth don't.
Age: 16
Agenda: He do not know anymore.
Omagma sat by his regular table, in the middle of the tavern.
Omagma looked up from the glass he just finished drinking.
"Another day... another bunch of wack-jobs" he says to himself.
Omagma had lost count of how long he had been in this tavern. but if anyone had to know, then it had to be him... he was the one that build this place after all.
"Can i get a Malibu-Cola please" A young man says over the counter.
"coming right up sir" the bartender applied.
he looked at the young man, he started to approach a attractive young woman.
Omagma was unsure about his own age "i guess that is what happens when you sleep in a tavern that have no time..." he said to himself.
But if he had to guess, he had be around the young mans age... or so he hopes he is.
He lays back in his chair and looks op in the ceiling.
From the tavern ceiling, a weird statue hangs.
Omagma remembers when he had build it, the crono watch.
This was the thing that stopped it all from taking effect, stopped it all from... exciting.
Earlier that day, another young man that went by the name "Calibern" had entered the tavern.
Omagma had never seen that fellow before, he became curios. later that night, Calibern had pulled his weapon in front of a bunch of lunatics and weirdos... of course no one responded to his actions, since drawing a weapon is nothing special in this tavern.
Omagma made eye contact whit the young man, he knew the young man was looking for secrets... and Omagma knew plenty.
He waved the young man to his table, he did not answer.
Later that night, a man started to set the tavern on fire. Omagma had seen some weird people, but this man was in the top 10... trying to burn down and tavern that in reality do not exits... was just pointless...
A young man that looked like he favored books, tried to talk the lunatic out of it, but failed.
Omagma pics up his glass and stand op from his chair.
He walks slowly towards the lunatic.
Omagma grasp the lunatic by the throat and lift him from the floor, holding him in a stretched hand.
"If you want trouble... you came to the right place"
He trows the lunatic into the counter, just between the young man whit the Malibu-cola and the attractive young lady.
The force from the trow shatters the counter and the lunatic flies right true it.
The young mans Malibu-cola spills over the attractive lady.
The counter instantaneously regenerate back to normal state, but the young ladies cloth don't.
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RosePhoenix was enjoying his silent rest until a young lady knocked over her drink and got it all over her boots.
"Heh, What a bad day." he murmured to himself.
"I apologize for the spill." he said to the young lady, as he knew that this society was messed up enough to have people blaming others for things they weren't wrong at.
He continued to sit back and enjoy his rest.
"Heh, What a bad day." he murmured to himself.
"I apologize for the spill." he said to the young lady, as he knew that this society was messed up enough to have people blaming others for things they weren't wrong at.
He continued to sit back and enjoy his rest.
jhoijhoi recoiled in shock as a man was hurled past her and into the back wall. The bartender rolled his eyes and continued to whirl his dirty cloth inside his dirty mug.
She ignored the spill of cola and alcohol on her cow skin leggings that were an addition to the earlier spill that night, and hopped over the side of the bar to assist the man who had been trying to start a fire with his hair.
"Are you okay?" She said with a concerned look on her face.
OOC: Omagma, try not to God-mod. Simply start your post, and allow the participant some room to reply/react before the action. So really your post should have ended with: Omagma grasp the lunatic by the throat and lift him from the floor, holding him in a stretched hand.
"If you want trouble... you came to the right place"
But I'll let it slide, as everyone is going crazy ^^
She ignored the spill of cola and alcohol on her cow skin leggings that were an addition to the earlier spill that night, and hopped over the side of the bar to assist the man who had been trying to start a fire with his hair.
"Are you okay?" She said with a concerned look on her face.
OOC: Omagma, try not to God-mod. Simply start your post, and allow the participant some room to reply/react before the action. So really your post should have ended with: Omagma grasp the lunatic by the throat and lift him from the floor, holding him in a stretched hand.
"If you want trouble... you came to the right place"
But I'll let it slide, as everyone is going crazy ^^
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"Excuse me sir? You do realize you can't exactly burn the tavern right?"