Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276 
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jun 30, 2016 13:28:27 GMT -8
The hug lingered for several very long moments, Emahra basking in the simple joy of non-violent human contact. How long had it been since she'd been hugged? Far too long. Not since she'd left the home of her adopted parents, which was many years ago. Finally, she drew away and smiled at the other woman, taking the nod as it was intended. Then she returned to her seat, settling within it once more. She arched a brow at what Naoki had to say next, then chuckled slightly at the oddly accurate impersonation of her speech patterns and voice. Interesting. A little talent she hadn't known her friend possessed.
"As I said, my only true concern is that there may be some difficulty as it pertains to the people accepting me. I am relatively unknown, after all, and even were I known, I do not know how well they would take to 'Elven would-be-queen of a dead people who is not even from this world' as their leader. But I know you would not have said anything were you not absolutely positive about your decision and its success, and so I lay my own insecurities by the wayside in favor of your impeccable logic." Perhaps it would surprise Naoki to hear Emahra admit that she had insecurities.. but she was a woman, just like any other. She was simply exceptionally skilled at covering up her fears and worries. Watching as Naoki made her move, she considered briefly, then made a move of her own.
Then she paused, and blinked, and leaned in closer to peer at the board. Her brain processed the current layout of pieces, and realized that no further moves could be made on either of their parts.. unless Naoki were to fruitlessly move her king in an attempt to save it. The Elf quirked a brow and tilted her head slightly to the right.
"..I believe that is.. what did you say the term was.. 'checkmate'?"
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jun 30, 2016 18:12:59 GMT -8
At Emahra’s comment about the people accepting her, a wry sort of thought strikes Naoki that she declines to articulate. The informed people of Isra would be better off with an ‘Elven would-be-queen of a dead people who is not even from this world’ than they would be with a ‘former slave and bar owner, overly promiscuous amnesiac catgirl’.
As Ema continues to point out the state of the game, it’s Naoki’s turn to raise her eyebrows in surprise.
“Is it.”
Turning her gaze downward, a quick study of the board reveals that… it is. Most definitely so. In a complete surprise to Naoki, her king has been pincered, pinned against his bishop, unable to move and fated to die- either by the hand of Emahra’s queen or rook. What a way to go, Naoki muses.
Still studing the state of the board, Naoki speaks,“Goodness, it is. … You’re a quick study, aren’t you. Well played.”
Nodding mostly to herself, Naoki accepts the defeat, but leaves the board as it is while she turns her gaze upward, again to address the woman sitting opposite her.
“I found that rather enjoyable, we should play again sometime. What are your impressions of the game?”
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jun 30, 2016 18:36:47 GMT -8
"It is vaguely similar to a game I grew up playing. They insisted I be good at it because stones focuses heavily on strategy, and I was expected to direct armies, if need be. You gave me quite the fight, though, as I expected. In truth, I am quite surprised I beat you." Emahra couldn't help smiling as she turned her gaze away from the board and to Naoki. Her head inclined in a single brief nod at the suggestion that they play again at some point, and then her features assumed a rather thoughtful expression.
"I would be pleased to play again. The game... It requires a great deal of planning and forethought. You must consider not only your moves, but those of your opponent. It is not unlike a battle, wherein every piece, every soldier, has their specific duties, and you must occasionally sacrifice them to achieve victory. Although, if you were looking to simply have fun, you could of course throw strategy out the window and hope for the best." She chuckled at that, reaching out to pick up one of the pieces she'd captured from Naoki during the game, turning it over in her hand and examining its rather gaudy jeweled surface. Quite hideous, in truth, but there was a certain simple elegance to the concept of the game itself that greatly appealed to Emahra.
"In the end, I find it greatly enjoyable, especially when played with a friend."
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jul 1, 2016 9:56:14 GMT -8
Listening to Emahra’s impressions, Naoki nods yet again to articulate her acknowledgement and understanding. Such a versatile gesture, the nod. Here, she pairs it with a smile to reciprocate Ema’s jovial sort of friendliness. “I’m pleased to hear that I thought correctly in thinking you might enjoy it, then. I’ll look forward to our next match. However, before we conclude our meeting here, I do have something I’d like you to do, in the context of acting as my proxy, as you put it.” Resting her lower arms across the armrests of her chair, Naoki steeples her fingers together above her lap, pausing for just a moment to collect her thought before articulating them, “What I’d like you to do is journey up to The Winterlands, Isra’s newest territory. Right know, the extent of my knowledge of the Winterlands is somewhat limited, to say the very least. So I’d like you to visit The Winterlands in my stead and learn everything you can about the lands, their people, House Winter, their ways of life, their towns, their industries, all of it. I want to know what weaknesses and flaws they have. I want to know what they want. The hardships they face. I want to know how strong of an ally they will be, and, conversely, if they rebel, how much of a pain they will be to quash. I want to know of Lord Crovan as a man and as a leader. His ideologies, how he approaches problems. How his people consider him, and how he considers his people. Who is in position to succeed him if he falls, and what they’re like. I want to know every scrap of possibly useful information you can possibly uncover. What I’d like you to do- essentially, is conduct a thorough investigation without seeming like you’re conducting a thorough investigation, per se.” “Due to the nature of the assignment, you’ll be working primarily in conjunction with Miss Takhana Veil. Relate all of the information you find to her, and she’ll add it to the files, sort it, parse it, and deliver to me coherent report of your findings.” |
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jul 1, 2016 12:12:28 GMT -8
Ah, her assignment! Emahra looked at Naoki with an intent expression, ready to hear where it was she was going and what she would be doing. The Winterlands. She remembered the acquisition of those lands - it occurred shortly after she put herself into Naoki's service. Listening closely, she nodded to show Naoki that she heard and understood what was being asked of her. She was familiar with the seer and had no compunctions working with her.
"Very well. I will set out tomorrow." She paused, seeming to consider something, but whatever it was she was thinking, she didn't voice it. She did, however, smile. "Is there anything else you require of me?"
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jul 1, 2016 12:37:56 GMT -8
“Not at present, no. But I don’t think you should leave quite so soon. This is a matter of great importance, but low urgency. Part of your job now is to prepare yourself to take my place, if necessary. If you’re constantly out, adventuring about, the people of Isra will never know you, and you won’t know how Isra works. The Winterlands will be there next week. You’ve only just returned to Isra. Spend another night or two, do some research, and acquaint yourself more closely with your comrades. Such is my suggestion.”
With that said, Naoki shrugs slightly; noncommittally. Ema could do with more than simply the one friend, she thinks. Spending some time socialising in the name of preparation would probably do her well.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jul 1, 2016 12:45:46 GMT -8
"Hm.. you make a good point. And there is someone I would like to spend time with before our duties make it.. difficult to do so." She pondered on this, then nodded and stood. Smiling at Naoki, she let her hand fall to absently rest on the hilt of the sword at her hip.
"Thank you for a lovely evening, Naoki. I will be sure to see you again before I depart." Bowing to the cat-eared woman, she then started out of the room and down the stairs. Rather than leaving the building entirely, she instead made for the bar area, seeking out a distinctive head of black hair atop a body clad in blue uniform. Once she'd located Valerian Kastimeer, she approached and moved up to the bar beside him, leaning against it, and gestured to the bartender.
"A shot of whatever he is having." This was said as she gestured to Valerian, then looked at him and smiled. "So it appears I have a week before I am to be sent out on my new assignment."
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Jul 1, 2016 16:42:31 GMT -8
"We physically catch them by running them down normally, sometimes they come quietly and those that do tend to receive a bit better of treatment in exchange for cooperating. We know who to catch by examining the evidence they leave behind." He paused to take a sip of the beer, they didn't always catch the criminals, and sometimes they were wrong. No sense in bothering these slightly creepy children with that though. "It can be difficult depending on how smart the criminal was, or just the circumstances surrounding it. And yeah, after years of doing it, sometimes you can tell who is a criminal or who is not, but you have to prove it first. You can't just go off of what your gut tells you is right." The twins nodded, sipping their milk and watching him wide-eyed. Ooh...so that's how they do it.We don't leave evidence, do we?I don't think so.We haven't been caught yet, I guess.We should probably clean up after ourselves, though.Probably. Hmm...What's up?Running down criminals and looking for evidence sounds like fun.It does, kind of.Maybe we should join the city watch. That way, we can pay attention to what they're doing and not get caught!Yeah! That sounds like a good idea!After what would seem like a long silent pause to Deathforge, the twins spoke once more. "Can we help you catch criminals, Minister Deathforge?" |
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Valerian Kastimeer
Established
Roleplay posts: 48 
Age: 32
Physical Description: Valerian is of average height at 5'10", with the lean build of a climber and fighter. Black hair is kept cut fairly short, with the bangs hanging over his brow but not quite in his eyes and the rest roughly matching that theme. His eyes are black, with iris and pupil indistinguishable from each other. Valerian looks young for his age, often taken to be five or more years younger than he in fact is. Typically on his shoulder, but sometimes in a pocket, is the undead squirrel companion that Valerian has named "Rupert."
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Valerian is almost constantly clad in a semi-formal blue uniform, complete with award ribbons, a gold command braid, and shoulder and collar rank insignia. The uniform can include a long black coat in inclement weather. It is exceedingly rare for Valerian to be seen without his weapon; a broad-headed spear of variable properties. At times it is standard length for a battle spear, comfortably wielded in two hands and impossible to wield with one; at others it is short enough to use one-handed. Similar to the spear, Valerian is never seen without the white gloves he wears -- those gloves bear some arcane symbol on the back of the hand. Rounding out his equipment is an assortment of pouches in pockets and occasionally on his belt, their contents mostly as mysterious as the symbol on his gloves.
Player's online availability : Varies.
Registered: May 4, 2016 20:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by Valerian Kastimeer on Jul 1, 2016 17:35:55 GMT -8
"A week? Plenty of warning before being sent off, at least." Valerian smiled faintly at Emahra Untyrid before knocking back the last of his most-recent glass of Nightfyre. He finally looked a little intoxicated; glassy-eyed and somewhat slack-faced, at least, but he didn't waver on his stool and his words were clear, even when he turned back to Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail behind the bar. "Another Manastorm, eh Captain?"
Valerian's hand gestured to the stool next to him, clearly inviting Ema to occupy it while he looked around to check on Antonio Stark, who was clearly not as accomplished a drinker as either of the sailors. Rupert meanwhile was examining some sort of nut from one of the bowls on the bar; he didn't look interested in eating it so much as though trying to decipher its arcane secrets.
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Antonio Stark
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall, keeps in-shape but not to the same extent as well-travelled adventurers or soldiers. The picture is an apt description.
Clothes and Equipment: He tends to dress fairly nicely, unless he is working, then it is whatever is required to do the necessary work.
Registered: May 15, 2016 14:31:50 GMT -8
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Post by Antonio Stark on Jul 1, 2016 21:33:40 GMT -8
Stark was certainly drunk, but at least he had not made an ass of himself to his friends. No, he was a jovial drunk, in fact, he had already bought two rounds for the entirety of the bar, including the young waitress he had talked to earlier, Madeline. He had, somehow, convinced her to get one drink with him, which had turned into two, then three, and then finally into him pronouncing his intention to marry her someday.
He sat facing away from his two friends, attention focused entirely on the copper-haired beauty in front of him.
"No, no, no. I mean it, I willll name a barr after yoush, no, make that two bars!"
The waitress just sat there smiling at him, after all, who didn't like to be flattered?
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Minister Deathforge
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 32
Physical Description: Deathforge is a lycanthropic version of a Red Wolf, sharing in their reddish-brown coloring. He is massive for a Werewolf, coming in at nearly 7'8", and weighing nearly 400 pounds. His eyes are a dark-yellow in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of an Isran Inspector, custom-tailored to his size. A badge denoting his rank is pinned on his left breast, and a holster carrying a large hand crossbow, that would require two hands for a human, and a quiver on his other hip.
Registered: May 24, 2016 4:10:25 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Deathforge on Jul 1, 2016 21:46:32 GMT -8
Deathforge chuckled into his mug as he drained the last of his beer, signalling the bartender for another one.
"What qualifications do you little ones have? Do you know the Isran Laws well enough to know when someone might be breaking them or...even just plannimg to break them with little but a few secinds of looking and your own instinct?"
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jul 1, 2016 22:35:33 GMT -8
"A week? Plenty of warning before being sent off, at least." Valerian smiled faintly at Emahra Untyrid before knocking back the last of his most-recent glass of Nightfyre. He finally looked a little intoxicated; glassy-eyed and somewhat slack-faced, at least, but he didn't waver on his stool and his words were clear, even when he turned back to Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail behind the bar. "Another Manastorm, eh Captain?"
Valerian's hand gestured to the stool next to him, clearly inviting Ema to occupy it while he looked around to check on Antonio Stark, who was clearly not as accomplished a drinker as either of the sailors. Rupert meanwhile was examining some sort of nut from one of the bowls on the bar; he didn't look interested in eating it so much as though trying to decipher its arcane secrets.
"Very nice. But yes. Lady Naoki has insisted that I take this week to... What is he doing?" Her original statement trailed off into a very bemused question, and should Valerian look her way, he'd find her hunched slightly over to more closely inspect Rupert, and try to figure out what the undead squirrel was doing. He was examining that nut as though it held the secrets of the universe, and she was both baffled and amused. She supposed he didn't need to eat it, after all, what with technically being dead, but.. still. After a few moments, she slid onto the stool Valerian had indicated, and with her gaze still fixed on Rupert, tried to continue her prior train of thought.
"What was I saying... Ah, yes, I remember. Lady Naoki wants me to form friendships in this week before I leave for the Winterlands. And so I thought that, perhaps, if you like, I could take this time to assist you in the allocation of appropriate lodgings within the city." She gestured toward Gothmog for another shot, and glanced at Valerian questioningly. She remembered the man saying he had been residing in 'a place' (his words), surely not becoming of the Admiral of the Isran Navy. "I do believe the Lady would be willing to provide an advance of funds to assist in this endeavor.. and mages to apply wards for your safety and security." |
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Jul 2, 2016 11:06:30 GMT -8
Deathforge chuckled into his mug as he drained the last of his beer, signalling the bartender for another one. "What qualifications do you little ones have? Do you know the Isran Laws well enough to know when someone might be breaking them or...even just plannimg to break them with little but a few secinds of looking and your own instinct?" The twins blinked, curiously. Isran laws?I don't think we know too many of those...They can't be too hard, can they?I suppose not.They shook their heads. Laws were not their strong point, it seemed. "We don't know them all, Minister Deathforge. But we're fast learners!" |
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Valerian Kastimeer
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 32
Physical Description: Valerian is of average height at 5'10", with the lean build of a climber and fighter. Black hair is kept cut fairly short, with the bangs hanging over his brow but not quite in his eyes and the rest roughly matching that theme. His eyes are black, with iris and pupil indistinguishable from each other. Valerian looks young for his age, often taken to be five or more years younger than he in fact is. Typically on his shoulder, but sometimes in a pocket, is the undead squirrel companion that Valerian has named "Rupert."
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Valerian is almost constantly clad in a semi-formal blue uniform, complete with award ribbons, a gold command braid, and shoulder and collar rank insignia. The uniform can include a long black coat in inclement weather. It is exceedingly rare for Valerian to be seen without his weapon; a broad-headed spear of variable properties. At times it is standard length for a battle spear, comfortably wielded in two hands and impossible to wield with one; at others it is short enough to use one-handed. Similar to the spear, Valerian is never seen without the white gloves he wears -- those gloves bear some arcane symbol on the back of the hand. Rounding out his equipment is an assortment of pouches in pockets and occasionally on his belt, their contents mostly as mysterious as the symbol on his gloves.
Player's online availability : Varies.
Registered: May 4, 2016 20:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by Valerian Kastimeer on Jul 2, 2016 15:52:38 GMT -8
Valerian only chuckled at Antonio Stark as he returned his full attention to Emahra Untyrid. He looked slightly confused at her question, turning his head to look at the undead squirrel atop his shoulder as it examined the nut. When he looked, Rupert swiftly shoved that nut behind his back, holding it against his back with that fluffy tail before bringing his paws back around in front of him and showing them empty with an oh-so-innocent expression. Valerian felt one brow raising, but returned his gaze to Ema with an exasperated sigh. "Honestly, Emahra, I find it best not to question it."
Rupert gave Emahra a hurt look as soon as Valerian wasn't paying attention to him anymore; Valerian meanwhile took a swallow of that Manastorm while he listened to Emahra's idea. A moment of thought was followed with a nod. "Your assistance finding a place, and an advance from the Lady, would be welcome... I suppose I can trust her mages to provide wards, as well, though I will inspect and supplement them afterward, of course." That statement was punctuated by Valerian downing the remainder of that Manastorm and sliding the empty class to Gothmog with a hand gesture to hold off for the moment. "Are we going now?"
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jul 2, 2016 16:17:04 GMT -8
Gothmog had taken over for one of the poor Allen's who worked behind the bar. The bartender had long ago given up on trying to keep pace with the hard-drinking sailors, and after Stark had set down what seemed to be enough money to buy the whole damn bar, let alone their drinks for the rest of the night.
He kept up a solid stream of shots and liquid courage coming toward Ema and Valerian. He had no idea what was going on between them, but if there was one thing he knew about alcohol, it was that it tended to help any situation reach its natural conclusion much sooner than normal.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jul 2, 2016 16:52:42 GMT -8
With a third shot in her, Ema felt bold enough to say something she'd never said to anyone before - literally no one.
"You may call me Ema, if you like. It is what my parents called me." Emahra hadn't shared much with Valerian about her parents.. mostly just that they'd lived in a land she couldn't return to and they had died. A personal thing like that was perhaps somewhat out of the blue, but she'd explain, if he asked. Knocking back another shot, she looked thoughtful as he questioned whether they were leaving already, then shook her head.
"It is rather late. We would have better luck beginning in the morning. If you do not mind, I would like to remain and continue sharing drinks with you. You can tell me what you would like in a dwelling befitting of an Admiral, and I will start thinking up possibilities." She smirked, took another shot, and downed it. Her cheeks were getting flushed, but she wasn't really inebriated, as of yet. Perhaps just a tiny bit buzzed, verging on tipsy.
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Minister Deathforge
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 32
Physical Description: Deathforge is a lycanthropic version of a Red Wolf, sharing in their reddish-brown coloring. He is massive for a Werewolf, coming in at nearly 7'8", and weighing nearly 400 pounds. His eyes are a dark-yellow in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of an Isran Inspector, custom-tailored to his size. A badge denoting his rank is pinned on his left breast, and a holster carrying a large hand crossbow, that would require two hands for a human, and a quiver on his other hip.
Registered: May 24, 2016 4:10:25 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Deathforge on Jul 2, 2016 18:14:38 GMT -8
"Well then, perhaps I could take you on. If only to ensure you learn something of the city you are growing up in. I shall expect you in my office first thing tomorrow morning."
He took the second beer from the bartender and took a long sip of it. Just as good as the first one was, if not a little better.
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Jul 2, 2016 20:15:12 GMT -8
The twins nodded, smiling happily. Eclair the mockingbird chirped and dipped its beak in Lucia's milk.
Well, that was easy.
I know, I wasn't expecting this.
They really will let anybody in, won't they.
I know.
"Yes, Minister Deathforge. We'll see you tomorrow!"
Gulping down the rest of the rest of their milk, they hopped down off their barstools and walked off the bar's basements.
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Antonio Stark
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall, keeps in-shape but not to the same extent as well-travelled adventurers or soldiers. The picture is an apt description.
Clothes and Equipment: He tends to dress fairly nicely, unless he is working, then it is whatever is required to do the necessary work.
Registered: May 15, 2016 14:31:50 GMT -8
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Post by Antonio Stark on Jul 5, 2016 2:49:16 GMT -8
It wouldn't be long before Stark left, a cartiage pulling up outside to whisk him and Madeline away for the remainder of the night. Stark winked mischievously at Valerian as he walked out, both in reference to his success and to what the drunk man was interpreting as success for the admiral as well. Madeline walked behind Stark, shaking her head and wondering what exactly she was getting herself into.
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Valerian Kastimeer
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 32
Physical Description: Valerian is of average height at 5'10", with the lean build of a climber and fighter. Black hair is kept cut fairly short, with the bangs hanging over his brow but not quite in his eyes and the rest roughly matching that theme. His eyes are black, with iris and pupil indistinguishable from each other. Valerian looks young for his age, often taken to be five or more years younger than he in fact is. Typically on his shoulder, but sometimes in a pocket, is the undead squirrel companion that Valerian has named "Rupert."
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------
Valerian is almost constantly clad in a semi-formal blue uniform, complete with award ribbons, a gold command braid, and shoulder and collar rank insignia. The uniform can include a long black coat in inclement weather. It is exceedingly rare for Valerian to be seen without his weapon; a broad-headed spear of variable properties. At times it is standard length for a battle spear, comfortably wielded in two hands and impossible to wield with one; at others it is short enough to use one-handed. Similar to the spear, Valerian is never seen without the white gloves he wears -- those gloves bear some arcane symbol on the back of the hand. Rounding out his equipment is an assortment of pouches in pockets and occasionally on his belt, their contents mostly as mysterious as the symbol on his gloves.
Player's online availability : Varies.
Registered: May 4, 2016 20:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by Valerian Kastimeer on Jul 6, 2016 19:51:26 GMT -8
"If you wish, Ema." Since Gothmog was so kindly sliding him drinks, Valerian took this opportunity to take another couple shots of Nightfyre; it seemed to be starting to get to him finally. He took a moment, apparently to think, and then spoke -- his words finally beginning to slur. "I think something... big. And I'd like... fancy. But not too fancy!" Yeah, definitely starting to feel it.
Rupert had hidden that nut somewhere and climbed off of Valerian's shoulder to instead perch on the bar. He currently had his head half-immersed in a shot of some clear liquor. He wasn't drinking it; just kind of hanging out, starting at the bottom of the shot glass, fluffy tail flicking occasionally.
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