The Harlequin

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Alright, that's kind of a start. Two questions, one, can we be freelancers, and two, why did you not answer whether I can have more characters or not?[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]I'd say it was the Guassian Blur that did that... But you never know.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]The background isn't all that good. Too empty, too white. The font is cool though.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]As Spyder falls asleep Harlequin entwines his mind deeper into hers, using her somnolent state and lowered defences to increase the bond between their minds. He resists the urge to sleep that crosses into his mind. He sifts her dreams, her unconscious desires. He laughs softly. Then rolls her onto her back, keeping her asleep mentally. Following the fantasies in her dreams, her removes her clothing and his own. He holds himself up above her, then sends a slight tendril into her mind. She awakes, gasps, then in cut off as he passionately kisses her.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Just don't ask me to explain that. Due to my recent ...annexation of Corel PhotoPAINT 9 (Turns out I had a copy lying around installed. Interesting, no?), I thought I'd try something a little new. BUt no lynching until I learn to use it, upon when people can develop an excuse to fulfil that evil urge to lynch me that lives in everyone's soul. Or something... So, to the heart of the matter. What does everyone think? Please don't answer that literally. The collective thought of humanity would be depressingly onetracked and simple.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Somebody asked about that? Where? When? 24th time...[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]From what I can see, this is quite obviously your first attempt at this. So, even though there isn't anything resembling a storyline, I'll sign up, just to get you started. Arrogant you say? Perhaps. Any number of characters you say... This should be good. And you read too much Raymond Feist. Name Lacroix Hair: Black eyes-Blue sex(m/f)-Male hair size(long/short)-long weapons-Twin scimitars, pistol crossbow Magic powers(yes/no)-no Psy Powers(yes/no)-yes occupation- Assassin, part of the "La Chapelle De La Mort Vert" group of hired killers/mercs. good/evil?-evil Name- Sigfried Hair-black eyes-Blue sex(m/f)-male hair size(long/short)-Long weapons- Two Reaper knives (cross handle, twin blades coming up from either end, barbed shaft running down forearm.) Magic powers(yes/no)-yes Psy Powers(yes/no)-yes occupation-Killer good/evil?-Evil Name: Ryana Hair- Black eyes- Blue sex(m/f)- Female hair size(long/short) - Very long weapons- Quarterstaff, bladed at each end. Longbow. Magic powers(yes/no)- No Psy Powers(yes/no)- No occupation- Fencer, markswoman, part of the "La Chapelle De La Mort Vert" group of hired killers/mercs. good/evil?- Evi Name: Rikala Hair- Black eyes- Blue sex(m/f)- Female hair size(long/short) - Long weapons- Throwing stars. Kris knife. Magic powers(yes/no)- Yes Psy Powers(yes/no)- Yes occupation- Enchanter, part of the "La Chapelle De La Mort Vert" group of hired killers/mercs. good/evil?- Evil [Edit] Yeah, more characters. I'll only do a few more for now though. Name: Kinrade Hair- Blond eyes- Blue sex(m/f)- Male hair size(long/short) - Short, spiked with lime water. weapons- Lochaber axe. Magic powers(yes/no)- no Psy Powers(yes/no)- no occupation- Fighter, part of the "La Chapelle De La Mort Vert" group of hired killers/mercs. good/evil?- Evil Name: Asandir Hair- Brown eyes- Brown sex(m/f)- Male hair size(long/short) - Medium weapons- Longsword, rapier. Magic powers(yes/no)- no Psy Powers(yes/no)- no occupation- Fighter, part of the "La Chapelle De La Mort Vert" group of hired killers/mercs. good/evil?- Evil Name: Elaira Hair- Brown eyes- Blue sex(m/f)- Female hair size(long/short) - Medium weapons- Fighting poles. (Basically one handed staves, with a blade on one end.) Magic powers(yes/no)- Yes Psy Powers(yes/no)- no occupation- Mage, part of the "La Chapelle De La Mort Vert" group of hired killers/mercs. good/evil?- Evi Name: Lilith Hair- Black eyes- Blue sex(m/f)- Female hair size(long/short) - Long weapons- Twin hand scythes. Magic powers(yes/no)- no Psy Powers(yes/no)- Yes occupation- Acrobat, part of the "La Chapelle De La Mort Vert" group of hired killers/mercs. good/evil?- Evil You have no idea how many characters it would take before I got confused. [/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Still, a 200m one would remove a fair percenage of that annoying thing called humanity, which is a start. What I would do is wander around saying the end is nigh, etc. And saying "I told you so" a lot. 23rd time...[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Lacroix: Blood, food or chicken? Raven: What? Lacroix: Well, considering that chicken tastes like everything, it is my opinion that chicken is not actually a food, but an obscure poison that kills us by making everything taste the same, thus making us not want to eat due to lack of variety, thus killing us. I consider it one of the many jokes played upon us by the forces of irony. Raven: Well. At least this should be interesting. Right now though, blood.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: What are you implying? And what are you talking about? Anyway, don't blame me if this raises any hackles. IC: [I]Startled by the sudden attack, Lacroix twists, but failed to break free. Ending up face down, he coils his legs under. The second female moved in, only to find herself somewhat ...disadvantaged. Mainly by the fact that she was suddenly trying to juggle another surprised person. Lacroix snapped up right, spinning his reaper knives out.[/I] Lacroix: Kill thou me, and helpless shalt I be. Kill me not, I COOK THEE IN A POT! Mwahahahaha! Est taruk ondustak sholay moridan! [I]The entire group starts, rather surprised by this somewhat insane outburst. Lacroix waved his knives around, before stopping. His head cocked as if listening, he stayed silent and motionless a long moment, before jumping around in a circle, and yelling.[/I] Lacroix: Oh alright! But you'd better let me eat the chipmunks this time! [I]Lacroix stops, turns to the four, and bows gracefully.[/I] Lacroix: I am Lacroix. I believe we're all going to go somewhere. [I]One of the femals enquires as to whether he is alright.[/I] Lacroix: Well, normally I'd say I'm fine. However, they recently told me that fine is not what is to be said, and that I should say well. However, due to several facts I am faced with somewhat of a quandry. A) I don't know who they are, which, in a rather obvious concatenation, brings about B) I don't know if I can trust them. Then there is C), I don't do things because I'm told to, and D) The word "Well" has too many contexts, thus clouding meaning. Now, I recently resolved this quandry by refusing to admit I exist. However, I am now having quite a lot of trouble reconciling that fact with the fact that I am talking to you, as that implies that either A) we both exist, requiring me to be well, fine or whatever, or B), that I dreamed you up, which would require me to exist, which would require me to be well, fine or whatever. So I'd appreciate any help I could be given on the problem. [I]There is a period of silence. A long one. I mean like, really, really long. [/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]After several more days walking (OOC: Yes, I can get away with that.), Lacroix heard the slight tapping he had been listening to. The deep gnomes had a city nearby. That was his destination. He crept along the passage, slowing his pace as he advanced on the gnomes. Although not evil, they were openly hostile towards drow. Most races were.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]*Harlequin coughs meaningfully, with a glance towards the marks on his back. Then ducks for cover. Then starts juggling... wait.*[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Hmmm. Music (The Tea Party, Gossamer, Fallen Tears etc), Ravenstorture. The juxtaposition of monkeys and fish... 22nd time...[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Lacroix stood, the body of the priest sinking down onto that of the torturer. After killing his parents, did they except mercy. Lacroix picked up two of the odd shaped knives on the table, cross handled, with a barbed shaft running down the forearm. One for each hand. He also picked up a black cloak off one of the many bodies lying around. It was in good condition. He put it on, and drew the hood it. It hid the still oozing scars perfectly. He turned, mounted the stairs, and left his life behind.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Cloricus telling someone to settle down... how ironic. Well my love, since you want me to shut up, I will. (this is the end of my little spam conversation)[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Raven: You may. Lacroix: Well. Raven: Oh! You were expecting an answer... Lacroix: Seems I shouldn't have. At least, that explains the scars. Raven: What of yours? Lacroix: Did you want an answer? Raven: I can see a compromise looming here. Lacroix: As you wish. [I]Lacroix closes his eyes a moment, wrapping his arms around Raven tighter, running his hands over her skin. The scars he traces mean nothing to him. She will always be beautiful.[/I] Lacroix: I was 73, real time. 21, as I am now, in appearance. A vampyre, I don't know how old he was, but at least 100 years, was stalking me. It came to a head one night, as I was returning from a hunt. I was living elsewhere at the time. An abandoned asylum. Several stories tall. Anyway, I came to my room, right at the top. He leapt in though the window, and attacked me. He had a knife. He cut me so many times, I was no match for him. Somehow, I managed to throw him off though. When he ran at me again, I rolled back, coiled my legs, and threw him out the window. He came down on an iron fence. Killed him instantly. The sun the next day took care of the rest. It took a long time to heal, with some pretty impressive scars. So, what about you? Raven: All in good time. [I]Raven pulls Lacroix to her again, no longer interested in talking. Again... [/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]I'd like to point out that our exam didn't even mention the Inquisition...[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]It doesn't really matter, this rpg isn't being taken from a historical point of view, obviously.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: No you don't. Believe me. No you don't. Word of warning here people. It may take Raven and I quite a while to get out of that room. Still, at least we can get away with it this time... IC: [I]Lacroix gasped as Raven's lips met his skin. She laughed evilly, noting the reaction, and liking the effect she has on him. After several minutes, he gives in, grabbing her. He rolls her onto the bed, and crawls on top of her. He kisses her hard, their tongue dancing in an intricate bonding, before withdrawing from her mouth, and starting his way down her body with lips and tongue. Her gasps quickly escalate into moans, furthering his desire as much as hers. The night is yet young, and there is much ...getting acquainted... to be done.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]I feel so inadequate...[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Now even I'm unsure of what the hell is going on. I was under the impression we were somewhere else, for one thing. Oh well. IC: [I]Lacroix leant down, gently placing his arms around Alastuin. After initial resistence, she collapsed against him, crying herself hoarse. He comforted her softly, using the empthatic link between them to quieten her mind. She still sobs softly, but most of the damage has been relieved. Lacroix sends another quieting thought, laced with command. She falls instantly asleep. He sighs, and bows his head. After a long moment, he picks her gently up, and takes her back to the others, determined to find out what the hell was going on.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Lacroix stood, facing the way they had come up. Turned away, he was unsure as to what was happening behind him. There was a lot of noise though. Unfamiliar with this kind of thing, Lacroix merely assumed that something had started. He could hear a loud voice over a loudspeaker, but the words were indistinct. It sounded more like a speech than anything else though. Certainly not the sound of a game starting. Lacroix heard a slight click, and he risked glancing around. Davien had risen the rifle, and was taking aim, his finger inching onto the trigger...[/I] OOC: I'm really quite interested to see how people get out of this one. Sorry to force a move though.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Lacroix walked forward, undaunted by the killing machine ahead of him. Rapacious as a hook horror was, and deadly to even drow, it was no match for Lacroix. As one of the arm blades came crashing down, Lacroix rolled, leapt forward and spun in the air. The hook horror spun, the three feet long horn-like protrusions slicing at Lacroix. The agile drow leapt again, landing on the hook horror massive back. He spun his scimitars out, backhanded, and ripped the armour plates off the monster's head. The second scimitar, Twinkle, arced in and took the creature in the eye. It fell, a huge clatter to deafen the unshielded ear. Lacroix calmly stepped down, and set off down the tunnel.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Yes, the Tea Party do the song Angels. It's off their Interzone Mantras album. They also happen to be the greatest band currently in existence... When I saw it, it said Slavic, but thanks for the information. I'm rather surprised at the turn out here. Considering my school of nearly 1000, has a gothic population of probably two, this was a rather refreshing change.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: In mots of my rpgs, I'm insane. In this one, I'm just a wackjob. No further comments. IC: [I]Still slightly wet, and more than slightly insane, Lacroix reached a large monlothic structure. The shadows called to him, beckoning his soul. The temple of darkness. He stalked the perimeter. In one area, a sheet of pure black stood. He tapped it, it rippled. He tried to walk through it. He got throw back several feet. The shadows told ihm to desist, to wait. So he did. All the while muttering about the duplicity inherent in strange looking doors. He'd get them one day. Yeah, they'd better run![/font][/color][/I]