The Harlequin Posted July 4, 2003 Share Posted July 4, 2003 [font=gothic][color=indigo][I]Ilmiwyrth gave the man a rather unconcerned look, and reached out, blindingly fast. The men fell back, quite literally, but not in time to stop Ilmiwyrth from relieving one of the swords. He turned it over in his hands a few times, it appearing nothing more than a large dagger when scaled against his huge form. He calmly ran the blade over his inner forearm. Nothing happened. He gently tossed the sword down, and reached out, holding his fingers above the torch. Again, nothing.[/I] Ilmiwyrth: Certainly, I'll leave you the right to attempt to refuse me passage, but that wouldn't be very prudent, given that evidence. I personally think a better course of action would be to step aside and allow me access to the tavern. NPC2: You expect us to allow a demon to get dunk in our town? Ilmiwyrth: That was almost a relevant point. However, I won't be getting drunk, based on the fact that I can't. Now step aside. [I]They didn't move. Ilmiwyrth sighed, and motioned Neuvox to step away. She watched him warily, uncertain as to whether he was going to cause trouble. All he did was walk forward. Through the men. Neuvox laughed at the expression on their faces. Perhaps having a Shadow Lord for a parent had its uses. Neuvox shrugged to the men, and slipped past them. Ilmiwyrth didn't stop until the tavern, and then only to open the door and re-materialise. There was a moment of dead silence. Then the bartender looked up.[/I] Bartender: Wha' cin I getcha? [I]Everyone turned back to their drinks, unconcerned. Ilmiwyrth had always stood by the idea that alcohol made for better social situations.[/font][/color][/I] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raiha Posted July 4, 2003 Share Posted July 4, 2003 [COLOR=royalblue][i]Neuvox grinned and left him to his own devices. Without another word, she went vaulting across the roofs. Silently, without guile. She paused on the roof of the church, then slipped in through a window, clinging to the walls with her claws. She slid down, leaving marks only close inspection could detect, and quietly made her way into the parsonage. The cleric was in, fast asleep. She smiled and sprinkled his face with a dust pulled from a belt pouch. He stirred, then continued sleeping. She opened his doors and quietly picked the lock on the drawer. Two starseeds fell into her waiting palms. She pocketed them and closed everything up again. Then she left, leaving behind a dying cleric, poisoned by the gold of the laburnum tree. Ilmiwyrth looked up when she sat next to him.[/i] Bartender: What'll it be? Neuvox: White wine.[/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Harlequin Posted July 4, 2003 Share Posted July 4, 2003 [font=gothic][color=indigo][I]Ilmiwyrth took a sip. Amontillado, his drink of choice, if he couldn't get Scurrd. But then, the one known substance that could get him drunk wouldn't be the best choice. He rolled it through his mouth. Rather crude, all things considered, but he'd get by without quality for a while. He ordered a few more, then changed his mind and simply asked for a constant supply, reaching under his huge cloak and drawing out a money pouch which he casually left on the bar. The bartender got the hint. Ilmiwyrth drew Neuvox over to a side table, less in public view, and less easily eavsedropped upon.[/I] Ilmiwyrth: So, now would be a good time to tell me where we're going, seeing how I seem to have quite easily attached myself to you, or the other way around.[/font][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raiha Posted July 4, 2003 Share Posted July 4, 2003 [COLOR=royalblue]Neuvox: Slightly northwest ish....I heard rumors of another starseed out there. Of course, it's a nasty place...cold...war torn. The usual. Ilmiwyrth: Sounds lovely. [i]She rolled her eyes at him and sipped her wine. Mentally, she calculated how easy it would be to start a bar fight in here if the over zealous townspeople decided to come yell at them again. She gave the staring female across the room the evil eye, then, like any normal female, snuggled up to him.[/i] Ilmiwyrth: Are you feeling alright? Neuvox: If she keeps looking at me, I'm going to pull out her hair and put a few unsightly marks over her adorable little face. Ilmiwyrth: Temper temper.[/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Harlequin Posted July 4, 2003 Share Posted July 4, 2003 [font=gothic][color=indigo]Neuvox: You're [I]my[/i] half Shadow-baalor, and I have no intention of sharing you with anyone. Ilmiwyrth:Look again. It's not me she's staring at. [I]Neuvox gave him a long look. Then looked back at the woman. Then quite calmly looked back at Ilmiwyrth.[/I] Neuvox: Now how did you know that? Ilmiwyrth: Because before you came in she had the audacity to ask me if I was female. Neuvox: I won't ask how that mistake could be made. Ilmiwyrth:Wise decision. North west....I have no idea. So I won't say anything. Neuvox: Just enjoy your drink. [I]Ilmiwyrth had every intention of doing that. Interestingly enough, Neuvox didn't move either. Tankard in his hand, woman on his leg....He was fitting in with these mortals quite nicely....[/font][/color][/I] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raiha Posted July 4, 2003 Share Posted July 4, 2003 [COLOR=royalblue][i]The jilted female looked pointedly away, but not before Neuvox flashed her the international insult with her right hand. Ilmiwyrth snorted into his drink and looked down at his bizare companion. The dark faun gritted her teeth and forced a sweet smile.[/i] Neuvox: When we get out of here...you and I have an appointment with a dungeon. Ilmiwyrth: Sounds like plenty of good innocent fun. Neuvox: I suppose my sadistic cynical nature won't bother you much. Ilmiwyrth: I find it refreshing. Neuvox: Comforting. Ilmiwyrth: Of course, that hand you have on my thigh is not refreshing? Neuvox: What is it?[/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Harlequin Posted July 5, 2003 Share Posted July 5, 2003 [font=gothic][color=indigo]Ilmiwyrth: I haven't decided yet. Quite probably a challenge though. Neuvox: A challenge? Ilmiwyrth: Quite simple, we see who cracks first. [I]He smiled broadly, revealing fangs at least an inch long, and placed his surprisingly graceful, for all its talons and bizarre length, on her thigh. Contrary to all but the slightest of suspicions, Neuvox didn't flinch.[/I] Ilmiwyrth: That was surprising. [I]He removed his hand anyway, despite not getting a reaction. Neuvox graced him with a slight smile.[/I] Ilmiwyrth: Feeling happy with yourself? Neuvox: You might be surprised.[/font][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sandy Posted July 5, 2003 Author Share Posted July 5, 2003 [size=1]Actually, I think this game is dying away no matter what I do, so let's just end this, okay? This happens to the majority of the games, so it's nothing to cry over. See you all in other games! :)[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raiha Posted July 5, 2003 Share Posted July 5, 2003 [COLOR=royalblue]Awww.....damn you.[/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Krillen Posted July 6, 2003 Share Posted July 6, 2003 Well.....Damn...... I put alot of effort into that one, but not as much as Raiha and Harlequin though. You two just kept posting back and fourth like it should be. Oh well. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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