Welcome to Gaia! ::

Hematite Knight's avatar

Distinct Citizen

Roilvn Whiro


Seeing the being pick up her sword her hand jerked toward the weapon before more consciously pulling back. Slowly, she stood and watched for a moment before finding the courage to speak. “Um…. May I please have my sword back,” she asked. Her voice was soft and timid. Maybe this creature wasn't evil, granted it looked strange and like something out of a nightmare. Her head was still spinning, and she stumbled a bit but forced her legs to be steady while she waited for a response.

(I must go for a bit, I’m sorry to leave in the middle. I will try and come back to respond again soon.Thank you for rping with me!)
Roilvn Whiro's avatar

Omnipresent Conversationalist

7,700 Points
  • Partygoer 500
  • Forum Sophomore 300
  • Marathon 300
The shade nodded and dropped the blade, it being caught and hovering by its own shadows before its shadow ran towards the young girl. The blade finally rested where the hilt was lying in the young girls hand's shadow. The shade lifted the teacup to his lips again, the black mass where a face should be absorbing it as it drank, before setting it back down. It then motioned to the seat next to it at the Bar. A black gloved hand appeared as the shadows pulled back, the sound of metal on metal could be heard as the finger tips touched, and the following snapped produced a second teacup on the bar.

However, the hand that appeared out of the shadows was reclaimed by the shadows as soon as the cup appeared.

(then I am going to go lay down for the next few hours, and no problem, enjoy your stay.)
Hematite Knight's avatar

Distinct Citizen

Roilvn Whiro


Taking back the sword with hesitation, the girl shifted blue eyes up toward the bar where the being sat. He gestured for her to sit, a teacup appearing upon the bar. Her mouth watered, thirst a desperate nag in the back of her mind. Taking tentative steps, she slowly moved toward the bar. “Um… thank you,” she spoke, a nervous shyness easily apparent. Blinking and raising a clammy hand to tuck hair behind her ear, she debated on whether to sit. She didn't know what this thing was, or what it was capable of. It was vastly different from anything she had witnessed before. A pounding heart urged her to run, leg muscle tensed in preparation. Yet, somewhere in her mind she summoned up some courage and took a seat, if only to finally have something to drink. Keeping her sword close, she leaned over to peek into the cup, keeping the dark being in the corner of her vision.
Roilvn Whiro's avatar

Omnipresent Conversationalist

7,700 Points
  • Partygoer 500
  • Forum Sophomore 300
  • Marathon 300
Hematite Knight
The shade nodded, and picked up the teapot in its grasp. the shadows of the hand not grabbing as much as enveloping the area around the pot to lift it. Slowly the left hand slid under it pot, the shadows once again pulling back, but this time it showed an old withered hand. the hand moved slowly and touched to bottom of the pot for a few seconds, glowing as the kettle whistled. The head of the shadow nodded, and the old hand reached out, wrapping around a small wire strainer behind the bar.

The shade then placed the strainer over the cup, and began to pour the tea through it, the leaves being caught, leaving a clean clear glass of tea. However there was something odd about the strainer. all the leaves had bee caught, but just inside they formed a small message.

Your welcome,
I am The Puppeteer.
Anise Silverclaw's avatar

Devoted Knight

10,100 Points
  • Flatterer 200
  • Friendly 100
  • Forum Regular 100
Event Marker!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

✦✧✦✧✦✧✦


Beyond this point is the beginning of an event. Any prior role-plays are now nullified until the event ends. Any new IC post must pertain to the event. If you do not wish to join in, feel free to stick around OOC.

✦✧✦✧✦✧✦
Anise Silverclaw's avatar

Devoted Knight

10,100 Points
  • Flatterer 200
  • Friendly 100
  • Forum Regular 100
Another day, another moment when all she could do was give a sigh of bored discontentment. The Tavern was empty, and Anger was alone. Leaning carelessly upon the bar, silver eyes dulled to grey with indolence. Something shifted within the building, cold air stirring the lingering dirt upon wooden floors. Slowly, the warrior sat up, eyebrows creased in confusion. Something ill settled deep within her gut; a premonition, perhaps? She lightly snorted; even should it be an omen the woman was ready to conquer anything. Let whatever may be come, death no longer scared her in the least. After all, she had died three times already.

There was a sound; a shuffle before the creak of the tavern door opening. Silver eyes became attentive, looking up to see a customer. Delighted to have company, she eagerly made her way from behind the bar, wide grin plastered stretching her lips. The man seemed tired, shoulders slumped, clothing filthy. He was not the first that had arrived in poor shape from the wasteland outside. “Hello! Welcome to the Tavern. What can I get you?” As she near the male, a foul smell assailed her and the warrior staggered back. “Oh geez,” she said, pulling a hand up to cover her nostrils and prevent herself from gagging. “You smell like a dead man.” He shuffled closer, and lifted his white, blank eyes and that’s when she knew. By then, he was upon her and launched with a snarl. Startled, she fell with the corpse atop her, snarling with putrid saliva dripping onto her neck. With her left arm she held the dead at bay as he snapped at her neck. Then, its blood caked nails dug at her stomach and she grunted with disdain. Finally, she mustered strength, shaking her moment of surprise and threw the thing off her. “ You've got to be ******** kidding me,” she cried in outrage, the corpse having slammed into the far wall. “A zombie? Seriously?” Another wind blew; another ill boding.

It was already shifting to its feet, moaning in impatient to devour raw flesh. Her anger swelled and she waited for the resulting swell of power. This damn thing was about to have its head blown clear off. Wait… Something was wrong. She couldn't feel it. Where was her power? Looking down, she saw her pendant, eye still completely shut. It held no life, even as her anger throbbed through her veins viciously. Shuffling, moaning and as she looked up the thing was closing in. Instinctively she reaches for one of her blades and pulled. It was stuck, and a swift panic closed off her throat. She jerked at it impatiently, backing away as the dead closed in. It would not dislodge, and she tried the other one. It was the same result. Finally, as the corpse closed in upon her, she drew the weapon, sheath and all and baseball wacked its head. It stumbled back several feet, stopped and considered whether it was okay or not, then shuffled toward her again. “What the ********] Angry, with the annoying, old sensation of fear gripping her heart, she whacked it again, again and again. It fell, hitting the ground with a satisfying thud. Unwilling to wait for it to rise again, she moved over and stomped its head repeatedly with her thick boots, steel toe boots.

Panting heavily she only stopped once its head was nothing but gooey mush. Stumbling backwards, she was frenetic at how tired and weak she felt. What was happening? Where were her powers? The strength she spent years building up and fighting for? She stood, starting at the gore upon the floor, wiping at the sweat that built upon her brow. Replacing Zantsu, the sword and sheath she had used, upon her belt she took a deep breath. It didn't matter anymore, the walker was dead and she was unhurt. She’d toss its rotten body outside and make her way home. Surely someone would know what happened to her powers. Grabbing the things leg, she groaned at the horrendous smell. Swallowing back vile she lifted the leg and drug the thing to the door. After some effort from her tired, weak form she managed to get it outside and deposit it next to the door against the building. Rising, she stood to catch her breath, hands on her hips. It probably wasn't good for business to leave it here, but for now she didn't have much choice. Her main concern was returning to Valaura and finding out what exactly had happened. A black figure caught her attention in the distance, and she turned her silver eyes to see what it was. Instantly, her face dropped, complexion paling to a deathly white. There were more in the distance, shuffling their way in. Taking a moment, she scanned the horizon as the sun nearly touched the ground. Dark was closing in, and Anger found herself in absolute terror at just how many of these things were out there. There were at least a hundred in the distance, only a black blur at the moment. Dozens were closer, about fifty feet or so. Their broken gait was slow, but eventually they would arrive. And where she had trouble handling one, this herd would tear her to pieces.

No, she’d not stick around for it. Running back in, trying to tame her feral heart of terror, the woman made her way through the tavern, twisting through the hallways until she reached the Door of Turpitude. She slammed into it and shoved to get through. Nothing. She stopped and blinked in a state of shock before pushing again. Why wasn't it opening? “No. No, no, no!” She pushed, pulled, shoved and kicked. It would not open. “Come on!!!” And she rammed her shoulder into it. Again, again and again. Finally, when the weak shoulder threatened to break if battered any further she stopped and threw back her head with a frustrated cry. “God DAMN IT!” It was the first time since coming to the Sin’s she had called upon ‘him’. Even to take his name in vain, she had not uttered it. But it had slipped, in frustration and fear it had came out. Laughter, maniacal cackling caused her to step back and look upon the door. The art upon the door shifted, eyes gleaming and grins laughing. Like a nightmare come to life, the figures upon the door crawled, like shifting beneath the surface of murky water. Not wasting time trying to figure out the door’s strange behavior she abandoned trying to open it. Weaving her way through hallways, she returned to the main room where she made her way to the door. They were closer, within moments they’d begin to overrun the tavern. She was alone and stranded. She couldn’t leave the tavern, and she couldn’t go into the wasteland. What was she going to do? A near-sob of frustration snuck past her composure. She bit her lip, holding it back as she frantically tried to think of what to do. She was not afraid of death… but to be eaten… to be ripped apart. No, she shook her head, she’d not allow that to happen. And she would not cry like a weak woman unable to help herself. Steeling her nerve enough to function, she made her way to a table and drug it noisily across the floor. Once to the door she flipped it, top against the western style swinging doors. Once it was there she looked around, searching for a way to fortify it. As a magical embellishment, there had never been a need for hammer and nails. Now she wished desperately they had kept normal items stocked. She fretted, gripping her hair in panic. What could she use? She suddenly hated her choice of doors, the swinging saloon-style doors that did not lock. There was a space the dead could crawl under beneath, a space they might possibly crawl over above. Knives. Maybe she could use those. Running into the kitchen, she opened a drawer and sure enough there were utensils. It took several tries before she found a drawer with knives. Once she did, she grabbed the lot of them. Running back she dropped the twenty or so objects on the ground with a loud clang. Not knowing if it would do any good, she began to hammer the knives into the ground against the edge of the square table. It was difficult, using a sword handle to force the blades into the wooden floor. They were not meant to be used in such a manner. By the time she got the first knife half-way into the floor, sweat soaked her form and her arms where tired.

Lurching suddenly the table blocked a snarling zombie as it reached over the top through the gap. Hungrily it reach for her, trying to snatch her hair as she screamed in surprise. In a frantic panic, she jumped up and shoved a knife through the zombie’s eye. Instantly it froze, falling backwards. The warrior tried to save the knife, but it was jerked from her hand and went down with the corpse. Peeking out, she saw that five or six more were nearly at the door. She whined shamelessly to herself and ran from the door. Grabbed a chair and used it to help brace the table. Again she grabbed another and braced the other side. It was a sloppy job and it would not hold them out for long. Not when there were so many coming in. The table jarred again, more moans and growls. This time there was two at the door, fighting for the right to grabber her. Snatching another knife she again stabbed one of the dead through the eye, this time jerking the knife out quick enough so it was not lost. The second walker grabbed her arm and leaned in, teeth dangerously close to tearing in. Instinctively she head-butted the b*****d and his head jerked back. By the time it leaned in to bite her again, she stabbed it through the skull. Dislodging the knife from its skull, it fell with a thud. Exhausted, she sat and leaned against the table, panting. “WRATH!!!” Her voice rung through the empty tavern. “PRIDE!!” With no magic, no abilities beyond what her physical body could do, she knew her cry was likely not to reach them, but she couldn't help but try. “Don’t you dare leave me here to deal with this alone! You want me alive then get your asses over here and help me!” She banged her head against the table. “ANYONE!!!”

No time to feel sorry for herself. She went back to hammering the knives against the table in a lame effort to bar the doors.


((Quick summery for those of you too lazy to read it; ))

Anger found herself assailed by a zombie, and suddenly without powers or magic. After a struggle she killed it, only to take it outside and see dozens more nearly upon the tavern. Unable to open the door of Turpitude, she is stranded in the tavern with no way out. Walkers are closing in and she’s desperately trying to block the doors before more get inside.
Wrathful Misanthropist's avatar

Unholy Genius

Wrath
[Позвольте мне заканчивать ваше существование]
User Image

There was a sense that could not be ignored, a wavelength on a spiritual level that allowed Wrath, without the use of magic or other worldly gifts, the ability to know precisely how Anger was faring mentally even if no words were presented. Currently, Wrath's senses alerted him to a sudden distress, Anger's mental state was dropping form panic, to anxiety, and slowly into desperation it seemed which told him from the sin world to get a bird's eye view on things, and so he did. Anger could not link to Wrath for some reason, which was odd but in another dimension of course it was far different. Wrath initiated a one way link to look through his lesser's eyes momentarily to see just what she was facing, and upon viewing what was happening he frowned. "Probably revenge for all the people I've killed no doubt..." He was kidding of course, but the fact still remained that the dead were walking, and Anger was in danger. With foresight, Wrath would begin to pack bags from his personal armory with weapons and such that would be of some assistance. Before setting off for the tavern, Wrath would do a quick check up on his body's current condition to make sure cybernetics and the like were in perfect tip top shape. Grabbing his bags of weapons, Wrath would strap it to a cart and kick it into the Tavern through the Door of Turpitude to where anger could get a hold of it and look through the bags to find something useful. One bag was filled with various ammunition, another filled with guns of all sorts, and the third held blunt weapons and edged weapons. Honestly, the cart almost didn't fit through the door at first without a little "help".(Wrath kicked it several times to get the stuffed bags through the door.)

Once this was completed, Wrath's next plan would be a most vile one, summoning a few lost souls from the depths of hell to his aid, he would then cast them into Anger's realm via the sky and let the poor beings manifest into living flesh and blood, raining from above to feed the zombies as a sort of bait. A distraction of course, and well needed it seemed considering Anger's predicament. Slowly, the zombies would begin to move away from the tavern towards the ten or so injured beings that now limped and crawled on the ground yelling in pain. Instead of needlessly endangering himself with the horde, Wrath would walk through the door next and greet Anger with an unusually upbeat tone. "Yo! " He said with a salute and a wide smile. "This a private party or can anyone jump in? " It was a sudden rush when he entered the realm and he felt it the second his feet entered the tavern. His abilities and powers were cut off, but he didn't much care either way, he still maintained an unusual carefree attitude.


User Image
[Мое желание и ваша судьба]
Ω
Anise Silverclaw's avatar

Devoted Knight

10,100 Points
  • Flatterer 200
  • Friendly 100
  • Forum Regular 100
Wrathful Misanthropist
Wrath
[Позвольте мне заканчивать ваше существование]
User Image

There was a sense that could not be ignored, a wavelength on a spiritual level that allowed Wrath, without the use of magic or other worldly gifts, the ability to know precisely how Anger was faring mentally even if no words were presented. Currently, Wrath's senses alerted him to a sudden distress, Anger's mental state was dropping form panic, to anxiety, and slowly into desperation it seemed which told him from the sin world to get a bird's eye view on things, and so he did. Anger could not link to Wrath for some reason, which was odd but in another dimension of course it was far different. Wrath initiated a one way link to look through his lesser's eyes momentarily to see just what she was facing, and upon viewing what was happening he frowned. "Probably revenge for all the people I've killed no doubt..." He was kidding of course, but the fact still remained that the dead were walking, and Anger was in danger. With foresight, Wrath would begin to pack bags from his personal armory with weapons and such that would be of some assistance. Before setting off for the tavern, Wrath would do a quick check up on his body's current condition to make sure cybernetics and the like were in perfect tip top shape. Grabbing his bags of weapons, Wrath would strap it to a cart and kick it into the Tavern through the Door of Turpitude to where anger could get a hold of it and look through the bags to find something useful. One bag was filled with various ammunition, another filled with guns of all sorts, and the third held blunt weapons and edged weapons. Honestly, the cart almost didn't fit through the door at first without a little "help".(Wrath kicked it several times to get the stuffed bags through the door.)

Once this was completed, Wrath's next plan would be a most vile one, summoning a few lost souls from the depths of hell to his aid, he would then cast them into Anger's realm via the sky and let the poor beings manifest into living flesh and blood, raining from above to feed the zombies as a sort of bait. A distraction of course, and well needed it seemed considering Anger's predicament. Slowly, the zombies would begin to move away from the tavern towards the ten or so injured beings that now limped and crawled on the ground yelling in pain. Instead of needlessly endangering himself with the horde, Wrath would walk through the door next and greet Anger with an unusually upbeat tone. "Yo! " He said with a salute and a wide smile. "This a private party or can anyone jump in? " It was a sudden rush when he entered the realm and he felt it the second his feet entered the tavern. His abilities and powers were cut off, but he didn't much care either way, he still maintained an unusual carefree attitude.


User Image
[Мое желание и ваша судьба]
Ω


There was a powerful temptation to hurl a knife toward that carefree tone, but all she flung was glaring daggers. “Don’t 'yo’ me! I’m about to be eaten and you’re geared up for a picnic!” A moment passed, one in which she realized her panic was getting the better of her. Taking a deep breath, the woman’s expression softens. “Sorry, I’m really glad you’re here.” There wasn’t much time for chit chats, nor a more elaborate apology. For now, she’d take comfort in his presence. “What did you bring, hopefully you decided to put some hammer and nails in there. Do we even keep hammer and nails in Valaura. With all the magic to do repairs for us, I’m not very hopeful. We need to get these openings sealed off though, if we’re going to survive this horde.”

Standing, the woman peeked from above the table, tip toeing to see. Those that had nearly closed in had turned and moved off toward something else. She grimaced when she realized what it was. Turning, understanding Wrath had left a distraction she remembered an important factor. “Wait, do you still have your powers? If so, you can just sweep through and kill them all off real quick. For some reason I can’t access my powers at all.”

Glass suddenly shattered, a zombie bursting through a window off the side. This one obviously hadn't gotten the memo about the distractions. “s**t,” slipped a curse. Anger ran past Wrath, forgetting the question momentarily as she snatched an exposed bat from one of his bag. With a quick swing she bashed the zombie’s skull. The thing had already crawled halfway through the window. “These things are going to overrun us soon if we don’t book off the windows and the doors.” The short woman was panting heavily, worn out from all the activity. She hadn’t yet accommodated her new weakness.
Roilvn Whiro's avatar

Omnipresent Conversationalist

7,700 Points
  • Partygoer 500
  • Forum Sophomore 300
  • Marathon 300
The Shade watched the scene before him with a bit of amusement.

But sadly that did not stay that way for very long. Amusement changed quickly to dread as he felt his shadows start to lessen. He shook, feeling the shadows being ripped away from him, but it was too face for his mind to react. Head of the shadow shot back revealing the large ugly face of Dread. “Zoggit wut dis?” the shadows over his arms pulled back, a white glove, snakes and tattoos running along the entire length of the arm, the shoulder covered in a gold nob, the other arm ripping back to the clawed long arm, extending further out the other, the arms causing the shade to lose its balance. The chest was old, wrinkled, and covered in long jagged scars. He body shook, the two legs also shooting out in odd forms, on is tanned, covered in a fine film of salt, and the final leg showing an long, thickly muscled leg of a much larger man. The Voice of Dread punched out once again. “Gork n’ Mork ‘elp. I can’t do no proppa fightin as dis.” The gloved hand reached out and snapped, drawing the last of its strength to pull the shadows around this horrible mix of creatures for a the final seconds.

Then finally the shadows ebbed away, flowing into the retreats of the horror. What was left was pure human. It shook his head, placing his palms on the floor of the bar. “Jesus ******** Christ. What fresh hell is this bullshit.” He rolled over on his back, coughing and covering a long black beard. Small shades and flecks of red remained in the beard as he opened his dark eyes and looked at the roof. He sat up and looked down at his body. Great, silk pajamas. He wanted to be madder, but he knew that this was typical. Had to drag the mortal through the world didn’t they. God damn it what was that.

We could ask you the same thing mortal. Roilvn’s voice punched through first.


You ain’t no propa figh’a yooz ain’t green nuff’ The rough sound of dread flew in as well.


And then he grabbed his ears and shook his head, the sound of tramps voice overpowering him as he gasped, panting as he looked around. He had to go through what he did know. But luckily, he did not know a god damn thing, he had always found that to be a comfortable place to start.
Pride the Ever-Living's avatar

Perfect Spirit

10,300 Points
  • Marathon 300
  • Millionaire 200
  • Partygoer 500
Wrathful Misanthropist
Wrath
[Позвольте мне заканчивать ваше существование]
User Image

There was a sense that could not be ignored, a wavelength on a spiritual level that allowed Wrath, without the use of magic or other worldly gifts, the ability to know precisely how Anger was faring mentally even if no words were presented. Currently, Wrath's senses alerted him to a sudden distress, Anger's mental state was dropping form panic, to anxiety, and slowly into desperation it seemed which told him from the sin world to get a bird's eye view on things, and so he did. Anger could not link to Wrath for some reason, which was odd but in another dimension of course it was far different. Wrath initiated a one way link to look through his lesser's eyes momentarily to see just what she was facing, and upon viewing what was happening he frowned. "Probably revenge for all the people I've killed no doubt..." He was kidding of course, but the fact still remained that the dead were walking, and Anger was in danger. With foresight, Wrath would begin to pack bags from his personal armory with weapons and such that would be of some assistance. Before setting off for the tavern, Wrath would do a quick check up on his body's current condition to make sure cybernetics and the like were in perfect tip top shape. Grabbing his bags of weapons, Wrath would strap it to a cart and kick it into the Tavern through the Door of Turpitude to where anger could get a hold of it and look through the bags to find something useful. One bag was filled with various ammunition, another filled with guns of all sorts, and the third held blunt weapons and edged weapons. Honestly, the cart almost didn't fit through the door at first without a little "help".(Wrath kicked it several times to get the stuffed bags through the door.)

Once this was completed, Wrath's next plan would be a most vile one, summoning a few lost souls from the depths of hell to his aid, he would then cast them into Anger's realm via the sky and let the poor beings manifest into living flesh and blood, raining from above to feed the zombies as a sort of bait. A distraction of course, and well needed it seemed considering Anger's predicament. Slowly, the zombies would begin to move away from the tavern towards the ten or so injured beings that now limped and crawled on the ground yelling in pain. Instead of needlessly endangering himself with the horde, Wrath would walk through the door next and greet Anger with an unusually upbeat tone. "Yo! " He said with a salute and a wide smile. "This a private party or can anyone jump in? " It was a sudden rush when he entered the realm and he felt it the second his feet entered the tavern. His abilities and powers were cut off, but he didn't much care either way, he still maintained an unusual carefree attitude.


User Image
[Мое желание и ваша судьба]
Ω


"Private or not, I wont suffer the undead around those I deem worthy of my presence." Came a calm voice from behind Wrath, that belonged to no other than Pride. He'd used their link to pop over and have a look about. There was a feeling in the air that was trying to compress about him, but for the moment he looked at Anger. "A seal, of some sort. Got you didn't it?" He looked at both of them. "Can't fight it forever, but then again I am who I am." He said and with a flick of his left hand, two of the entrances were sealed up with random things bolted to the walls. "Hmm, I was aiming for diamond or stone, but reinforced wood will have to do I suppose." His magics were off and more to the matter, weak.

"This will really bug me." He said looking at his left hand, as if it was not really apart of him. Granted they could not see what he could, which was some flashy but faulting curse work trying to write its self upon his hand at the moment. "Shoddy work, this." He said to the thing trying to hammer him, that he had payed no mind to the zombie that had come up behind him. Likewise his reaction was some what less enthused as said zombie took a bite into his left shoulder, ripping his shirt. For a moment time seemed to freeze, as his gaze slide from both Wrath and Anger to the rotten jaw, trying to eat him.

"Once more, and I do hate repeating myself so listen carefully, I will not suffer then undead attacking those I deem worthy, much less them attacking my personal being." The zombie never got the chance to even register that little speech as it recoiled from the lead sin, in horror and pain. It's jaw had melted off it seemed, and the rest of it's face was likewise joining the jaw on the floor at his feet. The sin though immortal, and impervious to almost all things in most of the physical, spiritual, and magical realms was known often to allow his self to bleed. Bleeding for the lord sin was a bad thing for everyone else.

Turning around to face the decaying and dying monster that bit him, he spoke softly. "Anger, I owe you one bar-stool." He said as he grabbed the closest one, and swung it with all his inhuman might, smashing it and the corpse puddle into the ground. "I really, should learn to control my own anger better." He said more so to his self than any one else in the room. "So, looks like we have company of the dead kind, a lack of powers, a curse at work, and more black magic in the air than I care to be around right now." He said looking about the Tavern. "And here I thought this place would be safe from such things. Gah, do we have any Gin? It's going to be a while." Already his shoulder was starting to heal, though at a slower pace than normal.
Astria Kade's avatar

Loyal Kitten


cat_confused
-She entered the tavern and looked for the first open seat. No booths open, no privacy, no problem. She seats herself and waits for the next availiable waitress.-
Coffee...Black..
-Waiting for her beverage she soaks in the scenary, its dark and old fashioned. The musky smell assaulted her sences, but it reminded her of home. Her coffee arrives steaming, hotter than hell. She grins and takes a sip from her coffee.-
Perfect..
Anise Silverclaw's avatar

Devoted Knight

10,100 Points
  • Flatterer 200
  • Friendly 100
  • Forum Regular 100
LunacyAndUnison
-She entered the tavern and looked for the first open seat. No booths open, no privacy, no problem. She seats herself and waits for the next availiable waitress.-
Coffee...Black..
-Waiting for her beverage she soaks in the scenary, its dark and old fashioned. The musky smell assaulted her sences, but it reminded her of home. Her coffee arrives steaming, hotter than hell. She grins and takes a sip from her coffee.-
Perfect..


Hello. ^^ Welcome to the Tavern. Glad you decided to stop in and we hope you'll stay.

However, there is an event currently going on that affects everyone, new members included. If you'd like to join in, check out the rules and details on the front page. If not, you're welcome to hang out OOC until the event ends. ^_^
Anise Silverclaw's avatar

Devoted Knight

10,100 Points
  • Flatterer 200
  • Friendly 100
  • Forum Regular 100
Astria Kade

cat_confused


Hello, Astria. ^^
Anise Silverclaw
LunacyAndUnison
-She entered the tavern and looked for the first open seat. No booths open, no privacy, no problem. She seats herself and waits for the next availiable waitress.-
Coffee...Black..
-Waiting for her beverage she soaks in the scenary, its dark and old fashioned. The musky smell assaulted her sences, but it reminded her of home. Her coffee arrives steaming, hotter than hell. She grins and takes a sip from her coffee.-
Perfect..


Hello. ^^ Welcome to the Tavern. Glad you decided to stop in and we hope you'll stay.

However, there is an event currently going on that affects everyone, new members included. If you'd like to join in, check out the rules and details on the front page. If not, you're welcome to hang out OOC until the event ends. ^_^

Haha yea sorry realized it after i checked over the pages!
Sorry but I would love to join in!

Quick Reply

Submit
Manage Your Items
Other Stuff
Get GCash
Offers
Get Items
More Items
Where Everyone Hangs Out
Other Community Areas
Virtual Spaces
Fun Stuff
Gaia's Games