WoefulInfinity
Eloquent Raider
Would you say your character is amazing, fabulous or just plain incredible?
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Jatel
Shadowy Lunatic
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WoefulInfinity
Eloquent Raider
Cartagia
Luna_et_Noctis
Luna_et_Noctis
fluoroid
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Jalil
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WoefulInfinity
And if he knew she was eyeing a pickaxe (wtf is thhat doing in a bar), he. Would get very worried.
I have no doubt that's gonna break the dartboard. Esp w/ Dev throwing it.
I have no doubt that's gonna break the dartboard. Esp w/ Dev throwing it.
Wait..no no no! Not a pickaxe, an icepick!!
Although yes...if there were a random pick axe lying around in the pile Dev -would- be eyeing it and it probably -would- break the dart board when she threw it rofl
Kimaya
Black hair is my bane....
Luna_et_Noctis
White hair is mine. And pale skin. (which is kind of funny on both accounts with Lamia being my main)
You know, I actually enjoy painting those the best because you get to give the illusion of a color while using different colors. Then again, since Draggy has pale skin and black hair, and Devaena has that pale whitish hair, I end up coloring those a lot xd
Best advice I was ever given by an artist though was to never paint something in true black or true white. Use a dark or light shade of some other color (blue seems to be the preferred) to give the illusion. Unfortunately not sure how well that would ever translate to copics, but it works -wonders- for digital painting 3nodding
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WoefulInfinity
"I suppose I don't see the point in moping about the past. What happened happened, and if I don't get my head back on my shoulders straight afterwards and keep going forward then I've lost. As long as I'm still going I have a chance, a damn good chance, to turn that loss into a win. Accepting my fate is part of the package I suppose. Although, hmmm..." For the first time since their conversation began, Devaena looked thoughtful. It was something she hadn't thought much of yet. What would she do if she couldn't get off this plane. Sure, she could stir up trouble here in the plane of Serendipity, but...if she was dead, as she was certain she was (after all, one did not soon forget the sensation of a pack of those b*****d, fanatical gehreleth's tearing them apart), then..would anything she even did here count in the long run? Surely it would, surely even here if she tempted souls and led them to their demise she would be tipping the scales of balance towards the darkness she was born from. Wouldn't she?
But what if she wouldn't*? What if nothing she did here mattered because this place, this wretched place of dumb luck and planar mishaps, was out of the loop with the planes as a whole? They said that people who died here in Serendipity often reappeared on the plane somewhere else, which mean their souls likely stayed in tact...which meant that Devaena would never be able to cash in on anything she did here, if that were true. This was...concerning to say the least. Even if she managed to manipulate enough people to where the whole of Serendipity turned into a den of vice and devoured itself whole, what would she gain from it now? Her own personal Gehenna** perhaps, but that did nothing to further her own goals. And that meant that she might have to reevaluate her goals. This was indeed a powerful place, there had to be a way to use that, manipulate it to her advantage, and make it matter.
Finally after the moment's pause where she processed all this, she looked back to Rivek. "I suppose I haven't thought about that all that much. Even I'm subject to the desire to want to go home, but supposing I did stay here. Well, I'd like to carve out some sort of piece of this place to be my own. I'd probably have to serve as a hired blade for a time, earn some of this place's money, get in decently with the locals at least. You know, get my name out there. Then once I'd accomplished that, maybe I'd start a small business of my own. A gambling den perhaps, because people, myself included, love games of chance and daring. There would have to be card tables, perhaps some dice games. Or maybe I'd start a fight club, somewhere for people to come and spar for gold and glory and hone their fighting skills. And of course if you didn't want to fight then you could always come try your luck betting on who would win." She gave a short laugh. "I actually used to work at a similar place that combined both, and it was a good business. After all, it would give 'Outsiders', as they like to call us, a place to let out their frustrations and aggressions, and it would give the restless natives some entertainment."
And it would give me a chance to resume my operations and build my forces again, Devaena thought to herself.
((* Oh dear, you have the fiend rethinking her purpose in the multiverse!
** Can you imagine if Dev got her claws into a place like Serendipity?
Figured I'd let Rivek respond and ask any questions about what she intends to do before they continue with the game, plus I gotta go to work...again
...please for the love of God don't let tonight be like last night gonk
Hopefully cya in a few hours of all goes well >.< Later!))
WoefulInfinity
Eloquent Raider
Luna_et_Noctis
WoefulInfinity
Eloquent Raider
Luna_et_Noctis
Luna_et_Noctis
Finoewae
Finoewae
Jatel
Luna_et_Noctis
Teagan decided to be more social than usual, but anything to distract the two new strangers from her true purpose, right?
"Come with me, I know a decent place to eat." she grinned.
Garland's. Let's hope that a*****e cook doesn't see or recognize me there.
She led Ja'tel and Lamia back to the center plaza, quietly and hurriedly past Dead Man's Meet, and onto the old, worn steps of Garland's Restaurant. The inside of it sounded quieter from last time. Maybe this would be a perfect night to talk. She peeked inside, and saw the familiar soft glow of candles on the tables and walls, with a small decorative fireplace in the center.
"I've only eaten here once..." Teagan said in an odd, hushed tone, "but their duck was exquisite. It's very exotic. It's dark and quiet inside, so we can sit in a corner away from the doors and chat."
Teagan breathed a prayer and opened the doors to Garland's slowly. Good, no sign of the cook. Just a cheerful hostess that lead them to a corner booth, much further back than Teagan had sat the first time.
"Here we are.." Teagan said awkwardly, trying to take charge. "They won't take long to come back to take our order. I'm certain they'll make anything you can imagine. Well, their version of it.." She took a seat furthest from the rest of the room, clearing her throat. She hoped that someone else would begin to speak, and hopefully give her information before she had to fish for it.