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Stark Oh Lightkratos, those two... He said be noticeable, not attract the attention of every member of the city guard this side of...that hanging grounds group Stark had caused. A little hypocritical, maybe, but the fact remained they were drawing the wrong kinds of attention, and they were-Oh hey it was Dom, sporting the same cloaked look as Stark. Maybe this wasn't such a dumb plan after all. Dom said he'd been away too long, like he had some choice in it. "Hey, you try slipping away from a large group of people very intent on your death while also telling certain people to meet you in x spot without being noticed by the guys who want you dead. It ain't easy, I-what? Who is i-Oof!" Stark hadn't quite been knocked over, but he had to take a bracing step back. The little girl who used to tackle him with hugs had grown up a lot since last he saw her. Eltair's little girl, Yuki. What was she doing here? ...His shirt was getting kind of wet. "Yuki...Yuki!" Stark was pretty conscious of the scene that was being made and he didn't care to have his head removed, no matter how nice of a moment it was. "What are you doing out here?" She managed to say that she had seen him fighting at the bar (what was she doing at the bar?), and that she had seen him fighting, between sobs. That was.... If he'd known she'd been there he would have never... Things couldn't be undone though. Had to move on... Really had to move on, in his case. Stark still had an arm around Yuki while she was regaining her composure, but it was Dom he was addressing. "Do you know where the others are? Because I think it's about time we got out of here, with or without them, before we lose Fargo again or something."

alternatively, death.

...he might.

You mean Blaine? Cause Ragnell backed out of the RP.

What's the point of being inthe RP if you aren't even going to read it? Ignoring anything not directly related with your characters is self-important and disrespectful to the others writing alongside you. Now, if you feel they deserve no respect and their posts aren't worth reading, good for you. So basically, everyone but Ronny, read the posts.

latter.

Stark Fargo, that made Stark feel... a bit better, anyways. He looked completely oblivious to the situation around him as always, and he seemed not to realize that a lot of the commotion and confusion was Stark's fault. Well, actually, things were already settling down for the most part, this town was remarkably good at adapting to anything. They'd probably sell authentic I was at the hanged-man's escape T-shirts within the hour. "Alright, you two. Here's the plan." Stark didn't actually have a plan, but he was hoping one would form as he spoke. "We get everyone together, or everyone we can, we find the cart, and we get out of here, with anyone in any trouble with the law riding inside, and also you two." Stark added that last bit in there because he figured either of them had the capability to say exactly the wrong thing to get them inspected by some random passing paladins or something. He already escaped righteous justice once today, he didn't want to push his luck with whatever deity they worshipped any further. That reminded him to utter out a quick thank you prayer to Lightkratos. That helped. "Okay you two, we're going to go find the others, I want you two to make a bit of a commotion as you move, be noticeable, and I'm going to hang back a bit. Please, stay where I can see you, we don't need this getting worse then it already is." That seemed like a workable plan. Whistler I was ready to get out of there, right then, take a trip with Beaker to some other town and watch him play god with something else. Funny how things never play out like they should. I kinda wish that's how it happened no. but I saw Cog, Andy, walk up to the guy from IA and start a conversation with him. I ain't no hero. In fact, I don't think anyone could call me really brave, but you give a guy the ability to walk around undetected, and he feels a lot braver'n he actually is. I told Beaker I had to go help Cog, cause really, I ain't got a lot of friends and I was looking to keep the ones I did have. So I go around a corner and take my layer of clothes off, and make sure beaker's gonna take care of them for me, then I make a quick jog over to the two of them. Funny thing is, conversation was just wrapping up when I get there, seemed pretty pleasant, actually. I was wondering if maybe I got the whole Internal Affairs thing way off, rumours and the like tend to get out of hand. I know better now, though. I should have been more afraid. You know, when I was a kid, my pops used to tell me I get too lost in the little things, was never much of a big picture guy. I'd get so concerned about something small, and something big would pass me right by, else-wise it'd smack me right in the face on it's way through. never really learned my lesson though. Hell, when I joined the order I was so wrapped up in what happened to me, I never even bothered to ask what the Order was all about. That wasn't the end of it, either. There I was running to save my friend from this IA menace, and I didn't even see the bigger picture. I don't suppose many of us did, but still, looking back on it, I feel like I should have done something about it, you know? That ain't really my lot in life though, I guess. But yeah, I decided to wait, give it some time, see if anything went down. But it didn't. So when Cog made it a good way away, I stopped him myself, and tried to ask him what the Hell was going on and why he was talking to a killer. Cog, he's more upbeat then most people I know. Definitely more upbeat then me, anyways... Sorry, I guess I was just thinking about stuff, you know? Where were we, anyways?

Totally, more people very welcome in Stark's general vicinity.

Stark and Derwood are where the cart used to be, before the group moved. Stark didn't know they moved, and is trying to figure out where the fuck everyone is. Jeph, yeah. Purg hasn't posted with Dom in a while, so I dunno. as for Fargo, I'm never sure.

Stark "..." Stark had really tried to say something, but the complete lack of anything resembling forethought or strategy in those plans made him think it might be best to just let those ideas sit there in the aether. Somehow it felt like addressing them would be giving a certain credibility to them that they just didn't deserve. It was probably best to pretend the last little bit of the conversation hadn't happened, like they stepped into some alternate reality where Stark hadn't asked Harris for his advice on anything. "...Do you know where anyone is? Did they leave or did they just move around or what?" Maybe asking for something more concrete would yield better results, Stark mentally prepared himself to take a step into another alternate reality where he hadn't made the same dumb mistake twice, though. Fuego Eternal...what? Oh....Oh! Oh... Fuego did his best not to betray his surprise and fear at the mention of the cell responsible for discipline and enforcement. He'd heard it's official title was the Generic cell, but everyone knew it as internal affairs, a sick joke about a sick group. Fuego had seen this guy before, once, when he was still new, talking with Eisig. He didn't look like much, but Eisig had done everything in his power not to be confrontational with him, so he could obviously hold his own in a fight. Was he here just for Eisig? Or did he want to clean house? Fuego had heard stories of entire cells being wiped out because of worries of dissent after one person didn't follow orders or went against the Order's goals. How was he supposed to deal with this? A plan hit him, not a great plan, but better then standing there like an idiot staring. Fuego reached out his hand to shake the man's "Yeah, I'm Fuego, from the Shizen cell. Do you mind if I ask your code name and cell, as a precaution?" He left his face unchanged, and did his best to keep balanced. If things coul just move smoothly for 30 seconds, he might be able to get out of this situation. ...But things never go smoothly. Not ever. Another guy came up, with big arms, they didn't look like htey were really his. He could probably crush stone. The IA enforcer. Fuego had heard their enforcer had claws, but looking at this guy's arms, he could probably change them out for claws or any other kind of fighting/torture device. These were just civilian arms. Okay new plan, get out of there. Now. "Klints? Remember that time in the caves, with that griffon? Remember the order we got from Mr. Lightning?" Fuego reached out with his mind, as best as he could, this would be tricky, at best. He felt them all out there, little heartbeats. "I think it's time for a repeat." The handy thing about being a pyrokinetic, and not a fire mage, is that you don't need all those controlling motions or spirit pacts or however you draw on your source for it. You are the source, and what's more, after a few years of intensive training with a guy who throws lightning bolts at you as punishment for failure, you pick up some really neat ways to manipulate it. This... was not going to be subtle. From all around him, tents lit up and people dove out of the way... a few didn't make the dive. But this was a lifeline for him, and he'd rather be a killer then killed, he decided that a long time ago. Much faster then he would usually move it, fire came rushing at him, he lost his sight of the outside world, but that didn't matter. He wasn't going to be here much longer. He felt like he had enough, and as he thought that, a swirling pillar shot up from the very concentrated base A cylindrical twister moved into the sky with a speed reserved for the most dangerous birds of prey. in this whirling fire tube Fuego rode in the eye, pushing himself with his living transport system, moving the fire and himself with it at the same time. He really couldn't see anything but directly ahead now, streaking across the top of the town and outside, and he just hoped Klints would be smart enough to take the cue and not hang around to ask the two very deadly members behind him what that was all about.

Also 01:00 mr_e_s Calil: Largo, ring the last call bell. 01:00 mr_e_s Largo: But I don't wanna! 01:01 mr_e_s Calil: Largo you're down to one arm and I've still got 29 Elthunders, you're not going to outlast me 01:01 mr_e_s Largo: On it, ma'am 01:01 mr_e_s *Bell rings* 01:01 mr_e_s Largo: Okay folks, you don't have to go home, but calil says you gotta get the Hell out of here! 01:02 mr_e_s *Largo ushers everyone out* 01:02 mr_e_s Calil: Alright, let's shut down for the night and...there's still one here. 01:02 mr_e_s Largo: Yeah... The little guy is passed right out, I figured he could just sleep it off here, he'd probably get run over by a carriage or something if I threw him out 01:03 mr_e_s Calil: I don't care if you toss him at the bottom of a lake, no more taking home drunks! 01:03 mr_e_s Largo: But you won't let me keep a puppy, this is all I have... 01:03 mr_e_s Calil: *sigh* fine... Just, leave him a dish of water for the morning or something 01:03 mr_e_s *the next morning* 01:04 mr_e_s Calil: Now, I want you to take him for a wal first thing, I won't have any vomit on my floor. 01:04 mr_e_s Largo: I promise! I...oh... 01:04 mr_e_s Calil: Sweet Ashera where is all my booze? 01:05 mr_e_s Largo: awww, he left us a note! It says thanks for all the booze, I'll tell my friends-Shinon that was nice of him. 01:05 mr_e_s Calil *pulls out Elthunder*

00:53 mr_e_s Ilyana: I'm so hungry... 00:53 mr_e_s Mia: That's super! Let's go sword fight! 00:54 mr_e_s or in the vein of something longer ~~~ 00:54 mr_e_s Mia: Hey, Ilyana, I know you lost your tent recently, and I think it's fine that you stay with me, I don't even mind that you need the bed, I don't mind sleeping on the floor. But... 00:54 mr_e_s Ilyana: What is it? 00:54 mr_e_s Mia: Some of my stuff went missing today 00:55 mr_e_s Ilyana: What's your point? 00:55 mr_e_s Mia: Well, when I say some of my stuff, I mean everything, I now own an empty tent and the clothes I'm wearing 00:55 mr_e_s Ilyana: And... 00:55 mr_e_s Mia: Well, you're looking especially well fed today 00:56 mr_e_s Ilyana: I don't appreciate these allegations, I don't even know where I'd be able to sell all your things for extra rations 00:56 mr_e_s Mia: Makalov's been working kitchen duty all week. 00:56 mr_e_s Ilyana: Oh fine, I'll buy you a killing edge. 00:56 mr_e_s Mia: All is forgiven!

The...Sith lord from KotoR?

Stark Stark kicked a random bucket as a vent for his anger. It got some good air, sailed pretty high and double banked off two tent canopies to come to rest just short of a wagon, not his wagon, but a wagon. And...hey a familiar face, how about that. Stark felt better, but only a little, at the sight of his 'companion', truth be told, this was probably the last guy he wanted to run into out of all the guys he'd been traveling with, but beggars can't be choosers, and desperation as setting in as the ring of paladins, plus any other guard that was around at the time would likely know what he looked like, and wouldn't let him off with a stern talking to. "Harris!" Stark was trying to shout and whisper at the same time. It came out more hoarse then anything. "Harris!" He tried again, a bit louder, neither attempt grabbing the attention of the dubious merchant. Even worse, he was heading away. Stark wasn't about to lose contact with the only person he could find, even if that person had tried to sell him on a bunch of obviously fake coins. Stark opted for physical notice this time, grabbing Harris very abruptly by his shoulders. "Harris!" Stark said, probably a bit too loud for how close he was and how wanted he'd no doubt be, but he was agitated. Not really at Harris so much, more that the cart wasn't there. "Where is everyone? Did they leave us behind? I swear to Lightkratos is they left me for that I wo-" Stark cut his speech short, lowered his cloak's hood, and pretended to inspect the wares of the stand he was at. The stand turned out to be selling little souvenirs of Corthrone, teacups and plates with poorly drawn pictures of the moving market littered the area of the set-up Stark was in. Funnily enough, none of the pictures were the same. He supposed whenever someone took a landscape of the city, the tents would be in completely different places, making for a different city. That was....not the point of what he was doing. "Listen, if we're going to get out of here, we need a plan, and all I got so far is don't be here. You got anything better?" Fuego He felt bad about that little accident back there. He let his anger control him, and if his emotions were in control, he wasn't. Mr. Lightning taught him that. It took him a while to get through his head, but he really understood it now. Had to be calm, had to focus. Klints just had a way of getting to him, and he didn't even mean to... maybe that was why. Fuego just filed it away as a mistake to learn from, and went about his search for Klints. Then he saw it, Klints had sent up a signal. Fuego did his best to make it to him, but....this market was just so confusing. There were no landmarks to work from but this big central building. He was sure in the time he'd stopped to question people about Klints earlier, he'd passed the same merchants numerous times, each times with different layouts of their goods. He hated to admit it, but the little changes in location and items almost made him buy some things he didn't need, and Fuego was a pretty frugal guy. These merchants knew their stuff. ...Half an hour. Fuego wasn't even sure he was heading in the right direction. So hard to keep a straight line when the lines move on you. No guarantee Klints would even be there any more. But he still had a general direction to check, and that was better then before. Blocking out the calls of vendors now, Fuego just focused on figuring out where that signal had been shot up from, if he could get there, he could probably keep track of Klints... maybe. He finally started seeing it, a bunch of fallen dust and dirt clumps, mostly crushed down, but still too persistent in the surrounding area to be coincidence. This was where the signal was shot up, or where it came down, anyways... No Klints though. No obvious dirt surfing tracks, he could be anywh-there he was. Fuego had to admit, the golden armour was useful, and as flashy and dumb as it was, it drew less attention then a leash. Wait, who was that guy Klints was with, walking away? Fuego could swear he'd seen him somewhere, maybe he was on the job? But how would he know Klin-dumb question. Klints probably threw up this signal, and this guy had probably heard stuff about the Shizen cell like rumours pass around the cells somehow all the time. He probably just answered the call before Fuego got a chance to. Still, something about the guy nagged at Fuego. He'd have to keep an eye on him. Always be vigilant, even if your opponent doesn't look like much. Some of the greatest warriors prefer to look like pushovers, never hold back if you don't know your opponents strength. Better to use more force then necessary then be on the receiving end. His old training had been coming back to him a lot these past few days. He'd really learned a lot from Mr. Lightning, and he didn't even know his real name. What would they put on the tombstone? Would there even be a tombstone? Would Fuego get one when he died? Would it say Fuego on it? Somewhere in that line of thought, he managed to catch up to Klints and this stranger. He considered hanging back and keeping an eye on them, but with his luck, someone would set up shop between the two of them and he'd lose them for another few hours. He opted instead just to show up. "Klints, you need to stop running off." Fuego said matter of factly, like he'd been there all along. He kind of abandoned that right away as he turned to the stranger though. "And who are you?"

Not gonna lie, camtech, not too optimistic about this one, it doesn't seem like you really put any thought into this it's a self-insert..with amnesia. also, not a fan of OoC in RP posts. there's a chat topic for OoC convo, in post it kind of mucks up any kind of flow we may have going. I'll probably say yes if you make an actual character, but as of yet, no.

where's the 5am welcoming committee?

Hiya, ZoZo.

Man, if I made an inapropriate joke about suicide around someone who'd been there, I would just die.

For every post you make in SQ I'll write a booper! Maybe...

I'll just leave it said I will be ready to go should Astelaine return to GM this, though I wouldn't have my characters rely heavily on hers for fear of abandonment.

Also, an orphaned girl, really? Was half-dragon taken?

Because Sage said so?

*belated response* I still recommend it. A lot of discussion happens over it.

Alright, tentative approval, assuming you read up a bit and play nice, everything should be fine. But yeah, reserving the right to take that back if shit goes South.