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Shu "Oh God, not again." Shu had the familiar taste of roofie on his mouth. He'd been drugged. He really had to stop accepting free drinks from creepy guys in trench coats, but...free drinks! Oh well, better to find out where he was... Ah, he was in a dungeon again. He wasn't alone either. After a quick check for his weapons, he decided to go up to the bars/dooor of his dungeon cell and get a look into the hallway, maybe get a feel for where he was in this place.

Yeah alright, if we're going to RPG, might as well dungeon it up. Name: Shu (he's in everything!) Age: Mid 20s Gender: Male Appearance: Real outlandish with the clothes, his nose is slightly off, generally smirking, carries knives and juggling balls.

Stark The sudden prospect of going through more bullshit got Stark moving out of the arena at a blistering pace almost matching walking speed. Which way did Eltiar get carried out again? Which way was the right way? Stark just had to find an exit, any exit. No more hurting. Stark's legs cried in protest. His arms, even the one not horribly ravaged by a lightning bolt, hung limply at his side. His heart was beating furiously with the mad effort of the movement, his head lulled down, unable to sustain it's perch any more. He was broken, he was beaten, but he would not be fallen. At least, he hoped not. He couldn't really see where he was going any more. His arms didn't want to feel around, either. The sight of him shoulder checking the walls lightly until he found an exit might have been humourous to someone who didn't mind laughing at the very sad excuse for a warrior. Stark didn't find any humour in the situation though, only a mild sense of panic at the thought of more fighting right now. No announcements, no sounds of more lions, no sting of further ligthnnig, everything seemed alright so far. He found an opening. Was it the one Eltiar went down? He could use some medical attention, but he was more then willing to settle for a safe place to lie down. He would just have to walk a bit further. Just a bit....furthe.... Stark had made inside a smller doorway, just outside the view of the arena, he sitill didn't know what it was, but his legs finally refused to move any further. His upper body didn't receive proper notice and kept going, then gkept going down. It was all he could do to turn himself and not fall on his burnt arm.

Either that or orgies.

You should listen to him, he's from LoAF.

Stark Stark was barely conscious. The pain from his shoulder still screamed and hissed, telling of it's staunch refusal to leave, that it intended to stay with him for a long while. It wasn't as bad as it was before Eltiar had helped though, adn Stark could almost deal with this pain with the memory of the pain that preceded it still so fresh in his memory. Not well though. Eltiar and the random ligtning mage fougth, Stark wasn't entirely sure what was happening, or who won, but neither side looked real good. "...Stark!" That was Eltiar. Stark had to do something. Had to help his old friend. Get up. Come on, get up! GOD DAMNIT STARK GET UP! "Eltiar..." Stark was on his feet, though not really standing, still in the process of rising, slowly, fighting against all those impulses telling him no, telling him to lie back down for a few years. They were mutinous, and he wouldn't listen. He was his own master, they would obey. He would make it over there, he would help his friend, he would ge tthe Hell out of here, and then he would finally submit to them, he told himself, almost promising to his body. "I'm here." Stark was upright now, slowly hobblnig over to the ice mage. He looked bad. Worse then Stark. The lightning guy had done some kind of trick, something really underhanded. There was no way he could have even touched Eltiar in a straight up fight. Stark let the rage fill him, bringing with it what little reserves of adrenaline he had left, giving him the power to move a bit more. "We have to get you out of here. There'll bee doctors and sages in the pits, for winning gladiators." Stark managed a faint smile. "I'd say you qualify."

be a snake mage? I'm not really big on mages.

I figure you turn the icicles into snakes, then he's pretty fucked.

I figure you turn the icicles into snakes, then he's pretty fucked.

Well, we could always leave a fiery trail in outr wake behind us when we leave Alabaste.

For reals, PEOPLE DIED.

I dunno, seems like a good spot to end the RP.

Ike x Rolf Rolf: Ike! Ike: What is it, Rolf? I'm in kind of a bad mood, Soren sucker punched me out of nowhere and called me an asshole for no reason. Rolf: Bitching, anyways, you always got like 8 girls hanging around you, right? Ike: Yeah, it's rpetty badass, I feel better, thanks. *turns to leave* Rolf: Wait! I was asking for help with girls! Ike: Don't you usually ask Ranulf? Rolf: Yeah, but he gives me advice even the skankiest whores won't do. Ike: How do you know? Rolf: Mist said no. Ike: I'm giving you a 5 second head start. Rolf: See, you're already better then Ranulf! Mist x Soren Mist: Oh God Rolf, that's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard, not even if you had 5000 gold! Oh hey Soren, what's up? Soren: Why do you hang out with guys like that, Mist? Mist: I don't know, growing up I didn't have a lot of options, I guess, I got used to the guys I was with, so I kinda ended up with guys like that. I neevr really had a calm smart influence. Soren: What about me? I've always loved you, since before it was even FE apropriate, and I've been there for you... Mist: What? look, Soren, I may have experimented with Jill a few years back but that does not make me a lesbian. Soren: ...I'm a guy, Mist. Mist: What? Ike told me you were a chick. Soren: ...That son of a bitch, where is he?! ...And that's two semi-connected things, I guess. Dunno what I was really trying for.

k, that's better then abandoning the RP. There were serious concerns of flakage, but that's cool, we'll give him the Sho treatment.

Okayman, let's lay off, he wouldn't do something silly like that.

Stark With the crowd cheering them on as they quickly looted, some guys came out to hurry them off t- Stark lay on the ground, semi-propped up against the back wall of the arena. What the fuck just...what was gonig on? His...everything really hurt. Wait...his shoulder especially-what the fuck?! Why was his shoulder on fire? Rollrollrollrollrollroll. What the shit? Oh god, his arm, fuck fuck fuck fuck! ...Fuck!

I been writing these since back when FE9 was new, so I got a good writing feel for the GM, for sure. Also, flattery will get you everywhere. Including ahead of guy who's requests been waiting for like a mopnth or something. Muarim: King Kilvas! Naesala: Oh, it's the pet tiger, how wonderful for me. Muarim: My friend Vika, she told me that you were very unkind to her, and I wish to sort this out. Naesala: Vika... Not ringing any bells here. Muarim: She is the female raven of our group. Naesala: Oh, the hot bitch with the stoner eyes, right. What of it? Muarim: She informed me you were very sexist with her, and that you implied her worth was low. Naesala: So I slapped her on the ass and called her useless, like all chick ravens. Muarim: That is unacceptable! Naesala: Listen, Jolly Green Jackass, you ever seen a chick raven soldier? Muarim: No.. Naesala: Ever heard of a Queen of Kilvas? Muarim: Well, no. Naesala: Is Vika even at all useful in fighting humans, who are much weaker then us? Muarim: Well... She offers us support through- Naesala: Exactly, now get out of here before I start charging for obvious answers. Muarim: I... Alright. *slap* Muarim: Did... Did you just pat my ass? Naesala: Yeah, I'm a little scamp, ain't I?

and another about Boyd Boyd: I'm so awesome! Mist: No... No, you're really not. Boyd: I know... and in the vein of a longer one... Boyd: And then I tapped her on the ass and said "By the way, nice jugs!" Mist: Wow, you're a terrible human being. Boyd: Yeah, I am pretty awesome. No wonder the ladies love me. Mist: The ladies hate you. The guys hate you too. Boyd: Well, at least I have you. Mist: I hate you mroe then everyone else combined, and they all hate you a lot. Boyd: So, you wanna make out? Mist: I think I just threw up a little. Boyd: I don't mind! It'll remind me of my first kiss! Mist: Good-bye, Boyd. Boyd: I'll miss you too!

make one about Tibarn Tibarn: Morning, Ulki, sleep well? Ulki: I never sleep. My own heartbeat is like a scream in constant intervals. Tibarn: That's super. Janaff? Janaff: Can't complain. Tibarn: What's on the scheduel for today? Ulki: You're supposed to pronouince some new royal decress to the masses, and then Tai-Bo. Tibarn: Cool, where's my speech at, yo? Janaff: Right he...oh. Tibarn: What is it? Janaff: Well, it looks like Naesala stole your royal decrees speech. Tibarn: What makes you say that? Janaff: Well, most of the speech talks about how dumb hawks are, and how it's now a law that all treasure of the hawk nation be left unguarded at the shoreline. Also there seems to be a crude drawing of me and Ulki...stroking the uh... the royal shaft. Also it says crows rule about a hundred times on the other side of the page. Tibarn: Well, what should we do? Ulki: Leave all our money at the shoreline unguarded? Tibarn: ...Damn these random magically binding papers! Who thought those were a good idea?

On to bigger and better things...maybe?

Stark Okay, best way to deal with lions... He was pretty sure he had a lecture on this before, back when Alabaste was a decent place. Back when the arena was for fair fights without this kind of bullshit. Damn armour guy, bringing them here, what was his name again? Kyle? Either way he was a douche and Stark hoped he died painfully. Oh, look at that, he did. "...Fuck!" Stark ran past Rutem and the big guy, still going at it in one of the most epic offscreen fights he'd ever not seen, and picked up a spear. He wasn't sure whose, it had a chunk of human on it, though. He figured it was more suited to lion fighting then a sword. Turned out the lion was distracted with Kyle's meaty goodness to notice the shaft heading for its throat. It wasn't a clean kill, not by any measure, the beast was still alive, just bleeding out and suffocating at the same time. It tried to charge at Stark, but the spear, lodged in it's neck, hit the ground and pressed itself further into the beast, causing death about halfway through the final run of what should never have been in an arena in the first place. Lions weren't like most of the beasts out there, they generally didn't kill people, unless they were disturbed. These ones had likely been starved for a week before being set loose. Artificial monsters... The crowd's cheering had grown louder, Jeph seemed to be egging them on. Stark looked around, everyone was still alive on their side. Well, the peasants that were left to fight witht hem were all dead, and Kyle, but most of them were still alive, and that would be good enough for now. Stark pulled Dom aside. "Before we get ushered out of here, let's you and me see if these guys had anything worth pawning off, be a shame to leave it behind." Stark took a dejected look at Kyle's body. "Him too. Be discrete, I don't know how Jeph or Fargo would take it, but I'm pretty sure that knight guy wouldn't appreciate us looting the dead."

Alright, through our own less obvious chat functions, I think we're starting to have a real world here. Now we just have to do something with it.

Vampwolfski? What a shitty name. Approved.

Purg is lazy, no one can predict Ronny's movements.

Alternatively, I've been out of any kind of reception for the last few days, on an adventure of sorts.