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(13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((yup)) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>yeah (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>yes (19) Seriad: <font color='#66aebd'>Oh Hey! (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>(( yea)) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Will anyone NOT be attending the audience with Bullvolio (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>no i have to find out why my moirails crying (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((well you have an hour)) (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc is going (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>(( we still have an hour dude )) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>You do have an hour...during your time here at Bullvolios manor you've found this place is vast and decadent, and the staff most helpful (when they don't percieve you as "judging") (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>((scratch that then)) (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc will instead wallow in his own sad for a while (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{Hey Rypsor, can I try something real quick?} (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik sits down next to his moirail. "Hey tlaloc, What's wrong?" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Sure. What do you propose trying?" (19) Seriad: <font color='#66aebd'>((Can I be alchemizing, or should I find something to do?)) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((do what you want it's your character)) (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{I want to see if my Mind aspect has improved at all. Do you care if I try some mind-y thing on you? I doubt it'd be anything too destructive} (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc says nothing and just pretends to ignore him (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"...What kind of a Mind-y thing?" (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik scoots closer to tlaloc, putting an arm around his shoulders. "What's wrong, man?" (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{Well it's just that I'm the Bard of Mind, you see, and I was wondering about the extent of my powers recently} (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{So if you could, perhaps, concentrate on something} (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{And then have me attempt to guess it, that would be great} (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor looks noticeably relieved. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Yes, of course! Hang on a minute." (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor takes on a look of concentration. (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>Kikate closes his eyes and attempts to probe Ryspor's consciousness. [4df+1] => [1,1,1,-1,1] = (3) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>You are bombarded by a plethora of images of cats of all shapes and sizes. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>You resist the urge to meow. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>"Tlaloc, you can't ignore me forever." (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{Human feline creatures?} (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor blushes a little. (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"I-I'm not ignoring you o-ok" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"It's...a bit of an obsession of mine." (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{Oh, sorry } (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>"What's wrong?" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"F-fuck dud-e I need a minute, I ca-an barely ta-a-alk right, right now" (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{Ah, okay. Well that's nothing to be ashamed of! I find them quite amiable from the looks of them} (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{Though I wouldn't know, really} (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik begins softly papping tlalocs face. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>"Shooooooooosh" (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>Seriad recaptchalouges her things and wonders off to the main room. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"I also enjoy Alternian meowbeasts!" (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>"Shoooooooosh" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Especially the Alternian Sphinx." (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor begins gazing dreamily off into the distance. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>He proceeds to go on an hour-long tangent. (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc gently but firmly grabs Jossik's wrist and pulls it off his face (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((or well a however-long tangent)) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>The things you now know about sphinxes. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>"Wh-what? Oh gog, did i do something wrong? I'm so sorry." (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Seriad in the main ballroom are hundreds of bulls in various colorful costumes, gossipsing and drinking an absolutely absurd amount of wine. You get very strange looks from the nearby bulls for some reason (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Dude I'm a- I'm a m-mess just leave me alo-o-one" (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>"Hell no. I'm your moirail, i am NOT gonna leave you alone." (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>Approach Ryspor and Kikate. (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc exhales a wavering, clipped sigh and coughs, then rubs his eye with his palm (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Wh-what is it that you want?" (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{Oh, hey Seriad} (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>Hi. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>"What's wrong, Tlaloc? You can talk to me." (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"...and personally, I find the most fascinating aspect of them to be their vast intelligence! It's been theorized that they have a connection to some sort of collective consciousness..." (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>Well kind of Rsypor, (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor ignores you and continues happily babbling. (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{He he he. Won't get much out of him when he's like this. It's not you, though} says Kikate, turning to face Seriad (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{Have you been doing okay?} (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"I really don't feel l-luh-like talking about it o-ok!?" (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>Some people believe that it's connected to the star constelation* Leone, as he is the kind of the stars... blah blah blah drone drone drone. (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>*king (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor realizes that OH MY GOSH SOMEONE ELSE LIKES THE TOPIC AS MUCH AS HE DOES. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>"Tlaloc, comeone. I'm your moirail, you can tell me anything." (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>He turns to Seriad. "Well, hello there! You were saying something about the stars?" (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Yes. Um, did you not hear any of it...? (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc scowls and turns away (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>Kikate sighs, having nothing to contribute to any of his team member's conversations. He takes a seat in an area of the room fairly unoccupied by spilt wine and sits cross-legged, attempting to focus on the mental chatter of the area. [4df+1] => [-1,1,1,1,1] = (3) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Haha, I have a habit of tuning things out when I start talking about my interests." (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>"Tlaloc, please. What is going on? What happened?" (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Hm, well that's cool!" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Terribly sorry. My name's Ryspor, by the way. I don't think we've met..." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Huffs and then starts a rant. Such anger. Much annoy. (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Seriad, and I don't believe we have," (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"I'm only telling you this because you're starting to annoy me and I know you won't leave until I tell you" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor beams. "Well, it's very nice to meet you, Seriad! I had heard about the stars theory, but had never really given it much thought." (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Well it's quite interesting! I could lend you a few books. IF we reach my planet..." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"I miss shit. I miss being royalty and I miss Jaguardad and I miss not having to do shit and I miss my stuff and I miss my servants and I miss not being hated by everyone I interact with and I miss being important and most of all I miss Beau and I miss not being bothered by people asking me shit" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"That would be wonderful. I also have a rather extensive library in my hive, and truth be told, I am getting a bit tired of this constant partying." (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik doesn't say anything, he simply listens and wait for his moirail to finish." (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Even a social butterfly like me can only take so much." (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"At least the wine is nice I guess." (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>Kikate stands up, mildly annoyed by his exclusion. He decides to look for an entrance to the Emergency Orgy Overflow Room so that he may know where it is once the time comes. (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>[4df+2] => [0,1,1,-1,2] = (3) (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"And I miss not having to cry because everything is horrendous and horrible and agonizing and-"

Tlaloc doesn't finish the sentence and just pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik tries to hug his moirail (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Oh yes, the wine. I've been a bit afraid to try it ever since you and Jossik's little, ah, excursion with it." (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>It's not hard to find...follow the trail of torn undergarments and Caviar smears (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Oh please! It's great!" Seriad survey's the area for a fountain or something, notice. [4df+3] => [0,0,0,1,3] = (4) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Wine flows from a fountain in the center of the room, it is also being carried by serving bulls to those who are TO FUCKING LAZY to go get it themselves (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>Are there cups near this fountain? (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>Kikate lets out a sigh. {Must we drink now? I'd rather we look somewhat presentable for Bullvolio.} (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc lets Jossik hug him, but he's all tense and doesn't acknowledge his palebro and just sits there (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Oh, I'm sorry, J-Just a 'sip'?" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor looks uncomfortable, but allows himself to be taken to the fountain. "Just a sip, perhaps..." (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>"I know stuff is bad right now, but we can't focus on that. We need to focus on solutions, not problems." (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>And littering the floor seriad...these bulls are kinda huge slobs (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>Kikate flinches, still feeling a bit guilty regarding the break-up. As he should, he supposes. {Never mind. Go for it, but do try to control yourselves.} (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>Seriad "Grabs a cup and starts pourin' it up" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"You know what" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"I think I need to do something to feel better" (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>"What is it?" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor takes the cup gingerly. It feels a bit...slippery. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>He desperately tries not to think about this and fails utterly. (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc gets up and pulls his golden mask over his eyes and walks into the main room inconspicously (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>He takes a small sip of the drink. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik stands up and follows his moirail, a slightly worried look on his face. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"It's not actually that bad." (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Ryspor, physqiue check with a +2 bonus (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>Seriad quickly gulps her first cup, trying to remind herself this will probably tbe the only one. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>[4df+2] => [-1,-1,0,0,2] = (0) (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc calmly finds a cup not covered in bullspit and then walks over to the wine fountain (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>"Tlaloc don't you dare." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Jossik fuck you" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"I'm going to kick your face in if you don't step off right now" Trolling [4df+3] => [1,0,0,-1,3] = (3) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((what do i roll against thta?)) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>(Will to resist trolling) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((it's will, right?)) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Ryspor is now "A bit buzzed" <font color='#ff8000'>(22) Balish (enter): 20:22 (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>[4df+2] => [1,0,-1,1,2] = (3) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor takes a slightly bigger sip. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((wait ties go to initiater right )) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Ryspor roll me another physqiue...this is some startling smooth yet potent stuff (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>[4df] => [-1,-1,1,0] = (-1) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Indeed, Jossik takes one mental stress as Tlaloc trolls his ass good (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc scoops his cup into the fountian and takes a swig, and does it again and again, faster and faster untill he's splashing wine all over his face (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik stops in his tracks, looking majorly hurt. (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Ryspor is no longer buzzed. he's now "totes already drunk" (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Tlaloc, roll me a physique at minus 2 as you guzzle that shit (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor sloshes a little wine onto the floor as he stumbles a little. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>"You knwo what? fine. Goodbye, Tlaloc." Jossik turns on his heal and leaves the room, struggling not to cry. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Whoah, the room's tilting all of a sudden..." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>[4df-2] => [-1,1,-1,1,-2] = (-2) (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>((Should I roll notice to see Jossik leave the room?)) (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>Kikate wonders how much time he has left before Bullvolio will be expecting him and the others. They should probably get going, but he doesn't remember how much time has passed. (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Tlaloc is "Completely Tanked" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc is so happy to be on drugs right now (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>So, so happy (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor goes for another drink. It tastes really good all of a sudden... (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>And drunk (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>It's getting close to the meeting time (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Does anyone have any last minute prep before their meeting? (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>Seriad fills her cup to the brim and captchalouges it. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik is wandering the halls at random, no longer giving a shit about the slutbulls stupid meeting. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor decides Seriad knows what she's doing. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>He captchalogues a cup as well. (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>Kikate dusts himself off and adjusts his mask. {Let's go, everyone. It's time.} he says to Rypsor and Seriad, then yells over for Jossik and Tlaloc. (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>(Jossik are you second prototyped yet) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((yeah)) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>(Kikate as well, are you second prototyped) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((outsider liam sprtie )) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Time for what again...?" (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Kikate is now wearing a mask? Everyone thinks you're dressed as the Hero and thus don't need a mask (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>The um, mettin' thing! (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhh..." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc shuffles over to the others

"Whatever dude, go make out with Kate or something hahahaha" (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>((right)) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Let's go to the gosh darn meeting, yeha?" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>He sticks his tounge out at Seriad (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik can't hear you because he is on the other side of the building at this point. (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{Kate's not here, unfortunately.} Kikate walks ahead and follows the trail to the orgy room. (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>Seriad scowls at Tlaloc and furrows her eyebrows (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor follows happily, teetering a little as he walks. (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc yells after him " I would have never expected it from someone as "polite" as you dude!" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Cmon Serrano don't bother with that...ninny, hahaha." (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Shut up Tlaloc." (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"The time has come, the aquatic tuskbeast said, to talk of many things..." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc flips the bird at her stupid face as he walks by to the meeting room (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik finds a nice corner where he can sit down and try not to cry. (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>(Kikate, your second prototype if you have one) (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>Kikate grits his teeth and clenches his fists, though walks on un-wavered. ((We never got to a second prototype)) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Tlaloc, did you just flip off a woman in the presense of the bulls? (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Mmmhmm (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>(Just making sure) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Seriad...what is your immediate visable reaction to Tlaloc's rude gesture (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>Seriad, really, really, wants to strangle him. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor suddenly realizes he has been forgetting his SENSE OF CHIVALRY. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>He steps in front of Seriad. "Don't worry, madarm, I'll handle this here vagabond." (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"N-No, that's really unnessicary..." (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>He makes vaguely threatening gestures towards Tlaloc and fumbles for his trident. (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Ryspor seems to be at the head of a line...numerous young bulls also are interested in defending your honor....the guards are already heading this way. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"You have insulted a LADY in front of meee...So you have to PAY!" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>He brings out his TRIDENT and prepares to strife! (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"No Ryspor please don't" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc shrugs

"Dude c'mon do you really care that much" (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{Idiots} (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>Kikate tries to focus his mind on calming Ryspor and Tlaloc [4df+1] => [-1,1,1,-1,1] = (1) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik is completely unaware of the current situation. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"B-but your honor! Seriad, do you reely not CARE???" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Hes a...ruffian!" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"I'm not fighting you, butthurt fish" (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"He's just dumb! It's no big deal.." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"You care more than she does ahahaha" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Oh, now he's done it. Insulting you as well? This guy is going DOWN. (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Shut up." (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Prepare to DIE, insolent...trollop, hehe!" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Rolling strife: [4df+3] => [1,-1,-1,1,3] = (3) (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"No, you're being melodromati- FUCK" (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>The bulls have now stepped past Ryspor directly to seriad...they seem to be very intent on offering you gifts...mostly in the form of Gaudy Bovine Jewelry (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((or an i at a disadvantage)) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>you take -1 due to being buzzed (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"DUDE ARE YOU LITERALLY TRYNA KILL ME" (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Tlaloc being hammered is at minus2 (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((so 2 then)) (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Uh, um, Well...Thanks..>" She takes this jewlery and captchalouges it, confused. (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{IDIOT! Stop it!} Kikate's blades are out from his lightning modus in a flash of light, and he runs back through to defend Tlaloc. Kensai's Hunch. [4df+6] => [-1,0,0,-1,6] = (4) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"YOU TAKE IT BACK ABOUT MISS POBLANO" (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>Seriad, fuck it. You remove the cup from your sylladex and take a LONG sip. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"...AND ME TOO" (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Seriad every piece of jewelry has some kind of note with a room number attached. It seems that when ryspor said he had to pay, they thought he had NOT paid for your services. Something they are glad to do. (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc is in hysterics (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{Tlaloc! Get it together} (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"WHAHA-- MISS POBLANO?! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Kikate?!?!????!!1??!" Ryspor is SHOCKED at this turn of events "YOU'RE ON HIS SIDE???" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"No duh dipshit" (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{No! But we're not fighting amongst ourselves here, I won't have it} (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"You take everything all too seriously" (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>He's not on anyone's side.." Seriad takes another sip (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>[4df+1] => [0,-1,-1,0,1] = (-1) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Seriad, physique please (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>((that was mind)) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>He loses all will to fight. His arms drop to his side. "I see you have the might of the public with you..." (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Kikate has given himself a minor headache trying to tap into his intellect (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>[4df] => [-1,-1,0,-1] = (-3) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>He turns to Seriad. "PLEASE forgiv me, Miss Serif!" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc points to Ryspor "This clown was actually going to kill me because I made a "rude gesture" oh nooo" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"I have FAILED...in my DUTIES..." (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Seriad is now "Totes drunk" as well, it's like this stuff was made to get big ole bulls with insane tolerences drunk or something (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor begins to cry a little. (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{Tlaloc, you're equally guilty. Don't think this means I'm forgiving you. Now, can we please continue on before we're all too drunk to stand?} (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc winces because did Ryspor just make a Balish refrence (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>And now he's crying (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>And on top of that, he actually said "Miss" unironically (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Can we just go to the thing or whatever" (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Aw, sweetie, don't cry!" Seriad says sarcastically (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Leav mee be. I must...REGAIN my honor somehow." (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>Kikate is shaking with rage, incredulous regarding the behavior of his team members. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor turns and runs down a random hallway. (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>It is about 10 minutes until the meeting (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{This is idiotic. I'm going to Bullvolio, whoever wishes to join me is welcome to do so.} (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc grunts (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Ye whatever (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>I'm going too. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik sits in his cry corner, trying to think of who he could possibly talk to about this. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor sees an ALLY in the hallway ahead. (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>So jossik and Ryspor skip the meeting and everyone else attends? (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{Let's go.} Kikate continues to follow the trail of trash and torn undergarments. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((guess so )) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"JOSSIK! I NEED...YUOR HELP IN A DIRE CRISIS!" (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik looks at ryspor coldly. "What the fuck do you want." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc looks at Seriad's bandaged hand and then grabs her wrist (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor suddenly feels really awkward. (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"What the fuck are you?" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Uhh, nevermind... Are you OK?" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Seriad what the fuck is wrong with your hand" (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"What do you mean what's wrong with it?" (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik's sadness and hurt immediately shifts to rage. "Am I okay?" Am i fucking okay?!?!" <font color='#ff0000'>(22) Balish: Disconnecting from server... <font color='#ff8000'>(22) Balish (exit): 20:49 (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"..." (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"No?" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"It looks infected you fucking idiot, that's what"

Tlaloc begins to quickly unwrap it (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>((Notice? Lore? How do I tell if it's infected or not)) (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"No! What? I-It's fine you idiot!" (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Lore (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik stands, now visibly shaking with rage. "You stupid, drunk piece of shit. Tlaloc basically just told me he doesn't care about our moiarilliegence, and you're asking me if I'M FUCKING OKAY?!?!?!?!!?!?!" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>[4df+2] => [-1,-1,0,-1,2] = (-1) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor is shocked into silence momentarily. (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Drunk Tlaloc is absolutely sure it's infected (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"I..." (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>He sighs. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"I'm sorry." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc pokes her hand and then bites his lip (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Seriad, take fucking care of yourself" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Is it OK if I sit next to you?" (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Okay, jeez..." (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"And maybe talk with you about it?" (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik slams ryspor against the wall, his forearm against the seatrolls throat. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>[4df+2] => [1,1,1,1,2] = (6) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((strife)) (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Are you even washing it? It smells horrible" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>[4df+2] => [1,0,0,-1,2] = (2) (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Or maybe that's just you heehee" (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"I- SHUT UP!" (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>Kikate swivels around, eyes full of contempt. {TLALOC! Stop it.} (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Jossik, you're ch-choking me-" (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>You are now outside the Orgy room, you hear loud footsteps and slurping sounds from within (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Hey, I'm giving more shits about your ex-matesprit than you right now" (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{Just fuck off, please. And this is coming from me, of all people. Fuck off. } (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"And I thank you for that dipshit." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc taps her bruises and scars (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik snarls at him, bearing a mouth full of sharp teeth. "Leave. Now." (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>He releases ryspor, shoving his drunk ass back towards the meeting room. (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>He checks more intently, he's actually worried and tries not to show it. Lore[4df+2] => [1,1,-1,0,2] = (3) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>The wound on second examination is fine..it probably just got better to make you look like an idiot (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"N-No, you're abviously in a lot of pain and you said yourself your mo-moirail is being an asshole. Im you're FRIEND, Jossik, please t-tell me what's up! (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>" (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>"What part of leave did you NOT FUCKING UNDERSTAND?" (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Ha ha, w-what a loser!" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"I JUST WANNA HELP!" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Aw, I guess we won't have to amputate. Boo hoo" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>He sniffles a little. (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc lets go of her hand and smirks (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik regains his composure a bit, but is obviously still very pissed off. (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>Seriad face flushes, "W-What?" (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>"Get out of here, ryspor. Before something happens We'll both regret." (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>Kikate shakes his head. {In we go. } He strides into the orgy room, ignorant of Seriad and Tlaloc. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"I know what it's like when the other person doesn't care." (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>Seriad scurries into the room behind Kikate (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"It hurts, it relaly does, and you need someone to help you right now!" (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>The Overflow orgy room is currently not being used for it's defined purpose, however the Caviar Buffet is in full swing, mountains of tiny fish eggs in a meriad of colors are in serving dishs on the line. Availing himself of the Buffet is easily the biggest bull you've seen yet...and by biggest I of course mean most girth rather then height. Bullvolio's massive bulk shuffles down the station. He eats massive hand fulls of the fish eggs between long swigs of wine. His guards are currently puffing in wheezing in the corner, they seem exausted from carrying a HUGE THRONE into the room for their master. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Otherwise, you might turn out liek me..." (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik whips out his GIANTKILLER KUKRI, holding it in a battle stance. "Ryspor, this is your last chance." (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>Seriad is... unsettled, and re-wraps her hand (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>Kikate is disgusted, wrinkling his nose at the obvious displays of gluttony. But he slaps on a straight face and walks forward with confidence, bowing upon reaching Bullvolio. (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc yells down the hall "WE'RE GOING IN C'MON PALEBRO AND LAMEFISH" (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>[4df+1] => [1,1,-1,1,1] = (3) (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc walks into the Orgy room, dissapointed because no orgy, c'mon false advertising (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik hears his moirail, but stays perfectly still, his balde still at the ready. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"HE DOESN'T WANNA SEE YOU RIGHT NOW YOU...PLEBEIAN!" (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>"I dont want to see you, either." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc walks up to Bullvolio, next to Kikate "This is an amazing party dude, the wine is great" <font color='#008000'>** (3) Bullvolio <font color='#008000'>looks over his shoulder as you approach, his face covered in a Kikate mask, he is dressed in dark blue clothing with a pair of butterfly wings tiny on hugely fat back...looking down you can't help but notice the HUMONGOUS COD PIECE flopping around as he walks back to his throne ** (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"Yeah, you probably don't wanna see anyone, I get that. But if you keep everthing bottled up, it's just gonna burst out sooner or later." (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"That can lead to some rly bad decisions." (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>Kikate is a bit taken aback, but pushes on nevertheless. {Responding to your summons, sir.} (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Bluh." (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik lips curl into an animalistic snarl. He swipes at Ryspor's legs. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>[4df+2] => [0,-1,0,-1,2] = (0) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>[4df+2] => [0,1,-1,-1,2] = (1) (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"Good Evening, my esteemed guests...please help yourself to my fine food...Bluh Madame?" he narrows his eyes as he wipes his hand on his costume. "And where is your mask!" (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"What! N-No, my name isn't... nevermind." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc nudges her "You don't even have a mask?" he whispers. "Typical!" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>He nervously looks at Kikate (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"I can't believe you would judge me at my own party." (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>He sniffles. "And I thouight I was being such a good host." (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>Kikate returns the look, trying to say "oh-shit-dude-i-thought-you-were-the-mask-guy" with a glance. (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Well can you LOAN me a mask then?" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"JOSSIK STOP IT! YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN OR THEYRES NO TELLING WHAT YOULL DO!" (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{No one's judging you, Bullvolio. You're a fantastic host.} [4df+3] => [-1,0,0,-1,3] = (1) [4df+2] => [-1,-1,0,0,2] = (0) ((empathy and rapport)) (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>((What? Tlaloc was talking about Kikate, not Bullvolio)) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor tries to grab the weapon. (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>(( I mean Seriad not Kikate haha)) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((what would you roll for that?)) (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"But a mask in the expression of your soul...like me, I am dressed as the Sinister Hero of Mind, the prophesied ENDER OF ALL PARTIES because I am a consumate naughty maker." (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"I can not possibly give you a mask and expect it to fit perfectly." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"And you look killer in it too!" Decieve [4df+2] => [-1,-1,1,-1,2] = (0) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>[4df+2] => [0,1,-1,0,2] = (2) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>[4df+1] => [1,0,0,-1,1] = (1) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor snatched the weapon out of Jossik's hands and slaps him hard. (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"I'll take anything...that 'Fit's my soul' really... (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>[4df+2] => [0,0,-1,-1,2] = (0) (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>(Rhyspor is at -1...you grab the weapon, but can't get it out of his hand...but you can freely invoke this in combat) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((ryspor can i fucking talk please)) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((i havent had a chance to get a word in)0 (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((yeah but i rolled a 2 while at a -1 disadvantage so)) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((wouldn't that mean i succeeded?)) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((you grabbed the sword but you didnt get it out of my hands, meaning we're now fighting for it. physique.)) (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"Oh that's right, you're the young courtesean that all the young bulls are going to be cavorting with tonight. Perhaps I can try my hand at you as well if you have the time." he makes unsubtle thrusting motions with his hups, cod piece flopping unnervingly. "I will have a mask sent for you...let it not be said I am a bad host." (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((like my normal strife is +3 so i rolled +2 and got 2)) (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"O-Okay..." (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik snarls again, trying to wrench his weapon back from ryspors hands. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor tries again to slap him. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>[4df] => [-1,0,-1,1] = (-1) (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{Anyway, why have you summoned us here tonight, on this fine occasion?} (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>[4df+2] => [-1,1,0,-1,2] = (1) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((dude no)) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((roll physique)) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((??????)) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((ok)) (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"Very well, meet me in the Fungeon at midnight my dear. And make sure you're limbered up." He calls to one of his guards. "The Crying Madama Mask please, go fetch it" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc bites his lip. Limbered up?! Hahahaha, Seriad can't catch a fucking break (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"Now then...I have been introduced to Madame Bluh...who might the rest of you be?" (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{Kikate Nagisa, Bard of Mind. At your service. } (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Tlaloc Zapote, chief of the Trolltec Empire" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc wills himself to bow, so hard. He manages to lower his head a bit (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>Seriad bites her lip, mocking Tlaloc "You seem to be doing this alot." (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"Yes you are very commited to your roleplay, I admire that Mr Bard, outside these walls it would be untasteful...but as you can see, Bullvolio always pushs the boundries of Good Taste." (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{I wouldn't call it a roleplay, per se. What's your beef with the Hero of Mind, anyway? Surely someone of your reputation wouldn't put their faith in flimsy prophecies. } (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"Well met Mr. Zapote, I do have a fondness for gold as well." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc whispers "I like this guy" (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"Well, The Hero of Mind was prophesied during the creation of our world to be he who would end all parties, would return the wine to water and lead us to a dark age of responsibility." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Major killjoy" (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"The absolute worst, I love it, it's so edgey." (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{He he he. How amusing. } (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"I honestly have to AGREE Tlaloc." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc is in full kiss-ass mode, and he tries to be as amiable as possible <font color='#008000'>** (3) Bullvolio <font color='#008000'>giggles, playing with his rings. "Aww it seems that two of the invited guests did not deem it important to show themselves for this meeting." ** (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"So uh, where did you get all this sick gold anyways? Regrettably I'm running a bit short" (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"No matter, I'm sure they're just having a ton of fun." (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"If you desire gold, then you're talking to the right bull. I saw you gentlemen and lady handle the horrible party crashers with Aplomb. I am looking to hire some rude boys to do all kinds of deliciously dirty work." (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{BULLVOLIO!} suddenly screams Kikate. He doesn't have time for this bullshit. He quickly unsheathes his swords and points one at Bullvolio. (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"WOA WOA WOA DUDE" (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"I think the human Doir says, "Rude Dudes." (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{My name is Kikate Nagisa, the true Hero of Mind! I am ENDING this party! And to start, I challenge you to a duel.} (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"OH HEY WAIT! Kikate stop!"

(16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Dude! Gold!" (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{No. I'm sick of this.} (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Mr Bullvolio, my friend is obviously veeeery drunk, so uh... hehehe" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"About hiring me..." <font color='#008000'>** (3) Bullvolio <font color='#008000'>face turns dour. He sighs. "I think you would want to reconsider that Mr Hero...that is if you ever want to complete your little prophesy." ** (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>Seriad tries to calm Kikate ((Empathy?)) [4df+4] => [-1,-1,-1,1,4] = (2) (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"After all, My family is the Holder of a Key." (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>Kikate lowers his swords, but remains rigid in his stance. {What sort of key?} (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"You really do know nothing...to open the gate to skaia, you need at least 3 of the 5 keys of the cortex. Otherwise you will be trapped here forever." (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"No. No thanks." (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{How would I go about obtaining such a key?} (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"And my family possess the Limbic Key." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc is staring intensely at Kikate (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>C'mon dude, gold. You don't even know... gold dude (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{What would it take for me to obtain the key, then? I don't suppose your family is just going to hand it out.} (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"We might consider it, for a loyal retainer...relatively speaking, I am a reasonable man who cares about the happiness of guests." (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Um, bull." (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>Kikate spins his swords around in his hands and agressively sheathes them. {Fine. I'll do whatever it takes for the key.} (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"I'll do whatever it takes for some cash!" (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"I want you to crash a party for me, a terrible cad who is an embaressment to our noble species." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Maybe these two intrests overlap...?" (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>Kikate's face lights up just a bit. {If there's a party that needs crashing, consider me there. } (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>A guard enters the room, presenting Seriad with a beautiful mask with delicate pale features, a large saphire tear on it's cheek. (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Oh! Thank you!" (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"See...I thought you might be amiacable. I want you to capture those nasty imp creatures, and bring a bunch of them to Lord Bubalus' so called "Mothafucking Rager" and set them lose. In the chaos, I want you to capture a prisoner he is keeping and bring them to me." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Who? What prisoner?" (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{Any clue as to where I may find the imps? And I'll need instructions to Lord Bubalus' area, of course. } (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"But the imps are QUITE unpredictable..." (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"They might SUBJUGGULATE our 'asses..." (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"The Imps and worse have started to appear in the darker allies of our fair city, as well as in the outskirts of the woods. His party is deep in the heart of the woods. Look for the giant bonfires." (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"He is an uncivilized fool...he doesn't even make his guests wear masks...oh the horrible judging stares." (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"You guys are all about judging..." (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>Kikate gives another bow. {Understood. I'll take my leave, then.} (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Would there be a little extra reward if we say... made sure he wasn't a problem in the future?" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc giggles drunkenly <font color='#008000'>** (3) Bullvolio <font color='#008000'>gives Seriad a Withering glare. "I do NOT judge my guests, my guests are free to enjoy every pleasure they desire with no judgement. I do reserve judgement for woodland barbarians." ** (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"Oh...about your friends. I'm thinking of having them both sent to the Fungeon to the Tickle Chamber of 10,000 torments for a bit, since they were so rude. Do you think they'd enjoy that?" (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{Hard to say, quite honestly.} (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>(( I gtg very soon)) (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"I doubt it!" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Um, is the tickling a euphism for y'know, actual torture?" (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Tlaloc! Your "palebro" Is one of the two who are going to be tortured!" (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"No actual tickling...do they like actual torture? I have that too...If they're into it, I can also have them killed and their bodies sodimized by wild animals...if they're into it." he says, emphasising the qualifier (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{I think the tickling chamber would do the two of them good. A little laughter never hurt} (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Same" (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"Very well then...fetch the other two and bring them to the chamber...get the Feather Master oilked up. I really want to impress these guests with my hospitality!" (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"PLEASE DON'T ACTUALLY TORTURE THEM OK" <font color='#ff8000'>(25) Balish (enter): 21:45 (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>"Not unless they ask for it. In the meantime, our ammenties are yours. If you need to visit the armory, you can do so. And I will be seeing you tonight Miss Bluh." he winks (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Um, okay." (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc whispers in Seriad's ear "I actually seriously am sorry" (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Thank you for your sympathies." (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'>{Thank you.} Kikate turns around and begins to leave for the armory. {You two, are you coming along?} (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>"Not even you deserves that shit" (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>"Yeah!"

(16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>((Can we end it there?)) (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>Meanwhile... (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((aHEM)) (16) Tlaloc: <font color='#aa5500'>Tlaloc shrugs "Sure whatever" (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>Ryspor and Jossick Clash in the halls of the mansion...Rhyspor, you're holding Jossiks sword...Jossik what will you do (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik snarls and tries to wrench his sword from the seatrolls hands. <font color='#ff0000'>(16) Tlaloc: Disconnecting from server... <font color='#ff8000'>(16) Tlaloc (exit): 21:50 (3) Bullvolio: <font color='#000000'>Roll physique (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>[4df] => [0,-1,-1,-1] = (-3) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>[4df-1] => [-1,-1,-1,0,-1] = (-4) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Like watching midgets wrestle...Jossik manages to pull his sword away from Rhyspors noodlely grip (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor desperately tries to grab for it again. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>[4df+2] => [-1,0,-1,0,2] = (0) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>I'm invoking your Tanked aspect (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>take a fate point (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((what do i roll?)) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Nothing, I'm compelling him (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor grabs about an inch to the right of the weapon! (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>He is momentarily bemused as to why Jossik's blade has suddenly become intangible. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik takes this oppurtunity to slash at Ryspor's legs. (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Your vision blurs...you grab for Jossiks sword, and instead end up grabing his horn, your knees feel week and the room is spinning (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((oh oops uh disregard last 2 lines then)) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor yanks hard on whatever it is he's grabbing. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((DUDE FFS)) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Jossick gets his turn first (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((oop)) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((LET ME FUCKING SAY SOMETHIGN JEGUS FUCKING CHIRST)) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Go ahead Jossik with your action (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((sorry go ahead)) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik growls and takes this oppurtunity drive a furious fist into ryspor's solar plexus. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>[4df+2] => [1,0,0,1,2] = (4) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>[4df+1] => [1,-1,0,1,1] = (2) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Ryspor...take 2 physical stress (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>I am compelling your Drunkeness aspect again, have another fate point (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor finds it very hard to think. Winded, he decides to do the only thing he can and yank hard on whatever he's holding. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((would that be strife?)) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Ryspor immediatly loses his lunch, vomiting blood, wine and party food all over Jossik's clothing and floor...Jossik is now "Covered in Sick" and The zone is now Slippery with Vomit, Jossik can freely invoke this aspect once (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Now rhyspor can take his action (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor finds it very hard to think and is getting very very frustrated. On top of this, he just vomited all over everywhere. He has had about enough. Dazed and confused, he decides to do the only thing he can and yank hard on whatever it is he's holding with an inhuman roar. (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Roll Physique (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>[4df-1] => [1,-1,1,-1,-1] = (-1) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Jossik this bro is pulling on your horn...it hurts a little bit. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((my turn?)) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Yes (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>"STOP IT JOSSIK STOP STOP STOP" (19) Seriad: <font color='#469187'>((Imma roll out here)) <font color='#ff0000'>(19) Seriad: Disconnecting from server... <font color='#ff8000'>(19) Seriad (exit): 22:01 (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>(Roll physique to pull him off or attack if you wish) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik is now BEYOND PISSED OFF. He slashes at the legs of the drunken fool, hoping to incapacitate him for a killing blow. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>[4df+2] => [0,1,0,1,2] = (4) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>[4df+1] => [0,0,0,-1,1] = (0) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Ryspor as he slashs your legs, take 4 physical...and a consequence probably (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>What level consequence are you going to have to use (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((uhhhhhh)) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((well he just slashed me in the legs so i'm probably pretty badly incapacitated)) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((Hamstrung, maybe?)) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((*hamstring and yeah i think so)) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((so that would probably be major)) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Rhyspor's leg bends and buckles, and your blade passes clean through his leg just bellow the knee...Rhyspor falls. Jossik hears the tromp of armored bull hooves behind him (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Rhyspor is now "Missing his left leg beneth the knee" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor cries out in immense pain. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>He falls to the floor and cradles his remaining leg and stump. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>Jossik hears the incoming bulls and decides to fucking run for it. (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Jossik, roll acrobatics as you attempt to run through the vomit puddle (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>[4df+1] => [0,1,-1,-1,1] = (0) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Jossik falls on his ass, slipping in the puddle...And is immediatly tackled by 4 bulls, pinning him to the ground (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Another guard takes Rhyspor to bring him to the infirmery (15) Kikate: <font color='#000080'> ((is Kikate just oblivious to all of this?)) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>(Kikatge has heard nothing of this yet) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Jossik is being dragged to the fungeon...Rhyspor...as you pass out, please make a Space roll at +2 (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>[4df+3] => [-1,0,-1,1,3] = (2) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Ryspor, as you are dragged off to the infirmery, you feel yourself doing some kind of "spacey thing", your leg bleeding suddenly drops, you feel the blood flow stop (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor blearily reaches down to feel his stump. (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Rhyspor feels an empry void where his stump should be. It is cold. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor sits up and looks at the void-y feeling. (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Ryspor seems to have created a portal of some sort, his leg is sunk into it... (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor begins to freak the fuck out. (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((Could i try a hearty thing?)) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((I have a hearty thing idea)) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Don't be silly Jossik, the ____y thing is a heir thing (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((could i attempt to utilize my hearty powers)) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Rhyspor, are jerking your leg stump away from the portal... (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>No, just sort of frantically reaching into the portal to make sure my leg is still there. (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>You reach through and realize that your leg must have KICKED something sharp, you're bleeding horribly (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor gulps. (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>You feel sudden stabbing pains in your leg..you're litterally getting stabbed (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor screams and jerks his leg out of the portal. (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Ryspors leg currently has a Large Black knife stuck in it, as well as a glistening white sharp fang... (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor quickly pulls both objects out. (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>It appears to be a black serated dagger, it bears the crest of Derse on it (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor captchalogues the knife for further study (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((acn i try to use my hearty powers?)) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((wait so is my leg whole after all?)) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Yep, the Buckle and snap was you kicking something...and the sharp pains and bleeding were getting repeatedly leg stabbed (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((ah ok)) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>And the sudden stopping of the bleeding...your portal constricting slowly (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Where is Ryspor right now? (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Currently being dragged to a small infirmery...your leg is incredibly fucked up, you won't be able to walk on it for a while (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>Ryspor lies down and considers the implications of what just happened. (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>He decides that he could really use a drink. (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>We'll stop there (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((yeah that seems like a good place to end it)) (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((wait cmon)) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>((nope)) (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>Ryspor you have an opportunity to replace your trouble with a new one (8) Joss-k: <font color='#008141'>((i cant try to escape?)) (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>let's go with "Multiple Stab Wounds in a Non-vital Area" (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>No I mean a new "trouble" aspect (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>oh uh (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>hmmm (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>like i said earlier i never got a consultation so i don't have a trouble in the first place? (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>how do they work exactly? (3) GM: <font color='#000000'>You can choose to take the trouble of "The Arch Agents thinks it's personal" (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>ok that's good (13) Ryspor: <font color='#800080'>also can we do a consultation real quick or are you too burned out <font color='#ff0000'>(25) Balish: Disconnecting from server... <font color='#ff8000'>(25) Balish (exit): 22:38 <font color='#ff0000'>(15) Kikate: Disconnecting from server... <font color='#ff8000'>(15) Kikate (exit): 22:42 <font color='#ff0000'>(3) GM: Disconnecting from server... <font color='#ff8000'>(3) GM (exit): 22:42 <font color='#ff0000'>(8) Joss-k: Disconnecting from server... <font color='#ff8000'>(8) Joss-k (exit): 22:42 <font color='#008000'>** (13) Ryspor <font color='#008000'>found the F12 macro key **