Assassins III: Taking Back the Throne!! (Game Started)

[Deathslayer7]

Geesi filler

[Kyouhen]

I'll join the Geesi wagon. Not sure why it's there, but it can't be any worse than the Gothicbob one.

[Oddity]

((Wait? what game is this?
meh, like it matters
ah 'Assasins III'))

Oddity merely rolled down the stairs of the clock tower. The thought of even longer shifts because another guard had died was terrifying and numbing to him.
He happened to notice that the thief from the other day had returned to jest at him. He couldn't be bothered with the whole routine so he merely let the scallywag (a land-lubbing scallywag mind you) steal his helmet.

Geesi was the only one to laugh at his 'poofy' hair.
"I hate people who laugh at me"

((naw Geesi, I don't hate you))

[Aemoh]

*points at Wolfbane*

To be different. That, and while I'm not paying that close attention, it seems people want to lynch Bob for his wedding present and no reason was offered for Gessi, so either people know something I don't(very likely, since don't know anything ) or people are sheep(also very likely ).

[Mordokai]

*starts sheering the sheep*

Hey, you! Yeah, you! Don't you go anywhere!

*points at Aemoh*

[Shadowcaller]

...
Why the heck to people follow my point? I have no evidence for Geesi whatsoveer, it was mearly a random vote.

And this Gothicbob wagon don't seems to have any evidenice either, geez, this really is early in the game isn't it?

[Dirk Kris]

He notices the scars, but isn't put off by them and looks at her face instead. "No, its okay. Its sort of a family marking. Its traditional." He looks slightly nervous, but rolls up his sleeve even more. "It covers more than my just my arm." He stretches his neck and shows that it also reaches there. He chuckles. "It goes further, but I'm not too sure how you'd take it if I showed you."

Naila raises an eyebrow in teasing challenge. "Jericus, I just told you that I served in several mercenary camps for most of my life. I'm pretty sure you don't have anything I haven't seen before." Her eyes, one greeen, one blue, twinkle merrily. "And if that's too forward of me to say, let me ask you this - were you really expecting lady-like behavior from me?" She chuckles; it's a low, rich sound not often heard. "Really, though, if it bothers you or makes you self-conscious, I won't press the matter. Or..." She gets an idea. "Show me yours, I'll show you mine. And tell you the story that goes with them." She nods at her arms, a bit more at ease with him around.

[Guancyto]

...
Why the heck to people follow my point? I have no evidence for Geesi whatsoveer, it was mearly a random vote.

And this Gothicbob wagon don't seems to have any evidenice either, geez, this really is early in the game isn't it?

Well, it's better than no lynch. And the guards can't even know for certain that they're innocent, so... dumb luck awaaaaay~!

[happyturtle]

I pointed at Geesi to save Gothicbob, since I'm a sucker for twue wuv.

[Murska]

I pointed at Geesi to save Gothicbob, since I'm a sucker for twue wuv.

I twuly wuv staying alive and especially not being lynched.

Wolfbane. I keep telling you guys...

[UncleWolf]

Jericus laughs. "Honestly, I wasn't too sure what I expected, but if you wish." He unbuttons his shirt, showing the rest of an extremely complex tattoo covering his right side. It seems to go further down than just his waist. "Now, what is your story?" he says with a smile.

(((Murska, you seem awfully set on trying to lynch me for no reason)))

[Murska]

Jericus laughs. "Honestly, I wasn't too sure what I expected, but if you wish." He unbuttons his shirt, showing the rest of an extremely complex tattoo covering his right side. It seems to go further down than just his waist. "Now, what is your story?" he says with a smile.

(((Murska, you seem awfully set on trying to lynch me for no reason)))

Well how do you know it's no reason?

[UncleWolf]

Well how do you know it's no reason?

Because I know I'm not an assassin.

[Murska]

Because I know I'm not an assassin.

Maybe there's another reason then. Or maybe I used my timemachine and found out you're a sleeper. Who knows...

[UncleWolf]

Maybe there's another reason then. Or maybe I used my timemachine and found out you're a sleeper. Who knows...

psst! Wrong setting!

On the other hand, now I want a Time Machine again. Can I get it in brass and crystal?

[Dirk Kris]

Jericus laughs. "Honestly, I wasn't too sure what I expected, but if you wish." He unbuttons his shirt, showing the rest of an extremely complex tattoo covering his right side. It seems to go further down than just his waist. "Now, what is your story?" he says with a smile.

Naila rolls up the sleeves on her tunic, revealing long shiny burn marks that run up past her elbows. "There was a fire. I was 9. I tried to dig my family out, but..." She smiles weakly. "I wasn't strong enough. I was picked up by a gypsy caravan, but seeing as I was too ugly to be trained in the profession they usually stick orphaned girls into..." She shrugs. "I got out, away, and found a merc camp that was willing to take me in and feed me. In exchange for cleaning their weapons, polishing their armor, tending the horses. Things like that." A faint smile - she's quickly becoming fond of the caretaker.

[UncleWolf]

Jericus raises an eyebrow. "Ugly? Trust me, if you think that, they were sorely mistaken." He smiles warmly. "You look great and its good to know you made it out okay."

[The Bushranger]

((Hm. After staying up most of the night dealing with appliance emergencies, I find myself unable to wrap my brain around RP at the moment.

Or to decide who lives and who dies.

Therefore, I fall back on a Constant...))

Murska.

[Dirk Kris]

Naila blushes, her cheeks a lovely crimson color against her dark tan. "You are...very kind to say that." She runs a hand through her short hair, causing it to curl and poof out. She smiles as the clock tolls the hour - 11. "Is the hour too late to ask you to stay for a drink? I would offer dinner, but I suspect that's closer to your specialty than mine." She smirks and pulls out a small flask from under her pillow. "Good stuff for chasing away bad dreams."

[UncleWolf]

Jericus smiles. "Of course I'll stay for a drink, but if you give me one moment..." He opens her door slightly and shuts it after grabbing a basket. "I brought some food in case you wanted any. Nothing special, bread, cheese, some fruit."

[Dirk Kris]

Naila smiles with pleasure. "Finer fare than many a meal I've had on the road, Jericus. Thank you." She peers into the basket, then plucks out a shiny green apple. Polishing it on her tunic - which makes it MORE flattering for a moment - she pulls a small knife from inside her boot and cuts a piece off. She pops it into her mouth and chews, cutting a piece off to offer to Jericus. If he takes it, there's a chance his fingers might brush her scarred ones.

[UncleWolf]

Jericus takes the slice, his fingers brushing against hers slightly longer than they should. "Thank you." He says with a smile. She might notice that he has yet to put his shirt back on.

[Dirk Kris]

Oh, she's noticed. Women have needs, too. She's just debating on whether to mix business and pleasure.

Naila finishes her bite, her eyes frankly approving of the half-dressed caretaker. "So, Jericus, is there a lady waiting in her chambers for you? Or am I the only stop on your list tonight?" She smiles, taking a long swallow from her flask. Because it will help her think clearly. Yeah. She offers it to Jericus, then blushes, moving to wipe off the mouth of it. "Sorry, you probably didn't want my lips all over it first."

[UncleWolf]

Jericus smiles. "No need to blush, I wouldn't mind." He says as he takes the flask. After a quick drink, he hands it back. "As for other stops, you are the first one in a long time and none were as pretty as you."

[Dirk Kris]

Naila smirks, clearly skeptical. "Now I see - you must want something." She smiles, it's warm. Her eyes are bright. "Though I must confess, I don't really mind. It's been...a long time since anyone made me feel...wanted." Her gaze falls to her hands, then back up at the handsome caretaker, daring to hope. The bell tolls again, and she smiles. "Well, since the night is no longer young and you've been drinking, I suppose the proper thing to do would be to offer you a bed to sleep in. There's only one here, but you are welcome to it." She grins and stands to offer him her cot, brushing against him as she does.

[UncleWolf]

Jericus smiles mischievously and takes her hand, giving it a kiss. "My lady, I can only take up that offer if it means I won't be alone. I could hardly accept it if I kicked you out of your own bed."

[Dirk Kris]

Naila flushes and steps closer to Jericus, her breath coming a little faster. All her battle-hardened nerves fail her now. "Then I suppose we'll have to share. It's small - you'll likely be forced to touch me all night. Or what's left of it anyway." An alluring smile touches her lips.

[UncleWolf]

Jericus puts his arms around Naila. "And how is that a bad thing?" he says, smiling.

[Dirk Kris]

Naila smiles and leans forward for a kiss - the first of many, she hopes.

@v: Nooooooooo! Don't kill mah RP partner!

[UncleWolf]

They will be.

*pulls curtains*

>.>

Hmm... I think we have stunned the game.

And now I have the feeling I am going to die tonight, so Baner, if you would be so kind.