"Yeah? You ever think about enlisting?" She asks. "I hear there's a whole lotta organizations 'round these parts. Maybe they could use a man with your experience?"
"I tried teaming with the fuzz a while ago," he says, and washes his throat with more beer. "They told me to set up an undercover operation in an abandoned hotel, pose as a merc. Nothing happened, at all."
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((How does Rael, who's never spoken to Victoria, know she's looking for him?))
((He has a psychic link with S'Kanthos. (No, I didn't make it up just now, it's a preexisting thing.)))
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I support the godly magazine idea, and hope that Eld can serve as mix of town crier and incredibly deadpan game show host in some sections. Also, for some odd reason, he will also make appearance when it comes to godly fashion tips, for even if he is grim reaper he will be the most bishounen god there is. Just you wait
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Originally Posted by Moonwolf
Damn you and your comprehensive understanding of synergistic tactics. :|
"Are you ready to go, kiddo?" Raril asks, walking over to his son and placing a hand on the boy's shoulder.
Divaonar nods with enthusiasm!
He's going to get to go on a quest with his Father!
Or...
At least walk over to where K'rax fell over and examine her. That's sort of like a quest, right? With any luck they'll be able to figure out what's wrong with her. Maybe even wake her up!
The boy hops to his feet, half a muffin in hand!
"I'm ready! Let's go!"
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"Heck no I'm not okay. Spent ******* weeks settin up a kidnap, then a bunch of brain dead spazzes who call themselves "mercs" preceeded to ******* flat out total the job. Then they blamed me for nearly killin a few idiots while saving their worthless hides." Nero says bitterly, apparently oblivious to the fact she was enquiring about his present state. If he's even aware of how badly drugged he is. He can see the nightmarish things lurking around the edges of his sight, hallucinations brought on by the magical dust, subconsciously registered the way the light is starting to dim and the shadows encroach upon his vision, he may well even be aware of how bad his hand is twitching, to the point where he's barely in control, yet he either hasn't made the connection, or doesn't care.
"Oh." Molodai says confusedly, not understanding half of his explanation. "I was asking because of your face. You look ill."
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of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
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The little lizard managed to reach the other table and sigh with relief. The Drow kid is going away, that means he could stop beeing camonflage and enyoj his drin.
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A hand made of shadows appears in the center of the table that Karyana, Zwei, and the five vampires are at.
Karyana looks at Zwei, saying: "We've got a problem. You don't have to come along but if you want to help, grab the hand."
Karyana then does so herself, and vanishes.
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Plague Rat in the Playground
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Originally Posted by Grim ranger
I support the godly magazine idea, and hope that Eld can serve as mix of town crier and incredibly deadpan game show host in some sections. Also, for some odd reason, he will also make appearance when it comes to godly fashion tips, for even if he is grim reaper he will be the most bishounen god there is. Just you wait
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Originally Posted by Moonwolf
Damn you and your comprehensive understanding of synergistic tactics. :|
He's going to get to go on a quest with his Father!
Or...
At least walk over to where K'rax fell over and examine her. That's sort of like a quest, right? With any luck they'll be able to figure out what's wrong with her. Maybe even wake her up!
The boy hops to his feet, half a muffin in hand!
"I'm ready! Let's go!"
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Rael, probably having walked over to Raril by now, says"Excuse me, but someone named Victoria is looking for you. She says you're her uncle."
Raril's stopped by Rael as he turns for the door. "That's right. Is she okay? Who are you? How do you know this?" The drow asks in quick succession, immediately becoming suspicious.
"She says her parents have vanished. I'm Rael Kairos. As for how I know, I have a telepathic connection to someone she's talking to."
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Plague Rat in the Playground
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Originally Posted by Grim ranger
I support the godly magazine idea, and hope that Eld can serve as mix of town crier and incredibly deadpan game show host in some sections. Also, for some odd reason, he will also make appearance when it comes to godly fashion tips, for even if he is grim reaper he will be the most bishounen god there is. Just you wait
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Originally Posted by Moonwolf
Damn you and your comprehensive understanding of synergistic tactics. :|
*not a literal one; it's a term for very fast transport through Shadow.
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Plague Rat in the Playground
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Originally Posted by Grim ranger
I support the godly magazine idea, and hope that Eld can serve as mix of town crier and incredibly deadpan game show host in some sections. Also, for some odd reason, he will also make appearance when it comes to godly fashion tips, for even if he is grim reaper he will be the most bishounen god there is. Just you wait
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Originally Posted by Moonwolf
Damn you and your comprehensive understanding of synergistic tactics. :|
Aether undeadtimes. He's got a pint in his mechanical hand, and then a smoke in his right. With a belly full of beer, and a head full of nicotine and war stories, he relaxes in his chair. He has a slightly glazed look on his deep-set eyes and upon his scarred, unshaven face. His neck-length, blond mane of hair is like organized chaos; some how good-looking, but with a bed-head sort of look to it. His clothing is of obvious thrift-store origin, with some dirt and wrinkles and such on it.
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