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Discussion in 'THREAD ARCHIVES' started by Razilin, Mar 30, 2010.
Hi, I'm back.
Holy shit. It's been what? Two years? You got off when I first got on.
Welcome back, Batman.
I don't want Anna to be the youngest, but I also don't want to raise her age lol.
nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh BATMAN!!!
"Huh. So this is the famous place." Nova mumbled, looking at the large courtyard. Behind her the car she had arrived in was being hurriedly unpacked by an army of men. She sighed, tossing her long hair over her shoulder. "I guess this is where I'll be spending my time." She mumbled.
Nova had dressed up accordingly for the coming day. She was wearing a nice outfit of a loose designer shirt and a pair of shorts. The weather was fairly warm for spring. "Hmm, look's like I'm the first." She mumbled. Her long hair swished in it's ponytail placed firmly on the back of her head. She sighed, crossing her arms as she began to wander. The room smelled like a garden, the fountain sparkled in the flittering light. Sitting down on the edge of the fountain, she cracked open a book from her bag and waited for other things to happen.
Annaliece got beaten to the punch for first convo with the pretty lady of the fountain by the country bumpkin. His goal is to talk to everyone at the new place first.
Nova was reading her book silently when the sound of footsteps roused her gaze upwards. Looking up at the man with the long ponytail she closed her book and stood up. She made sure to curtsy even though she had elected not to wear a dress. "Greetings. My name is Novanis Cross. It's a pleasure to meet you sir." She stated clearly, her English perfect as she then stood again, smoothing non existent dirt off her pants. "I just moved in here. My servants have yet to finish unpacking my things so the conversation isn't unwelcome." She stated, sitting back down on the fountain and tucking her hair over her right shoulder.
Unless he has tits in his face
Roxis pet play kink directly transfers into rolan's character. have fun with that information.
And you can easily get access to mana khemia one. I can give you a link to the game if you want. and plan = ruined. Also, why do all these characters read books. So many book lovers.
I'm gonna keep my mouth shut about Anna's kinks. For now.
Dian Wei's reawakening into what he now knew was around 2000 years after his death, his memories of fighting his enemies as he was revived carrying him into a rage that ended in a dozen unconscious men before he was subdued. Now he was chained with a mixture of iron and steel chainlinks across his arms and legs, inhibiting full movement, he also had a large iron collar that limited the movement of his head to turning left and right.
He moved slowly like he was a caged lion, a group of six men moving with their weapons aimed at him, ammo full of tranquillisers so as not to kill him. Dian Wei had calmed down enough to know he wouldn't fly off the hook like he had when he had woken up, though he was fine with the precautions that they had taken with him, since they were more than appropriate after his awakening. He lumbered, a full head taller than most of the guards that moved with their weapons trained on him, worried that he might somehow snap the chains that contained him as they moved to where the meeting room was.
He entered the room and was shown to a seat that appeared to be furtherest from all the others in the room, although whether it was for their protection or his, Dian Wei wasn't sure. He sat down and studied the faces of everyone, noting that the body language and noting that noone was familiar with eachother, also noting that there seemed to be a woman somewhat skilled in the arts of magic.
A man dressed in a black suit walked up to him and dropped a large dufflebag before Dian Wei, unzipping it and revealing his Armor and his twin Ji's, both looking polished and in perfect condition. He looked up with his eyes and motioned the chains that held him, to which he was quickly relieved of, the iron collar dropping heavily to the floor with a metallic clang as Dian Wei, now free of his restraints, rubbed his arms, legs and necks appreciatively as cool air flowed over them.
He looked down at the bag and removed his things, standing and donning it with an expert hand, each strap tightened and the leather and iron chest plates being positioned carefully with the ease of a man who had never known anything but war, he picked up his weapons and flourished them, muscle memory handling the weight with ease as he slid the weapons hilt first into the slots that criss-crossed his back, giving him the look of a giant monster with his physic.
He sat down again, the men who had escorted him picking up the chains and placing them in the duffelbag, leaving him an earpiece that converted any language into the ancient Chinese dialect that he used, placing this in his ear he waited, arms crossed as they awaited the one known as Pendragon.
(If needed, I'll have my other Character enter, but otherwise I'll stick with the one for now.)
I just joined and I have no idea how clans work, so I hope I'm doing this right
My suggestion for this month is:
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.
I've been hearing about this book everywhere! It's critically acclaimed and a best seller, but I haven't gotten the chance to read it just yet, so I thought posting it here was a perfect opportunity!
That I am.
Since my leave of absence, I've gone through pediatrics and just finished surgery. I start internal medicine tomorrow morning with a patient already lined up for 5am and my first call night of the month the day after. We always hit the ground running--its how we roll.
I learned that the stereotypes applied to the specialties really are true.
Pediatricians are freaking awesome and easygoing.
Neurosurgeons are workaholic egomaniacs. And every one of them has to say, "Its not like its BRAIN SURGERY! <hyuc hyuc>"
Orthopedic surgeons are like an old boys' club: Tall pasty-ass white male ex-jocks who are phenomenal douchebags.
General surgeons know jack about neurology.
Emergency medicine docs come and go faster than a 16-year-old virgin on his first time.
Family medicine docs either know everything or know absolutely nothing.
Anesthesiologists don't do anything.
Everything is a cock joke with urologists.
...and psychiatrists are all hippies.
Sounds like you've been a busy man, Raz.
...and this is easily my most sane intro thread post in a while...
lol sorry. Good luck. we're really not that far though. We're just all at the fountain waiting for everyone to gather.
BATMAN IS DEEEEAAAAAD TRAPPED IN THE PAAAAAAST
OROCHI WILL DIE BE CAREFUL OF WHAT YOU SAYYYYYYYYY
Whoa, Sakii is way excited...
Anywho, Even though I'm not around myself...