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Post by Lizzie on Nov 10, 2014 0:25:00 GMT -5
Karma: *smiles* I won! I won! robot: ... Aneirin: *reappears mysteriously* You sure did! Do you like dancing? There's a dancing game over there. *points* (...... i totally missed this! thank u for linking me) Karma: Dancing game? 8D *goes over to look*
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Post by PFA on Nov 10, 2014 0:27:06 GMT -5
Neil: *Smiiiiirk* *He abruptly goes translucent, playfully letting a stir of wind whip up a bit of dust around their feet* Neil: That would be rather hard to do now, amigo. *surprised by this* I... wha? Hope: Of course, if they have spare time. I'm sure one of them will. *starts laughing at "IS IT TECHNOLOGY" omg* Hope: *puts one hand on hip and narrows eyes* Reynold. Excellent! I'll have to ask sometime~ *still startled* I-it's nothing, I swear! Caslon: *eyes his hair* I disagree. And yes, I'm using technology to do this. ...I see... *whispers* Stallion.still with the intense rivalry eh
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Nov 10, 2014 0:27:25 GMT -5
robot: ... Aneirin: *reappears mysteriously* You sure did! Do you like dancing? There's a dancing game over there. *points* (...... i totally missed this! thank u for linking me) Karma: Dancing game? 8D *goes over to look* ((No prob c: )) Aneirin: Yep! It's called "Dance Dance Revolution"! *points down at the dance pad and gives the directions on how to play the game* Caslon: *eyes his hair* I disagree. And yes, I'm using technology to do this. ...I see... *whispers* Stallion.still with the intense rivalry eh hehe Caslon: Stallion? Where? *glances around*
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Post by PFA on Nov 10, 2014 0:31:25 GMT -5
...I see... *whispers* Stallion.still with the intense rivalry eh hehe Caslon: Stallion? Where? *glances around* What? Are they here? Is it Garrick? yep, still with the intense rivalry
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2014 0:31:56 GMT -5
Neil: *Smiiiiirk* *He abruptly goes translucent, playfully letting a stir of wind whip up a bit of dust around their feet* Neil: That would be rather hard to do now, amigo. *surprised by this* I... wha? -*-*-*- Excellent! I'll have to ask sometime~ *still startled* I-it's nothing, I swear! Neil: Aw, leave the poor man alone, ma'am. He's just having a rough day. *Still smiling somewhat, letting the dust die down for a moment as he phases back to solid* And I mean what I said. I doubt it would be a problem for me at this point. *WHOOSH! A gust of wind kicks up dust around Joffery*
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Post by Lizzie on Nov 10, 2014 0:32:26 GMT -5
Neil: *Smiiiiirk* *He abruptly goes translucent, playfully letting a stir of wind whip up a bit of dust around their feet* Neil: That would be rather hard to do now, amigo. *surprised by this* I... wha? Hope: Of course, if they have spare time. I'm sure one of them will. *starts laughing at "IS IT TECHNOLOGY" omg* Hope: *puts one hand on hip and narrows eyes* Reynold. Excellent! I'll have to ask sometime~ *still startled* I-it's nothing, I swear! Hope: *smiles at him* I'll remind you when we get back to them. *smile fades a bit, looks sternly at Reynold* Reynold. Honestly, now? Here? ((it should be noted, for the general public, that hope is not only younger than reynold, but like extremely smaller, blonde, and adorable, doesnt look threatening at all, but her gaze could kill a man)) (...... i totally missed this! thank u for linking me) Karma: Dancing game? 8D *goes over to look* ((No prob c: )) Aneirin: Yep! It's called "Dance Dance Revolution"! *points down at the dance pad and gives the directions on how to play the game* Karma: Dance dance revolution? I wanna try! *gets on... ddr pad idk what they're called!* *surprised by this* I... wha? -*-*-*- Excellent! I'll have to ask sometime~ *still startled* I-it's nothing, I swear! Neil: Aw, leave the poor man alone, ma'am. He's just having a rough day. *Still smiling somewhat, letting the dust die down for a moment as he phases back to solid* And I mean what I said. I doubt it would be a problem for me at this point. *WHOOSH! A gust of wind kicks up dust around Joffery* Hope: A ... rough day? No. I've talked to him before. hope, watch yourself. don't air your dirty laundry here. Hope: *coughs in the dust and buries face into Joff's shirt*
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Nov 10, 2014 0:34:12 GMT -5
hehe Caslon: Stallion? Where? *glances around* What? Are they here? Is it Garrick? yep, still with the intense rivalry Caslon: Do you have a fear of horses or something?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2014 0:38:17 GMT -5
Hope: A ... rough day? No. I've talked to him before. hope, watch yourself. don't air your dirty laundry here. Hope: *coughs in the dust and buries face into Joff's shirt* Neil: *Dispels the dust around Hope* Your pardon, señora, but it's part of my job to make peace and keep order. Please give him the benefit of the doubt unless he's giving specific, immediate cause for such a venomous glare. The two of us are just having a conversation here about how he can be a better man who stands on his own. That's no cause for such anger, and it could do him a world of good.
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Nov 10, 2014 0:40:13 GMT -5
((No prob c: )) Aneirin: Yep! It's called "Dance Dance Revolution"! *points down at the dance pad and gives the directions on how to play the game* Karma: Dance dance revolution? I wanna try! *gets on... ddr pad idk what they're called!* *THE GAME BEGINS* Aneirin: Okay, go! *some robots come over to watch, one of them hopping onto the adjacent dance pad* robot: *grins and gives a short wave* I'll be your opponent!
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Post by PFA on Nov 10, 2014 0:41:56 GMT -5
Neil: Aw, leave the poor man alone, ma'am. He's just having a rough day. *Still smiling somewhat, letting the dust die down for a moment as he phases back to solid* And I mean what I said. I doubt it would be a problem for me at this point. *WHOOSH! A gust of wind kicks up dust around Joffery* *seems pleased that someone's taking his side for once* this is going. well Whoa! *clings to Hope* Hope: *smiles at him* I'll remind you when we get back to them. *smile fades a bit, looks sternly at Reynold* Reynold. Honestly, now? Here? ((it should be noted, for the general public, that hope is not only younger than reynold, but like extremely smaller, blonde, and adorable, doesnt look threatening at all, but her gaze could kill a man)) Hope: A ... rough day? No. I've talked to him before. hope, watch yourself. don't air your dirty laundry here. Hope: *coughs in the dust and buries face into Joff's shirt* I mean it, it's not me! It's okay, dear! I've got you. you're braving the dust storm for your wife, how noble
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Post by Lizzie on Nov 10, 2014 0:46:49 GMT -5
Neil: Aw, leave the poor man alone, ma'am. He's just having a rough day. *Still smiling somewhat, letting the dust die down for a moment as he phases back to solid* And I mean what I said. I doubt it would be a problem for me at this point. *WHOOSH! A gust of wind kicks up dust around Joffery* *seems pleased that someone's taking his side for once* this is going. well Whoa! *clings to Hope* Hope: *smiles at him* I'll remind you when we get back to them. *smile fades a bit, looks sternly at Reynold* Reynold. Honestly, now? Here? ((it should be noted, for the general public, that hope is not only younger than reynold, but like extremely smaller, blonde, and adorable, doesnt look threatening at all, but her gaze could kill a man)) Hope: A ... rough day? No. I've talked to him before. hope, watch yourself. don't air your dirty laundry here. Hope: *coughs in the dust and buries face into Joff's shirt* I mean it, it's not me! It's okay, dear! I've got you. you're braving the dust storm for your wife, how nobleHope: *clings and ignores Reynold* adorbsHope: A ... rough day? No. I've talked to him before. hope, watch yourself. don't air your dirty laundry here. Hope: *coughs in the dust and buries face into Joff's shirt* Neil: *Dispels the dust around Hope* Your pardon, señora, but it's part of my job to make peace and keep order. Please give him the benefit of the doubt unless he's giving specific, immediate cause for such a venomous glare. The two of us are just having a conversation here about how he can be a better man who stands on his own. That's no cause for such anger, and it could do him a world of good. Hope: *coughs again as the dust clears, shakes her head* You don't understand. *looks up at Joffrey, then back to Neil, and takes a step away from him and toward Neil, lowering her voice so Joff doesn't hear* I know how Reynold feels. My sister, Destiney... she was going to be queen. But until just before her death, she was ditzy, beautiful but awful, not fit to be anything but queen. But she grew up fast after our father's death, she learned so fast. And... then she was gone. I didn't want to be queen like Reynold wants to be the lord, but we shared the same sentiments about our siblings. But he doesn't think Joffrey is fit, and Joff is actually so good at what he does, though he acts silly sometimes. *coughs and steps back toward Joff* it just... isn't fair. Karma: Dance dance revolution? I wanna try! *gets on... ddr pad idk what they're called!* *THE GAME BEGINS* Aneirin: Okay, go! *some robots come over to watch, one of them hopping onto the adjacent dance pad* robot: *grins and gives a short wave* I'll be your opponent! Karma: *grins* Yay! *misses a few steps but tries anyway*
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Post by Lizzie on Nov 10, 2014 0:49:05 GMT -5
and with that awful textwall, im goin to bed, ill continue this stuff tomorrw (or LATER TODAY???) if yall want. NIGHT.
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Nov 10, 2014 0:52:01 GMT -5
Caslon: *frowns at the dust* This is not my doing. *THE GAME BEGINS* Aneirin: Okay, go! *some robots come over to watch, one of them hopping onto the adjacent dance pad* robot: *grins and gives a short wave* I'll be your opponent! Karma: *grins* Yay! *misses a few steps but tries anyway* night Candy! Aneirin: You're doing great! Keep going!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2014 0:52:09 GMT -5
Hope: *coughs again as the dust clears, shakes her head* You don't understand. *looks up at Joffrey, then back to Neil, and takes a step away from him and toward Neil, lowering her voice so Joff doesn't hear* I know how Reynold feels. My sister, Destiney... she was going to be queen. But until just before her death, she was ditzy, beautiful but awful, not fit to be anything but queen. But she grew up fast after our father's death, she learned so fast. And... then she was gone. I didn't want to be queen like Reynold wants to be the lord, but we shared the same sentiments about our siblings. But he doesn't think Joffrey is fit, and Joff is actually so good at what he does, though he acts silly sometimes. *coughs and steps back toward Joff* it just... isn't fair. Neil: *Takes off his hat, holding it over his heart* *Telepathically to Hope* (All due respect, ma'am, but I can read faces pretty well. His sentiment was pretty obvious. And envy may do that to a man, twisting his thoughts of siblings into something where they see only the negative—which is why it is all the more important that he get some respect and be able to stand on his own, rather than constantly being overshadowed by his brother. Alright? Cut him a little slack, and maybe I can work with him and help all y'all out of a potential mess.) I know what it's like to be the younger brother. I'm sticking to my guns on this one. *Puts his hat back on, smiling faintly* I don't think either of the brothers are bad fellows. Y'all just need to relax a little.
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Post by PFA on Nov 10, 2014 0:55:29 GMT -5
Caslon: Do you have a fear of horses or something? Not horses, the horse House. They've been our rivals for generations. Giving up tradition and developing their idea of a future! Hmph! nevermind that it's the friendliest rivalry on the planet these days unless you're Joffery and GarrickHope: A ... rough day? No. I've talked to him before. hope, watch yourself. don't air your dirty laundry here. Hope: *coughs in the dust and buries face into Joff's shirt* Neil: *Dispels the dust around Hope* Your pardon, señora, but it's part of my job to make peace and keep order. Please give him the benefit of the doubt unless he's giving specific, immediate cause for such a venomous glare. The two of us are just having a conversation here about how he can be a better man who stands on his own. That's no cause for such anger, and it could do him a world of good. ... *overhears this* ... off in the distance, the Lord of Embers has a migraine and he knows not why
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