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*he thinks about it for a second or two, with a big grin*

Ya...ya, I do like it.
I seeee... ;)

I don't know. I just didn't really want to be alone. God, I'm slipping.

*Grins with a melancholy amusement, examining her talons.**examines his own claws... looks wryly at her* [Never did get those lession on how to properly use these... now, I fear, there is no time.]

OOC: so much for secrecy, you bastards.

(Jhenova spat the name out in dissappointment.)

Noire. How nice to see you again.

(Jhenova lit his cigarette.)
OOC: do these two know eachother? just curious.

OOC: so much for secrecy, you bastards.

(Jhenova spat the name out in dissappointment.)

Noire. How nice to see you again.

(Jhenova lit his cigarette.)

*black fire crackles around her fingers, and she speaks in a voice laced with sarcasm.*

it's good to see you too, Grey.

*the discomfort in his arm lessened... *

Funny... the last time that happened was at the airport... when the security were talking to each other with their radioes...

*examines his own claws... looks wryly at her* [Never did get those lession on how to properly use these... now, I fear, there is no time.]
*Half grins, exposing one fang.*

No training to it. It's all instinct. That which was created to kill should retain certain reflexes..

*Flexes her talons as if amused by the versatility of them.*

finally decided you'd crawl out of your black hole and see what's going on with the people you've previously been forced to deal with, I suppose. what brings you here? I'm sure it's business, as always.

*she does not try to hide the anger in her eyes, as she takes her hood down and runs her hand through her hair.*

I don't know. I just didn't really want to be alone. God, I'm slipping.

*Grins with a melancholy amusement, examining her talons.*[if you choose to, you don't have to be alone.]

*yawns*

I'm bored.....

**another 30 minutes and Vaga returns to the club hands bloodied a bit, but it is easily washed off in the torential downpour. he enters and once again makes for the balcony**

(jhenovas face is entirely emotionless.)

Call me Jhenova.

(It was flat and impersonal. He takes a drag of his cigarette and puffs smoke out of his mouth. His hands folded across his chest.)

I didn't think you would remember me.

(jhenovas face is entirely emotionless.)

Call me Jhenova.

(It was flat and impersonal. He takes a drag of his cigarette and puffs smoke out of his mouth. His hands folded across his chest.)

I didn't think you would remember me.

*her eyes briefly widen in surprise at the name, then her mouth twists into a sneer.*

I see you've risen in rank, oh mighty Jhenova. it doesn't matter what titles they give you; I can only think of you in your humanity and in your faults, and in your name. Grey.

*her facial expression melted in a calm, more relaxed look and she stated with clarity,*

I don't want to remember you.

*Growls silently, aggrivated both by the comment and a growing sense of tension somewhere near.*

**he sighs. the termoil was still there. he couldnt take it. he grabbed a fresh bottle of rum and walked into the dark recesses of the club**

(Greys eyes looked sad suddenly. Breifly.)

It was never my choice to leave, Noire...

(He became stoic again and took a step forward.)

Times have changed, the Order has evolved. I am not the man you knew me as.

*Growls silently, aggrivated both by the comment and a growing sense of tension somewhere near.*Sorry if I upset you... wasn't my intention.

(Greys eyes looked sad suddenly. Breifly.)

It was never my choice to leave, Noire...

(He became stoic again and took a step forward.)

Times have changed, the Order has evolved. I am not the man you knew me as.

*she looked down angrily*

yes... times have certainly changed, haven't they, Grey. if it wasn't your choice to leave, then why did you?

*sadness flits swiftly across her features before the emotion is masked.*

I realize that you are no longer the man I knew you as. I realized that the night that you never came back. you know... I loved that man.

*anger once again flares in her eyes.*

but he is dead now.

(Jhenova is too wrapped into himself to reveal anything now. He is stone.)

I never loved you.

(He turned to leave, spitting the cigarette onto the ground.)

Go with the tide...

(He became hazy and blurry.)

Or be swept away.

(Jhenova disappeared.)

Just irritable. There's a lot to take in right now.

*Props her elbow on her knee, and rests her face in her palm.*

Perhaps I should sleep on it.

**Vaga pushes the door open and stands in the doorway**
knock knock.

(Jhenova is too wrapped into himself to reveal anything now. He is stone.)

I never loved you.

(He turned to leave, spitting the cigarette onto the ground.)

Go with the tide...

(He became hazy and blurry.)

Or be swept away.

(Jhenova disappeared.)

*she looks at the spot where Grey once was. she whispered,*

you can say what you like; you can say you never loved me... but that last night I saw you, your eyes didn't say that they loved me... they screamed it. and even tonight, I can still see the old Grey in your eyes.

I wish you hadn't come back. I can't decide whether to miss you... or to hate you.

*black flame envelopes her body, and she returns to the bar, sufficiently worn out.*

*Tenses, partially from the emotions she could pick up on outside, and glances at the door.*

**vaga offers the closest thing to a smile he can muster and walks in, shutting the door**
hey there.

*Focuses her senses, pulling them into the room on alert.*

What do you want, Vaga.

where is the bartender.. does anyone know? I need vodka. 100 proof, please.

*she is too tired to materialize her own, and she props her chin up on her hand as she sits at the counter.*

*she looks at the spot where Grey once was. she whispered,*

you can say what you like; you can say you never loved me... but that last night I saw you, your eyes didn't say that they loved me... they screamed it. and even tonight, I can still see the old Grey in your eyes.

I wish you hadn't come back. I can't decide whether to miss you... or to hate you.

*black flame envelopes her body, and she returns to the bar, sufficiently worn out.*Hey Noire... you alright?

where is the bartender.. does anyone know? I need vodka. 100 proof, please.

*she is too tired to materialize her own, and she props her chin up on her hand as she sits at the counter.**Creates glass of requested liquid...*

Hey Noire... you alright?

I should be, after a vodka and a long sleep...

*she takes out a shuriken and shines it. glancing at her reflection, she realizes how tired she really looks.*

*Focuses her senses, pulling them into the room on alert.*

What do you want, Vaga.
*slides to the side... staying out of the way.*

**he sighs**
i want this to stop. to just end. i'm tired of fighting, tired of scemeing. tired of all of it.

*Creates glass of requested liquid...*

thank you so much.

*she sips on the vodka, and puts the shuriken back into the pocket of her trenchcoat.*

I should be, after a vodka and a long sleep...

*she takes out a shuriken and shines it. glancing at her reflection, she realizes how tired she really looks.*OOC: ever watch 'Noir'?

OOC: ever watch 'Noir'?

ooc: nope but I read the manga once. assuming you're referring to the anime... maybe I'm assuming wrong.

ic: *she glances at her bandaged hand, and swiftly removes the bandage.*

that seems to have healed nicely... and quickly, too. that's unusual.

*she shrugs and downs the last of her vodka.*

*Listens silently, but makes no visible motion to respond. Instead, she finishes off her drink and sets the bottle to the side.*

**he drops down to a squat and looks between her and Nekone**
you've both seen me at my darkest. its not something i can let out again. ever.
**he looks over at Gael**
i found some soldiers from the order outside. they where gathering info. they're planning an assault, i know it. is there any way you can convince them not to?

ooc: nope but I read the manga once. assuming you're referring to the anime... maybe I'm assuming wrong.

ic: *she glances at her bandaged hand, and swiftly removes the bandage.*

that seems to have healed nicely... and quickly, too. that's unusual.

*she shrugs and downs the last of her vodka.*OOC: Yep... you just remind me of Chole... that's all.

ic: *Looks at hand*
Unusual? for here? not really.

Me? I hold no influence there. But I can mention it to Atreyu.

OOC: Yep... you just remind me of Chole... that's all.

ic: *Looks at hand*
Unusual? for here? not really.

ooc: cool. ^_^ I don't remember which character she is; I only read a little bit of the book. I'll have to check it out.

ic: *she laughs tiredly*

that's true... but I should be heading to bed. good night, and thanks for the drink.

ooc again: good night, all.

So that was you I saw out there. you are, at least, efficient.

**shakes his head**
he's behind it all. he has been since the begining. i dont know why i couldnt see it before.
**sighs again and drops onto the cloor and leans back against the wall**

ooc: cool. ^_^ I don't remember which character she is; I only read a little bit of the book. I'll have to check it out.

ic: *she laughs tiredly*

that's true... but I should be heading to bed. good night, and thanks for the drink.

ooc again: good night, all.OOC: she's the one in the cloak, and who is extremely good with the daggers.

IC: anytime. Goodnight Noire.
*tosses (litterally) glass into sink. turns on the really hot water and sparys the inside.*

ooc: cool. ^_^ I don't remember which character she is; I only read a little bit of the book. I'll have to check it out.

ic: *she laughs tiredly*

that's true... but I should be heading to bed. good night, and thanks for the drink.

ooc again: good night, all.
G'night

OOC: G'night :)

Atreyu? No. How could he be? He would have been dormant still for all of this.

G'night

OOC: G'night :)

night, gene.. and good luck with your planet. :p

night, gene.. and good luck with your planet. :p
lol. thanks, noire. :p

i dont know. but the order doesnt want the tokens. they want them distroyed. only problem is that that is effectively doing the same thing as bringing them together and condeming the world.

Figured as much. About the effects..

*Suddenly wishes she had a drink, fingering the empty bottle. But instead, she closes her eyes and rests her head against the wall.*

**vaga takes a swill from his bottle, then slides it over to her**
that said, are you still going to march with him? we could really use here here...
i could really use you here...

*Furrows her brow, ignoring the bottle.*

Don't ask me to choose between you.

its an imposible choice. i cant ask you to make it. the only thing i can ask is that you stay here tonight. the war can wait until tomarrow.

*watches the conflict before him*

*She opened her eyes suddenly and stared hard at him.*

Here..

*Half-growls softly, uncertainly, and absently touches her throat at some memory or another.*

ya...here...
**he looks down at the ground, probably the most human he's looked in months**

*Glances to nekone briefly, then back to Vaga, shifting both wings slightly.*

...alright...

**he lets out a breath he didnt realize he was holding and looks back up, catching her gaze in his**

*Her eyes flicker darkly for a moment before she looks down.*

...everything alright?

prefectly. i'm just tired of the rutine. after all, what's he death of 8 more people on my hands.
**he sighs and lookds down at this gloved hands, no sign of his previous exploits that night**

Word of advice...lose the self-pity act. It doesn't suit you.

this isnt self pity. this is worse...
**he looks back up**
its nothing... absolute nothing...

*Frowns slightly.*

Well whatever it is, it's unbecoming.

you're telling me?
**he smirks and leans back against the wall again**
its bliss and hell all at once. rather interesting feeling really.

I suppose.

*Closes her eyes again, easing her senses back from their heightened state.*

**while she eases back, he stretches out, searching for something, anything to help fill the coid within him now. what he found made his eyes flare open as he struggled to force it back**

*Quirks a brow slightly, sensing the subtle dischord.*

**relaxes again and wonders out loud**
bloody persistant, arn't you...

Huh?

**looks over**
no, not you. the other me. i swear, it gets harder every day to keep him out.

*Grins darkly*

You might have to let him out sometime. Might be fun to play with..

**smirks back**
he'd be the one doing the playing.

*Arches a brow*

Really now..

ya. not what you would call the submissive type.

Sounds like my kinda man.

*Laughs quietly, despite herself.*

ya, i'll bet.
**winks and leans back again**
you may not have to wait long. he's still pushing.

*Smiles darkly, exposing the tips of her fangs.*

Pity I'm so tired. Would've been interesting to give him a run for his money.

you may get your chance tomarrow. as for now, i'm fading as well.
**closes his eyes and slows his breathing a bit**

*stumbles into the club door and struggles to open it* *muttering*

Ooc: Hey everyone.

*stumbles into the club door and struggles to open it* *muttering*

Ooc: Hey everyone.
*opens the door for him*

Hello ryan.

*Watches him a moment, then curls up on her side resting her head on his leg tiredly.*

**he absently stroke her hair as they both drift off into sleep**

*opens the door for him*

Hello ryan.

*falls in on his face* Allo...*snores*

*Crawls his way towards a table* Hey there everyone *waves his arm like a moron wildly on the ground trying to wave to everyone*

**he absently stroke her hair as they both drift off into sleep**
*waits for a moment.* *then grabs two blanets and wraps both of them up.*

*quietly exits the room... and curls up outside their door... standing guard as it were.*

*Toys with a small whistle with a tiger emblem on the front of it* Arg...*Lays on the floor dazed*

*Drags himself up and starts to stumble towards the kitchen* Would...anyone like...ah drink?

*crickets chirp*...Well...Guess not....*stumbles into the kitchen whereas he makes sure that he leaves nothing un-touched searching for something to drink*

hello ryan

hello ryan

*Peeks around the corner of the kitchen* Allo Jerry

Or was it OOC?...Ooc: lol hi jerry

*Peeks around the corner of the kitchen* Allo Jerry

Or was it OOC?...Ooc: lol hi jerry

dunno? gonna go to bed, falling asleep. g'night.

dunno? gonna go to bed, falling asleep. g'night.

Ooc: Night Jerry,See ya later,Watch out for stalkers

*stumbles around and passes out in the kitchen*

Ooc: Nighters everyone!

G'night, ryan :)

*drops down into the room with Gael & Vaga*
Well, well, well, look what we have here...

Hey, you two time, to get up.

So, are you going to help us Gael? Or are you going to let recent events cloud your mind?[let em sleep!]
*A blue glow envelopes Zat/Cyberist and opens the window... then Cyberist is thrown out the window.*

OOC: lol

*she slides down the banister, yawning.*

serve me up a cold one, bartender... :p I need something to wake me up.

*she slides down the banister, yawning.*

serve me up a cold one, bartender... :p I need something to wake me up.
*A cold one capable of waking her up materializes right in front of her, floating and waiting for her to take it*

*A cold one capable of waking her up materializes right in front of her, floating and waiting for her to take it*

*she grins*

thanks Gene... you're the best. :p

*she grins*

thanks Gene... you're the best. :p
You're welcome. :D

*he looks at the door just as soviet officers barge in*

Yawn! :rolleyes: :D

*fires his chronoscepter at them, blowing them up and leaving blood and gore all over the place*

:D

You're welcome. :D

*he looks at the door just as soviet officers barge in*

Yawn! :rolleyes: :D

*fires his chronoscepter at them, blowing them up and leaving blood and gore all over the place*

:D

yay for soviet officers!

*she takes out her katana with one clean sweep and cuts off the head of an officer.*

yay for fighting! ;)

ooc: I've got to go to school; later Gene...

*she downs the last of the "cold one to wake her up" and grabs her nearby trenchcoat and katana.*

work calls...

*she stalks off and out of the bar.*

ooc: I've got to go to school; later Gene...

*she downs the last of the "cold one to wake her up" and grabs her nearby trenchcoat and katana.*

work calls...

*she stalks off and out of the bar.*
OOC: aww :(

later. :)

OOC: aww :(

later. :)

ooc: when Noire comes back, the Klingons and the Soviets are going down! :D we can fight them later.

ooc: when Noire comes back, the Klingons and the Soviets are going down! :D we can fight them later.
OOC: whoops. i deleted that post. oh well. ;)

IC: *the armies disappear as gene teleports back into the club*

[let em sleep!]
*A blue glow envelopes Zat/Cyberist and opens the window... then Cyberist is thrown out the window.*

OOC: Hey, I'm trying to do something here...

OOC: Hey, I'm trying to do something here...OOC: Sorry... hate it when people 'Do things' to others when they are not here to approve/disapprove of actions. Can it wait till they are online at least?

OOC: Sure...it's no longer there.

OOC: Sure...it's no longer there.OOC: lol I didn't mean to delete it... it was a good comedy scene... ah well...

OOC: lol I didn't mean to delete it... it was a good comedy scene... ah well...

OOC: Not yours, mine.

*wanders downstairs*

*holding a severed soviet head while chugging chocolate milk*

Ah. greetings, tink.

Afternoon

:eek:!!!

Waay past my bedtime! :D

Ah, who cares! :D

*goes to the balcony, and tosses the head into the river of lava below. Bloodcurling screams can be heard*

*Lascivious was outside, minding the cool fresh air and watching the staircase out of the corner of his eye when he seen Tink walk down, and he decided to go inside...*

Good morning all.

Greetings, sir. I don't think I've met you....

*smiles* Good morning Lasc

*he looked over at the stranger behind the bar, and tipped his rakish derby*

Pleased to meet you, the name is Lascivious - but most just call me Lasc.

*with that he turned and faced Tink, nodded, took off his hat and holding it gently in his folded hands smiled at her...*

good morning indeed! Would you like to get another couple cups of hot apple cider, and take up in one of these booths with me?

ooc: Hm, and here I thought we had met Gene... oh well! Tink, my responses will be even slower today, sorry about that! Work and all. Tomorrow promises to offer some time to get a good leap on this thing.

OOC: I don't remember if our characters met, so I did it again just in case.

IC: Name's Eugene. Gene for short. Nice to meet you.

*checks watch*

Ah, well. Just as much. Gotta go. Later all!

*teleports to the triship, taking his planet and its moon with him*

sounds good! *hops over the bar and fetches the drinks*


ooc: don't worry about it, I've got plenty of time

*He smiled back at Gene as he was leaving, and gave him a subtle nod...*

pleased to meet you Gene, have a nice day!

*turning back to Tink, he took the drinks from her hand and together they walked over to a quiet booth with each other...*

ooc: ok, back to work Lasc! ;) See you later on Tink!

*sits down in the booth, looks up at Lasc and smiles again*


ooc: see ya in a bit xoxoxoxo

*with his cider in hand, Lascivious talked gingerly to Tink, about how he had moved east, the different kinds of work he had occupied himself with... about being unhappy... and about coming home.

he was never able to say why.*

ooc: I will try and get something more active going sooner or later, sorry Tink! Damn this work stuff! :p

*listens intently to all Lasc's stories* sounds like the last few months have been a whole lot more interesting for you than me, I hate to hear about you being unhappy though, I'm glad you came back (kisses him on the cheek*

*she saunters into the club, trenchcoat flaring behind her like a cape.*

hey, everyone.

*she goes over to sit at her usual place at the bar.*

*listens intently*

My, how interesting...

*looking around and noticing that the the club seems to be completely empty, she materializes a cold sake with ice for herself, and goes over to the jukebox. after fiddling with it for a minute, War Pigs blares from the speakers. :p she sinks down into the closest couch, and pulls out a copy of Crime and Punishment.*

*the song ends, and she engulfs the book in flames, making it disappear.*

wow... this place is dead today.

*she takes another drink from her bottle.*

*drops down in front of Noire*
My, you should be more alert...

*drops down in front of Noire*
My, you should be more alert...

*she doesn't even blink.*

things don't sneak up on me unless I let them. do you need something?

Yes, in fact, I do need you to do something...*whispers to Noire* kill Lasc.

Yes, in fact, I do need you to do something...*whispers to Noire* kill Lasc.
ooc: wtf?! :eek:

Yes, in fact, I do need you to do something...*whispers to Noire* kill Lasc.

*she glances at the cyberist, and a grin flitted across her face.*

you want me to kill Lasc? now, why would I want do that?

*she glances at the cyberist, and a grin flitted across her face.*

you want me to kill Lasc? now, why would I want do that?

*whispers*There are things that aren't very...accessible to people like you. Perhaps you know of one such thing that you, not to raise the dead but, have your eye on?

ooc: no killing Lasc, he has an rp he has to finish

*whispers*There are things that aren't very...accessible to people like you. Perhaps you know of one such thing that you, not to raise the dead but, have your eye on?

*she raised one eyebrow.*

and what might I have my eye on, that I would be willing to kill for it? it may be my job as a mercenary... but I do not kill needlessly, or unfairly.

ooc: no killing Lasc, he has an rp he has to finish

OOC: Well then, after it. I never intended to interrupt it.

*she raised one eyebrow.*

and what might I have my eye on, that I would be willing to kill for it? it may be my job as a mercenary... but I do not kill needlessly, or unfairly.

Well then, I'll just have to kill you.

OOC: Well then, after it. I never intended to interrupt it.
ooc: don't think i really like the idea of that

ooc: no killing Lasc, he has an rp he has to finish

ooc: TGed you.

OOC: Well then, after it. I never intended to interrupt it.



Well then, I'll just have to kill you.

*she laughs sarcastically, and remains sitting on the couch.*

you'll have to kill me... that's rather interesting. I've been raised on death. but I'm one of the lucky few who knows the difference between killing for yourself, and killing for good.

*smiling bitterly, she toys with the shuriken dangling from her left ear.*

*she laughs sarcastically, and remains sitting on the couch.*

you'll have to kill me... that's rather interesting. I've been raised on death. but I'm one of the lucky few who knows the difference between killing for yourself, and killing for good.

*smiling bitterly, she toys with the shuriken dangling from her left ear.*

Please, don't entertain the idea that you can defeat me, and don't even believe I thought the killing was for good.

Please, don't entertain the idea that you can defeat me, and don't even believe I thought the killing was for good.

*she laughs.*

don't be ridiculous. now, to cut to the chase... what did you think the killing was for, then? and what do you think I would want enough to kill someone?

*she laughs.*

don't be ridiculous. now, to cut to the chase... what did you think the killing was for, then? and what do you think I would want enough to kill someone?

Hmm, guess you do have morals, so telling you whould be dangerous, as you just might survive.

Hmm, guess you do have morals, so telling you whould be dangerous, as you just might survive.

I guess you could say that I have them. telling me would be dangerous... because I just might survive what? ... you?

*she gives a twisted smile.*

I've survived worse things.

ooc: I need to go.

ic: cyberist... we'll continue this later.

*she disappears in a flash of black fire.*

*Prue comes downstairs, yawning*

is anyone here?

*she wanders over to the bar in search of hot coffee*

*The door is blown off its hinges*

*Walks in carrying a severed Klingon head*

Greetings, Cyberist :D

*shoots his chronoscepter. The bright blue projectile blows through the glass window, shattering it, and hitting a Romulan Bird of Prey not to far from here, blowing it up*

:D

May I have that head for cyborg conversion?

May I have that head for cyborg conversion?
Sure.

*tosses the head to Cyberist*

*drags in the decapitated body of the same klingon*

This might also be useful.

*walks down the stairs and looks aroun*
ooc:
wow...quiet...
ic:
*sits on a couch and meditates on his life*

Uhhh, where was he, thought Zat, siting in a chair with 4 well-stuffed, velvet cushions and a headphone hook-up. The last thing he could remember was fighting a black metal snale and then dying. That's it, he was dead. No he didn't like that, and it didn't explain how he was in 1st class in a plane above the clouds. No, there must be a better solution he thought, and as he put his hand out to pull the, gray, luxurious, rectangular, tray made by Resi to write in his journal called Another weird day in the life of Zat including such entries as: well, the nuclear chicken menace has been defeated, the Yarn Apocolypse and the like, when he noticed his hand. It had been Lego'd! He then felt his head, which felt normal, which alarmed him, as it to feel normal it must be Lego'd too. While in the middle of the panic, which inolved kicking, screaming, periodic shots with a pistol, a chicken squaking outside the plane, everyone being puzzled by that, and the landing of an U.S. Currency driven flying saucer which landed in his lap, which turned into an argument about how its impossible to be isolated from others with concious thought and possess self-awarement, he appeared on the roof of the plane and did a rousing musical number which won him an award.
All of this was ended when a voice said "would you ectasy our dinner?" and Zat was just about to lecture the speaker about proper grammer and word usage when he saw the voice had no origin. This bothered none at all, as he had seen a brick wall destroy a civilization by making people bash their heads with it. He said yes, and looked ou the window to see a massive skirmish between blueberry and strawberry pies

To Be Continued And All That Jazz...

OOC: I'll decide about this RP.

Uhhh, where was he, thought Zat, siting in a chair with 4 well-stuffed, velvet cushions and a headphone hook-up. The last thing he could remember was fighting a black metal snale and then dying. That's it, he was dead. No he didn't like that, and it didn't explain how he was in 1st class in a plane above the clouds. No, there must be a better solution he thought, and as he put his hand out to pull the, gray, luxurious, rectangular, tray made by Resi to write in his journal called Another weird day in the life of Zat including such entries as: well, the nuclear chicken menace has been defeated, the Yarn Apocolypse and the like, when he noticed his hand. It had been Lego'd! He then felt his head, which felt normal, which alarmed him, as it to feel normal it must be Lego'd too. While in the middle of the panic, which inolved kicking, screaming, periodic shots with a pistol, a chicken squaking outside the plane, everyone being puzzled by that, and the landing of an U.S. Currency driven flying saucer which landed in his lap, which turned into an argument about how its impossible to be isolated from others with concious thought and possess self-awarement, he appeared on the roof of the plane and did a rousing musical number which won him an award.
All of this was ended when a voice said "would you ectasy our dinner?" and Zat was just about to lecture the speaker about proper grammer and word usage when he saw the voice had no origin. This bothered none at all, as he had seen a brick wall destroy a civilization by making people bash their heads with it. He said yes, and looked ou the window to see a massive skirmish between blueberry and strawberry pies

To Be Continued And All That Jazz...

OOC: I'll decide about this RP.

OOC: What the fuck is wrong with you?

*she strolls into the bar, looking a little upset. walking over to the counter, she runs her hands through her hair again and sits down at the bar, propping her face in her hands.*

water and an advil, please...

*she strolls into the bar, looking a little upset. walking over to the counter, she runs her hands through her hair again and sits down at the bar, propping her face in her hands.*

water and an advil, please...
*hands her both*

*hands her both*

*she smiles tiredly at Gene.*

thanks... how are you?

ooc: babysitting two little, really hyperactive kids for about five hours can really give you a headache... :p lol..

*she smiles tiredly at Gene.*

thanks... how are you?

ooc: babysitting two little, really hyperactive kids for about five hours can really give you a headache... :p lol..
Fine. You?

OOC: Ouch.

*The Saint enters the club and makes his way to the bar*

Anyone here able to serve a weary traveler a cold glass of beer?

*stays in the rafters*

hehehe, they don't have a clue what's about to happen...

Fine. You?

OOC: Ouch.

I'm doing all right; advil is helping a lot. :p anything interesting happen while I was gone?

ooc: ouch is definitely and certainly right.

*The Saint enters the club and makes his way to the bar*

Anyone here able to serve a weary traveler a cold glass of beer?

*black fire crackles around her hand and a cold glass of beer is materialized. she slides it down the bar counter to the stranger.*

hello, I'm Noire.

*stays in the rafters*

hehehe, they don't have a clue what's about to happen...

*glances up*

to Cyberist: way to give yourself away... shall we continue our prior discussion?

*not having left the side of the bar, and probably won't for a very long time...*

I am going to need help if I am going to pull this off. My body can't handle a serious fight, but who would be gullible enough, to trust me?

*he fiddled with the string on his leather pouch, remebering that it still contained some useful items.*

*black fire crackles around her hand and a cold glass of beer is materialized. she slides it down the bar counter to the stranger.*

hello, I'm Noire.

*His eyes flicker despite the soreness in his muscles*

Noire...what a pretty name...:)

Thanks for the beer, lass.

*The Saint makes his way to a table and sits down tiredly into a chair*

I'm doing all right; advil is helping a lot. :p anything interesting happen while I was gone?

ooc: ouch is definitely and certainly right.
Nothing much, really. Been quite quiet all day, really.

*In the library, Neut turns to Celeste*

Celeste, why do you fear the weather?

*In the library, Neut turns to Celeste*

Celeste, why do you fear the weather?

*she wraps her arms about her body and shudders, looking away*
Destruction, death... the Titans. And I can't help...

*she wraps her arms about her body and shudders, looking away*
Destruction, death... the Titans. And I can't help...
*chuckling softly*
Why do you choose to not be able to help?

*chuckling softly*
Why do you choose to not be able to help?
*she shakes her head sadly*
I...can't. I am only human... one human... and the Goddess chooses to remain silent...

*His eyes flicker despite the soreness in his muscles*

Noire...what a pretty name...:)

Thanks for the beer, lass.

*The Saint makes his way to a table and sits down tiredly into a chair*

no problem... care to join us? (meaning Gene and I)

Nothing much, really. Been quite quiet all day, really.

I know... odd, isn't it... the club is usually so busy.

ooc: Is anybody else getting constant, internal service errors?

ic: {We're going outside. I have some explaining to do}

*moving like a stringed, he heads outside*

*she shakes her head sadly*
I...can't. I am only human... one human... and the Goddess chooses to remain silent...

*Neut chuckles again, and then in a deep, gravely voice:*
Only one human...who controlled the world within in which her people lived? Why do you not accept who you are?

ooc: Is anybody else getting constant, internal service errors?

ic: {We're going outside. I have some explaining to do}

*moving like a stringed, he heads outside*
OOC: i sure am! :mad:

*Neut chuckles again, and then in a deep, gravely voice:*
Only one human...who controlled the world within in which her people lived? Why do you not accept who you are?

I was the Voice of the Goddess there. No one ever tried to kill me, and I had the powers of all the priesthood behind me.
*she sits in a chair, troubled*

OOC: i sure am! :mad:

ooc: mine is fine for some reason... ? :confused:

no problem... care to join us? (meaning Gene and I)
*eyes widen*

Thank you. I certainly don't want to interupt your evening.

ooc: no problems now.

ic: *far off in a previously unobserved region*

{We both realize that your body is essentially useless, except to scare the children.}

Hey that's useful, get the kids scared and you'll be set for the future. In seriousness, I am thinking of alternatives to avoid directly getting involved in this conflict, your form will be used only as a last resort.

*eyes widen*

Thank you. I certainly don't want to interupt your evening.

not a problem... *she smiles* we're all friends here. well... most of us are.

ooc: wow... this is really slow tonight. anyone still here? or gone doing other things? just thought I'd check before I keep posting and end up making a fool out of myself... :rolleyes:

ooc: wow... this is really slow tonight. anyone still here? or gone doing other things? just thought I'd check before I keep posting and end up making a fool out of myself... :rolleyes:
OOC: I'm still here.

not a problem... *she smiles* we're all friends here. well... most of us are.
*he sets his broadsword on the floor, along with the buckler, then lifts the longbow from his back*

Mary and the Saints ;) that's a heavy load. The beer is good, Noire...thanks again! Do you know where a man might find a room for the night?

OOC: it took me hitting the refresh button 6 times to get to Paradise Club... and that's not counting getting into the reply form... @#$&^%#*&^(&^^%!


IC: Junii Comes downstairs... looks around

OOC: it took me hitting the refresh button 6 times to get to Paradise Club... and that's not counting getting into the reply form... @#$&^%#*&^(&^^%!


IC: Junii Comes downstairs... looks around
OOC: :eek: what the heck is going on here?!

okay, good! people are here! *is relieved*

to Saint: yeah, you can get yourself a room. *points to JuNii* just talk to him.

to Saint: yeah, you can get yourself a room. *points to JuNii* just talk to him.
*looks toward the one called JuNii*

Sir...a room for the night...a possibility?

to Saint: yeah, you can get yourself a room. *points to JuNii* just talk to him.Huh? Wha... I didn't do anything... I don't even know.... err... Ahem... room? sure we have some empty rooms.


OOC: Just some of the Fun screens I'm getting in abundance...

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I was the Voice of the Goddess there. No one ever tried to kill me, and I had the powers of all the priesthood behind me.
*she sits in a chair, troubled*

*in a mocking tone*
So, you became human and lost the support of the priesthood?

Huh? Wha... I didn't do anything... I don't even know.... err... Ahem... room? sure we have some empty rooms.


OOC: Just some of the Fun screens I'm getting in abundance...

ooc: yay for fun screens. lol.

*looks toward the one called JuNii*

Sir...a room for the night...a possibility?Right this way. :D

*Leads Saint up the stairs to one an empty room... takes key, signs it out and hand it to Saint*

My name is Ju, If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask... I do request, however, you try not to kill any of the other residents... their appearances are rather striking and may seem unusual... but inside they're good folk.

*in a mocking tone*
So, you became human and lost the support of the priesthood?

*her eyes are confused*
I've always been what I am. *chuckles* I do have the support of the priesthood, my twin Philemon is their leader after all, but I can't channel their powers anymore.

*goes to the balcony, and starts shooting his chronoscepter seemingly at random*

*after a few moments, wreckages of various planes and spaceships (excluding those from the Plutonian empire, of course) are seen flaming down into the sea*

*goes to the balcony, and starts shooting his chronoscepter seemingly at random*

*after a few moments, wreckages of various planes and spaceships (excluding those from the Plutonian empire, of course) are seen flaming down into the sea*OOC: don't you think the Titans are causing enough damage :rolleyes: :D

*After seeing Saint settled in, Ju returns to the Club Proper.*

My name is Ju, If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask... I do request, however, you try not to kill any of the other residents... their appearances are rather striking and may seem unusual... but inside they're good folk.
Thank you, Ju.

*The Saint lugs his weapons up the stairs*

I'll try my best not to kill anyone too quickly. At least not any random residents...I'll make sure I have a reason...

Thanks again for your hospitality.

*goes to the balcony, and starts shooting his chronoscepter seemingly at random*

*after a few moments, wreckages of various planes and spaceships (excluding those from the Plutonian empire, of course) are seen flaming down into the sea*

yay for shooting chronospecter at random! I seem to be a little drunk. *slides off bar stool and sits on the floor.* now that is odd.. I drink sake and vodka all the time, never get drunk, then have a bit of water and now I feel like dancing on the tabletops...

yay for shooting chronospecter at random! I seem to be a little drunk. *slides off bar stool and sits on the floor.* now that is odd.. I drink sake and vodka all the time, never get drunk, then have a bit of water and now I feel like dancing on the tabletops...
I occasionally get drunk on chocolate milk. ;)

I occasionally get drunk on chocolate milk. ;)

*she laughs*

why am I not surprised at that?

*she dizzily gets up from sitting on the floor, and she glows white.*

there we go... drunkeness gone. I feel a bit better. :D

ooc: LOL.

yay for shooting chronospecter at random! I seem to be a little drunk. *slides off bar stool and sits on the floor.* now that is odd.. I drink sake and vodka all the time, never get drunk, then have a bit of water and now I feel like dancing on the tabletops...
*comes downstairs & sees Noire on the ground*
You ok?

*returns to the bar, finding a stool down at the end*

*she laughs*

why am I not surprised at that?

*she dizzily gets up from sitting on the floor, and she glows white.*

there we go... drunkeness gone. I feel a bit better. :D

ooc: LOL.
OOC: good thing it doesn't happen in real life! :D

OOC: good thing it doesn't happen in real life! :D

ooc: hahaha geez yes.

ic: anyway... I need a sparring match... where are those Klingons and Soviets?

*she grins and unsheaths a kodachi strapped to the inside of her trenchcoat.*

ooc: hahaha geez yes.

ic: anyway... I need a sparring match... where are those Klingons and Soviets?

*she grins and unsheaths a kodachi strapped to the inside of her trenchcoat.*
*Teleports him and her out to the street, into the storm. The army of klingons and soviets reappear*

*Teleports him and her out to the street, into the storm. The army of klingons and soviets reappear*

sweet. today actually may end up being all right.

*she draws her twin katanas from her coat and becomes a whirling devil of black and blade.*

I need the practice.

*A large humanoid panther walks downstairs... looks around. *
Evening Ju... can I have a Large Chocolate milk please.

*her eyes are confused*
I've always been what I am. *chuckles* I do have the support of the priesthood, my twin Philemon is their leader after all, but I can't channel their powers anymore.

*in an almost ridiculing tone, Neut responds to Celeste:*

You cannot channel their powers, yet since becoming a puny human you've prevented yourself from being killed many times.

*The soviets start shooting and the klingons charge forward, shooting*

*Gene shoots his chronoscepter. The projectile hits a bunch of klingons & soviets, and body parts are all over the place*

*The soviets start shooting and the klingons charge forward, shooting*

*Gene shoots his chronoscepter. The projectile hits a bunch of klingons & soviets, and body parts are all over the place*

*at the charge of the enemy, she slips her hand into her pocket and in one moment, 24 of them have shurikens in their foreheads. she finds a klingon with a sword and begins dueling with it.*

*Yawns*

*Helps himself to a Guinness and finds a quiet booth to sit and ponder*

*Blows a soviet battle tank to bit as american f-16's enter the fray, along with the entire spartan army*

*A large humanoid panther walks downstairs... looks around. *
Evening Ju... can I have a Large Chocolate milk please.*serves Nekone a Chocolate Milk.*

*in an almost ridiculing tone, Neut responds to Celeste:*

You cannot channel their powers, yet since becoming a puny human you've prevented yourself from being killed many times.

*she frowns, revisiting the past weeks at PC, giving Neut a troubled look*
How do you know about that? ...I can barely rely on it anyway... I was able to save myself from strangulation but I couldn't even heal someone without using the Elixir to focus my will and power... And since then, nothing...
*she looks at her hands, helpless, a single tear rolls down her left cheek*

*Blows a soviet battle tank to bit as american f-16's enter the fray, along with the entire spartan army*

ooc: this is fricking awesome. lol.

ooc: this is fricking awesome. lol.


HELLZ yeah it was! I'm waay impressed with the ability of yous guys to develop plot lines and such in this RP club. Wish I could RP as well as you guys...

*after sufficiently turning the Klingon's body to mincemeat, she turns upon part of the Spartan army running toward her. her eyes glow an electric blue and dark fire flares up around her. the spartans also are engulfed in fire, and then they all explode. :gundge:*

ooc: yay for explosions. :D

ooc: this is fricking awesome. lol.
OOC: effin-A! :D

*she frowns, revisiting the past weeks at PC, giving Neut a troubled look*
How do you know about that? ...I can barely rely on it anyway... I was able to save myself from strangulation but I couldn't even heal someone without using the Elixir to focus my will and power... And since then, nothing...
*she looks at her hands, helpless, a single tear rolls down her left cheek*

*Wiping away her tear, Neut responds*

The power is there, Goddess. Think back to our lesson in handling that.

*Neut points at the firearm hanging on her hip*

*after sufficiently turning the Klingon's body to mincemeat, she turns upon part of the Spartan army running toward her. her eyes glow an electric blue and dark fire flares up around her. the spartans also are engulfed in fire, and then they all explode. :gundge:
*Their bloods soon river down to the beach, where it is incinerated by lava*

Hmm..... *evil grin*

*teleports them both to a large city*

Urban warfare! :D

*blasts a skyscraper*

*Their bloods soon river down to the beach, where it is incinerated by lava*

Hmm..... *evil grin*

*teleports them both to a large city*

Urban warfare! :D

*blasts a skyscraper*

*grins as well* sweet.

*her hands crackle with black electricity, and several small skyscrapers explode.*

*black fire engulfs several buildings, as dark lightning strikes others. some more explode. cops start to run up to the pair wreaking all the havoc.*

*grins as well* sweet.

*her hands crackle with black electricity, and several small skyscrapers explode.*
*as fast as the destruction occurs, occasionaly even faster, more buildings pop up, and more soviets and klingons appear, this time with romulans included*

*blasts several skyscrapers and shoots down 34 american fighter jets*

*black fire engulfs several buildings, as dark lightning strikes others. some more explode. cops start to run up to the pair wreaking all the havoc.*
You can levitate, right? ;)

*levitates, baffling the officers before chronosceptering them*

*Wiping away her tear, Neut responds*

The power is there, Goddess. Think back to our lesson in handling that.

*Neut points at the firearm hanging on her hip*
*she is surprised by his gesture*
Please, Neut, you shouldn't call me that. I am only her Voice...
*she touches her pistol, frowning*
I don't... I thought I did very well. I was trained as a High Priestess and as such i am versed in mediation techniques... I imagine I just... have natural talent...

*as fast as the destruction occurs, occasionaly even faster, more buildings pop up, and more soviets and klingons appear, this time with romulans included*

*blasts several skyscrapers and shoots down 34 american fighter jets*

ooh.. fighter jets.

*she materializes a massive rock above a jet and it drops, crushing the jet. more black lightning electrocutes 17 of them. taking her katanas in hand, she takes a fighting stance and cuts down the romulans, soviets, and klingons one by one as they reach her.*

try and get some cops, too. I'd rather not be arrested, especially with that water I drank still in my system. a record of FUI (fighting under the influence hehe) is probably not going to improve my life.

*throws shurikens at the cops*

*Feels strangely invisible.*

Thanks all the same, Ju. But I'll just be moving on...

*Gathers up his weapons and heads for the door.*

ooh.. fighter jets.

*she materializes a massive rock above a jet and it drops, crushing the jet. more black lightning electrocutes 17 of them. taking her katanas in hand, she takes a fighting stance and cuts down the romulans, soviets, and klingons one by one as they reach her.*

try and get some cops, too. I'd rather not be arrested, especially with that water I drank still in my system. a record of FUI (fighting under the influence hehe) is probably not going to improve my life.

*throws shurikens at the cops*
*looks at the storm, and a torndado drops in* ;)

You can levitate, right? ;)

*levitates, baffling the officers before chronosceptering them*

unfortunately, that's one thing I can't do. :rolleyes: but it's okay, I'll fight them from here.

*she grins evilly, and slices through a cop with a small kodachi.*

*Feels strangely invisible.*

Thanks all the same, Ju. But I'll just be moving on...

*Gathers up his weapons and heads for the door.*

hey, come join us and help us fight these people! it's loads of fun, I promise! :D

unfortunately, that's one thing I can't do. :rolleyes: but it's okay, I'll fight them from here.

*she grins evilly, and slices through a cop with a small kodachi.*
I see...

*the winds start howling, and lightning is incessant as the tornado sucks up thousands of enemies at a time, frequently splitting them into multiple parts*

*shoots at more soviets. blood and gore is all over the place*

*looks at the storm, and a torndado drops in* ;)

*focusing intently on the tornado, her eyes become a luminescent blue. her white hair flies in every direction as black fire explodes from inside the tornado, and the whirlwind crackles with lightning.*

:D that should make things more interesting.

*takes out a few more cops with cool sword tricks.*

*she is surprised by his gesture*
Please, Neut, you shouldn't call me that. I am only her Voice...
*she touches her pistol, frowning*
I don't... I thought I did very well. I was trained as a High Priestess and as such i am versed in mediation techniques... I imagine I just... have natural talent...

What was the first lesson I taught you, Goddess?

I see...

*the winds start howling, and lightning is incessant as the tornado sucks up thousands of enemies at a time, frequently splitting them into multiple parts*

*shoots at more soviets. blood and gore is all over the place*

ooc: yay for blood and gore! :sniper:

*focusing intently on the tornado, her eyes become a luminescent blue. her white hair flies in every direction as black fire explodes from inside the tornado, and the whirlwind crackles with lightning.*

:D that should make things more interesting.

*takes out a few more cops with cool sword tricks.*
OOC: It's too bad there isn't a video game like this :D

Guys, could you please knock off the klingon RP? It's a little ridiculous, and doesnt really fit into any other part of the PC storyline.

OOC: It's too bad there isn't a video game like this :D

ooc: omg that'd be freaking awesome. I can see it now... "invent your own death and destruction!" *dreams of cool game*

*Feels strangely invisible.*

Thanks all the same, Ju. But I'll just be moving on...

*Gathers up his weapons and heads for the door.*See ya Saint.


ooc: And Neut... let em have fun..

Guys, could you please knock off the klingon RP? It's a little ridiculous, and doesnt really fit into any other part of the PC storyline.

okay... sorry. :(

*the devasted landscape disappears, and Gene and Noire appear back at the bar.*

Guys, could you please knock off the klingon RP? It's a little ridiculous, and doesnt really fit into any other part of the PC storyline.
OOC: Aww. :(

@Blackdespondency
There's another thread called "ns royalty rejects", where we can do more stuff, and not divert attention from other RP's.

hey, come join us and help us fight these people! it's loads of fun, I promise! :D
I'm sure it is.

*straps his longbow on his back and sheaths his sword*

Have your fun. It's too bad it didn't work out here for me.

*eyes BlackD longingly as he walks away...*

ooc: omg that'd be freaking awesome. I can see it now... "invent your own death and destruction!" *dreams of cool game*
OOC: every video gamer's dream game! :D

OOC: Aww. :(

@Blackdespondency
There's another thread called "ns royalty rejects", where we can do more stuff, and not divert attention from other RP's.

ooc: sweet! I have to go there sometime. but right now I'm really sleepy... :( -_-zzzzzzz so I think I'm going to go to bed in a few minutes.

ic: *materializes a vodka for herself and a gallon of chocolate milk for Gene*

I'm going to have me a drink before I go back to bed.

What was the first lesson I taught you, Goddess?

*her eyes grow troubled when she hears him calling her Goddess. Again.*
You wanted me to take my pistol apart to better understand each part, to better realize its potential...
*she frowns*

ooc: sweet! I have to go there sometime. but right now I'm really sleepy... :( -_-zzzzzzz so I think I'm going to go to bed in a few minutes.

ic: *materializes a vodka for herself and a gallon of chocolate milk for Gene*

I'm going to have me a drink before I go back to bed.
OOC: Alrighty. Here's the link if you want http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=8687446#post8687446

IC: alrighty. *grabs the gallon*

I'm sure it is.

*straps his longbow on his back and sheaths his sword*

Have your fun. It's too bad it didn't work out here for me.

*eyes BlackD longingly as he walks away...*

don't leave just yet, we're having us a drink... :D

I'm sure it is.

*straps his longbow on his back and sheaths his sword*

Have your fun. It's too bad it didn't work out here for me.

*eyes BlackD longingly as he walks away...*OOC: Come back at another time... there are others who come here regularly... Amazing... didn't bat an eye at the large Alien sitting at the bar...

*downs vodka*

well, that was fun while it lasted. I blame my insanity upon the water I drank... the buck doesn't stop here. :D everything's been pretty hardcore serious lately, with the end of the world coming and all.

*downs vodka*

well, that was fun while it lasted. I blame my insanity upon the water I drank... the buck doesn't stop here. :D everything's been pretty hardcore serious lately, with the end of the world coming and all.
*sigh*

Yeah, it has.

*chugs*

*her eyes grow troubled when she hears him calling her Goddess. Again.*
You wanted to take my pistol apart to better understand each part, to better realize its potential...
*she frowns*

You are like that pistol. You hold greater power than you think, Goddess. You must know yourself to fully realize your potential...

*downs vodka*

well, that was fun while it lasted. I blame my insanity upon the water I drank... the buck doesn't stop here. :D everything's been pretty hardcore serious lately, with the end of the world coming and all.OOC: A bit of fun every now and then doesn't hurt.

especailly if it doesn't affect the other RP's.

anyway, I'm off...

*the effect the water had on her (ooc: being drunk lol.) starts to wear off, partly due to the vodka. she yawns and stretches, slides off the bar stool.*

see ya later, Gene...

*she waves*

and Saint, nice to meet you. good night, everyone.

don't leave just yet, we're having us a drink... :D
Well...maybe just one...

Have you any good gin?

OOC: A bit of fun every now and then doesn't hurt.

especailly if it doesn't affect the other RP's.

ooc: thanks, Nekone. :D g'nite.

ooc: thanks, Nekone. :D g'nite.OOC: Night Noire!

Well...maybe just one...

Have you any good gin?

*black fire crackles around her hand again, and a gin appears. she hands it to Saint.*

here ya go.. drink up! it's good.