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Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

Yes looked at the plates hungrily. "Can I have one?"

Bat handed her the second one and started on his. 

Posted
9 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

SHE'S STILL ASLEEP AHHHHHHHHH-

*sigh*

sorry I just did this with Haly. It's really funny actually I swear I'm not actually mad :D

She was asleep.

Yes, however, was awake.

YOU'RE NOT STUPID

rah

She nodded.

TOO LATE AHAHAHA

Cricket sighed, setting the plate down next to the sleeping Tam, then sat in the corner, digging into his pancakes, hungrily.

Posted
6 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She accepted it gratefully and, as soon as Bat wasn't looking, ate all of the pancakes before he could look back.

Bat ate his food quickly, so she hopefully wouldn’t steal it. 

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

Cricket sighed, setting the plate down next to the sleeping Tam, then sat in the corner, digging into his pancakes, hungrily.

Bat watched her. She was probably just sleeping in, but his medic brain couldn’t help worrying. 

Posted
1 minute ago, WhiteHairedDrifter said:

Once in the wagon, Leopold looks around at the assorted knick knacks and curiosities. "Odd place this... Seems vaguely familiar though. Were did you people say you were from?"

“They’re from Yeongonold,” Lady Bug replied when the group proved unwilling. “They’re merchants.”

Posted (edited)
4 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

“They’re from Yeongonold,” Lady Bug replied when the group proved unwilling. “They’re merchants.”

"Yeongonold... Why does that ring a bell..." His eyes light up in realization and he flings himself backwards away from the spinning machines. "Umm... None of that happens to be explosive when overcharged, does it?"

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Posted
Just now, Halcyon The Only said:

Bat ate his food quickly, so she hopefully wouldn’t steal it. 

Bat watched her. She was probably just sleeping in, but his medic brain couldn’t help worrying. 

"She's fine." he said, eyes closed. "She's exhausted."

Posted
13 minutes ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

Cricket sighed, setting the plate down next to the sleeping Tam, then sat in the corner, digging into his pancakes, hungrily.

10 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

Bat ate his food quickly, so she hopefully wouldn’t steal it. 

Bat watched her. She was probably just sleeping in, but his medic brain couldn’t help worrying. 

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"She's fine." he said, eyes closed. "She's exhausted."

Indeed she was.

Posted
3 minutes ago, WhiteHairedDrifter said:

"Yeongonold... Why does that ring a bell..." His eyes light up in realization and he flings himself backwards away from the spinning machines. "Umm... None of that happens to be explosive when overcharged, does it?"

“A decent amount of it,” said one of the workers. 

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"She's fine." he said, eyes closed. "She's exhausted."

Bat jumped. “You can read my mind too??” 

He should probably reapply his tattoos anyway. He hesitated, since Tam wouldn’t be able to heal him… but his tattoos hadn’t really been working anyway. Might as well experiment. 

He pulled the tattoo needle and the ink from his bag. 

Posted
1 minute ago, Halcyon The Only said:

“A decent amount of it,” said one of the workers. 

Bat jumped. “You can read my mind too??” 

He should probably reapply his tattoos anyway. He hesitated, since Tam wouldn’t be able to heal him… but his tattoos hadn’t really been working anyway. Might as well experiment. 

He pulled the tattoo needle and the ink from his bag. 

"Oh dear... Just... Keep it over there. The last time I came in contact with Yoengononaldian technology, well, that was the worst I've ever been exploded. And with my track record, that's saying a lot!."

Posted
3 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

“A decent amount of it,” said one of the workers. 

Bat jumped. “You can read my mind too??” 

He should probably reapply his tattoos anyway. He hesitated, since Tam wouldn’t be able to heal him… but his tattoos hadn’t really been working anyway. Might as well experiment. 

He pulled the tattoo needle and the ink from his bag. 

"No. I just saw your expression. The way you looked at her."

Posted
3 minutes ago, WhiteHairedDrifter said:

"Oh dear... Just... Keep it over there. The last time I came in contact with Yoengononaldian technology, well, that was the worst I've ever been exploded. And with my track record, that's saying a lot!."

They all narrowed their eyes at him. 

3 minutes ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"No. I just saw your expression. The way you looked at her."

Bat nodded, relieved. He pulled up his sleeve and began to retattoo his shoulder. 

Posted
Just now, Halcyon The Only said:

They all narrowed their eyes at him. 

Bat nodded, relieved. He pulled up his sleeve and began to retattoo his shoulder. 

"It wasn't my fault! Well, I mean, I did cause it, but it was unintentional!." He facepalmed. "Oh, of course! None of this makes sense unless you know my ability!"

Posted
3 minutes ago, WhiteHairedDrifter said:

"It wasn't my fault! Well, I mean, I did cause it, but it was unintentional!." He facepalmed. "Oh, of course! None of this makes sense unless you know my ability!"

"Then enlighten us," the caravan woman invited, folding her arms. 

Posted (edited)
2 hours ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus’s eyes widen. “Interesting… who is the current bearer? Why would they wish to destroy all?” 
Yeah. Narrators and Ennullers have cores of their respective fundamental metals. If I dissected a withergeist (or a Narrator or Ennuller, honestly) could I extract that core? 

"There is no current bearer. The mantle of the Witherlord has been banished."

Most withergeists are non-corporeal, made entirely of chaotic-dark energy. Mordite in gaseous form, essentially.

2 hours ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

He nodded, moving to the door and walked out.

"No, I'm serious! Everything hurts, though, cause I was poisoned."

And you haven't been able to Ennul the poison?

1 hour ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Yes yawned and sat up as Cricket left, rubbing her eyes.

She got up and walked over to Bat, then sat down again.

"Hi."

@Halcyon The Only

There was a knock at the door.

Edited by xinoehp512
Posted
4 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"There is no current bearer. The mantle of the Witherlord has been banished."

Most withergeists are non-corporeal, made entirely of chaotic-dark energy. Mordite in gaseous form, essentially.

And you haven't been able to Ennuller the poison?

There was a knock at the door.

Bat set down his needle and ink and went to open it. "Hello?" 

Posted (edited)
17 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

"Then enlighten us," the caravan woman invited, folding her arms. 

"I thought it was merely a vanity ability. Many people in my family were born with strange, but relatively useless magic powers. I can make my skin glow. Used subtly, it does wonders for my complexion." He hesitates. "And... It could also be useful in the survival situation, I suppose. Anyway, a while back, I discovered that it isn't just light. It's some kind of energy that automatically converts, when it hits an object, into whatever type of energy the object uses. It... Turns out that the conversion ratio between, (let us call it Cerulium,) and ciol is a bit... Drastic..."

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Posted
3 minutes ago, WhiteHairedDrifter said:

"I thought it was merely a vanity ability. Many people in my family were born with strange, but relatively useless magic powers. I can make my skin glow. Used subtly, it does wonders for my complexion." He hesitates. "And... It could also be useful in the survival situation, I suppose. Anyway, a while back, I discovered that it isn't just light. It's some kind of energy that automatically converts, when it hits an object, into whatever type of energy the object uses. It... Turns out that the conversion ratio between, (let us call it Cerulium,) and ciol is a bit... Drastic..."

The woman scowled. "Get off my wagon, then!" 

Posted
Just now, Halcyon The Only said:

The woman scowled. "Get off my wagon, then!" 

"Hold on! You can't just." I pause. "Actually, I suppose after telling you that, I shouldn't be surprised, but come on! Have a little heart! Being a human flashlight isn't going to help me get out of the desert!"

Posted
Just now, WhiteHairedDrifter said:

"Hold on! You can't just." I pause. "Actually, I suppose after telling you that, I shouldn't be surprised, but come on! Have a little heart! Being a human flashlight isn't going to help me get out of the desert!"

She scowled deeper. "Standard fare across the desert is 5 ryns." 

Pronounced Runes if anyone cares :P

"Rude," Lady Bug muttered. "Whatever happened to hospitality?" 

"He's a human bomb!" 

Posted
11 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

Bat set down his needle and ink and went to open it. "Hello?" 

"Greetings!" said the person at the door. "I am Bacon the Bard, traveling minstrel and storyteller. Do you have a minute or two to spare?"

Posted
16 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"There is no current bearer. The mantle of the Witherlord has been banished."

Most withergeists are non-corporeal, made entirely of chaotic-dark energy. Mordite in gaseous form, essentially.

Rebus nods. “Ah. And what effects would claiming it have?” 
If I have a seed piece of Morditite, do you think it can precipitate more if I touch withergeists with it? 

Posted
2 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

She scowled deeper. "Standard fare across the desert is 5 ryns." 

Pronounced Runes if anyone cares :P

"Rude," Lady Bug muttered. "Whatever happened to hospitality?" 

"He's a human bomb!" 

"Ah, no. Technically I'm more like the match that lights the bomb." He sighs. He digs around in his pockets for some spare ryns.

Posted
2 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Greetings!" said the person at the door. "I am Bacon the Bard, traveling minstrel and storyteller. Do you have a minute or two to spare?"

"BACON!" Bat beamed. "Absolutely! Come in!" 

1 minute ago, WhiteHairedDrifter said:

"Ah, no. Technically I'm more like the match that lights the bomb." He sighs. He digs around in his pockets for some spare ryns.

The caravan lady waited. 

Lady Bug narrated the amount into his pockets. 

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