little wheel

ooga booga E5 Silas time @Sorana @I think I am here.

"I'll take the roasted chicken and single malt, good bartender, and a room for the night," Arkaitz said, slipping a bag of coins onto the counter and leaning back. @Elend Venture @Sherlock Holmes

yay woohoo for our mods! when I was looking through the Index today and noticed that everything was more organized, I was so excited! thank you!

"It seems that I'll have to take what you've got, as any alcohol is better than none." Arkaitz began to relax, setting his jacket on the back of his chair. "What sorts of food do you server at this fine establishment?

Arkaitz thought for a moment, and then asked the strapping young man, "What alcohols do you sell? Anything special imported from Earth?"

hmmm guys I have a question so for a psychotic serial killer character should I go amberite+bestarin or amberite+night? or all three? but that would take a lot of weaknesses

Arkaitz pulled up a chair and sat down at the bar. "I'll pay for a drink and a meal, good bartender," Arkaitz said in his musical accent, harsh yet smooth at the same time, "And perhaps for something to keep me entertained afterwards." @Elend Venture @Sherlock Holmes

it's okay! life is pretty hectic for all of us right now ( :

A man in nondescript clothing wearing a backpack stepped into an alley (not an Alley alley, just an alley alley). * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * A few minutes later, now without a backpack, Arkaitz Ducharme stepped out of the alley. His skin was the color of cold-poured concrete and his hair glistened like burnished silver. He wore simple spectacles, with brass rims and stained black lenses, though not dark enough to stop the lavender light from pouring out of his eyes. A laced silk shirt was next, embroidered with black thorns and vines around his collarbones, sheer enough to see his well-toned chest and abdomen beneath the shirt. Over that he wore a knit lavender suit jacket, and on his legs he wore white leggings, embroidered much like the shirt, traveling down the outer seam of the pants. A few inches below his knees, his leggings were tucked into black boots, with extended heels on the end for a few added inches of height and style. It doesn't seem to be working, Arkaitz thought, looking at the passerby, who, for the most part gave him an odd glare and stepped around him. Arkaitz realized what was happening, and with a slight flick of a mental switch, everything around him changed drastically. Or more accurately, everyone. To those who Arkaitz could not affect, their eyes would perceive thin, ethereal tentacle-like protrusions, mist flowing out of Arkaitz's eyes and into the chests of everyone who could see him. His power of attraction was now fully active, and whoever felt it could not help but focus on him. Cars stopped to watch him leisurely stroll down the street, with cars often utilizing other cars to stop. People walking on the sidewalk now didn't know whether they wanted to pull as close from him as they could or give him the bubble of space he deserved. Arkaitz would have preferred the latter, but he got a decent amount of the former as well. After a moment of consideration, he toned down the effects of his primary ability, because if he had this mob behind him, how could he get where he wanted to go? Besides, the constant car crashes were quite irritating. Arkaitz continued to walk down the sidewalk and then took a turn, right through the doors of the Bleeding Spike. @Sherlock Holmes

oh ik I just didn't want to tag voidus again ( :

i think that this got buried

I claim next Era's bar/pub/tavern/whatever as mine. fite me bro

revision time here you go @Voidus

wow two epic characters in a row @Voidus but I won't tag you because you were just tagged

“I possess many abilities, but the question is not what you I can do, but what I must do.” Caebdar shrugs and walks in a small circle. “Yes. Tell me what you need done.” @Sorana @Nathrangking

Tut'Kor'Anuumo shrugged. “I don’t exactly work with things like that. Again, if my other half were in my place, things would be different. I’ll see if we can switch spots.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Caebdar blinked, a conversation between him and Tut’Kor’Anuumo passing in less than a second. “I fear that I may be required to leave you for the moment, Barbados. However, I will leave my other half in my stead.” In a stomach twisting bend of reality, Tut’Kor’Anuumo and Caebdar’s places are swapped. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Caebdar stepped out of where Tut’Kor’Anuumo had previously stood. “Hello, young ones. It seems that there has been an exchange in persons.” @Darth Woodrack @Nathrangking @Sorana

Talas shrugged. “The manor, likely. And from there, at least for me, the Tea Garden.”

Talas stood, Nectar in his arms and holding the hands of Asa. “Well, now I just need my food and then we’re all set to leave.” @Arcc1002 @Sherlock Holmes

@Darth Woodrack

Caebdar and Tut'Kor'Anuumo closed their eyes in sync with each other. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They opened their eyes, their minds going to a flat, endless plain with reflective floor and ceiling. The sounds of smooth jazz, crackling electricity, and breaking rocks echoed in the distance. "How goes it? What have they decided?" "Nothing incredibly outrageous. Yet. However, I do believe that they may do something of the sort soon." "That is ill news. Do everything you can to stop them from taking this course of action." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The other group seems to be considering making some rash decisions." @Darth Woodrack @Ark1002 @Kidpen @kenod @Coda ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Why do we not at least work alongside Barbados' pantheon? We have no need to join them, but there is nothing preventing us from seeking help and providing help in return." @Nathrangking @Dr. Dapper @Sorana @Blessing of Potency @ZincAboutIt