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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Mmmmm....

BBQ Banana Snowflakes!

They should sell that at Wal-Mart!

Posted on 2010-02-16 at 14:24:34.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Clock Tower
Subject: An unexpected shadow

“Oh, and sir,” the desk-clerk (conductor?) called…

Bas’ slow stalking of the hallway paused at the sound of the woman’s voice and his wolfen eyes ticked back to where she and many of his Gods-chosen ‘pack’ still stood…

“…If you want to visit the seer, he's taken to leaving his door unlocked. It's impossible to miss; the door is velveteen blue, unlike the royal blue of most other doors, with a strange pattern on it. Although, I should tell you that most people find he leaves you with more questions than answers.”

…his lips split into something caught between smile and snarl before he offered the woman a curt nod. “Been my experience,” he rumbled, his gaze lingering on the desk-clerk for a second before skimming over the others, “that that’s usually the way it works…”

Eve had already left the group; Bas could hear the muffled thudding of her boots on the stairs as the woman with the blood-colored hair made her way up that twisting flight in search of some perceived sanctuary... findin’ a hidey hole where she can lick her wounds and figure her way “out.”

Kenneth… Mr. Gods-damned-clickity-clack-pants-pissin-rabbit… lingered a moment longer than Eve had – his nervous gaze flitting around the Inn’s interior before, during, and after peppering the desk-clerk with more questions about police and crap… as if the emptiness of the town hadn’t already given away that there ain’t none left…¬ – but it wasn’t much longer. With a huff and a bit of a frenetic expression etched on his face, he disappeared from the reception area and up the stairs, as well, after a moment.

The married couple still tarried near the reception desk, though; the husband hovering warily behind his wheelchair-bound wife… Did someone say the woman’s name was Carrie?… who, Bas couldn’t help but notice, seemed to be staring both at and through him, her finger tapping almost thoughtfully on the arm of her chair. The Indian’s eyes narrowed a bit, his head canting curiously to one side as he tried to read the woman’s expression, and then, as he thought he might have an idea of what was running through Carrie’s head, he grinned that feral grin of his… “Ya go lookin’ for answers and get more questions for your trouble,” Bas said quietly, his gaze finally drifting away from the contemplative woman and her husband and falling on the tiny girl who had designated herself as his shadow, “but the questions are the answers, ain’t they?”

“Shall we go see?” Guinevere chirped almost anxiously, indicating the ‘seer’s door’ with an involuntary flick on her eyes, as Bas’ lupine gaze fixed on her.

He took a moment to study this little girl with the huge spirit… his eyes ticking away from where hers blinked out amidst a frame of wisps of her pale hair and heavy fabric of her hoody and fixing for a moment on the rabbit embroidered on the front of that garment… There’s always answers in the questions, he mused, Wonder what the answer to this one is…

“Yeah,” he chuffed, his eyes snapping back to Guin’s for an instant and then setting, once more, on the strangely patterned door, “Let’s get us a look, little spirit…” Bas stalked towards the door, his senses keen to the environment as he went – eyes scanning, nose sniffing at the air, body feeling and instinctively reacting to the slightest change in air pressure made by the movement of other people…or things – there was something curiously indefinable about the spoor that emanated from behind that velveteen door. It wasn’t a scent he could recall from any other time or place. It wasn’t exactly human and it wasn’t entirely supernatural, either… and it made Bas curious and tentative at the same time…

He didn’t like it… could feel that the Moon Gods didn’t like it, either, as the urge to change ripple through him as he reached for the door, traced a finger along one of the odd designs on the face of the thing, and then, shoved the door open.

Posted on 2010-02-16 at 14:07:48.
Edited on 2010-02-16 at 14:38:45 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Might I say...

... hooray for updates!

Posted on 2010-02-13 at 02:22:57.

Topic: Returning from the Mysts
Subject: *snerk*

That was so funny I made a fresh pot of coffee and took a drink just so I could really enjoy hot java shooting through my sinuses as I erupted into uncontrolled laughter!

I luv you guys!!!

Posted on 2010-02-13 at 01:46:12.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Gorram, Cap...

...I din't figger ya was ever gonna say nuthin'. I ain't been doin' mi tian gohn but fiddlin' wit' m'self an' waitin' fer ya ta say th' word, get me?

Posted on 2010-02-11 at 23:42:01.

Topic: Hello Fellow Rdiers
Subject: LOL

You're not unofficially official until you've been properly pounced and facelicked, I'm afraid. Besides, your first facelick comes with a free +1 to your good karma.

DB has been bestowed the coveted facelick squeegee... he'll fix ya right up, I'm sure...

Posted on 2010-02-11 at 18:47:25.

Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: 'Now you own me, all I am'

There was nothing in the world for Nyx, in this moment, except for Cay. As they cut an urgent path from the abandoned building, through Drasnia’s streets, and to the more affluent neighborhood where the Blue Dove Inn could be found, Nyx could recall seeing, hearing, or feeling nothing but her. He couldn’t recall the details of procuring the room beyond the face of the Innkeeper and the exchange of coin… and, even now, as they stood in that room, Nyx was oblivious to its finery other than being aware that it was a much more suitable place…as opulent as the décor and appointments of the suite may have been, all of it was eclipsed by the tortured beauty of the woman in the ill-fitting sack-dress, tattered-stockings, and too-large boots who stood less than a breath away.

She filled his vision, reducing all that surrounded her to an inconsequential haze, standing out against the background of the room as the stars stood out against the ink-black of the night sky. She dominated his hearing, the sound of her breath and her heartbeat drowning out the din of the awakening city beyond the window. She was in the very air he breathed; he found her rainwater scent over that of the perfumed water and wood oil and flowers that belonged to the room and it filled him; the breaths that she exhaled into the space between them caressed the currents that swirled in the place and he felt her all around him… her fingers in his hair and on his neck and his back and at his lips… her body, free of the rough burlap and heavy leather of her clothing, wrapping around and melting into his…

A smile danced on his lips and in his eyes as he watched her face move in the shadows cast by the brim of her hat… There was adoration and longing in Nyx’s smile as he devoured her with his senses… love and lust and all that came with them both. That wasn’t all of it, though, the mith’ganni realized as he watched Cay’s lower lip disappear into her own mouth and the expression on her face shift in a way that it seemed to echo the thoughts in his own mind…

For all of your urgency to get here, Nyx, his mind’s voice chuckled in amusement, for as long as you have waited for this moment, now that it is yours you are just going to stand here and look at her?

How can I not,
he answered in a slow blink of his shining eyes, Look at her. If nothing more ever comes of this, I have this moment and… I want to remember it… every second of it… He felt his tongue glide over his lips as he watched her chew on hers… felt his fingertips tingle in anticipation of touching her and his stomach tighten in anticipation of feeling her against him again… and I fear that if I touch her this will all disappear and I will find that I have awoken too soon from my dream.

…along with the affection and ache that painted his features were intermingled disbelief and doubt – not of his feeling for her but, rather, the reality of the moment – that added a somewhat sheepish tint to that smile…

This is no dream, a softer voice in his mind assured him when Cay, at last, drifted slowly toward him, arms reaching… her fingers trembled as they closed on the clasp of his cloak… that trembling rippled through his own body as his own fingers closed over hers and shuddered on the breath that he drew in when she didn’t vanish at his touch… his other hand found the rough burlap at her hip, pressed firmly into the flesh that hid beneath, fingers clutching hungrily as they sought to pull her closer and, then, as his cloak fell away into a shadowy pool at their feet, going feather-light as they followed the graceful curves of her body upward… sliding over her waist, fluttering along her ribcage, brushing delicately over the swell of her breast, and tracing the arc of her neck… before it released her only long enough to take the beaten leather hat from her head and toss it away, careless of where it landed...

“Nyx… my Nyx…” Her voice washed over him, caressing his very soul with her words, as both of his hands moved to cup her face between them and he opened his eyes to look into hers. “…I’ve never done this before…” A pale thumb gingerly traced her lips as he let the fires in those amber eyes burn away any of the doubt and disbelief that may have survived her initial touch, and fingers brushed an errant lock of mahogany hair from her cheek…

“Nor have I, melamin,” he whispered, his lips brushing hers now, his fingers trickling back down along her neck to deftly unfasten her cloak and nudge it away, “not… like this.”

“… I want to though,” she breathed as his lips whispered over her cheek and rained promising kisses along path his fingertips had just traced, “…I want to savor that love you’ve promised… let me savor it… let me savor you…”

Nyx’s nimble fingers had worked their way back down the dress that yet hid Cay’s true form from him, deftly unfastening the buttons and belt that kept the garment in place before slithering over her hips and lower, along her thighs, to catch up the fabric at the tattered hem of her skirt. The shower of kisses pattered along her collarbone, across the hollow of her throat, and traced a path ascending this side of her neck that mirrored those which had descended the other… his lips found the lobe of her ear, took it between them for a moment, then traced that curve, too, tenderly but hungrily kissing the scar from where a delicate point had once issued. As his kisses climbed, so too did his hands, once again, with the hem of her dress still caught up in them… “You will,” he whispered, his lips flitting across her cheek in search of her mouth again, “We will… Now and always…” He kissed her, then, with a soft passion, still guiding her dress upwards, and broke away for only an instant when he felt her hands leave him, her arms reaching skyward, and, in that instant the dress was gone…

His hands and mouth fell back to her again before the discarded frock could even touch the floor and, how it was managed even Nyx would never be sure but, as his arms curled around her to cradle and lift her to him, Cay was swept up and out of her too-large boots… “Amin mela lle, Cayrimsa Etellenya,” he purred between kisses as he carried her toward the bed, “and I am going to love you like you have never imagined possible…”

Posted on 2010-02-11 at 18:20:34.
Edited on 2010-02-11 at 18:44:08 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Hello Fellow Rdiers
Subject: Thanks, Meri-luv!

I do try...

Posted on 2010-02-11 at 14:34:57.

Topic: Returning from the Mysts
Subject: *tappity-tap-tap-tappity-tappity-tap*



*facelickity-tap-tap-tap* Welcome back, your bullywogiliciousness! Howsabout a Cap'n and Coke for good ol'Uncle Run with Scissors?

And what's this about never having facelicked Kaelyn? How could I have ever missed that?

*Springs from Ion's chest and ka-firmly ka-pounces ka-Kaelyn*

Hey there, buddy-bear! *Superty Slobberty Faaaaaaaaaaaceliiiiiiiiiick*

Posted on 2010-02-11 at 14:24:34.

Topic: Hello Fellow Rdiers
Subject: Already spoke to you via PM...

...but you have yet to get one of these!

Edit: Also, DB, you do too have a groovy title... I'm looking at it right now.

Posted on 2010-02-11 at 14:18:00.
Edited on 2010-02-11 at 14:34:12 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Fiddlesticks!


Posted on 2010-02-10 at 16:02:54.

Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: I sleep all night and I work all day

amounts of flatulence

Posted on 2010-02-10 at 15:50:46.

Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: It spits out...

...a Sheldon.

I feed it... nothing... it's been a bad DVM and pottied on the carpet!

Posted on 2010-02-10 at 15:47:04.

Topic: The Game
Subject: That's right...

...I lost on purpose just cuz I knew it'd make Meri look!

Posted on 2010-02-10 at 15:43:08.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: *griiiiiiin*


Posted on 2010-02-10 at 15:42:16.

Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Stealthy


Posted on 2010-02-10 at 15:41:25.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Ever notice...

that lol is spelled backwards?

Posted on 2010-02-10 at 15:36:57.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: I'll break it before the pic can be taken.

^ Photo-realistic

< Photo-sensitive (apparently... Durn paparazzi!)

V Photo-synthetic

Posted on 2010-02-10 at 15:36:02.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Ditto...

...I'm hoping to have a post for Alex by this weekend, myself.

Recently caught up on (re-read) the tale so far and all that... And am stirring the soup in regards to a post for our soused PI... Need to get a post done for Trilogy before Tann has a kitten, too... and of course Fates of Fortune is going gang-busters... Have something soon....

Posted on 2010-02-10 at 14:36:11.

Topic: The Game
Subject: Gah!

I did it again!!!!

Posted on 2010-02-09 at 19:31:12.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Mmmm... butterscotch!!!!

^ 13.88% wicked

< 2 parts Captain, 1 part cola

V Split down the middle

Posted on 2010-02-09 at 19:25:07.

Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: My Mistress... My Lady

“Amin sana lle corm ar’kama cormamin,” Cay whispered, her hand clasped tightly around his, “Ar’amin ondea lle corm ar’kama corm’lle.”

“My heart has always been yours,” Nyx managed to breathe in reply just before she lifted herself on her toes to kiss him again. The rest of his words were lost as her lips met his but the sentiment continued to be expressed in his touch as he pulled her to him once more, reveling in the heat and lightning that flashed at her answer and the feel of her against him.

That taste of her lips, Nyx thought, was too fleeting for the feelings that had just surged through him and his tongue danced hungrily over his lips to capture every last mote of that sweetness when she pulled away. A soft yet hungry smile formed in the wake of the longing sigh that shuddered past Nyx’s lips and his eyes opened to find hers looking up into them. The words she spoke next, he was sure by the way Cay had tried to cool her gaze when she spoke them, were intended to be something of an ominous threat…

“But I swear, Nyx Shyndyn… if you go back on anything you have just said, if you ever hurt me…”

Never, moon-yellow orbs promised as they danced between her lips and her eyes…
“…you know full well what I am capable of. I will make sure that every moment of your long elven life will be nothing but torture…”

The torture would be that life without you, his eyes and smile and fingertips chorused as they feathered lightly but longingly over her…

“…I will think up new ways to make sure you regret it constantly,” Cay promised, though the trembling of her breath and body alike belied the fact that she knew her warnings were unnecessary, “May the Gods help me.”

“The Gods be damned,” Nyx purred, lifting her against him as her mouth sought out his again, “I will help you…”

For a long moment the he was lost in the all consuming flames of passion… his hands kneading her writhing body as they clutched her wantonly against him, devouring her with a hunger that was matched if not exceeded in the meeting of their lips and the yearning growls that rumbled in his chest as she both stole and gave him breath… and, in the instant before she again broke their kiss, Nyx could very well have been pressed to tear away the burlap sack-dress that now hatefully kept his fingers from her flesh and devour her completely… Not here, he managed to remind himself as she pulled away from him to let their shared breath explode into the heated air with a gasp, she deserves better than this…hovel…

The assassin trembled a bit, himself, as Cay’s head came to rest on his chest again and he forced himself to draw in a breath to replace the one that had just been lost between them. His chest heaved and his arms wrapped around her all the more to keep her close, his head bowing and nuzzling his face, once more, into her hair as he let that breath go and took in another…

“As for the Hellkites,” the witch murmured into his chest as she clung to him, “I want them to know. I want Dmitrova to know that it is you who kills him, the elf whom he severely underestimated. I want him to know why… to know that it is our...”

…His embrace grew tighter still in the short pause in her request and he nodded faintly… reassuringly… before he kissed her head and she finally said the word…

“…love that has ended him.”

“He will know, elen en cormamin,” he promised, “he will see it written in the blood of his followers and friends as they are taken from him… he will feel it as the strands of the web he has woven over this place are snapped and his pocket empire crumbles around him… and he will know his end when he is on his knees at my feet and sees you take his chair…”

Nyx felt Cayrimsa’s smile even before she turned her face toward his … felt it in the shift of her cheek against his chest and in the tingling, electric tremor that surged through her body at the thought of his promises come true… her amber eyes sparkled like stars when they met his; her delight, not just at the thoughts of taking that pleasure at Dmitrova’s expense but, also, at the thoughts of sharing that pleasure with him shimmering even brighter that the raging fires that were ever present in those cinnamon pools. One hand found her face again… fingertips feathering over her lips, across her cheek, and into her hair behind the scar-topped curve of her ear to cradle her head in his hand as his eyes absorbed her face… and he returned the smile before his lips fell towards hers again.

He felt her wrap around him – her hands roaming and clutching at his back and shoulders, her leg curling around his hip and thigh – as he lifted her in his arms, and felt the breath stolen from his lungs as her lips moved against his and she whispered; “I love you.”

“Amin vithel mela lle,” he whispered back on that same breath, their lips so close that those soft words were a kiss in themselves, “and for that love, I will give you the Hellkites, Dmitrova’s head, and more…”

The purr that had been rumbling in his chest swelled to an anxious, needful, and almost impatient growl as he held her hungrily to him and punctuated his words with a kiss that echoed the urgency of the growl…

“But...” he broke the kiss for a breathless instant as he lifted her higher, and took a step forward, his lips still on hers as he held her aloft between himself and the wall, “ …right now, Cay...” He kissed her again, unable to resist the temptation, forced himself to stop so that he might finish his thought, “…I cannot think of Dmitrova...” another punctuating kiss “…or Aelion or any of the rest of it... All I can think about is you... making love to you...”

He growled then, his hands moving over her with a furious want as he kissed her with a passion that had all but boiled over… “Not here, though,” he said on quickened breath as he again forced his lips from hers and, against the shuddering protests of his muscles, returned her to her feet and pulled her away from the wall, “You deserve much more than this…”

A bit shakily, the mith’ganni backed away, his yellow eyes blazing as they tore away from hers for just long enough to find her hat where it had fallen. He snatched the thing up, handed it to her, and took her hand in what seemed to be one hurried, yet fluid movement…

“…but until we find that silken bedroom in the manor that you deserve,” he purred, leading her toward the door, “I know of an inn not far from here…”

Posted on 2010-02-09 at 19:06:44.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Don't eat the yellow snow

^ Wished someone would have told him that rule sooner

< Won't go into the correlation between yellow snow and survival of the Zombie Apocolypse

V Is 34.547% likely to veer the topic away from Zombies

Posted on 2010-02-09 at 18:18:12.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: The Spanish Inquisition...

...from the same people that brought you the Spanish Omlette and the Spanish Fly...

Hey! Might I inquire: is that a fly in my omlette?

Posted on 2010-02-09 at 18:11:21.

Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: platypus... refrigerator... eleventy-sixteenth...


Posted on 2010-02-09 at 18:09:08.


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