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Brethren wrote:

Ok so does anybody know why lore-dumping in RP is incredible fun, but making factbooks on said lore is "nooo boring I don't wanna"?

MOOD

Euricanis wrote:

well everyone hates it but i'm almost completely sure i'm pretty much physically unable to do it in a normal amount of time

not really, i probably could, but i don't want to

Yea. Same.

Euricanis wrote:

no like i get winded from walking up half a flight of stairs or running 3 yards on a flat surface

Same.

Euricanis wrote:

1v1 me next week in the gratuitous ic fight, noob

I nat20’d beating the crap out of you and one shot an entire battle that was designed to be especially difficult. You don’t stand a chance.

I am back!!!

Brethren wrote:

While you're thoroughly unconscious, Smoke lights a small fire and tosses in some of the herbs you've given them. They don't have most of their tools, now, with their coat having been left draped over you -- but their pockets are still stuffed with worrisome devices and a lot of sample jars.

The next thing they see and feel is cold. Very, very, cold. Also someone placing the barrel of a gun into their back and telling them to remain motionless in a voice so deep the ground beneath Smoke rumbles in unison.

AuthRight Authoritarianism wrote:

Who are you?

We are having fun with each other like Euricanis said.

I have never seen that nation.

Have you?

I've seen their history, they're quite spammy on a region, better watch out for this guy.

AuthRight Authoritarianism wrote:

I have never seen that nation.

Have you?

do a little bit of digging: landed in tep after losing first nation, probably from forgetting a password or whatever, left, came back after not knowing how a region worked (very specific, it appears you need to fill out a form before rp'ing)

original nation is not on the banlist

AuthRight Authoritarianism wrote:

Here you go.

They're brought into a big, cozy living room with thick red rugs forming (at least) a triple layer on the floor; the extravagant coziness doesn't end with the rugs, as two separate fireplaces are going strong and blankets seem to have been placed on every conceivable surface. Aside from those fires, the room is lit mainly by row upon row of plain white candles (ranked like a little army on the tiered shelves that run around the room). One area of this room is devoted to comfy furniture around the fire; one wall is made purely of bookshelves, with its rows of tomes only being interrupted by one plain stairwell; and the rest of the room . . . well, it doesn't immediately appear to be for anything. It's a big empty space, aside from the incongruously normal-sized round dining table at the forefront of it.

This empty space, Snow quickly demonstrates, is the part of the room where she lies down and (probably) sleeps.
There's a group of much smaller people waiting there as well: three humans and four alcatus. The alcatus seem to be triplets attended by their mother, but the rest are clearly not each other's biological relations at all. Regardless, they all shift happily so that their backs rest against the dragon's side and her tail lies draped over their laps like a colossal safety belt.

Mr. Kahane, friends, may I introduce my family? -This is my mother Charity, my brother Apple, my daughter Alice, and of course my sister Rosa with her three children Aqua, Bella and Carnelian. Tell Rosa you're not going to be retaliating against people like her. This last part, in a dragon with even slightly less control, would be delivered alongside a loud smoke-scented growl.

Wersh wrote:

The next thing they see and feel is cold. Very, very, cold. Also someone placing the barrel of a gun into their back and telling them to remain motionless in a voice so deep the ground beneath Smoke rumbles in unison.

Smoke would flinch from this, but the gift of your bracelet has brought them back to their normal smarmy self. They laugh. "Hello to you too!"

Uhhhhhhhhhh