Characters involved are: Bart (RED), Brin (ORANGE), Margie (GREEN), Ildon (BLUE), Sigurd (INDIGO), Miriam (VIOLET), Calif (PINK), Citan (),
Logged by Brin

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Yggdrasil, Main Entrance
This is the Main Enterance and exit to the Desert Ship Yggdrasil, a large sand cruiser run by what Aveh considers 'Pirates'. This is a small little room, compact and uninteresting in appearance, as there is little to see at all, spare a <ladder> to the outside world, and two doors. One, with the symbol of the Yggdrasil emblazoned upon it, leads to the <Bridge>. The other door appears to be a simple <elevator>.


Sigurd enters the Main Enterance.
Sigurd has arrived.
Citan enters the Main Enterance.
Citan has arrived.
Citan (OOC) gets lost...
Citan (OOC) waves. "Hello Brin."
Sigurd (OOC) laughs at Hyu.
Bart enters the Main Enterance.
Bart has arrived.
Brin (OOC) was los in the first place X)
Bart (OOC) says, "we're here ^_^"
Citan (OOC) gets dragged.
Sigurd (OOC) pokes Bart. "I'm the one who's supposed to drive this thing you know. ^_^;"
Bart (OOC) asks, "Well, we're here, right?"
Brin (OOC) nods.
Sigurd (OOC) wonders what they'r going to do with Citan and Khiea.....
Bart (OOC) says, "I think Khi and Citan more or less snuck on ICly."
Citan (OOC) asks, "Did we?"
Citan (OOC) says, "Does this mean we are not allowed out of our rooms without permission? Ah... bother."
Bart (OOC) says, "Well, that's up to you two. I think Khi said she was sneaking on."
Sigurd (OOC) says, "I doubt one in their state is capable of sneaking."
Citan (OOC) walks on, in a very dignified manner! Hahaha!
Citan (OOC) promptly falls over and requires a crutch. "...medic..."
Sigurd (OOC) threatens to pounce him.
Citan (OOC) damages himself.
Bart (OOC) asks, "Well, we also can't let two with free passage to the Fort stay there, right?"
Brin (OOC) says, "I guess I could unwittingly help him on."
Sigurd (OOC) shrugs. "Whoever's going IC to the cathedral, let's go."
Sigurd climbs up the ladder to the exterior hatch of the Yggdrasil.
Sigurd has left.
Bart (OOC) shrugs, "Guess i'm going to the Cathedral."
Bart climbs up the ladder to the exterior hatch of the Yggdrasil.
Bart has left.
Brin (OOC) hmmms, as he ICly downt know where the cathedral is.
Brin (OOC) shrugs.


You climb up the ladder to the exterior hatch of the Yggdrasil.
Nisan, Underground Yggdrasil Port
A massive, man-made underground tunnel leads into this metallic port. A huge sand-filled pit allows the Yggdrasil to easily pull into port. Mechanical arms and cables litter the room to pull the Yggdrasil out of the sand. A suspened catwalk leads <out>.
Contents:
The Sandcruiser, Yggdrasil



Nisan Cathedral, Main Room
This is the first room to the Cathedral, so broad and wide that one could feel quite tiny when dwelling within these walls. The room is strangely shadowed, lit only by faint torchlight and brief sunlight, silent spare the songs of the nuns and sisters of the Church. A single bright light stands in the center of the room, the impression of the huge and quite lovely stained glass window which stands towards the noon sun. An altar stands at the back of this room- led up to by a large flight of well kept, fine stone steps. Sphereical designs of features, and designs of the Nisan Cross, stand at either side of the altar. Two huge statues stand on either side of you, but from where you stand you can not see anything of them in full. A huge set of double doors serves as the <exit> to this Cathedral- and a single <doorway> leads off to the east, to more of the Cathdedral.
Contents:
Citan
Sigurd
Bart
A Small Hobgob
Ildon
Margie
Miriam


Margie (OOC) waves!
Ildon (OOC) waves to Brin
Ildon (OOC) says, "This is going to be humongous... let's not get spammy"
Brin (OOC) nods, and curse not even knowing how to get htere OOCly :)
Bart (OOC) asks, "It's been ages since I last saw you on, Miriam. How've you been?"
Sigurd (OOC) says, "Citan can have come with the rest of us I guess......"
Margie (OOC) starves to death. And decides to find a snack. AFK a sec.
Citan (OOC) has not had a chance to be here icly for some time... in the Cathedral, at least. "Miriam, have you been well? You too, Margie?"
Miriam (OOC) beams! "Hello Bart, hello Citan! It's been okay."
Margie (OOC) can't remember if she ever talked to Citan, ever. "Hello! I've been fine."
Citan (OOC) talked to Margie... somehow.
A Small Hobgob (OOC) hits Citan with a lifesteal attack
Clarth has connected.
Citan (OOC) falls over underneath one of the pews and dies.
Bart (OOC) patpats the HobGob on it's head, before taking 1 damage.
Miriam (OOC) says, "Hello Clarth. ^.^"
Ildon (OOC) falls over... this is very crowded
A Small Hobgob (OOC) gains 1 hp
Clarth (OOC) blinks, "You guys are still here?"
Bart (OOC) asks, "Still?"
Ildon (OOC) says, "Type "who" and see how many"
Citan (OOC) nods to Clarth.
Sigurd (OOC) says, "Ok, pose order, everyone ><"
Bart (OOC) nods.
Clarth (OOC) says, "Yeah still."
Citan (OOC) stops oocing, unless it is vital...
Ildon (OOC) says, "Miriam just went, i think"
Margie (OOC) asks, "How about.... It was Margie, Ildon, Miriam.. So just add people onto that?"
Ildon (OOC) says, "Yeah, sounds okay."
Clarth (OOC) says, "DOn't put me in yet."
Ildon (OOC) is going AFK for only a few minutes
Sigurd (OOC) asks, "Margie, Ildon, Miriam, me, Bart, Brin, Citan...?"
Margie (OOC) nods, "That's fine."
Miriam (OOC) noddles.
Brin (OOC) whatevers.
Sigurd (OOC) poses then.
Bart (OOC) nodnods.
Ildon (OOC) nods to the order
Sigurd (OOC) hesitates, and thinks otherwise since they apparently didn't take long enough in the Ygg. "How about one more round before we come in, for the passage of time's sake...."
Margie (OOC) says, "One round went by while you were gone. Almost 2."
Sigurd (OOC) shrugs and poses then.
Bart (OOC) will have to eat dinner in a couple minutes though ;_;
Bart (OOC) says, "Whenever my mom finishes cooking it."
Margie (OOC) feels this log is becomming ill-fated.
Bart (OOC) says, "Don't worry, I don't take long to eat ^_^"
Margie (OOC) nods!
Clarth (OOC) says, "Well hopefully there weren't anymore puns while I was gone."
Clarth (OOC) whacks Ildon with the Church Police.
Bart (OOC) exclaims, "The Martial Arts. They kick!"
Ildon (OOC) FINALLY gets that one
Well this was certainly.... amusing, perhaps. Sigurd left alone, and now returns with three very... different people in tow. A pirate, an Etone, and a Doctor who could barely walk correctly, whom Sigurd stayed carefully beside, for fear of the poor man toppling over. Ah well, the more the merrier, was it not? And at least Margie would have the reassurance to know that everyone was alright and none the worse for wear. "Margie, they just kind of followed me...." A poor attempt at humor, spoken sheepishly... My, the cathedral was certainly busy today. But at least, where there was life there was an absense of death.
Sigurd (OOC) says, "Ildon, care to suggest Shakhan come visiting -now-? *pokes at him*"
Ildon (OOC) exclaims, "Seriously? My Pleasure!"
Miriam (OOC) eeps!
Margie (OOC) says, "Um... No. ^_^;;;; Let's not."
Sigurd (OOC) sweatdrops. "Shakhan and 3 Fatimas in one room would -not- work."
Margie (OOC) exclaims, "Ah! Get it away!"
Sigurd (OOC) protects Margie >.<
Ildon (OOC) falls over laughing
Clarth (OOC) says, "Problem solved."
Brin (OOC) asks, "Um, are we skipping bart?"
Ildon (OOC) says, "That was quite the typing job... typed out six names and then "boo
Miriam (OOC) applauds Clarth. ^.^
Clarth (OOC) bows, and resumes watching Sigurd.
Sigurd (OOC) twitches and waits for Bart.
Clarth (OOC) Hava Nagilas.
Bart (OOC) says, "I'm not gonna enter yet, i'm about to eat dinner."
Bart (OOC) says, "I don' wanna hold up the RP ^_^"
Margie (OOC) kicks Bart! "You should have said that sooner!"
Sigurd (OOC) says, "Brin then -.-"
Bart (OOC) blinks at margie, and points up.
Brin (OOC) nods.
Bart (OOC) says, "I did."
Margie (OOC) asks, "...You said that you weren't going to pose this round?"
Brin removed.
Bart (OOC) thought he did. Distracted a bit.
Margie (OOC) neverminds, then.
Ildon (OOC) thought the same thing, don't worry about it.
The double-doors remain swung behind Sigurd, and an excited bundle of gawp enters the huge expanse, gazing upwards at the beautiful room, taking in the sights and sounds of this, the cathedral he'd heard so much about. His gaze rests for a while on the ornate roof, as he advances across the hall. "Beautiful...marvellous..." he intines lightly, almost Bumping into Sigurd as he steps into the room. He is distracted toward ground level, and takes in the faces around, most of them known to him, but some strange nontheless. Brin remains silent, still taking in the sheer beauty and vastness of this place.
Brin (OOC) thrashes his typing to within an inch of its life.
Ildon (OOC) didn't learn the source of the pose until near the end!
Brin (OOC) nods, and thwaps himself too. :)
The Cathedral? Yes. He does not like it... but he does. Does he? Confusion is but a soft wonder at this point, clinging to the Guardian's steps as he trails beside the rest of the group. Shepard him, for he is lost. But Citan is coherant enough to not -quite- require a guiding hand to his arm, nor watch over his steps to ensure that he does not fall into the lake. Call it, then, a meandering which adds the hint of one immersed in other truths to the man... a lack of worry despite the presence of Jasper upon the horizon. Call it the whisper in his eyes that comes from one already seeing a plan--or a dozen--and is only watching them unfold. Or sleepiness. That too. "Are you well, Mother?" he manages in a sussure of a whisper. "I apologize for the intrusion..."
Margie (OOC) had almost forgotten about Khiea's paranoid fear of the Cathedral. How creepy you are!
Citan (OOC) had not forgotten. Smiles.
Citan (OOC) puts a Nisan Cathedral in the Dream just so he can study its architecture.
Sigurd (OOC) just -sweatdrops-.
Citan (OOC) says, "Ah. I must use Margie's subconcious for that, if I wish all the proper details... *hums to himself and thinks*"
Margie (OOC) cowers and doesn't want her dreams messed with.
Miriam (OOC) suddenly thinks Citan is creepy. ^.^;;;
Margie (OOC) asks, "Whose pose is it now?"
Citan (OOC) says, "I believe it is yours, Margie"
Ildon reaches down to the small nameless hobgob who is cowering behind him, and soothes it with his hand. He looks over to the veritable deluge of people now in the Cathedral, lead by Sigurd. This comprises a large portion of the powers of his new allies, he thinks. He stays next to Margie and Miriam, not quite so bold as to step forward. He recognizes Brin, however, admiring the walls. He smiles, not bothering to get his friend's attention.
Citan (OOC) attaches a question mark carefully to that, adding, "Your dreams will not be messed with."
Ildon (OOC) OOOOOOOPS
Ildon (OOC) exclaims, "Ignore that one!"
Margie (OOC) asks, "Hm? I dunno.. Has Ildon posed since I posed last?"
Miriam (OOC) says, "We can just switch yours and Margie's for a round. ^.^;"
Ildon (OOC) was just starting his pose, didn't mean to do it
Margie (OOC) shrugs. ^_^
Ildon (OOC) smashes his connection
Sigurd (OOC) says, "More mass punt demons it seems."
"I've been as fine as can be expected, Miriam." And even with its tone but calm, how the words betray the back of Margie's words. Fine as expected? And just how high are her spirits supposed to be when the full of Nisan is unnerved, and a Fort has pointed its weapons towards them? Its enough to make her anything -but- fine. And still, still, how she keeps up that careful guise. What else can she do? And why does the answer 'Nothing' upset her so? "Well, that sounds-..." And before she can even comment to that random kindness of Miriam's, she turns her gaze to the entrance and the double doors, to watch that minor parade come forth. Goodness. The Cathedral has not had this many visitors for a long time.. Well, visitors who didn't come for the sheer sake of worship, that is. Such an assorted group at that. But she does smile- as if that is really much of a surprise, in all this act- and gives a light wave, "Oh, hello, all of you... Its no intrusion, really. Are you all well?"
Clarth (OOC) says, "ANd I have to go again. *poofs*"
Ildon reaches down to the small nameless hobgob who is cowering behind him, and soothes it with his hand. He looks over to the veritable deluge of people now in the Cathedral, lead by Sigurd. This comprises a large portion of the powers of his new allies, he thinks. He stays next to Margie and Miriam, not quite so bold as to step forward. He recognizes Brin, however, admiring the walls. He smiles, not bothering to get his friend's attention.
Ildon (OOC) asks, "NOW it was my pose, right?"
Ildon (OOC) sweatdrops
Margie (OOC) nods. ^_^
Miriam holds her knuckle to her chin, smiling brightly at Brin as he enters, along with the rest of the pirate group, and edges closer to Margie, out of a basic reassurance. The Cathedral and its people represent safety to her today, and she has been in and out of its chambers, enough, that she might be just as familiar to them back. Biting her lip, timidly, Miriam lets Margie take over the conversation. The new visitors gain the same, scattered look of innocence from her to them, and the same, little droop to her head, as if she expected Margie to turn and shoo her out now that there were /real/ people here.
Margie (OOC) has an odd urge to Aww at that pose. (X_x)
Miriam (OOC) beams! Timidly. ^.^;;;
For all his attempt at joking around, Sigurd does not linger near the group in general. Rather, he steps kind of off to the side, gazing up at the altar in silence, his arms folding, hiding his bare stomach from view. Occational glances were spared to the others, however, but he did not feel comfortable enough to impose on their conversations. He was but a watcher, keeping an eye on the remainder of the Fatima line, no more... .... No more.
Sigurd (OOC) kicks that pose and blames multitasking.
Bart (OOC) returns!
Ildon (OOC) welcomes Bart
Margie (OOC) exclaims, "Welcome back!"
Brin (OOC) says, "Jussin time for your pose, methinks :)"
Miriam (OOC) waves! ^.^
Miriam (OOC) nods!
Bart (OOC) nodnods, "Posing then."
Ildon (OOC) now it's MY turn to go AFK for awhile... i just may be back in time for my pose though
Bart opens the door to the cathedral, and walks in. He's quiet as he looks at the scenery in the cathedral. Upon sight of Sigurd and Margie and several others, he heads towards them. "Hey, guys!" he calls, rather rudely in a church. Didn't Bart ever read that you DON'T yell inside a holy place? Bart never was actively into the Nisan teachings too much...nor really the teachings any religion in particular. He reaches them and a smile is on his face as if the whole world was happy. It's a happy, confident smile. But he may be wearing it for a differen't reason today.
Margie (OOC) says, "Yes. For Bart was in the mushrooms again."
Citan (OOC) tries to decide what gender Bart is preferring today.
Bart (OOC) facepalms.
Margie (OOC) places a vote for 'It'. "Now taking bets! ^_^"
Miriam (OOC) places 5 G on It.
Bart (OOC) says, "Today, i'm female, due to my obviously female name of Bart, and yes, the mushrooms are great! ::twitchtwitch::"
Margie (OOC) cackles!
Citan (OOC) asks, "Ah... how are you then, Princess Barte?"
Sigurd (OOC) twitches.
Bart (OOC) says, "I'm really the princess of the ancient moon kingdom, and when I hold up this medal and say, "Bart Prism Power!"...."
Margie (OOC) (x_x)
Sigurd (OOC) says, "I think that's enough, Young Master....."
Margie (OOC) cowers away.. Slowly..
Bart (OOC) falls over, "They're coming to take me away, ha-ha..."
Sigurd (OOC) says, "And I'm happy I live in a split-level head."
Sigurd (OOC) says, "No wait, that's Fei. Nevermind..."
Citan (OOC) promptly leases out parts of people's heads to themselves.
Sigurd (OOC) ponks Citan.
Citan (OOC) falls over.
Margie (OOC) exclaims, "Ah! You killed him!"
Miriam (OOC) says, "O.o;;;"
Brin suddenly remembers his manners, and scans the faces in the room. As he notes Margie, he blinks. Perhaps...it would be best to greet our gracious host. With trodding gait, he progresses some steps toward Margie, and nodding, regards the holy mother. "Mother Marguerite. A pleasure to meet again..." he intones, again the impartial envoy, the observer. "I hope this day finds you well...", he continues, and a gentle bow surprises even him, as he steps back, regarding the others in the hall, nodding to Ildon as his gaze passes over him.
Sigurd (OOC) doodles. "Damn you, Hyuga, you had to pick the hardest thing in the world to draw." Erases the fairy wings for the 5th time.
Citan (OOC) says, "Ignore the rumors that I did so on purpose..."
Lucky for them... lucky for -him- that the Church provides so many benches. See? There is nothing to fear. Citan finds his rest upon a wooden pew near to Sigurd, and... at Bart's yell, rebounding and echoing through the vast hall, he flinches. Collapsing slowly by degrees onto the armrest, the Guardian rolls his head into his arms and waits for the ringing to die down. "Mrmfmrmm... mrmmrmMothermrmffijnn..." A pause. "NnffmmrrpeopleofNisanmfmre?" Delightful, how questioning sounds can be made so easily. Repeat and remix! "RmrffmrfBartemmf?...."
Brin (OOC) also AFKs till his next pose. Tea tea tea.
Ildon (OOC) is back
Sigurd (OOC) laughs at Hyu.
Margie (OOC) fears.
Margie (OOC) asks, "Is it.. My pose?"
Sigurd (OOC) says, "Yes."
Ildon (OOC) says, "Just in time, I see. Margie's pose? I could go have another meal. ~_^"
Sigurd (OOC) says, "Be nice, you."
Ildon (OOC) points to the halo above his head innocently
Miriam (OOC) takes it and plays ring toss!
Citan (OOC) wants a halo again... but for some reason, he is laughed at whenever he goes to requisition one...
Sigurd (OOC) has a halo, but it's only held in place by his horns.
Ildon (OOC) chuckles
Ildon (OOC) asks, "Is anyone logging this?"
Citan (OOC) is.
Brin (OOC) is here. Need you ask? :)
And how much stranger everything becomes suddenly. Well, if nothing else, at least Margie should be grateful that there is nothing terribly stressful to wonder of in this moment. No- Citan is apparently ill or something, but everyone else seems fine. Distracting, isn't it? Thankfully distracting. And she smiles to Brin, nodding lightly before responding, "How nice it is to see you again, Brin. Everything has been as well as expected, here. I hope things have gone well for...-" And how she is cut off, if just to flinch at Bart's yell across the Cathedral. Glancing up in something of a startle, such.. An expression does not last long. For.. Well, that's Bart for you. And how strange how she can go from calmly smiling to everyone to half-ways nagging at the one who just entered, "Bart! You should really know better than to yell, with the echo in here!" And not to mention any religious problems that arrise, or how it might come to irritate anyone at worship.. But let's not list those off. At least he managed to get back to Nisan alive, right?
Citan (OOC) suddenly realizes that this means all his ooc comments will appear on an open log... and hopes that no one doubts Citan's sanity -too- much.
Margie (OOC) poses poorly. And goes skipping off AFK To wonder at something.
Brin (OOC) muhahas and points. :) Of course, he will remove any OOC comments people want removed from his logs. If you...ask nicely anough...
Citan (OOC) smiles and does not mind.
Bart (OOC) asks, "Wow, I started a trend?"
Ildon notices that his small friend at his feet is calming down now, surprisingly considering Bart's vigorous hollar only moments ago. This means that she's likely to become energetic again. He takes this into note and lifts her carefully onto his shoulder. He looks over to Brin, who just acknowledged him. He waits until Margie is done before commencing his own greeting. "Brin, it's nice to see you again. I've now been officially accepted into the cause of Bart and his crew, as you may have learned. And recently, I picked up a new friend." He indicates with a movement of his head the Hobgob on his shoulder, that squeaks as if on cue. I hope that Brin doesn't get disgusted, too...
Margie (OOC) asks, "Citan had sanity -to- doubt?"
Citan (OOC) coughs politely.
Brin (OOC) meant in general. And refuses to remove comments relating to Citan's sanity . :)
Citan (OOC) curses.
Miriam cheers up again as the Hobgob is drawn back to the focus of attention, but keeps herself, politely, at Margie's side. Bart receives another bright beam, as Miriam begins to slowly unwind from her routine hesitation, and stop looking as if she expects those around her to start shaking fingers in disapproval. "Hello, sir, Brin," she says quietly, her voice contrasting to the healthy bellow of Bart, and the disciplining of Margie, "would you like a sandwich too?" She examines her paper bag again, counting the contents, and sounding happily surprised. "I think we have enough for everyone. Would everyone want to sit down and eat?"
A Small Hobgob jumps over and perches on Miriam's shoulder, cooing jently.
Brin (OOC) teaches the Hobgob to spell, and quickly tunrs into a very black pot.
A Small Hobgob (OOC) lerns kwickly how to spel
Bart (OOC) can't help but giggle at that.
A wince, and a reprimanding glance was shot Bart's direction. "Young Master, how many times much I tell you to keep your voice down?" Now, was he talking to an 18 year old, or an 8 year old? With Bart, one never knew. Shaking his head, Sigurd finally drew himself out of his self-imposed isolation to sit in the pew in front of Citan, sitting sideways in it and draping his arm over the back of it to create a cushion for his chin. He kept a quiet watch on his friend, offering reassurance in his presence rather than his words even as he kept an eye on his charge, a soft sigh gently escaping him, barely heard. Was is all that wonderful of an idea to bring the boy along? Yes, of course, it was fine. Margie needed to know he was ok, and here in Nisan it was far easier for Sigurd to keep an eye on both of them without too much fear of Gebler intervention. But then, that Solarian had been following him earlier, had he not? He could only hope their presense didn't do more harm than good.... And so silence was once more the only thing from the brooding First Mate, his fingers stirring restlessly on the soft white fabric of his own coat's shoulder, lifting his head just enough to tuck his chin down, the lower half of his face now hidden in the crook of his arm, too-blue eye lidding with that reserved patience of his.
Ildon (OOC) applauds that pose
Sigurd (OOC) sweatdrops.
Miriam (OOC) claps!
Bart (OOC) asks, "Calif wants to follow us here and join in. Mind?"
Miriam (OOC) doesn't mind.
Margie (OOC) exclaims, "Sure, let's have the world in here. So it can such all that much more when I have to go!"
Margie (OOC) exclaims, "Anyway. ^_^ Sure!"
Bart (OOC) giggles ^_^
Sigurd (OOC) says, "As long as he doesn't start being an ass..... But then, this is Calif we're talking about na? ^_^ Sure, I duncare."
Margie (OOC) says, "We'll start having 40 minute rounds. (X_x) Gak."
Ildon (OOC) don't mind a bit
Citan (OOC) pages one-liners.
Citan (OOC) poses one-liners too.
Ildon (OOC) says, "Forty minute rounds? Unlikely unless everyone other than Margie posts in a minute each..."
Margie (OOC) exclaims, "Hey!"
Ildon (OOC) grins
Margie (OOC) says, "Well, we currently are at about 20 minutes/round, I think."
Margie (OOC) hasn't been keeping track. She's just paranoid.
Ildon (OOC) says, "I'd say that's about right... i had a meal without even missing my pose"
Bart looks at Sigurd strangely, "What do you mean? I haven't heard you tell me that...or...well, I don't think you did," he thinks for a moment, then lowers his voice instinctually. "Well, what does that matter, i'm just a bit excited cause I had a great idea on the way here!" he holds up a piece of paper. "All written down!" he places it in his pocket. He then coughs, "Well, how's the situation?" he asks noone in particular.
Margie (OOC) says, "Because we'll never get everyone back in the same room again if someone needs to leave."
Calif has arrived.
Bart (OOC) says, "Meet.MUF rocks."
Calif (OOC) says, "Hey hey"
Sigurd (OOC) just -facepalms- at Bart.
Miriam (OOC) says, "Hi Calif. ^.^"
Ildon (OOC) greets Calif
Margie (OOC) waves. ^_^
Calif (OOC) asks, "Is there an order or...?"
Ildon (OOC) exclaims, "Hey, if we get enough Solarians in here, it'll be hell in the cathedral!"
Margie (OOC) says, "With this many people? Goodness, -yes-. (x_x)"
Sigurd (OOC) says, "You can go after..... Citan."
Calif (OOC) says, "I'm... sorta a solarian..."
Margie (OOC) becomes.. Paranoid.
Ildon (OOC) noticed your finger info, Calif
Miriam (OOC) is... possibly... Solarian. ^.^;;;
Ildon (OOC) asks, "Is Brin AFK?"
Sigurd (OOC) says, "We have quite a few Solarians in here, so shush."
Ildon (OOC) points out his own finger info...
And Brin settles, his shoulders relaxing, as he suddenly fells just a little more relaxed. He saunters slowly over to Ildon, nodding slightly in his usual way. "Good to hear. And also good to see you're getting what you wish, with out little excursion, here..." he regards the large room around him, as Miriam speaks, and he turns slightly. He's love a sandwich. However, he remains silent for now, waiting for the idea to take hold with the others before he commits to it. He is, to an extent, still among strangers. The Unknown Element. He looks around to the others, waiting to see the idea latched upon.
Margie (OOC) becomes -really- paranoid.
Citan (OOC) thought Khiea was the Unknown Element.
Ildon (OOC) says, "What happened to Khiea? She was here awhile ago"
Brin (OOC) has not heard that term before. Oops if it was being used.
Citan (OOC) shakes his head.
Sigurd (OOC) pokes Citan into posing.
Ildon (OOC) says, "He poses one-liners... SU~RE he does..."
Ah. Compound the sound of the Young One and the sound of the Young One's betrothed. But it is well to remember the possible ranges that the ear could handle--so long in various sheltered rooms for recovery has only heightened the senses to disturbances. As activity brings itself past the opening lines of conversation, Citan pushes himself off his rest upon the pew and leans against the wooden back. "It is quite a busy evening, I see..." A notation and a warning and simple, pointless notice... all of that, and it is well. "Perhaps sitting down and not spreading ourselves throughout the entire Church might be advantageous?"
Citan (OOC) says, "It is one very long line."
Ildon (OOC) ahs
Bart (OOC) giggles.
Margie (OOC) would rather yell plans to everyone across the church.
Bart (OOC) sits down quietly.
Ildon (OOC) puts a leash on his Hobgob
Sigurd (OOC) flatlines at the betrothed part.
Citan (OOC) thought that was correct.
Ildon (OOC) grins widely
Ildon (OOC) says, "I always thought that they were cousins, but still betrothed... icky, but that's what I thought"
Citan (OOC) says, "Young One... you -already- divorced Margie? Tsk."
Sigurd (OOC) says, "I just don't like sticking Bart with Margie ^_^;;;;"
Ildon (OOC) ahs
Bart (OOC) asks, "I didn't know we were betrothed...yet. I thought I still had time before I was tied down?"
Margie (OOC) shrugs, "Its correct, though."
Citan (OOC) says, "Betrothed, intended..."
Margie (OOC) says, "Well.. Somewhat correct. Intended to be betrothed, maybe, but the concept's moderately the same."
Ildon (OOC) wonders if Nisan is the Arkansas of Ignas
Calif wanders into the cathedral, hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. He observes the group for a moment, picking out any faces he may know, yet doesn't see much besides the pirate and his annoying "puppy dog". "Pretty little town." he pipes up with, in quite an interrupting manner. The echo amplifies his voice quite well, making it terribly irritating. "I just might feel a li'l bad when I make the streets run red..." He shrugs.
Sigurd (OOC) says, "No, the Fatimas are just the rednecks of Ignas. I'm a rare branch in the family telephone pole."
Margie (OOC) says, "Yes. The Fatima marrying of cousins is why... Well, why there are people like Bart."
Ildon (OOC) laughs and laughs at how pounced upon that comment was
Calif (OOC) says, "God, this argument again :p"
Sigurd (OOC) laughs.
Bart (OOC) sweatdrops, "Hey, i'm not like that!" then he realizes something, "What do you mean by that? o.o"
Ildon (OOC) just shakes his head
Ildon (OOC) laughs at the double name in WHO... duran duran... hehehe
Bart (OOC) knows this warning is late, but he's in a VERY silly mood.
Bart (OOC) sees it's tripled now.
Ildon (OOC) WOWs... that must be an amazing book
Well, goodness, are there a great many things to respond to. This little place is becoming all means of chaotic, isn't it? With a light sigh- not something of distress, and all the more for some distant, dismissable weariness- she notes a light, "Well, if you have enough sandwiches for everyone, Miriam, shall we see if everyone else wants one? It would be nice to talk over a late lunch.." Margie then walks over towards where the most of everyone else sits, if just for some manner of not continuing to partially yell at everyone across the room. Why bother raising one's voice after all? And there's certainly no reason to encourage Bart to do so. And she glances over at Bart with something of a questioning glance- not as much doubtful as it is just.. Wary. What are the chances, one wonders, for his miraculous idea to include a great deal of blowing up things? "An.. Idea?" She shakes her head, "Not much has happened.. Spare.. A rather distressing threat the other day." And how she represses a shudder to even the -thought-. It is getting harder and harder to pretend that there truly is nothing to fear of from the Fort... And yet she pauses at that, and glances up at the newcommer with something of a stunned blank expression, before muttering ever so carefully quiet, "...Someone -please- kindly say I heard that wrong.."
Ildon sighs. He had heard it as well, some rude man entering a place such as this and creating a stir. He blushes as he remembers the small and humiliating chase that he took part in not too long ago. He turns to glare at his hobgob only to see it now on Miriam's shoulder, rather than his own. "Sandwiches would be nice," he says, trying to ignore the man at the door. He feels a bit uneasy, however, and some people in attendance might notice a disturbance in the air about the cathedral, a slight swirling breeze, as well as a soft, pale blue glow beginning to radiate from his hands. Subtle, but noticable.
Miriam flinches at the Hobgob's leaping, but recovers, carefully reaching up a finger to pet the creature now attached to her shoulder. She begins unpacking the sandwiches, more as something to do, other than just standing around and smiling, vaguely; instead, she can hand out bits of dinner... vaguely. "Here you are, Mother," she says quietly, following behind, not trying to jostle as she offers the meal. "And one for Sigurd, and one for Brin... Would you--oh, hello." A person that Miriam actually brightens at initially, without the faint, automatic cowering? "Would you like some sandwiches?" she offers in Calif's direction. And not a blink again past the idea of Nisan under attack. It an expectation for everyone right now, anyway.
A Small Hobgob jumps down and snatches a sandwich from Miriam's hand, once again provoking a scolding from Ildon.
Ildon (OOC) really needs a name for this thing...
Miriam (OOC) names it... "Lacan".
Ildon (OOC) reminds once again that it is FEMALE...
Brin (OOC) exclaims, "poik! poik!"
Bart (OOC) says, "Um..."
Margie (OOC) asks, "Lacana..?"
Bart (OOC) exclaims, "Ulala!"
Miriam (OOC) doesn't mind if it doesn't.
Ildon (OOC) hmms at Ulala
Margie (OOC) says, "You can name it... Girl."
Brin (OOC) says, "Or...Thingy."
Miriam (OOC) asks, "Lunch"?
Ildon (OOC) will wait for some creative event to suggest a name...
Brin (OOC) says, "Call it 'Horrible Massacre', then."
Ildon (OOC) will keep that in mind...
Ildon (OOC) says, "Maybe I'll call it Etone Slayer..."
Brin (OOC) phffts. 2You don't scare me, 'Etone Slayer'. If that -is- your real name...Oh, wait..."."
A Small Hobgob (OOC) drains one HP from Brin!
Ildon (OOC) asks, "That leaves what... three more to go?"
Calif (OOC) asks, "How about Lou Ferigno?"
Calif (OOC) asks, "Axe Sharpener?"
Ildon (OOC) says, "FEMALE, peoples..."
Margie (OOC) AFKs for Dinner, "If I'm not back by my pose, skip me or something!"
"Good luck getting the Young Master to sit when he's excited." Sigurd's comment was muffled at best, then he pauses, and looks up, standing and turning to face Calif, his usually stoic gaze turned to ice at his words, a flicker of his subdued temper flaring in his expression, something none in this room spare Citan may have ever witnessed. With a calm that denied the anger visible in his eyes, he steps away from the pews, instinctively closer to Margie and Bart, silent for now, unless Bart gets himself in trouble. Wasn't this the man they gave shelter to, as well? How pleasant.
Calif (OOC) asks, "Ropeburn?"
Margie (OOC) will be back in a few.
Ildon (OOC) asks, "Who is before Margie?"
Brin (OOC) says, "Calif"
Ildon (OOC) ahs
Calif (OOC) says, "I am? I know I'm after Citan"
Margie (OOC) glares at her parents, "Telling me to come down for dinner when its not ready.. Bah! Well, I'll be not-idle a few more minutes then, apparently. (X_x) If there is -any- luck and fairness in the world, I'll get in another pose before I have to go, so I wont make anyone wait."
Citan (OOC) nods. "I am after Brin."
Brin (OOC) says, "And I am after Bart."
Calif (OOC) asks, "So who's up now?"
Brin (OOC) says, "Bart."
Bart is about to ask Miriam if he can have a sandwich too and ask what Sigurd said, when he hears the outburst. He then turns around, "Oh great," he mumbles to himself. He then looks at Margie, "Uh...don't worry, I think you might have heard him wrong," he assures her. This is an important trip for him, no distractions from the main operations. Besides, Bart didn't remember taking him along. If anything, Calif's gonna be a major distraction if he plans on starting fights here. He sighs, "Uh, hold on a minute?" he asks everyone. "I think i've gotta explain something."
Ildon (OOC) ooooohs
Sigurd (OOC) has a heart attack 'cause -Bart- didn't start a fight. "It's a miracle!"
Margie (OOC) has to go to dinner now. Feel free to take a long time to pose!
Miriam (OOC) nods!
Brin looks pleased and relieved when the food begins to be passed round, and gratefuly accepts a sandwich. Since he gave up his regular trips to Dazil, he has discovered that living on the base, with the current supply shortage is...less then fulfilling to the appetite. He takes a grateful bite from the sandwich, as the newcomer speaks. Strange. Among these familiar at best, and non-hostile at worst faces, the words cast a sort of pall over the proceedings. Brin casts an eye quizzically at the man who has just entered. The silet exchange between Sigurd and the man is noticed, as Brin chews slowly, and thinks. He turns his head to Bart as he speaks, but still makes sure to glance on occasion back to the newcomer, with a hint of suspicion, and a nuance of caution.
Food? Yes. Pesky task, but it was interesting how it tasted so much better after nigh-starving here and there. As air would after forgetting to breathe. Tsk. Citan listens to the conversation fly its way through the Cathedral, allowing periphrial vision to take up the slack. His arms are folded across his lap--he needs not turn and move to greet people, since there are so many others to enact the social pleasantries. And the still-calm breathing never changes, the eyelids continue to remain lowered. He -is- awake, is he not? "Go ahead, Young One?" Apparently, the answer is yes.
Sigurd (OOC) erks and idles a moment too, don't mind him x_x
Calif has disconnected.
Margie has disconnected.
Sigurd has disconnected.
Bart (OOC) o.o
Citan (OOC) blinks.
Margie has connected.
Margie (OOC) kicks her computer.
Citan (OOC) blinks again.
Bart (OOC) o.o
Calif has connected.
Calif wrinkles his nose a bit, and glances around, picturing the cathedral in flames. "Wait'll I get ba..." His ears perk up, and he stops mid sentence. "Oo, sandwiches?" He stops looking the place over, and quickly moves closer to the woman distributing the food. He doesn't seem quite as hellbent on starting a fight... much more emphasis on filling his stomach right now. "I was feeling a mite peckish, thanks."
Bart (OOC) says, "-THAT- was strange."
Ildon (OOC) shrugs
Ildon (OOC) is lucky it hasn't yet happened to him... x_X
Ildon (OOC) asks, "You posing, Margie?"
Margie (OOC) says, "I might as well."
Margie (OOC) thinks everyone just gleefully took Sandwiches this round. Yay!
Ildon (OOC) laughs and thanks Miriam for a great idea!
Miriam (OOC) cowers. ^.^;;
Bart (OOC) ^_^
Margie gratefully takes her sandwich from Miriam, with a small sounding of "Thank you.." that is born of rather unconcious habit. And yet.. She is mildly confused and mildly unsettled by Calif, and thus... only watches him a shade warily until he.. Offs and gets a sandwich. Well. That's... Strange. Shaking her head lightly, she mutters simply, "I could have sworn he said.. Well, never mind." A small little sigh she gives.. But it is rather mostly all she can give to the situation. It would be nice to rant a worry. It would be nice to just hear everyone's plans and get Jasper nice and unthreatening once more. All of that -would- be nice.. But rather there is formality in the way. Well, at least there are sandwiches. She sits down, finally, standing seeming to be something too much an effort to the moment. Perhaps it is time for her to stop fretting so noticeably.. And instead just listen. That would be the proper thing to do, wouldn't it?
Margie (OOC) poses.. Oddly.
Bart (OOC) just had to eschew a sandwich, "Now I can't join the club ;_;"
Ildon allows himself a moment to relax his Ether skills, takes a sandwich for himself, and seats himself next to Miriam, perhaps the only one in attendance that would not be bothered by his "pet." He places the hobgob in his lap and begins to eat his sandwich, scolding the creature as she tries to grasp bites for herself. "You already HAD one," he reminds her several times. He looks nervously to the woman next to him, wondering if he made a good first impression. This had always bothered him about women. He tries to relax and let a conversation start itself.
Miriam (OOC) says, "It's the evil plot to take over the Ygg crew with drugged sammiches. ^.^"
Ildon (OOC) spits it out eagerly
Ildon (OOC) gives his hobgob CPR
Sigurd has connected.
Ildon (OOC) welcomes Sigurd
Sigurd (OOC) whaps his connection.
Miriam can't stop to sit yet, unfortunately. She begins to pass the sandwiches out, the white, waxed paper imprinted with the Nisan Cafe's sigil letting the scent of fresh meats, lettuces, and condiments to fight against the faint, wood-polish smell of all the church pews. "Here you are," she chimes softly to Calif, pausing out of handing out the food to offer a second sandwich on top of it all. "Would anyone like something to drink?" Smile, smile, and never worry about the huge floating cannon just outside.
Sigurd (OOC) says, "And skip me, I gotta idle a few minutes x_x"
Ildon (OOC) notes that
Bart (OOC) nods.
Margie (OOC) wonders if this bag of sandwiches is actually a small suitcase of them.
Ildon (OOC) mwa has and prepares to hit on Miriam ICly
Miriam (OOC) gleeps.
Ildon (OOC) says, "Just kidding, relax. ~_^"
Miriam (OOC) is giving Calif her sandwich. ^.^
A Small Hobgob hops up onto the table and snatches Bart's sandwich before Ildon can even notice. He reaches over and grabs it by the back thing, thwaps it lightly, and decides to hold onto it from now on.
Citan (OOC) must also idle for a round, unfortunately.
Calif (OOC) asks, "So that puts me after... who?"
Margie (OOC) actually.. Has to go for about 20 minutes. (X_X)
Brin (OOC) apologises, had to go feed megatron. Whose pose?
Ildon (OOC) shrugs... woulda been Sigs
Ildon (OOC) asks, "Who's after Sig?"
Brin (OOC) says, "Bart, then me."
Ildon (OOC) nods
Calif (OOC) says, "When me? I'm lost."
Ildon (OOC) shrugs
Brin (OOC) says, "Margie Ildon Miriam Sigurd Bart Brin Citan Calif."
Ildon (OOC) sticks Hobgob between Miriam and Sigurd
Margie (OOC) exclaims, "I'm rather irrelevant in this scene now anyway. ^_^ Just ignore me! Margie sits off looking uneasy and eating her sandwich or something until I get back in 20-odd minutes. So sorry, everyone!"
Brin (OOC) says, "Currently waiting for bart."
Bart (OOC) says, "I have to go."
Miriam (OOC) watches the scene devolve into dinner icly. ^.^;;;;
Ildon (OOC) says, "Okay..."
Margie (OOC) says, "Or... Eek. (X_x) That works out oddly well, if you have to go."
Margie (OOC) asks, "When will you be back, Bart?"
Brin (OOC) brandishes his kerthwapping stick.
Ildon (OOC) hides from Brin...
Miriam (OOC) says, "It... could end right here though, which is okay, I guess. It makes sense... ^.^;;;"
Bart (OOC) says, "I don't know. My brother wants to use this account for some reason, and I don't have anything other than AOL. Also, mom's on the other comp, so i'm screwed."
Clarth has connected.
Ildon (OOC) says, "Hey Clarth"
Margie (OOC) asks, "We can.. Try and finish it later?"
Margie (OOC) asks, "Maybe?"
Clarth (OOC) exclaims, "Your still here?!"
Ildon (OOC) says, "Just sitting down to dinner."
Bart (OOC) hope so.
Bart (OOC) hopes so.
Margie (OOC) exclaims, "Anyway, I really have to go now. Be back in a few, everyone!"
Margie has disconnected.
Bart (OOC) waves -.-
Miriam (OOC) waves.
Ildon (OOC) later, you two
Bart has disconnected.
Clarth (OOC) passes out.
Ildon (OOC) asks, "So whose pose? Brin's?"
Brin (OOC) nods, and wonders if it is worth continuing. Who is left?
Ildon (OOC) says, "Me, you, mimi, Calif, methinks"
Brin (OOC) nods. And poses.
Ildon (OOC) remembers when a four-person RP was considered large. o_O
Clarth (OOC) asks, "They were?"
Ildon (OOC) asks, "Clarth, you going to get your solarian ass over to the Dinner table or not?"
Miriam (OOC) might exit out of this scene to go get drinks for people icly. "I'm not doing much, so..."
Clarth (OOC) says, "I already ate today."
Brin sits, and watching the antics of the hobgob, remarks to Ildon. "Interesting. One of your friends from the forest, yes?..." He offers a small piece of his sandwich to the hobgob, hoping it will come closer. He makes low whispering noises, enticing it over, while closely guarding the remainder of his sandwich. For good reason. "And these are excellent sandwiches, miss. Thank you...". He smiles.
Sigurd (OOC) returns and gives up on the fairy wings and takes to doodling his undead-Elru badguy instead.
A Small Hobgob scurries quickly over to Brin before Ildon can offer a warning and snatches the piece of the sandwich eagerly, on its way knocking over some silverware and tablepieces. Ildon sighs, and gives Brin a stern look, although the etone was obviously only trying to be friendly.
Citan (OOC) returns to apologize. "I must idle out for either a very long time, or disappear. If it is all right with everyone..."
Sigurd (OOC) says, "Another one bites the dust x_x"
Citan (OOC) plants himself somewhere carefully out of the way.
Ildon snatches the Hobgob once again, and places her FIRMLY in his lap, this time keeping a close eye on her.
Miriam (OOC) can't remember when she poses anymore. Ahh!
Ildon (OOC) says, "You're after me, Mimi"
Miriam (OOC) asks, "Mimi?"
Ildon (OOC) chuckles
Citan (OOC) waves.
Citan has left.
Ildon (OOC) says, "I've got it! I'll call the hobgob Snatch! ~_^"
Brin (OOC) asks, "Order?"
Ildon (OOC) thinks a moment...
Ildon (OOC) asks, "You, me, Miriam?"
Ildon (OOC) asks, "Or is there anyoen else?"
Calif has disconnected.
Brin (OOC) asks, "evidently not. So, was that yuor pose just there?"
Ildon (OOC) says, "Yep"
Ildon (OOC) asks, "Didn't Sig make his triumphant return though?"
Sigurd (OOC) says, "Just you three for now. My RP ability left when I regained my drawing ability x_x Besides, Miriam scares me. *teasing*"
Miriam sits down after the sandwiches are passed out, smiling a little to Brin, although she doesn't join the crowd fully. Since she's on the edge of the bench, she swings a foot while she finds a last little sandwich for herself. "It's nice to still see people here," she offers quietly. "The Church hasn't been this busy in a while..."
Miriam (OOC) eeps.
Ildon (OOC) asks, "why eep?"
Miriam (OOC) scares people by being perky.
Ildon (OOC) didn't notice
Miriam (OOC) says, "Sigurd at least. ^.^"
Sigurd (OOC) forgot why Miriam seems to dislike him so, IC of course.... o_o
Miriam (OOC) says, "I didn't dislike you... you hate me, don't you? >.<"
Clarth (OOC) is now president of Sigurd Stalkers Anonymous.
Sigurd (OOC) shakes his head. "Iie, I don't. But then, it's been so long since I've seen you IC or OOC...."
Miriam (OOC) thinks it was back when Sigurd was brainwashed again...
Ildon (OOC) observes that Clarth is a touch obvious to call his corporation "anonymous"
Sigurd (OOC) hated near everyone durring that whole episode... x_x
Clarth (OOC) chuckles Nervously.
Brin smiles gently at the overenthusiastic perambulations of the hobgob, as it is retieved by Ildon. He turns to Miriam again. "Yes, It's a blessing that I've finally had the opportunity to visit this cathedral. I had heard of it, and its reputation precedes it. It is beautiful..." He stares again up toward the ceiling in admiration... "It must be a joy to work in such surroundings...".
Margie has connected.
Margie (OOC) waves!
Miriam (OOC) waves!
Clarth (OOC) er....waves?
Ildon snaps his fingers. "I've a name for her!" He lifts the hobgob slightly, looking at her, and nods. "Her favourite action around food... I'll call her Snatch."
Clarth (OOC) claps, "Bravo."
Ildon (OOC) bows
Sigurd (OOC) sweatdrops.
Ildon drops Snatch.
Brin (OOC) covers his ears. Think....non-obscene...thoughts....
Miriam (OOC) blinks.
Miriam (OOC) runs!
Ildon (OOC) asks, "what?"
Snatch squirms in disapproval
Miriam (OOC) covers her eyes!
Clarth (OOC) facepalms.
Ildon (OOC) is confused
Sigurd (OOC) just falls over laughing. "I thing you should rename her... that name is...."
Ildon drops Sigurd Jr.
Ildon (OOC) asks, "How's this?"
Sigurd (OOC) sweatdrops. "I'm gay, not female."
Clarth (OOC) snickers.
Ildon drops Hobgob.
Ildon (OOC) says, "the search continues! ~_^"
Ildon reconsiders...
Clarth (OOC) just...
Miriam smiles, happily again, but also frowns a little bit. "But isn't the Ethos Cathedral just as wonderful? I always loved it... and the roses are lovely." She shakes her head. "I... really should go visit there again soon."
Sigurd (OOC) says, "Just call her Hobbes. I know it's a boy name, my friend's a girl and we all call her that."
Ildon (OOC) says, "Nope... gonna keep trying. I thought it might go well with your nickname for me, was all. ~_^"
Clarth (OOC) says, "I want everyone to thank god Talon's not here to ruin the scene..."
Ildon (OOC) says, "Pray? This is neither the time, nor the place."
Clarth (OOC) says, "Well the place."
Miriam (OOC) needs to run and chat with Jessie...
Ildon (OOC) waves
Margie has disconnected.
Sigurd (OOC) waves as well.
Brin nods. 2Although, I suppose familiarity would dull the appreciation of it. And it _is_ my first time here." He smiles gently. "Yes, the Ethos HQ is quite nice, too. A change is nice..." He stares off behind Miriam's shoulder, deep in thought. How...rude?
Miriam (OOC) waves.
Clarth (OOC) waves to whoevers leaving...
Miriam excuses herself quietly, and searches for something to drink.
Miriam (OOC) waves.
Miriam has left.
Ildon (OOC) asks, "Order now?"
Ildon (OOC) asks, "Or is it down to me and Brin?"
Asher has arrived.
Asher (OOC) says, "Hello."
Ildon (OOC) smiles
Asher (OOC) says, "Just here oocly for now."
Brin (OOC) says, "just us two here, Ildon now."
Clarth (OOC) was here...
Asher (OOC) says, "well, you should've carved it in a pillar."
Ildon realizes why the name could be considered inappropriate finally, and frowns in disapproval. He looks over to Brin, sitting at the table. "How have you been lately, Brin?" He smiles, trying to restore his self-esteem after this humiliating experience in the church...
Clarth (OOC) doesn't want to desecrate a holy place.
Sigurd (OOC) just rolls around giggling at Illy.
Ildon (OOC) exclaims, "Whatever happened to Ildo? Ildo and Snatch, the Dynamic Duo!"
Ildon (OOC) ~_^
Asher (OOC) says, "What happened to Calif, that's what I wanna know."
Sigurd (OOC) just -dies-.
Sigurd (OOC) says, "Calif up n left."
Asher (OOC) says, "Yeah, he tends to do that."
Asher (OOC) says, "Jeez. You'd think old Bart was fed up enough with the place."
Clarth (OOC) nods.
Sigurd has disconnected.
Brin turns, and regards Ildon. o 0 ( ...looking a little more determined now. I still can't figure him, though. One minute, the pacifist. Next, wishing to fight, no matter for what?...Still, he appears happier now... ). After a few seconds of silence, he speaks. "I've been fine. At least now I get to go somewhere. I've never been to Nisan. This is rather a new experience..." He looks around the hall, at the peace, the calmness of it all. "It's a...nice...place...". 'Nice' was a word not approaching how Brin felt about this city, but nonetheless...Any word would sound pale. "Yourself?...".
Ildon (OOC) says, "For the record, it was not a minute, it was a week in solitude."
Sigurd has connected.
Clarth (OOC) I need to go, see you around guys.
Clarth has disconnected.
Brin (OOC) knows. Figure of speech.
Asher has left.
Ildon sits back comfortably, stroking his pet gently, and regards the man kindly. "I'm also good, now that I've something to do in this ridiculous war. The members of the Rebels were quite friendly toward me, as was not exactly expected, i must admit. I have met a few interesting people since my arrival there. I've yet to actually participate in anything." He frowns at this, knowing that the expression will shock Brin. But Ildon is a man changed.
Ildon (OOC) says, "I wanted to say "stroking his snatch gently" but it wouldn't work NOW... x_x"
Brin (OOC) says, "Rename it. Before I explode. :)"
Ildon (OOC) already did
Ildon (OOC) says, "Geez, you guys really can't take a joke. I was only demonstrating Ildon's decent and naive nature with that statement, you know."
Sigurd (OOC) says, "...... And people said -I- was perverted."
Ildon (OOC) says, "Sure they did... *Ildo*"
Sigurd (OOC) exclaims, "That was a typo!"
Ildon (OOC) nods slowly. Sure...
Brin nods reservedly, Ildon's resolute appeareance not phasing him in the slightest. "Some day, you may get your...wish, Ildon. He looks up, and his stare blanks out. o 0 ( ...let's hope it's everything you hoped it would be... ).
Brin (OOC) exclaims, "No! Short Pose! Unclean!"
Ildon (OOC) asks, "Is that to say you wanna keep going?"
Ildon (OOC) says, "Be my guest."
Brin (OOC) Sorta wants to wrap it up soonish, perhaps.
Ildon (OOC) agrees
Ildon smiles and rises, wiping his mouth. His hobgob, formerly called Snatch, jumps up on his shoulder. "I'd best get going, Brin. It was a nice meal, everyone." He walks out of the cathedral slowly, shaking his head to himself.
Brin nods, almost sadly, and returns his attentions to his food, not speaking again.
Ildon (OOC) says, "All done. ~_^"
Brin (OOC) phews.