The 'Quest' III
Session XXII - School Life
Organiser's Comment
Good session, funny Satan Children. Psycho principals. Fun fun fun. Oh and check out the Best of the Rest for some very funny wasn't-even-in-the-OOC 'logs'.
Plot Summary
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Full Log (See Below for 'The Best of the Rest')
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<@Narrator> There is a gentle breeze in the air this day. The sun, after a long battle with the ocean of black clouds, has broken through in several streaking beams. The landscape is rather plain and nondescript, the group have not encountered a sign of life since stopping at a town nearly a week ago.
<@Narrator> It is late morning, and the Dwarves have finished the catwalk extensions.
øùú Faelnon is at the front of the 'train, just watching.
øùú Rue is milling around near the food cabin.
øùú Foilae , now that he can, has gone up to the front of the 'train.
øùú Rue enters the food cabin and takes an apple for herself. A smile crosses her face, and she takes another one and leaves for the front of the train.
øùú Calaryn is having a pleasant nap in her cabin
øùú Faelnon wonders what everyone is up to.
øùú Rue calls to Faelnon. "Hey, Faely! Guess what? "
øùú Mihndrid sits in her cabin, flute in her hands, playing a quiet, muted tune that seems to roll ominously with the landscape.
øùú Isondil is sleeping in his cabin
øùú Faelnon looks up and wonders where Rue's voice came from.
øùú Rue hops on the roof. "Faely, c'mere!"
øùú Faelnon climbs up onto the roof, 'Yes, Rue?'
øùú Rue raises an eyebrow. "Hey, do you remember...?" She pulls the apple out. "When we used to do this?"
øùú Rue chucks the apple at Faelnon's head.
øùú Faelnon grabs the apple, smiles and says, 'You mean eat?'
øùú Rue shakes her head. "Nah, the fruit fights!"
øùú Faelnon says, 'Oh, I thought that was just Kalypse trying to choke me.'
øùú Faelnon throws the apple at Rue, only to have it spin around in the air and strike him on the forehead.
øùú Foilae chuckles from below.
øùú Rue giggles and takes a bite out of her apple. "Good one, Foilae." she smirks.
øùú Foilae smiles at Rue, 'My pleasure.'
øùú Faelnon throws the apple at Foilae.
øùú Rue collapses in giggles.
øùú Foilae catches the apple and throws it up in the air, just a little ahead of himself.
øùú Faelnon reaches out to catch it and nearly falls off the roof.
øùú Foilae grins.
øùú Foilae looks about, mildly bored.
øùú Rue smiles at Faelnon and Foilae as she lets her thoughts drift back to the "good ol' days," like the first quest...or the second quest...or the beginning of the third quest.
øùú Mihndrid raises an eyebrow at the small commotion from the roof, but keeps playing, bored beyond words.
øùú Foilae spots something on a hill, a large mansion that has undergone several extensions, 'Hmm, that's odd.'
øùú Rue takes the opportunity to catch Foilae off guard by chucking another apple at his head.
øùú Faelnon catches the apple before it hits Foilae and throws it back at Rue before asking, 'What's odd?'
øùú Rue is smacked in the forehead with the apple. She winces at Faelnon and takes a bite out of it.
øùú Foilae points to the mansion, 'That is a school, if I'm not mistaken, my great-nephew attends it, but it looks abandoned.'
øùú Isondil yawns and climbs out of bed
øùú Faelnon says, 'We could go investigate it.'
øùú Faelnon adds, 'I need something to do - other than fruit fights, of course.'
øùú Isondil hears shouts above his head on the roof and makes his way onto the roof
øùú Rue stares at Faelnon, "Hey! What's wrong with a fruit fight?"
øùú Mihndrid watches Isondil walk by her cabin and sighs, assuming the odd building outside her window will, of course, be their next stop.
øùú Rue takes the opportunity to throw an apple at Isondil. "See? Nothing wrong with a fruit fight."
øùú Calaryn is sleeping like a baby
øùú Faelnon turns to Rue, 'Why nothing is wrong with them, it is just we will deplete our food supplies a tad fast.'
<@Narrator> The 'train turns onto a path leading towards the school.
øùú Rue asks, "Who eats apples anyways?" while, of course, munching on one.
øùú Faelnon looks towards the school, 'It certainly looks gloomy.'
øùú Mihndrid gets up from her bed, and grabs up her pack. Dusting a lock of hair from her face, she shuffles towards the door and leans against it, knowing very well where the group is off to.
øùú Faelnon says, 'Foilae, any more details on this place?'
øùú Foilae says, 'Well... er... It is a school. A rather good school, it has been around for a long while. Boarding school. Not normally this dark and gloomy.'
øùú Faelnon looks at Foilae, 'Gee, thanks for that in-depth briefing.'
øùú Rue looks around, waiting for ominous thunder.
øùú Faelnon looks at the door pensively.
øùú Faelnon looks at Foilae, 'It is your school, you go first.'
øùú Foilae says, 'It isn't my school, and you are the leader, you go first.'
øùú Faelnon says, 'Exactly, and as leader, I can order people to go first.'
øùú Foilae says, 'Then I quit.'
øùú Mihndrid jumps out the door, shouldering her pack, as if to say, "To hell with it, -I'll- go first."
øùú Faelnon grins at Mihndrid, then at Foilae, 'Works every time.'
øùú Foilae grins back, 'Like a charm.'
øùú Faelnon climbs off the 'train and follows Mihndrid.
øùú Foilae goes to the end of a catwalk and lets down a small ramp the Dwarves made. He goes down it and follows.
øùú Mihndrid reaches the door and looks hesitantly back at the two.
øùú Foilae nods to Mihndrid.
øùú Foilae is right behind.
øùú Mihndrid looks back at the door and rather reluctantly gives it a tug.
<@Narrator> The first door leads to a large cube of a room, completely empty save for a few paintings on the walls. There is a door to the right with 'Reception' written in gold letters on it.
øùú Faelnon looks at the rather dark room, 'Oh, yay. Well, shall we report to reception?'
øùú Mihndrid smirks and looks up at Faelnon, "Yes, now take a number and stay seated until you're called."
øùú Faelnon smiles.
øùú Mihndrid proceeds into the building, dust scattering behind her footsteps.
øùú Foilae moves past them and goes to the door. He gently shoves it open. This room is much brighter, white walls and ceiling.
<@Narrator> There is an elderly lady behind a large 'C' shaped desk, she looks terrified.
øùú Faelnon follows Foilae, checking over his shoulder every so often.
øùú Faelnon whispers to Mihndrid, 'Go get anyone left on the 'train, I don't like the looks of this.'
øùú Mihndrid nods and tramps back towards the train, glancing behind her now and then at the second room.
øùú Marietta looks at them, 'The school is closed, please leave.'
øùú Mihndrid hops aboard when she reaches it and locates Calaryn. Securing her pack, she shakes her, saying rather loudly, "Come on, get up."
øùú Faelnon asks, 'What's wrong?'
øùú Foilae adds, 'We'd like to help.'
øùú Calaryn looks up at Mihndrid with sleepy eyes 'What’s this all about?'
øùú Marietta shakes her head, 'No, please leave, the school is closed.'
øùú Foilae says, 'Rather early for the school to close, is it not?'
øùú Mihndrid nods to the door, "We've stopped at some old school, and there's an old lady in there looking scared out of her wits. C'mon."
øùú Marietta says, 'We've been having some... structural problems, so we closed up early until the problems are fixed.'
øùú Calaryn gets up from the bed looking annoyed
øùú Faelnon says, 'If that's true, then where is everyone? Builders, repairmen, other staff?'
øùú Calaryn grabs her sack and walks out
øùú Marietta begins fidgeting, she quickly mutters, 'They went home early, too, for the day.'
øùú Mihndrid doesn't seem to notice, and if she did she's ignoring it. With another hasty wave she's out the door again, hurrying towards the school.
øùú Calaryn mutters as she walks towards the school
øùú Mihndrid comes back through the door and pauses behind Faelnon, lingering in the previous room.
øùú Faelnon looks at Marietta with a doubtful look.
øùú Calaryn enters the door and looks at the group 'now what?'
øùú Foilae says, 'We aren't leaving until you tell us what is wrong, and how we can help. I have a relative here, and I think I deserve some answers.'
øùú Marietta looks down at the desk, before sighing and giving up, her voice drops its relative calm, 'If you can... the children. It's the children.'
øùú Marietta says, 'They haven't been acting like themselves, first it was just a handful of them, they started attacking the others. Soon all of the pupils had turned on everyone, they took over a few corridors that we just wouldn't go down. Then they took over the entire school, this is the one room they haven't gone near, most of the teachers have left, and those that didn't-' She pauses.
øùú Marietta says, 'They are just children, but... they caught the languages teacher and... they didn't let him leave... alive.'
øùú Foilae looks at Marietta with a disbelieving shock.
øùú Mihndrid gulps, looking behind her at the empty room.
øùú Foilae stammers out, 'There has to be something controlling them. It most likely originates from the place these incidents first started, the first corridor they took over.'
øùú Faelnon nods to Foilae, then says, 'We can't hurt them, they are just children after all.'
øùú Calaryn looks at Foilae 'How come?'
øùú Foilae looks at Calaryn, 'Do you know many children that suddenly decided to kill people?'
øùú Mihndrid debates relaying an encounter where they had, but decides against it.
øùú Faelnon says to Marietta, 'Can you show us which corridor they took over first?'
øùú Marietta looks even more terrified before slowly nodding, her face as pale as snow.
øùú Marietta stands up and motions for them to exit.
øùú Faelnon heads back into the entrance hall.
øùú Mihndrid , already being the first room, just stands and waits, following with her eyes.
øùú Foilae follows, looking about for any signs of life other than their own.
øùú Marietta waits for everyone to get outside before closing the door and locking it.
øùú Calaryn follows the group
øùú Marietta points down through an archway, which twists and heads along.
øùú Faelnon goes first.
øùú Foilae follows, not enjoying going down the two steps into the corridor.
øùú Mihndrid follows rather involuntarily, feet dragging slightly, as if her subconscious was willing her to stay behind.
øùú Marietta goes behind them.
øùú Faelnon arrives in a small area, there are stairs to the left, leading to a hall, a dining area to the right, and a set of stairs down.
<@Narrator> As Faelnon continues, an eerie song resonates throughout the area, it sounds like a small child singing it, and it is coming from everywhere.
øùú Faelnon looks around, trying to find the source.
øùú Mihndrid grimaces, being reminded of the dim landscape they just passed through, and quickens her pace.
øùú Foilae also tries to look around, but discovers a slightly disadvantage in his condition.
øùú Marietta looks terrified, she quickly begins down the flight of stairs.
øùú Faelnon looks at the stairs and helps Foilae down them.
<@Narrator> The song becomes quicker and louder as they continue.
øùú Faelnon asks, 'Can this be described as terrifying?'
øùú Foilae is constantly looking around as he goes, he nods and says, 'I'd say it certainly qualifies.'
øùú Mihndrid involuntarily tugs her flute from her pack and replies shakily, "If you haven't noticed, this isn't a good place for light sarcasm."
øùú Faelnon 's grip on his staff tightens, 'Who said I was being sarcastic.'
øùú Marietta continues, quicker, 'They do things like this. The room goes dark and the song, it is chilling.'
øùú Mihndrid gives him a look which suggests she'd feel better if he -was- being sarcastic, and keeps following after Marietta
øùú Faelnon says, 'I don't understand, why don't you just leave?'
øùú Marietta says, 'I have nowhere to go to. This school is my home, as well, and I have no family.'
<@Narrator> The song is extremely loud and high pitched now. It has become so fast that one can hardly make out the words. An extinguished torch falls from its hook on the wall and crashes to the ground.
øùú Faelnon stops and looks behind him, still nothing, he turns around and continues.
øùú Mihndrid jumps as the torch smashes into the floor, and almost drops her flute at the intensity of the situation.
øùú Foilae looks at the torch, breathing rapidly.
øùú Marietta looks at the torch, then around her desperately.
øùú Mihndrid says quietly, "Guys...stop."
øùú Calaryn takes a deep breath
<@Narrator> The song slows down, to the same tune, but now with different lyrics. Amongst the new lyrics are 'Your blood will boil' and 'Your skin will burn'.
øùú Faelnon stops, he listens to the new song.
øùú Mihndrid says almost inaudibly, "This is stupid. We can't just charge right in."
øùú Foilae gulps loudly, beginning to fidget like Marietta did.
øùú Faelnon swallows before he can say, 'Any suggestions?'
øùú Calaryn smiles, ‘Lovely tune.’
øùú Foilae says, 'Simply charming.'
øùú Mihndrid says rather more coldly then necessary, "I don't suppose anyone does."
<@Narrator> The corridor darkens, and the two double doors that the group passed a few moments ago slam shut. The doors along the corridor open and slam shut repeatedly.
øùú Foilae says, 'I've got an idea, we run like hell, figuratively speaking of course, take Marietta with us and never look back.'
øùú Faelnon looks at Foilae, 'And what about your grand-nephew?'
øùú Calaryn nods wonderful idea
øùú Mihndrid looks to Foilae as if to emphasize Faelnon's speech.
øùú Foilae says, 'He's a tough kid, I'm sure he is fine. Besides, I never really knew him that well...' He looks at Faelnon and Mihndrid before saying, 'Kidding...What can we do?'
<@Narrator> A strong wind blows down through the corridor, whips around the group, goes to the end of the corridor and then back up.
øùú Mihndrid steps up to Foilae, glaring at him, "Oh, so you want to leave a school full of children to remain a murderous lot of criminals and this poor woman at their mercy? I'm ashamed of you Foilae, for even considering it."
øùú Calaryn jokes 'We can torch the school'
øùú Foilae looks at the ground, 'I wasn't completely serious with the running-away idea, it was just to point out our lack of options.'
øùú Mihndrid turns her stare to Calaryn, and is plainly not amused.
øùú Faelnon shouts over the noise of the wind and the doors, 'Oh a strong wind? Is that the best you can do? What are you going to do, chap us to death?'
<@Narrator> The noise increases as all the doors begin opening and slamming, the wind doubles in strength and noise.
øùú Mihndrid looks as though someone just sang a death chant in her honour, "Faelnon, I'm not so sure..."
øùú Foilae hollers, 'Just knock it off!'
<@Narrator> As Foilae's words pass his lips, everything goes still, the wind dies and the door stop moving.
øùú Faelnon looks at Foilae, 'We should've thought of that one before now.'
<@Narrator> Through the chilling calm, one voice comes, that of a young child's, 'Can't call to mum, can't say a word. You're going to die screaming but you won't be heard.'
øùú Faelnon doesn't dare move.
øùú Mihndrid 's eyes flick from door to door, her sweaty palm slipping on the ever-ready flute.
<@Narrator> Suddenly, everything starts up again, now joined by random screeches and howls.
<@Narrator> The double doors close, and something appears at them, looking through their windows. The something is about four children, one girl and three boys of varying ages. They all smile eerily, in their hands are various knives, two have butcher knives, the others have bread-knives.
øùú Faelnon looks back and sees the children, 'Good gods...'
øùú Calaryn moves back
øùú Marietta backs against the wall and covers her face with her hands in disbelief and terror.
øùú Mihndrid gulps as her eyes drift from face to face.
øùú Foilae turns around to look at the children.
øùú Faelnon says, 'What do we do?'
øùú Foilae says, 'Don't annoy them?'
øùú Mihndrid , without a word, puts the flute to her lips and begins to play. The tune can't be heard over the screaming winds, but it must have been there, since a spark flies from the battered instrument and lands on the floor. At first, nothing happens, but it soon flares up into a massive fire which encircles the party in a smoking wall.
øùú Mihndrid keeps playing and lets the smoke drift to the side, keeping the group in a relatively safe, and noisy, fortress.
<@Narrator> Coming down from the other way, are about five or six more children, all with knives.
øùú Faelnon says, 'Mihndrid, will this stop them from coming in?'
øùú Mihndrid stops playing for a moment, "It depends. if they want to, they can leap right through it, needless to say they'd be burned a little but we'd be easy targets then."
øùú Faelnon looks at Mihndrid, not reassured.
øùú Marietta has slumped to the ground and is sobbing softly.
øùú Foilae says, 'We have to get out of here.'
øùú Mihndrid looks to Foilae and nods, "All of the glass will shatter from the heat soon...if there's a window..."
øùú Foilae nods to Mihndrid, 'Then we just wait.'
øùú Calaryn looks around 'Any ideas?'
<@Narrator> A few of the tiles in the centre of this fortress fall into an unending darkness.
øùú Marietta looks horrified at this and leaps to her feet, in a deranged desperation, she flees through the smoke wall and disappears from sight.
øùú Mihndrid looks horrified as she jumps to the side, putting the flute to her lips again. The fiery expanse seems to be controlled by the music, and it expands to one side.
øùú Faelnon tries to catch Marietta as she goes, but can't stop her.
<@Narrator> There are several loud screams and wails that come from Marietta before there is a cold, terrifying silence. The wind stops, and the doors stop.
øùú Mihndrid looks positively terrified, despite her efforts, and her eyes flick to Faelnon.
<@Narrator> The wind returns, this time more cold than ever. It feels like an ice cold knife slicing through into the bone.
øùú Calaryn shivers
øùú Faelnon shivers from the cold.
øùú Mihndrid shivers and curls both hands around the flute, the fiery expanse doing little to defend them from the winds.
øùú Faelnon steps backwards, just after he does, a knife hurtles through, nearly hitting him.
øùú Foilae says, 'We have to get out of here, it is only going to get worse.'
øùú Mihndrid 's eyes widen, and she nods.
øùú Faelnon says, 'I've revised my no-hitting the Satan children. No killing, but we have to get them out of the way before they kill us.'
øùú Foilae nods before thinking how screwed up these children are going to be when they grow up. That is, if they live long enough to grow up.
øùú Mihndrid nods to the flaming wall, wordlessly asking if she should cut a path through it.
<@Narrator> A small archway appears in the flames to allow the group to escape.
øùú Faelnon hollers, 'Go!'
øùú Foilae heads through as quickly as possible.
øùú Calaryn runs for her life
øùú Mihndrid comes up behind Foilae and helps to push his chair along, the wall beginning to die the moment they left.
øùú Foilae is grateful for the assist, it allows him to cast a few well placed spells, pinning two children to the wall.
øùú Faelnon shoves a ten-year old out of the way of a door and tries to open it.
øùú Faelnon hits the window of a door with the end of his staff, only to have the staff stick into the door.
øùú Faelnon lets go of the staff and thinks that it is a bit odd for a staff to get stuck in a door.
øùú Foilae looks at the door and shrugs before saying, 'Doors! Open up already!'
<@Narrator> The door seems to reply, it throws the staff out, hitting Faelnon in the chest, and the doors begin swinging open and shut wildly.
øùú Faelnon grabs the staff and uses it to try and jam one of the doors open, 'Go, go!'
øùú Foilae doesn't need to be told twice (even though, he is), he goes into the room quickly.
øùú Faelnon shoves Mihndrid and Calaryn through before charging in himself, letting the door slam shut behind him.
øùú Faelnon sighs and slumps down against the door, enjoying the calm of the classroom they have entered.
øùú Mihndrid pants and leans against a nearby desk.
øùú Faelnon looks around, there is only one other door out of the classroom.
øùú Foilae spots the door and goes over to it. He shoves against it and it opens to a large locker room.
øùú Faelnon follows Foilae silently.
øùú Mihndrid stays leaning against the desk, looking extremely exhausted.
øùú Calaryn sees Faelnon and Foilae leaving the room and follows
øùú Foilae stops in the middle of the room and turns to Faelnon, 'Do you feel that?'
øùú Faelnon says, 'Oh what? The this school is a new playground of the devil vibe?'
øùú Foilae says, 'No, I meant the floor is tipping vibe.' And with that, the wheels skid around and begin down towards the end of the locker room. He manages to stop on such a gentle slope, but it is increasing.
øùú Faelnon looks at the floor, 'Oh.'
øùú Mihndrid carefully places the steaming flute in her pack, knowing very well if its used again or jostled about it'll shatter. As soon as this accomplished, she grabs onto a rack on the wall as the floor jolts.
øùú Faelnon half-runs, half-slides down to the end of the room to the door.
<@Narrator> The floor suddenly lurches so it is now sideways.
øùú Foilae yelps and crashes on top of the door.
øùú Faelnon falls over next to the door.
øùú Foilae manages to roll off the door, 'Well, *that* was fun.'
øùú Mihndrid grips the rack with all of her strength, looking with wide, horrified eyes at the other two down through the next room.
øùú Faelnon looks up at Mihndrid and is ready to catch her if she falls.
øùú Mihndrid looks up at the wooden rack, the expression on her face saying rather plainly that she'd rather go back outside then let herself drop all that way.
øùú Faelnon hauls open the door to see where it leads, it leads to a very long corridor.
øùú Faelnon takes a book that is now lying on the wall, he drops it through the doorway and it falls a long way before landing with a clunk.
øùú Faelnon closes the door and stands on top of it for good measure, 'Okay, that's bad.'
øùú Faelnon looks up at Mihndrid, 'I don't think we can get back up there, Mihndrid, it looks like you two will have to come down here...'
øùú Mihndrid looks down at him, her small fingers curled with a death-grip around the little paper rack, "Wha-a-a?”
øùú Faelnon turns to Foilae, 'Could you float them down?'
øùú Foilae says, 'Sure, but I need to know which is down.'
øùú Foilae says, 'Mihndrid, I know this isn't fun, but if you jump, we will catch you, magically or otherwise.'
øùú Foilae snaps his fingers, 'I've just thought of something.'
øùú Faelnon says, 'Then do it, I doubt we have much time.'
øùú Foilae looks at Faelnon, rolls his eyes and begins the incantation.
øùú Isondil peers down at Faelnon and Foilae
øùú Mihndrid gulps as she looks down at her dangling feet, and then to the two elves below.
øùú Foilae looks satisfied after he completes the spell, but nothing has appeared to have changed, he calls up, 'Okay, jump down.'
øùú Faelnon looks at Foilae, then up at the two.
øùú Isondil looks at Mihndrid and says 'You want to go first?'
øùú Mihndrid sighs, looking as if she was preparing to jump right to her death, but her pale fingers eventually let go and she drops down from the wooden rack.
<@Narrator> As Mihndrid falls, she is greeted by the sensation of falling through millions of gentle feathers, her decent slows down until she gently lands with Faelnon and Foilae
øùú Isondil jumps down after Mihndrid
øùú Mihndrid slumps against the wall...er...ceiling, looking rather sick.
øùú Faelnon looks at the two, 'There, wasn't that easy?'
øùú Foilae looks at Faelnon.
øùú Faelnon steps off the door to have a look about.
øùú Mihndrid wipes her brow and, ignoring Faelnon, says softly, "Thank you, Foilae."
<@Narrator> The door suddenly groans and falls down into the corridor.
øùú Faelnon looks horrified at the missing door.
øùú Isondil nods and says 'Thank you Foilae'
øùú Mihndrid looks sick again as she edges away from the now gaping hole.
øùú Foilae looks down the long, long corridor to the wreckage of the door, 'That's our next obstacle.'
øùú Faelnon says, 'Could you use the same spell again?'
øùú Mihndrid sighs, "Oh, do we have to?"
øùú Foilae nods, 'I'll need a few moments...'
øùú Faelnon says, 'Any other ideas?'
øùú Mihndrid looks flatly at the ground. Obviously, she doesn't.
øùú Isondil shakes his head
<@Narrator> Either side of the doorway, the 'floor' suddenly slopes inwards.
øùú Faelnon can't hold on and falls through the hole.
øùú Foilae doesn't get a chance to begin the spell as his wheelchair skids on the sloped 'floor' and he falls through the hole after Faelnon.
øùú Isondil slips and falls through
øùú Mihndrid groans as she tries to grasp the wall behind her, but her hands are tired from her long dangle from the paper rack and she slides after the other three.
<@Narrator> The four are hurtling to their deaths when suddenly their decent slows and changes course, into the proper floor.
øùú Faelnon hits the ground still going quite fast, he tumbles over and crashes along the corridor for a few metres.
øùú Isondil hits the floor and skids past Faelnon
øùú Foilae is thrown from his chair which crashes into a wall. He rolls along the floor for a while before managing to stop himself.
øùú Mihndrid slams into the ground rather then sliding, and she grimaces as a sharp crack emits from her pack, and her ankle.
øùú Faelnon groans and looks about.
øùú Mihndrid sighs, "This is getting better and better, is this building alive or something?"
øùú Faelnon says, 'I wouldn't put it past them.'
øùú Rue blinks, confused.
øùú Foilae manages to get back to his wheelchair.
øùú Isondil rubs his back and gets up painfully
øùú Faelnon stands up.
<@Narrator> There is a shrill laugh as a female emerges from a dark classroom. She steps out into the corridor.
øùú Mihndrid gets up, using her pack, but falls over wincing the moment she lets go, eyes darting to the newcomer.
øùú Isondil looks around at the woman
<@Narrator> It is Sarah, 'Well, hello you lot.'
<@Narrator> Sarah-'Death' grins at them, it looks exactly like Sarah apart from one part - her arms are severely burnt.
øùú Sarah puts on a face of mock concern, 'Oh dear, is everyone alright? Mihndrid, that ankle looks unpleasant, would you like me to get you a chair?'
øùú Mihndrid hisses, "Go back to hell."
øùú Isondil looks at Sarah's arms and wonders why they are burnt
øùú Sarah grins and waves her arms about, 'Already here.'
øùú Mihndrid gives her a steely glare.
øùú Faelnon looks at Sarah coldly.
øùú Isondil glares at Sarah
øùú Foilae says, 'Relinquish this body, creature.'
øùú Sarah grins at Foilae, 'How about you stand up and say that to my face.'
øùú Faelnon steps in between them, 'Get out.'
øùú Mihndrid hisses softly, "Disgusting creature..."
øùú Sarah grins, 'Aw, but this is so much fun. Children are so easy to corrupt.'
øùú Faelnon looks at 'Death's arms, 'What happened? You and your boss have a little disagreement?'
øùú Mihndrid sighs, thinking, 'Marietta.'
øùú Sarah smiles sarcastically at Faelnon.
øùú Sarah sighs and says, 'Well, I must be going. I keep on getting distracted, when I should be bothering more important people - people who think they matter.'
øùú Faelnon looks at Sarah and says, 'Are you going to start torturing yourself?'
øùú Sarah grins darkly at Faelnon before saying, 'See you tonight.' Her body is engulfed in flame as she disappears.
øùú Faelnon says, 'Lets get out of here.'
øùú Isondil nods and says 'What about Mihndrid's ankle? It looks broken'
øùú Mihndrid stands up again, using her pack for support.
<@Narrator> The group quickly return to the 'train, the children seem dazzled, but alright, a few of the eldest have rounded all of the children up and have sent messages out to their parents. Along the way back, the group ran into several bloody knives in the corridor where the wind was, but no sign of Marietta's body.
<@Narrator> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< The 'Quest' III ~ Well *I* want to. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
'The Best of the Rest'
03/07/23 19:06:59 <@Faelnon> i LikE teH DarK aGe of CaamManoT.
03/07/23 19:07:24 <@Faelnon> ... That was funny if you were me.
[One person in a billion would find that funny. Isn’t Faelnon a ‘special’ person? –Shandor]
øùú Rue calls to Faelnon. "Hey, Faely! Guess what?"
<@Calaryn> ooc: faely :p
<@Faelnon> OOC: "Faely" is reserved for people pissing him off and/or torturing him. So, Rue, go ahead :P
<@Rue> ooc - Exactly.
[*Waves* Hi Faely! –Shandor]
øùú Rue raises an eyebrow. "Hey, do you remember...?" She pulls the apple out. "When we used to do this?"
øùú Rue chucks the apple at Faelnon's head.
øùú Faelnon grabs the apple, smiles and says, 'You mean eat?'
øùú Rue shakes her head. "Nah, the fruit fights!"
øùú Faelnon says, 'Oh, I thought that was just Kalypse trying to choke me.'
<+Mihndrid> OOC: Faelers was suicidal two sessions ago. I'm not surprised.
<@Faelnon> OOC: He was?
<+Mihndrid> OOC: have a better word to describe thinking everything is your fault and that people die because of you? ;)
<@Faelnon> OOC: All he did was lock himself in a room with a person with a sword who wants to kill Fa... oh never mind.
øùú Faelnon throws the apple at Rue, only to have it spin around in the air and strike him on the forehead.
øùú Foilae chuckles from below.
øùú Rue collapses in giggles.
<@Faelnon> OOC: That could be a serious condition
<@Rue> ooc - *donk* MY CHAIR! *falls off of train*
<@Faelnon> OOC: So many people fall of the 'train nowadays...
<+Mihndrid> OOC: Must be a code.
<@Rue> OOC - lol
øùú Rue smiles at Faelnon and Foilae as she lets her thoughs drift back to the "good ol' days," like the first quest...or the second quest...or the beginning of the third quest.
[Notice how all the fun dropped of when yours truly disappeared and his wife died? –Shandor]
<+Mihndrid> OOC: Let's go with the pre-short people era
<@Faelnon> OOC: "... right before that unpleasantness that ruined all of our fun. Those buggers, they just had to up and die, didn't they?"
<@Rue> OOC - LOL, dragon fodder
<+Mihndrid> OOC: Terribly rude of them, really.
<@Faelnon> OOC: Exactly, completely selfish.
øùú Faelnon says, 'We could go investigate it.'
<+Mihndrid> OOC: And be attacked by the festering death and desease within. Why not? :D
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<@Faelnon> OOC: Alril left so quickly, it is almost like he doesn't like us. But we are such friendly folks.
<@Rue> OOC - *cough*YEAHRIGHT*cougH*
<@Faelnon> OOC: Say, there's an idea, how about a kid on the 'train? (No, not Isondil). Think of the family, Ariea's been dead for like.. a month and she gives birth to the dark messiah :D
[You leave Ariea out of this or I’ll bring her back and kick your ass! –Shandor]
øùú Rue asks, "Who eats apples anyways?" while, of course, munching on one.
<@Faelnon> OOC: Never let Mihwen hear that!
<@Rue> OOC - lmao
øùú Rue looks around, waiting for ominous thunder.
<@Faelnon> The thunder was running late today. It slept in, and then the subway was late, and ugh, that stupid fool gave him a double mocha latte with cream instead of a mocha latte with milk. Those morons!
<@Rue> OOC - I hate when that happens!
<@Faelnon> OOC: Exactly! I'm suing Starbucks.
<@Faelnon> The 'train reaches the front of the school and pauses.
<@Rue> OOC - But then what would happen to my chocolate brownie frappuccinos?
<+Mihndrid> OOC: So criminal.
<@Rue> OOC - You know you're addicted to Starbucks when....
<@Rue> OOC - You can spell frappuccino the right way.
<@Faelnon> OOC: frippy-frappy.
--->
<@Calaryn> ooc: noone told her anything
<@Faelnon> The thunder finally catches up and wakes Calaryn up. :D
øùú Calaryn waks up by the thunder and falls to sleep again
03/07/23 19:45:27 Trriibbuunnaalll.. *mouse hovers over start icon*
03/07/23 19:46:08 øùú Faelnon smacks Mihndrid upside the head.
03/07/23 19:46:29 >.o
03/07/23 19:47:09 It's right there O.o I can see it!
03/07/23 19:47:29 øùú Faelnon maximises the IRC window
03/07/23 19:48:08 Damn o.o
03/07/23 19:54:44 *little kiddies with pitchforks and funny hats run out from nowhere and spear Foilae*
03/07/23 19:55:12 <@Faelnon> lol
03/07/23 19:55:20 <@Faelnon> Don't hurt the cripple...
03/07/23 19:55:36 I was putting him out of his misery.
03/07/23 19:55:56 <@Faelnon> My arse.
03/07/23 19:56:14 <@Faelnon> (Not that my arse is causing him misery. No, what I me- I just will stop)
03/07/23 19:56:23 Good man.
03/07/23 20:02:07 This looks more like a strange new cult then a taken-over school
03/07/23 20:02:17 <@Faelnon> oh, yummy
03/07/23 20:02:34 The cultist school children.
03/07/23 20:02:39 Sounds like a cheesy novel title
03/07/23 20:02:45 <@Faelnon> lmao
03/07/23 20:02:49 <@Faelnon> *changes the session title*
03/07/23 20:03:01 Yes! XD
03/07/23 20:58:11 Hey, you know what's cool?
03/07/23 20:58:25 <@Faelnon> not falling to your death?
03/07/23 20:58:39 no, other then that o.o
03/07/23 20:59:05 <@Faelnon> oh
03/07/23 20:59:07 <@Faelnon> go on thten
øùú Faelnon looks at the door pensively.
øùú Faelnon looks at Foilae, 'It is your school, you go first.'
øùú Foilae says, 'It isn't my school, and you are the leader, you go first.'
øùú Faelnon says, 'Exactly, and as leader, I can order people to go first.'
øùú Foilae says, 'Then I quit.'
øùú Mihndrid jumps out the door, shouldering her pack, as if to say, "To hell with it, -I'll- go first."
øùú Faelnon grins at Mihndrid, then at Foilae, 'Works every time.'
øùú Foilae grins back, 'Like a charm.'
<+Mihndrid> OOC: Because you're more likely then not a psychotic polymorpher who wants to kill us.
[Always so cynical... Hey! That would’ve made a pretty sweet plot... –Shandor]
øùú Marietta looks down at the desk, before sighing and giving up, her voice drops its relative calm, 'If you can... the children. It's the children.'
øùú Marietta looks at Faelnon incredulously, 'They are stupid, annoying little brats, always demanding crap. I'm so sick of them I chopped them up and baked them into pies before burying the pies because they were eivl with the stupid little buggers.'
<@Faelnon> OOC: Well, now that I've destroyed her character, lets get back to the plot.
<+Mihndrid> OOC: Aww, you should keep that part ;)
[She sounds eerily like a teacher I had... –Shandor]
<@Faelnon> OOC: Would you like some pie?
<+Mihndrid> OOC: Is it cherry?
<@Faelnon> OOC: Um. It is red.
øùú Faelnon nods to Foilae, then says, 'We can't hurt them, they are just children after all.'
øùú Calaryn looks at Foilae 'How come?'
øùú Marietta screeches at Faelnon, 'They are brats! Unholy little buggers! Kill them!'
<+Mihndrid> OOC: I'm the relative size of one, and no one puts of killing ME for it
øùú Marietta looks at Mihndrid, terrified, 'There's one! A real ugly one too! Bake it! Kill it! Bounce it!'
<+Mihndrid> OOC: ...bounce it? O.o
<@Faelnon> OOC:... It is from Oliver Twist. Well, the bounce it part.
<@Calaryn> ooc: k...
<@Faelnon> OOC: SILENCE.
<+Mihndrid> OOC: I don't remember that book, at all. Maybe that's because I only read half of it O.o
<@Calaryn> oo: /me thinks colm have bounced alittle toooo much ;p
<@Marietta> OOC: Boing! Boing! Boing!
<+Mihndrid> OOC: Hey, lay off, pansy womanly man needs his exercise!
[Heh heh heh… ‘Boing! Boing! Boing!’ Oh, I mean: Faelnon= Pansy Womanly Man, heh heh. –Shan- *WHACK* You’re fired. –Faelnon.
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Are you going to fire me every single log?
<@Faelnon> Yes. Yes I am.
Um. Well, don’t you think the audience is going to get tired off it?
<@Faelnon> Pfft. They are morons, they’ll believe anything I say. See, watch this: Oi! You! Readers! Did you know that Shandor is actually a pigmy?
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Did you hear?! Shandor is a pigmy!
<@l33t-dude> OMG! WTF?! R34lly??!!?!?!?!?!? OMG WTF LOL.
I’m serious! It’s all over the place. Also, there have been rumours that Shandor is going to return as the dark pigmy leader and attack everyone.
<@l33t-dude> OMG! r0><0r!
Oh, and did you hear this: Faelnon is meant to be gay!
<@l33t-dude> WTF?!?!?!?!?!??!??! LMAO!
Yeah, it doesn’t happen until next session though.
[Next session’s aftermath:]
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So is it true?
It could be true...
He –does- spend a lot of time with men...
What is that stereotypical thingy? Gay men can detect another gay man? And that guard was –very- interested in Faelnon.
Lmao! That was priceless!
øùú Reader looks at Sqiggly, ‘Come on, you are his friend, fess up.’
<@Sqiggly> Er… Hug?
Hug?
HUG?!?
Faelnon is Sqiggly!
Of course! That’s why he is desperate to hug us.
<@Sqiggly> SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
[Well, wasn’t that delightful? –Shandor
Wait, Shandor? But I fired you, and none of that really happened!
That’s not what the audience will believe. And they will believe these photos... *waves brown envelope about*.
You’re blackmailing me?
Damn straight.
OH fine! You can have your job back. *Shandor coughs* Fine, and a 10% pay -*Cough*- ... fine, 20% pay rise.
Yay! –Shandor – who is keeping onto the logs and the ‘photos’]
øùú Marietta looks even more terrified before slowly nodding, her face as pale as snow.
<+Mihndrid> OOC: Yellowly snow. She must have jaundis.
<@Faelnon> OOC: lol.
øùú Marietta quickly adds to that description, 'In my day, our snow was always white.'
<+Mihndrid> OOC: Everyone thought I had it when I was a greater orc at a larp XD
<@Faelnon> OOC: lmao
<+Mihndrid> OOC: Damn yellow makeup x.x
øùú Faelnon shouts over the noise of the wind and the doors, 'Oh a strong wind? Is that the best you can do? What are you going to do, chap us to death?'
<+Mihndrid> OOC: Insano principal lady. Reminds me of my english teacher :D
<@Faelnon> OOC: lol
<@Faelnon> OOC: brb
øùú Mihndrid grooves in the meantime, since Jimferd isn't talking much |OOC
<@Faelnon> OOC: lol
<@Faelnon> OOC: and back
øùú Faelnon says, 'I've revised my no-hitting the Satan children…’
[Awww is Faely wealy being bullied by the meanie children? Will they not play with him? –Shandor.]
øùú Foilae nods before thinking how screwed up these children are going to be when they grow up. That is, if they live long enough to grow up.
øùú Mihndrid nods to the flaming wall, wordlessly asking if she should cut a path through it.
<+Mihndrid> OOC: Ho har har.
<@Calaryn> ooc: :p
<@Faelnon> OOC: Eh? Oh... I didn't even mean to insult you. I meant mentally... :D
<@Faelnon> OOC: We don't even have to try and insult her any more
<+Mihndrid> OOC: I was lightly laughing in reply to Foilferd's comment Sir Misinterpretation.
[Er, Mihnny, Foilae and Faelnon are run by the same person. -*half of the audience collapse of shock*- It’s happening again! –Shandor]
øùú Foilae sees a tiny child and runs her over. On closer inspection, he realises it is Mihndrid.
<@Faelnon> OOC: Imagine a pissed off Foilae with an evil face chasing down children in his superfast wheelchair
<@Faelnon> OOC: It is like Grand Theft Auto IV - The Sad Era.
øùú Foilae stops in the middle of the room and turns to Faelnon, 'Do you feel that?'
øùú Faelnon says, 'Oh what? The This-school-is-a-new-playground-of-the-devil vibe?'
<+Mihndrid> OOC: Classroom and lockeroom both or just lockers?
<@Faelnon> OOC: Why not, I'll go for both, please Bob.
<+Mihndrid> OOC: XD
<@Faelnon> OOC: Although, it would be better if you aimed for Foilae, he's softer, you could just bounce right off :d
<+Mihndrid> OOC: What was that you said before about not beating on the cripple?
<@Faelnon> OOC: Hey! You are the one who is going to land on him.
<+Mihndrid> OOC: Hey! You are the one who suggested it.
øùú Mihndrid sighs, looking as if she was preparing to jump right to her death, but her pale fingers eventually let go and she drops down from the wooden rack.
øùú Isondil looks at Mihndrid and says 'You want to go first?'
<+Mihndrid> OOC: There's your answer, hun :D
<@Faelnon> As Mihndrid falls, she is greeted by the sensation of falling through millions of gentle feathers, her decent slows down until she gently lands with Faelnon and Foilae (but not on Foilae, as that is mean).
øùú Isondil jumps down after Mihndrid
<@Faelnon> The same thing happens to Isondil, yada yada, we don't really care.
<+Isondil> ooc: lol ty
<+Mihndrid> OOC ..*smack*
<@Faelnon> OOC: I'm just preaching the truth, brothah!'
<+Isondil> ooc: I can't handle the truth
<+Mihndrid> OOC Shameless annoying quote there.
<+Mihndrid> OOC: I'll need more of a visual to get that one.
<@Faelnon> OOC: they aren't falling straight down, gravity is working properly or something and they land on the proper floor,
<@Faelnon> OOC: the floor retitled, but back to normal.
<+Mihndrid> OOC So they stand sideways?
<@Faelnon> OOC: They are standing on the proper floor, everything's how it should be. Well, apart from the Satan Children.
<+Mihndrid> OOC Ah, okay
øùú Mihndrid slams into the ground rather then sliding, and she grimaces as a sharp crack emits from her pack, and her ankle.
<+Mihndrid> OOC: There, more annoying crap to contend with ^^^^
<@Faelnon> OOC: :D
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<@Faelnon> OOC: hey
[os] nick(Rue) to (Rue)
<+Isondil> ooc: lol
<+Mihndrid> OOC: Hie Rue
[os] mode (#tildruin) +v Rue (Faelnon)
<+Isondil> ooc: hey rue
<+Rue> ooc - Hola
<@Faelnon> OOC: Wb
<+Mihndrid> OOC You missed a [Sqiggly Censored! – You have just been r0><0r’d.] of fun, sorry to say :/
<+Rue> OOC - So, am I getting briefed, or is it over?
<@Faelnon> OOC: It was quite fun
<@Faelnon> OOC: We are still going
<@Faelnon> OOC: I'm too lazy to PM, so here has what happened:
<+Rue> OOC - Well...um...the dog is damned cute, so there :p
<+Rue> OOC - How much longer will it be
<@Faelnon> OOC: We entered a corridor, wind starting blowing, doors starting slamming shut 'n' stuff, children starting singing a freaky ass song
<@Faelnon> OOC: No idea.
<+Rue> OOC- Eeekk....freaky ass song *shudder*
<@Faelnon> OOC: then there was a whole manner of freakiness. In any case, we got to a classroom and a locker room
<+Mihndrid> OOC And the floor goes whoosh O.o
<+Rue> OOC - lmao
<+Mihndrid> OOC ^.^
<@Faelnon> OOC: These promptly decided to spin over, and the group fell, big long scene here. In any case, they then fell down a biiiiiig long corridor before everything went back to normal and we crashed to the floor
<@Faelnon> OOC: And that's what has happened.
<+Rue> ooc - grrr...the IRC window is too big for my grandma's miniscule computer screen *sigh*
<+Rue> OOC- Allrighty
<+Mihndrid> OOC: Lol.
øùú Faelnon pats poor Ashli
<@Faelnon> OOC: Fair enough, oh, and the principal was slaughtered by Satan Children with knives.
<+Mihndrid> OOC: And the cripple fell out of his chair, and I just broke my flute. And my ankle XD
<@Faelnon> OOC: lol
<+Rue> OOC - Oops
<@Foilae> OOC: You're not getting my chair...
<+Mihndrid> OOC Foilae: Confounded modern contraptions
<@Foilae> OOC: Why in my day...
<+Rue> OOC - If you were crippled, you had to learn to DO WITHOUT YOUR LEGS!
<+Mihndrid> OOC I had to walk thirty miles to school while running from satan children through the SNOW
<+Rue> OOC - Uphill both ways
<+Mihndrid> OOC ;)
<@Faelnon> OOC: With nothing but a sharp stick
<+Rue> OOC - No shoes!
<@Faelnon> OOC: Fighting the lord of terror
<+Mihndrid> OOC I have to do something similar XD miles uphill
<+Isondil> ooc: lol
<+Mihndrid> OOC But to my house from the bus, not to school
<@Faelnon> OOC: Someone needs to catch up with their Real Life comics, anyway, to the craziness!
<+Rue> OOC - Eek!
<@Faelnon> There is a shrill laugh as a female emerges from a dark classroom. She steps out into the corridor.
<@Foilae> OOC: Let me guess.... the old hag did it? And the death was fake?
<+Mihndrid> OOC: What do you mean 'let me guess' game master boy?
<@Foilae> OOC: Hag.
<+Mihndrid> OOC: Cripple.
øùú Mihndrid hisses, "Go back to hell."
øùú Isondil looks at Sarah's arms and wonders why they are burnt
øùú Sarah grins and waves her arms about, 'Already here.'
<+Mihndrid> OOC There's my helpful imput of the day :D
øùú Mihndrid gives her a steely glare.
<@Faelnon> OOC: She was trying to help you, and you really hurt her feelings...
øùú Foilae says, 'Relinquish this body, creature.'
øùú Sarah grins at Foilae, 'How about you stand up and say that to my face.'
[There has to be at least one person in the ‘Quest’ who doesn’t bully Foilae. It, however, isn’t me. –Shandor]
øùú Sarah grins, 'Aw, but this is so much fun. Children are so easy to corrupt.'
<+Mihndrid> OOC We are? *looks at politics* Nevermind O.o
øùú Sarah grins darkly at Faelnon before saying, 'See you tonight.' Her body is engulfed in flame as she disappears.
<+Isondil> ooc: faely got a hot date!
<@Faelnon> OOC: Oo
[That’s Sarah! You stay away from her, Faelnon, or I’ll beat you with a stick. Uphill both ways. –Shandor]
øùú Faelnon posts something
<+Mihndrid> Good man!
<@Faelnon> OOC: Hell yeah.
[It ain’t in my logs, but Mihnny probably demanded Faelnon post something. If I had to take a very wild guess. –Shandor]
03/07/23 20:59:07 I came up with this theory
03/07/23 20:59:14 yes?
03/07/23 20:59:32 You know how in some books and movies they have a brief period where time is frozen or something?
03/07/23 20:59:39 <@Faelnon> yeah
03/07/23 20:59:48 Well, that wouldn't work.
03/07/23 21:00:09 <@Faelnon> Go on
03/07/23 21:00:18 Because if time stops, -everything- would stop
03/07/23 21:00:36 and you know gases and liquids have very fast moving molecules
03/07/23 21:00:42 but if time stopped, they'd stop too.
03/07/23 21:00:50 So you couldn't move, let alone breath.
03/07/23 21:00:57 Since the air would be a solid, like everything else.
03/07/23 21:00:59 <@Faelnon> *nods*
03/07/23 21:01:22 <@Faelnon> But then again, Arnold Big'uckingname gets shot, stabbed and blown up, yet still continues merrily.
03/07/23 21:01:26 Your blood would solidify too, but that's too gross to think about >.o
03/07/23 21:01:47 <@Faelnon> True, but if there was a field around you that wasn't
03/07/23 21:01:56 <@Faelnon> it would mean the air around you (and you) wouldn't be stopped
03/07/23 21:01:56 I'm just saying XD
03/07/23 21:01:58 <@Faelnon> so you would be okay
03/07/23 21:02:06 <@Faelnon> and the others wouldn't notice, as they are completely stuck
03/07/23 21:02:13 <@Faelnon> that is, if there is a field of time-stoppage
03/07/23 21:02:22 I didn't say all the books and movies are bad and should be killed :P Just a thought
03/07/23 21:02:36 <@Faelnon> Burninate the books!
03/07/23 21:02:40 O.o
03/07/23 21:27:13 Sarah_ looks at Mihndrid, 'That old hag? Dear lord no, I have better taste.'
03/07/23 21:27:22 that's not why she thought of it XD
03/07/23 21:27:30 <@Faelnon> Oh well.
03/07/23 21:27:31 <@Faelnon> Hag.
03/07/23 21:27:32 <@Faelnon> :P
03/07/23 21:27:37 and she didn't say it either o.o;;
03/07/23 21:27:39 lol
03/07/23 21:28:08 <@Faelnon> Hag hag hag hag hag hag hag.
03/07/23 21:28:12 <@Faelnon> I think I made my case clear.
03/07/23 21:28:13 <@Faelnon> :D
03/07/23 21:28:20 Pansy ass [You have been Sqigglynated] XD
03/07/23 21:28:26 <@Faelnon> lol
03/07/23 21:28:32 øùú Sandilor sits quietly
03/07/23 21:28:36 best I could come up with on such short notice
03/07/23 21:28:57 <@Faelnon> Isondil, you four-year-old stalker, hair-pulling slut.
03/07/23 21:29:00 Someone post, I'm too lazy to think of something
03/07/23 21:29:28 stalker? vara is the stalker
03/07/23 21:29:41 you both go to the strip club, case closed
03/07/23 21:29:45 i'm the victim
03/07/23 21:29:46 <@Faelnon> You were trying to stalk Varadrion when he got slice 'n' diced
03/07/23 21:29:54 Rue was on the roof earlier
03/07/23 21:30:01 lol
03/07/23 21:30:05 Its only there when you will it to be XD
03/07/23 21:30:27 lol
03/07/23 21:31:02 why were you trying to acess it?
03/07/23 21:31:10 access*
03/07/23 21:31:17 I was in my cabin, biatch
<+Mihndrid> OOC brb
<@Faelnon> OOC: Want to just end it there?
<@Faelnon> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< The 'Quest' III ~ Well *I* want to. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>