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Venefyxatu

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  1. I don't know the series, but I have no problem with blood and gore. *AND* I'm not prejudiced towards any characters Edit: Lemme rephrase that. I haven't seen the movies. Big surprise for anyone who knows my day-to-day habits
  2. Venefyxatu was still rubbing his sore ankle when the scientist approached him and said something about a rabies shot. The necromancer couldn't help but answer drily, "Thank you ... but I doubt that'll be a problem. If you'll excuse me for a moment?" After a nod from TheResearcher, Venefyxatu moved over to Whisky in Babylon to congratulate her, nodding a greeting to Tanny and Mynx on the way, wondering who the drunken guy was. OOC: Congrats
  3. Intrigued by the commotion coming from the Cabaret Room, Venefyxatu peeks in. Immediately intrigued at the sight of the Death of Rats holding an interesting device, he then makes the mistake of actually entering the room, right when the Grim Squeaker opens fire. Almost as a reflex, the near-undead necromancer becomes incorporeal, thus avoiding getting hit by stray bits of tangerine. Fortunately for him, fruit rarely has a soul ... After carefully weighing his options, Venefyxatu decided not to do anything just yet, and see what would happen next ...
  4. On that same note : "a wizard is never late. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!" Cats have perfected this technique ...
  5. Patrick asked me to post this for him, since the Pen website seems to be rather hostile towards him at the moment ... here it goes
  6. [OOC]Yes, I'm resurrecting an old thread. Necromancy is my thing Besides, Tanny and Patrick are in on this [/OOC] Suddenly there is light, followed by vague vibrations in the air. The temperature starts changing rather suddenly and at first it moves away, afraid of this change. Soon, though, it doesn't remember that things were ever different and it starts waiting for those new creatures it can sense ...
  7. His admonition to the other villagers to not turn into werewolves had been meant to lighten the mood a little bit, but now that it was obvious that there was still at least one of those creatures around it didn't seem so funny anymore. Wheeling uncharacteristically silent through the streets, Mario wondered how they would defend themselves against it ... if it were possible at all to defend oneself against something so ... unnatural and hidden. At least the military ships that had hunted him all over the seas had ben either sinkable, or too slow to keep up. Slowly, his thoughts returned to the present, to the recent tragedy, to Juliet. She'd been a nice enough girl, and so happy about going to be married soon, too. At least she wouldn't have to live with the fear and the suspicion ... but by Poseidon's beard, it was a huge waste of life! And he wasn't going to sit back idly and do nothing at all if there was a chance that more villagers would follow. Mario leaned forward a bit to unhook a few clasps behind his back. When he drew his sabre and started rolling through the streets a lot faster, he was flying a wheelchair-sized pirate flag. "YARRRRRRR!! We'll not surrender to this beast, will we!? When that thing comes back, we'll show it that we're not just some fat trader it can plunder at its whim! It'll walk the plank before the next sunrise if we all take up weapons, and show it what we're made of!" OOC : randomly voting for Giles Jordan
  8. OOC : Patrick, I'm almost ashamed to kill the mood you've so beautifully set with my character, but ... "YARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!" The yell pierced a discussion of a small group of villagers who jumped and looked around, even though they looked rather relieved that nobody had turned into a werewolf. Mario wheeled up and joined in. "We've been lucky, haven't we mateys? Nobody turned into sharkfood, nobody turned into a werewolf, and perhaps the beast moved on to more nourishing towns. Anyone want a swig?" Holding up his bottle to the group, Mario grinned when they all declined. "Fine, more for me then ... my rum isn't gone quite yet!" Mario took a swig, wheeled his chair around and went looking for more people to share with, but not before sharing a few last words of advice with the ones he was leaving behind : "Don't you go turning into wolves now, or I'll turn you into door mats!" It was then that they noticed he had his trusty sabre, the one with the skull-and-crossbones carved into the guard, with him.
  9. That is, of course, unless you are (un)dead. Not breathing seems to be a good excuse to be idle for longer than that. Character : Captain Mario Delas, retired-pirate-in-a-wheelchair. Mario was once a very successful pirate (ie : he stayed alive and got quite a lot of treasure buried in places he doesn't even remember) once, until one day he just got fed up with it. He decided to retire in a quiet little village where, coincidentally, this game is taking place. Before retiring, however, he spent quite a lot of money to have a magician replace his wooden peg with a real leg again. As the magician made a few mistakes, Mario ended up in a wheelchair and the magician moved permanently to the nearest graveyard. Mario got rid of his eye patch (it itched too much, and interfered with his depth perception anyway), bought himself a nice home in town, and spends his days wheeling through the streets, drinking rum (hey, it's not gone!) and generally being nice to everyone, as long as his joints aren't aching. If they are, it's best to avoid him ... Expect lots of "Yarr"-ing and "Matey"-ing. I don't even want to know what my writing would be like if I were drunk ...
  10. Damn, I knew it! You Carebear-enforcing soup-poisoning "belittle-brothering" hag!
  11. In a brief, fleeting moment of consciousness Ebenizer tried to open his eyes, then quickly gave up as it not only felt impossible, but the mere thought made him nauseous again. Before he passed out again he thought, "Poisoned soup? That is so un-cool it's not even funny ..." OOC : Sorry, couldn't help it
  12. After storming out of the art gallery, Ebenizer walked a few blocks at a brisk pace to calm down again. He was just about to start heading back, figuring he'd be completely calm again by the time he got to the gallery, when it started raining. Muttering a few choice words like "shucks" and "golly", Ebenizer started running. The rain looked like it'd continue falling for the rest of the day, and in spite of the risk of getting killed, he didn't want to leave his work alone for too long. After all, if someone didn't mind killing the other artists, they'd have no problem with destroying the art, either ... Just as he got back to the door, the rain stopped as suddenly as it had started. With another muttered "flehh", he entered the gallery and stayed near the heating in an attempt to dry himself up a little ... OOC : Changing vote to Finnius / Ed the Fish.
  13. Ebenizer was writing and as such didn't notice he was one of the last ones still in the gallery. Just as he was refilling his pen with ink, he was interrupted by crashing noises from the other end of the gallery. A large ink blob all over the table and, worse, his new manuscript, made him swear so loudly and viciously that it even shocked himself - he'd never known he knew those words! Still something had happened, and Ebenizer ran after officer Craig to see what it was. When he saw, though, he ran even faster ... this time towards the restrooms. When he came back, slightly pale, officer Craig took him aside for some questions. With the combined shock of losing his manuscript and seeing a dead Giles, it didn't take long for Ebenizer to lose his temper. "I don't know what's worse - that we're being killed one by one, that I just lost a whole day of work, or that we're being treated as suspects here!" With that, he stormed off, not stopping to pick up his tools and slamming the gallery door behind him. OOC : Waitwaitwait, there's only one wolf? Holding vote until that very important matter is cleared up ... (not that it'll change much ... ) *slow* Thank you In that case : vote for Tanuchan / Cornelia Polka-dotted pajamas, huh??
  14. When Ebenizer heard the news of another death, he started wondering whether the art contest was somehow haunted ... or cursed. It did give him a nice idea for a manuscript, though, so he immediately went to work ... OOC : voting for Mith / DC. Sorry 'bout being late and then throwing a few sentences together and calling it a post, I had a busy weekend >.<
  15. And ... I hadn't even noticed. I actually had to look up the PM to check whether I could see the other recipients. Shows how awake I was
  16. Ebenizer's thoughts kept returning to the news of the day, especially as to how the murder had happened. Smothered by ballots? For some reason the word "Unlikely" kept floating through his mind. To test this theory, he picked up one of the blank sheets that he'd taken along to write on during the boring moments of the day, looked up and put it over his face. After a full minute of not choking he was about to decide it was impossible, when a sharp hiss from Cory made him start, causing the paper to float to the floor. "Ebby, what are you doing?" "Nothing specific ... besides, artists are supposed to be eccentric." With another roll of her eyes, Cornelia told him to be a little less obviously eccentric and hurried over to someone who was ignoring the smoking ban in the building a little too closely to her LilahSpider. Ebenizer just sighed and rearranged his table a little to show one of his most favourite maps a little better. OOC : Voting for Merelas - Jordan Mountjoy ******************* (reasoning removed ... sorry)
  17. I realized too late that I forgot two important things today when going to work : 1) My book (for spending time in traffic jams) 2) My TOWEL! May 25th is towel day, meant to be a tribute to Douglas Adams. More info here (clickity). I may have forgotten mine at home, but at least I know *exactly* where it is though Time to get some more work done, towel or no towel ... so long, and thanks for all the fish!
  18. WW: Profanity ... there's a thought Don't worry, and take your time. I have more patience than money, plastic bags and dust combined ... Good luck!
  19. Interesting ... not only did the last of the king-hating humans prefer death to surrendering, but the one who killed him knelt down and ... asked for forgiveness? Darwin couldn't quite make out what he was mumbling. He'd have to ask about it, given a chance - it looked like an interesting ritual. For now, however, he settled for joining the group in the street, offering a traditional greeting among his kind : bare hands raised with all four clawed, scaly fingers pointing towards himself as a sign of good intentions. They probably wouldn't know the details, but it was the most non-hostile gesture he knew. All he could do was hope that they'd at least recognize it as such or, failing that, that he'd cast faster than they attacked. Trying to keep as much of his natural hiss out of his voice as he could, which wasn't very much, he spoke to the one that had taken charge. "I believe the people here would be glad to see my back as well ... would you mind if I joined you?" Quietly he waited, not lowering his hands before the other had spoken.
  20. Keeping sign up open longer is okay for me. Closing it on schedule is also okay for me. I love it when I can be easy-going and don't have to complicate things Name : Ebenizer Marlend Art : Calligraphy, illumination, map making. Ebenizer makes old documents : he does calligraphy, illumination, and where necessary makes maps. For the last bit he can use the experience of being a professional cartographer for the last 4 years. He is the kind of guy who desperately wants to be cool, is convinced he is, but is somehow always just falling short. His shades keep sliding to the tip of his nose when he's least prepared for it, he's just a bit too self-conscious in every situation, and not self-confident enough to use all the current hype-words comfortably. Rather than a rugged stubble, not shaving gives him sloppy-looking patches of fur on his cheeks. The blonde highlights on his pincushion-hair are exactly the wrong tone and his leather jacket is too new and doesn't go with his baggy trousers, which look as though he's drowning in them. He's tried (unsuccessfully) to create a mystery around himself by claiming he's travelled all around the world for his job to verify various measurements. Unfortunately, he told the lies so poorly that nobody believed them for even an instant. The only thing that's mildly mysterious about him is his somewhat unusual name : nobody bothered trying to figure out whether it's his real name or an alias. Winning the art contest and having his work displayed in various public buildings would make him a whole lot more interesting, wouldn't it? Right??
  21. *walks in* *looks around* *takes off sunglasses* I'm in ...
  22. Darwin had been staying in Kiart for two days now and enjoyed it there; the humans didn't remember his race well enough to recognize him for what he was so they left him alone, although it was obvious that they felt uncomfortable around him and wanted him to leave. He didn't mind; his purpose in life was not making humans comfortable. What he did mind was that the town was already getting boring - there was nothing more to be learned here. When he was about to leave his room and go for another walk around the town, he heard commotion on the street. Quickly he moved to the window, eager to see what was going on. "Ayldon isn't my king..." The Ashter watched with interest as the conversation carried on and more people added themselves. Apparently, those who favoured this king of humans were the stronger group here. One of them raised a stick to his lips and then produced a sharp sound in response to which one of the king-haters, the one who'd pretended to faint earlier, stiffened and fainted again. Perhaps he was faking again, perhaps not - Darwin kept watching that one to try and find out. Unfortunately, however, he lost sight of the fainted human in the confusion that followed. While the humans were killing each other, Darwin decided to get a closer look at the result. Checking his cloak to make sure it hid as much of his body as possible, he started breathing more quietly and left his room and the inn, just in time to see the last blow being dealt ...
  23. The black Mercedes drove by the entrance to the Vylenard gardens. A few minutes later it drove by again and pulled into a parking spot. The driver waited a few moments for a few passers-by to go around a corner before getting out; someone wearing gloves and a long black coat with the hood up would draw suspicion on a night that was merely chilly. Especially if someone would notice the sunglasses under the hood. Andreas entered the gardens through the gate, since it was never locked anyway. He'd had a feeling something was going to happen here tonight since he woke up and decided to give in to it. After all, if you're undead and have spoken with the dead, you learn not to cast those feelings aside lightly. He made no attempt to hide his presence, his shoes clicking on one of the paths going through the gardens. As such, the three Kindred already present there weren't surprised to see him show up. "Sneaking up on an Assamite? Only a Malkavian would be able to come up with a reason for that." There was a hint of a smile in his gentle, alluring voice when he said that and joined the others. OOC : If a Malk can come up with a reason for sneaking up on an Assa-ssassin-mite, he'll probably be able to come up with a reason for voting on him too Vote for Mithrandin / Osidian
  24. Excellent work! *admires stains*
  25. Looking nice 'n shiny in Firefox here! (Opera doesn't do everything, but that's normal ) One other bug I noticed : I currently have -2 New Messages It's fairly minor, but every bug reported is a new future stain on the wallpaper
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