The local gathering point of Sali Island is known simply as The Plaza. It's a gigantic square, paved with cobbles and bricks, that centers around a large clock tower. There are small gardens placed hither and yon for people to sit around on the myriad of stone and wooden benches. Trees grow all along the edge of the plaza for your sitting pleasure, and various oaks also sprout from between the cobbles to defy landscapers.
The Plaza is known for its relaxing atmosphere, a place people can sit and rest. There is but one sign that reads as follows:
Plaza Rules:
1. No weapons
2. No fighting
3. No ground wars
4. No Mrs. Teal
Roger seemed distant. He was walking through the city with his neck sticking out, taking in everything he saw. He didn't quite understand the magic behind many of the things he saw but didn't let it bother him; it was a nice place. He still had his spells, which was comforting, and he still had his mind, which was VERY comforting, so he decided to just have a seat and wait to see what happened next.
Michael walked into the plaza calmly, Absol at his side. He quietly sat down on a bench and started to relax. Absol, wanting action, began to bark loudly.
Roger looked up from where he was sitting at the strange creature and the man next to it. "Is that your pet?" He wasn't trying to get it to shut up, he was mostly curious.
Bellamin, for his part, tried to stay inconspicuous as he entered the plaza, the hood of his cloak up. He too noted the presence of the strange animal. No point in staying too quiet, he thought to himself, and with all the weird magics they use here... what did they call them? Computers? Robots? Well, I'm sure I'm not the weirdest one around. He took off the hood and walked toward the two people who had just begun their conversation, his blueish skin glinting in the sunlight, as if it were wet.
Nick slowly walks around the plaza, with his camera around his neck. He is taking pictures of all the beautiful vegetation he see's or if he spots a bird or so, and occasionally another person.
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It's time to get out of the desert and into the sun.
"Oh, that doesn't matter good fellow!" *the viashino named Krensae walks up* "Just take a bench and or frolic about!" *top hat falls off*
...*small bolt of lightning springs form his fingers, striking the hat.*
*reaches into bag, pulls out hat, and puts it back on head, readjusting his monicle*
OOC: I'm in stitches right now, really. I had to run with this.
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"I'm Roger." He saw the Absol leave "Your friend just ran away." He decided to say, being bluntly obvious. "You know what this place is? I don't remember ever 'walking or anything, there was me back home and then me here, no in between." He paused for a moment then said, "So kid, how would I go about getting a friend like yours?"
Tharian the mighty half dragon walks into the Plaza, takes one look around then runs over to the nearest video game both and proceeds to take it apart trying to figure out how it works....
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"As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -- Varsuvius, Order of the Stick
Tharian, having gotten bored of the video-game device decides to walk over to where bores and Nimo are talking, he looks down at Absol and says... "What pray tell is that?" pointing at the pokemon....
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"As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -- Varsuvius, Order of the Stick
To the awe of everyone around an Angel drops from sky and lands gracefully in the middle of the plaza, in front of the clock tower. She folds her wings, and as she does the fingers start to radiate in the sunlight beaming through them. She scanned the place and saw a few people walking around, the one drawing the most attention was the giant man talking with a much smaller one and gracefully went to meet them, her eyes twinkling as she arrived at their side Elaisa said in a sweet and friendly voice "Hi there!"
Bores: Nimo. Bores like that name. It simple like Bores. Oh Bores almost forgot this is Bores Jr. Say hello Bores Jr.
He pulls up the rock and pats its top.
Bores: Bores Jr. says hello.
OOC: Elsewhere
A thin frail looking man walks in maddness all around him. He pauses and just stares at the sky. He be heard saying only two things over and over again.
Purple: Purple. Rain. Purple. Rain.
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Elaisa also arches a brow at the man and his rock (ooc: or actually the rock and his man :p), after just giving the big man a nod she turns to Nimo "Hello, what's your name? Mine is Elaisa."
Roger noticed Bores enter the plaza... but then again, who didn't? He sighed, Bores would be trouble, he was big, and he could talk to a rock. Roger then turned his head back to the pokemon trainer. "Wow, it got busy here fast."
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A tall man in a tattered cloak appears near the center of the plaza, his face, although skeletal, looks like it has been through a lot. He isn't the happiest character in the world. When he sees the world around him he nearly starts crying, everything is beautiful, everything is clean; the sight of it almost brings him to his knees.
Elaisa smiles at the comment of the giant man who calls himself Bores "Well... I don't think it will make you pretty, but if I give you one of my feathers it might give you luck... if you take one from me however it will do the opposite. So... do you want a feather? I won't mind."
ooc: Why not..this place is the embodiment of Planar Chaos.
A cloaked figure enters the square. The person isn't that tall, but isn't remarkably small either. Nothing can be seen of this person's face, and hands are not visible.
And yes, no incantatrix for you. Or anyone. That class makes puppies cry. Mostly because they are the former Big Bads who have been Baleful Polymorphed into said puppies. By you. Because you're an incantatrix.
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Remember, the girl that just killed an aspect of herself before literally consuming her?
Yeah, I don't see her handling a pissing match in any way other than a duel.
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Yes mistress...
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I suppose it's true. Though the logistics implied in a human/Great Wyrm Prismatic Dragon pairing makes me shudder.
...Something tells me that even should all arcane casters in the world unite, that the Grease spell would NOT be sufficient.
Tharian looks like he is trying to concentrate really hard... "If a dog has bigger teeth than a Smilodon, then a Dog must be gigantic...." it is obvious that Tharian has never seen a house cat....
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The Plaza is known for its relaxing atmosphere, a place people can sit and rest. There is but one sign that reads as follows:
Plaza Rules:
1. No weapons
2. No fighting
3. No ground wars
4. No Mrs. Teal
My helpdesk should you need me.
thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
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World of Pokemon---------------------------Michael Syne
Magic the RPG-------------------------------Forace
Community Project(Fantasy)-----------------Sammy Matthews
Disegreth-----------------------------------Sussania
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thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
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I have 15 cookies in my cookie jar.
Bored from the conversation, Absol ran off and was running around scratching a few small plants.
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World of Pokemon---------------------------Michael Syne
Magic the RPG-------------------------------Forace
Community Project(Fantasy)-----------------Sammy Matthews
Disegreth-----------------------------------Sussania
The Pen and Paper Inn(Project PlanarChaos)--Valarie Liadon
I have 15 cookies in my cookie jar.
...*small bolt of lightning springs form his fingers, striking the hat.*
*reaches into bag, pulls out hat, and puts it back on head, readjusting his monicle*
OOC: I'm in stitches right now, really. I had to run with this.
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
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Bores: Bores have a mighty thirst. You people know where Bores find something to drink in new place?
The man seems oddly familiar to some and foreign to others.
Bores: Borse not sure little person. But Bores have big Bores like thrist which Borse much quench. Bores name Bores by the way. Who you are?
Bores extends a giant hand down to you.
Bores: Nimo. Bores like that name. It simple like Bores. Oh Bores almost forgot this is Bores Jr. Say hello Bores Jr.
He pulls up the rock and pats its top.
Bores: Bores Jr. says hello.
OOC: Elsewhere
A thin frail looking man walks in maddness all around him. He pauses and just stares at the sky. He be heard saying only two things over and over again.
Purple: Purple. Rain. Purple. Rain.
IC: Tharian stops poking the Pokemon, then he turns to Nimo and says "What is a Dog?"
Bores: Pretty feather.......Oh Bores wonder if Bores pluck pretty feather if Bores become pretty to.
For some reason it appears evident that the face on the rock has changed to a face of disapproaval.
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A tall man in a tattered cloak appears near the center of the plaza, his face, although skeletal, looks like it has been through a lot. He isn't the happiest character in the world. When he sees the world around him he nearly starts crying, everything is beautiful, everything is clean; the sight of it almost brings him to his knees.
thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
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A cloaked figure enters the square. The person isn't that tall, but isn't remarkably small either. Nothing can be seen of this person's face, and hands are not visible.
The person turns around, gazing at everything.
"Oh god, not again." The voice is feminine.
"I am in the arcane, and the arcane is in me."
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Deraxas, Dark Maiden of Shimia,, still oddly obsessed with a mindmage.
The grin on his face only becomes larger.