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Amateur Hippies: You are led back into a small room, with a few comfy pillows to sit on. The walls are very bare, save for a logo of the church of Her Lady Caladenzia. "Please, sit, relax, and hold hands, as all your questions become answered." He waits for you to join the sewing circle before letting you pester him about the church. Jello Lass: The hippies are wandering around being very boring. You see nothing of the sort that suggests they're going into any secret rooms. You might have to investigate further yourself, rather than wait for outside impetus.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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"Wait, is this going to be a psychic-slash-divine brain vision thing? I want to know what to expect here." Eshti folds her arms and gives her best "what are you trying to sell me" look, though it's probably wasted on these silly people.
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"A crude way of saying it, but yes. We shall venture into the ether, to meet with Her Lady, as you wished. Her glory and magnificence shall be laid bare for you to behold, free from the confines of this mundane life." He passes out biscuits, in case anyone's hungry.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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"No thanks, I'm allergic to biscuits. And to food." She looks around her team mates, giving them her other best look, which the one that says "I don't think this is a good idea".
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woah there, sunshine, I'm not 'venturing beyond the confines of my mundane life' twice in one day. Long story, but I'm not doing it. Looky here, Barnum, if this gets into personality tests and subscriptions then hold back, noooo way.
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He blinks, confused for a moment. You were so convinced that you wanted to meet Her Lady, and now you're all butthurt about it? *suspicions aroused!*
You shall have to think fast. Or murder him silently. Those are generally equivalent.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. Last edited by Fragmaster01; Feb 25th, 2013 at 07:37 PM. |
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Adrian smirked to herself as she slipped unnoticed. 'Step one: sneak away. Step two.... hmm, I probably should have written it down. All I remember was that step three was definitely profit.'
A quick glance around showed her that there was nothing worth noting where she had hidden, so if she wanted to achieve anything she'd have to move. She took a single last glance at her companions as they are led away. 'Hopefully they're able to hold off any stupid ideas until I get back to bail them out of it.' That thought nearly made her burst out laughing. She might as well pray that the sun don't rise in the morning as far as she was concerned. Well, whatever. They were durable if anything, so even if (or rather, when) they did do something stupid, they'd probably be fine. Probably. With a few quick gestures and muttered arcane divine words, Adrian went from Cast invisibility on selftranslucent to transparent, and carefully slinked away, Dice Perception Check (?):
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Talos can see that this may end quickly. Hoping to not arouse anything else he suggests, "Guys, relax! I'm sure this small man is just trying to answer our request. There's no need to be afraid... I think. How about a couple of those with 'skepticism' go ahead and meet The Lady through this little vision quest. And the others can hang back." And hopefully make sure we stay alive.
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This earns Talos a metal-handed slap on the back. "Thanks for volunteering, buddy. Glad we can still depend you like always. Which one did you used to be again?" She touches her nose and takes a step back, just in case anybody gets ideas about her own intentions.
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After giving Eshti a sneering look over his shoulder, Talos does a little prayer that he won't be the only one going. "I was the dragon remember? Now surely I must not be the only one wanting to see her Lady. Who will be joining me?"
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The Zombie gives a wide if slightly forced smile "Oh yes! Hail to the Lady! It will be ever so nice to finally join with her! All blessings to the lady."
She see slitherssteps forward "I am ever so grateful to you for letting us have this opportunity."
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The Zombie and the Pony join with the Hippie in grand communion! They're really quiet. Maybe you should find a marker, and draw on their faces. They leave their reverie, with Zombie and Pony looking around the room as if everything was full of stars. The hippie opens his eyes, and looks to the heavens(which are currently made of moth eaten plywood). "I have seen her mind, and yours. Such pain, you carry within yourself. But it can all be set free, and used for greater purpose! Come, my friends. Join with me, not in fear of Her Lady, but in celebration of what she can offer. When you are accepting of the input, you become master of the output, and find true happiness." "Is there not room to coexist? Her Lady only desires peace." He offers a hand of friendship and love to the rest of the crew. Adrian: You don't see anything really valuable. Still, after a bit of wiggling around, everyone in the little convent stares towards the room your friends are in all at once, as if being made known of some terrible faux pas in their presence. They sigh, and shake their heads. Such silly people who have come to their doorstep. Salvation will be tricky, yet well worth the effort.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. Last edited by Fragmaster01; Feb 26th, 2013 at 07:54 PM. |
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"Wooooow!" the zombiesnake croons, looking at the torch on the wall. "Did you notice that that fire is, like... so... flamey? And... hot and stuff? Its... ... wwooooow..."
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"Duuuude! Check out my hoof! It's... whoah. I can like see the particles and stuff."
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Adrian, can I just kill this guy please? I used to do this fascinating mind control thing for a living and this nitwit is pure amateur. Would anyone miss him? Or do we need to contact Lady Colostomy so badly?
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