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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: ...

Attacks the burglar

Posted on 2008-10-04 at 02:08:11.

Topic: Witchcraft rpg
Subject: Question for Vesper

Do you have any thoughts on where this glorious tale of ours is going to take place? Or at least start from?

Posted on 2008-10-03 at 18:43:36.

Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: ...

collection of bananas.

Posted on 2008-10-03 at 18:21:07.

Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: well that explains alot

Lord is drunk...
Grugg is chocolaty sweet... and...
Eol is spazzed out!


hmm... Favorite mode of transporation?

Mine: anything where someone else drives

Posted on 2008-10-03 at 18:00:31.

Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: ...

a burglar perched

Posted on 2008-10-03 at 17:35:53.

Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: ...

Once Upon A

(well that was supposed to be 'Your favorite pizza' but it seems I didn't make that clear. But here we will try and get this back to a storyline... instead of just completly random three word posts)

Posted on 2008-10-03 at 17:27:24.

Topic: The Sharpeness of Smoke
Subject: Scaredy Cat

After smelling the Chinese food Ellgawen was glad that the man had decided to give her the tuna and milk and not make her try to eat whatever was growing in that paper box. The milk was great and she heartily lapped it all up with her cute rough little pink tongue and then attacked the tuna with equal fervor. Every drop of milk and every bit of the tuna was gone before she stopped and sat down next to the empty bowls licking her paws gently. Poised on the side table looking down at Alex on the floor eating his own dinner she let out a few satisfied ‘meows’ at him. He looked up at her with a raised brow for a moment, and then raised up slightly to see over the edge of the table and smiled.

“All done I see. Guess you were hungry. Well let me finish up my meal and then we’ve got some work to do.” He looked back down into the container, a few bits of rice and soggy vegetables floated in a thick sauce at the bottom, he made a slight face at what had consisted of his dinner for the past three years, sighed and dropped his fork into the sauce. Em hadn’t been a cook, for as brilliant and talented as she was she couldn’t figure out how to turn a recipe in a cook book into something anyone would want to eat. But he could, he used to whip up these wonderful meals that would have Em melting just at the smells coming from the kitchen. Now that it was just him though, he didn’t see the point, dinner’s consisted of take out Chinese, pizza, and hot wings down at the bar.

Ellgawen watched as he rose up off the floor, apparently having decided that the dinner wasn’t worth finishing after all, good choice, she thought to herself. When he reached out to pet her head she leaned her face up and licked his finger with her tongue. He laughed slightly.

“Yeah, your welcome…” he said gathering up her dishes, stacking his empty Chinese container atop them he walked off into the kitchen. She could hear him from the front room, but it was all typical kitchen noises so she decided to do some more exploring while he cleaned up dinner. Having a second look at the room she realized it was perfect for a cat, and in a smooth graceful movement she was up one the top of one of the bookshelves. Dusty up here too, she sneezed softly from the dust she disturbed when she leapt up, she’d have to get him to clean that up eventually, but for the moment she’d take the dust in order to keep the view. From that particular bookshelf she had visibility of the whole library and, more importantly, the front door. After a few minutes the man walked back in, and stopped at the door way looking around.

“Well where did you go? Ate and left, is that how this goes?” He sounded slightly miffed at the thought, and took a few more moments to look around the room for her, but never raised his eyes high enough to catch sight of her. With another sigh he sat down at the desk, the leather chair creaking beneath him as he sat and started to riffle through the papers spread across the desk. She watched for a few more moments. She enjoyed toying with humans, even the human she had chosen as hers, they were so easily confused. However the kitty instinct soon won out, the pile of papers he was going through was simply too tempting to pass up, and she leapt down from the bookshelf and landed on the floor by his chair.

He jumped as he heard her land next to him and turned in the chair, one hand gripping the chair and the other hand fumbling on the desk as if looking for something, eyes slightly wide, until they rested on the kitty on the floor stretching out her back casually, as if she had no idea she had scared him.

Jumpy ain’t you? she thought out loud with a small snicker. And without waiting for him to respond or completely calm back down she jumped up to the desk and plopped herself down on the pile of papers he was riffling through and started to bat at a pen that was laying atop them.

Out of the corner of her eye she caught him blinking, and looking around again, sparing a slight look to the spot where she had jumped from, the plumb of dust coming off of it a sure sign that that was where she had been hiding. Slowing his heart back down he turned back to the desk.

“You scared the lights out of me. Don’t do that…” he started and then seemed to think of the voice again, he leaned in and squinted his eyes staring at the little grey fluff ball, “That wasn’t… you?”

Kitty simply grabbed the pen in her paws and started to gnaw on the tip of it. “No…” He ran his hands threw his hair and rubbed at his temples. “God Alex, it’s just been a long day, a long day, your jumping at shadows and imagining things…” He looked over at the glass of scotch, nodded slightly to himself and slouched back in the chair.


Posted on 2008-10-03 at 16:41:38.

Topic: Witchcraft rpg
Subject: Oh....

Extra 15 points to put anywhere I want... *rubs hands together devilishly* Now I'll get to do some of those things I had taken off because I ran out of points! Sweet! Thanks Vesp, I'll have to work up a revised char sheet tonight and resend it to you.
Glad to hear your back and besides being tired and dirty are all good

Posted on 2008-10-03 at 14:03:22.

Topic: Witchcraft rpg
Subject: Character Creation

Vesper has not said anything about using the alternative point system. I believe everyone else has created their character using the basic rules.

Posted on 2008-10-02 at 19:52:39.

Topic: Witchcraft rpg
Subject: Age Quality

Is expensive. 5 points per century to buy. Actually I think it might be the most expensive quality out there. And I think it is one of those things you have to purchase at character creation, it doesn't really make sense to have a character started in play and then buy age quality and give them a longer life suddenly.
It does say that once a character has amassed a certain essence pool (I believe it is 100) they slow the aging process down at that point, and it continues to slow as they gain more essense.
But if you want to do it, yeah definatly ask Vesper, and you will have to pick less other qualities due to the high price.
Ellgawen (Smoke) has it for kitty past lives, but trust me I had to do some hard thinking about what else to drop in order to do it.

Posted on 2008-10-02 at 19:50:28.

Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: Wow!

We really are fourth! That's the highest I've ever seen us! How exciting!


Posted on 2008-10-02 at 13:30:55.

Topic: The Sharpeness of Smoke
Subject: Settling In

Em loved cats, he reminded himself then, the smile no longer just a hint on his lips as he crouched slowly so as not to startle the creature, never did have any as pets, though. Always said that people didn't pick cats for pets, cats picked people who they wanted to live with. Alex stopped and closed his eyes. He'd seen Emily's face just then, looking up at him and smiling that beautiful smile of hers when she first spoke those words to him. She had taken a can of tuna out into the alley behind her bookshop to feed an old alleycat who patrolled the place, when he offered to buy her a cat that she could actually keep inside, she giggled and enlightened him as to the human-feline dynamic. When his eyes opened they danced disbelievingly between the cat and Emily's headstone for a moment - Emily's cat-wisdom and numerous Wicce tenets on reincarnation flooded through his mind all at once - and covered his mouth with his hands as he struggled with the very real possibility that this poor kitten being here now was no mere coincidence or random happening,

"No way," he laughed at himself for even entertaining for an instant that this cat was his wife returned to him, "no way." He wasn't so quick to dismiss the notion that maybe Emily was somehow responsible for the little thing being here, though. What the hell am I gonna do with a cat?

Ellgawen turned her head slightly at the man as he spoke to her, and blinked those big eyes. Leaving the headstone she took a step toward him and rubbed his leg with the length of her wet body, his pants not really noticing the water she added to his damp jeans, and let out another tiny ‘Meow'.

"All right, sweetheart," Alex conceded, still chuckling incredulously as he reached out and scooped up the sopping little cat, "you win. I guess the place is too big for just me, anyway." Rising to his feet, he tucked the critter under the protective leather shell of his coat and, after cradling the cat securely with one hand, he reached out the other and let his fingertips linger on the cool, wet marble of the tombstone. "I suppose I should get me and the fuzzball outta the rain, baby. I don't suppose this means I get to stop feeding the ones in the alley, huh? I love you, Emily, I'll see you soon."

Happily she snuggled into his coat, and against his warm body, glad to be out of the rain, but more than that she felt comfortable with him already, the warm fuzziness of his aura wrapped around her just like the coat, and she actually started to purr softly as she burrowed into his arms.

It took him a moment longer to finally pull his fingers from the marble and longer still to turn around and face the direction he was walking. When he finally managed to tear his longing gaze from Emily's name, though, and found himself back on the cobbled path that led to the cemetery's gate he nearly tripped over his own feet when a voice, as clear as if someone had been standing in front of him, spoke in his mind,

Thank you.

It had been such a long time since she had tried to communicate with a human in this manner, and she partly sent him the thanks in order to make sure it still worked, and also to mess with him a little. To see if he caught on, or was simply baffled beyond belief.

Quickly regaining his step, Alex Sharpe's eyes darted around the grounds, desperately searching for a human form to which he would be able to tie the voice, there was nothing. His lips moved in silent incantation as he re-scanned the area in search of anything that wasn't human, again, nothing. "Huh, Just hearing things, I guess," he murmured, muscles and mind relaxing again and his free hand slipping inside his coat to absently pet the cat sheltered inside, "Rain's picking up again. Let's get us somewhere dry. Whaddya say? "

Inside she laughed to herself. Baffled. Ellgawen wondered how long she could keep up the appearance of a normal pet, how long before she would either have to say something to him, or when he would figure out what she was on his own. All in all it was another example of how kitties were better than humans, she had figured him out rather quickly, but he was still greatly underestimating her. It amused her, so she kept up the act and stayed silent, snuggling up close to him and purring louder.

The cat, of course, didn't answer other than to nestle into him a bit more. He smiled faintly and turned to follow the pathway to the gate. He didn't hurry. By the time he got to the gate the day's steady drizzle had whipped up into a full on downpour and, while he was already soaked to the bone, Alex hunched over and jogged the last several yards to the black and primer gray ‘66 Chevelle in hopes that the cat wouldn't get any wetter.

"Here we go, kitty cat," he sniffed as he slid behind the wheel and slammed the weather outside the door, "your chariot awaits." Before he extricated the cat from his coat, he reached into the backseat and hooked a heavy, cable-knit sweater from where he had tossed it a week ago and dragged it into the front of the car and arranged it into a makeshift bed atop the leather of the passenger's seat.

"It ain't the Ritz, sweetheart," he said, gently tugging the cat from where it was nestled in his coat and setting it down in the middle of the sweater-bed, "but it'll have to do for now." He fished in his pocket for the keys as he wiped trickles of rainwater from his own face, then, and, after shoving the clinging tendrils of hair away from his face and shaking the excess water from his hand, he turned slipped the key into the ignition and brought the engine to rumbling life. "Hope you don't hate tuna and milk," he continued, turning on the stereo and pressing a button to cycle through the CDs loaded in the thing, "I don't think I'll be stoppin' for Meow Mix in this crap."

No it wasn't the Ritz, but even more than his coat it was dry. As he set her down on the sweater she started sniffing around. It smelled like smoke, but she supposed there were many worse things it could smell like, her last life was spent on a farm in the middle ages, smoke wasn't really that bad at all. Pleasantly she settled into the sweater and started immediately to groom herself. *Lick, lick, lick* starting with her delicate little paws and the moving to her face. Tuna? Milk? Not the Ritz he says! Ha! Although he had better rethink that Meow Mix thing, they had tried to stuff that down her a few times at the pet store before she escaped. Hard cat food was not something she ever wanted to grow accustomed to.

The CD changer whirred and clicked as Alex put the car into gear and pulled onto the street and, when the disc he had selected began to play, he quickly cycled through the tracks, not bothering to look at the stereo as he did so. When his finger came away from the seek button the haunting, lonely strains of Enya's If I Could Be Where You Are began to flow from the speakers. "Played this song at Em's funeral," he told the cat before taking a hand from the wheel to brush away a raindrop (or was it a tear?) from his cheek, "Kind of a tradition to play it after I visit," He fell silent then and remained so for the duration of the song and afterwards (when he had turned the stereo off all together and seemed content driving to the rhythm of the pouring rain and the staccato slapping of the windshield wipers.

The words from the song drifted over to her as they started to drive, and she heard his explanation of it, pretending non-interest she rolled onto her back and started to lick her belly, smoothing out the soft fur that was so light grey it was nearly white, with darker grey spots speckling it here and there. No wonder he was so depressed, just listen to that music, if Ellgawen had not been so wet and so determined to make herself appear to be at least slightly cuter than a drowned rat she probably would have howled the whole way home in despair. Once the song was over she curled back up in a more modest pose and worked on her back feet and tail for the rest of the ride home.

Twenty minutes later, the Chevelle rolled to a stop outside of one of the city's older buildings. It was a three-story brick affair, likely built sometime in the 1800's, and had at different times since then served as a doctors office, a neighborhood grocery, and a tailor's shop among other things. Up until three years ago it had been the culmination of Emily's dream. The people who didn't know better would have called it an ‘occult bookstore and/or giftshop.' Emily had always liked to refer to it as a Wiccan library and outreach project. She had set up shop on the first floor, of course, stocking the place with volumes and volumes of texts that surely must have covered the entire encyclopedia of arcane and all the sundries that any Wicce, Gifted or otherwise, could possibly make use of. These days, though, the sign on the door displayed an image of a magnifying glass with the Eye of Ra centered in its lens. The text that followed around the curve of the lens read ‘A Sharpe Eye, A.C. Sharpe: Private Investigator.'

Alex shut off the engine and scooped the cat, sweater and all, off of the passenger's seat and, tucking the drying bundle back under his coat, made a dash from the car to the shallow overhang above the front door. Keys jingled into and out of a series of locks and then he shoved the door open, the tinkling of a string of tin bells greeted them and sounded once more as he toed the door shut again. He pulled the cat/sweater wad out of his coat, then, and set it gingerly on the floor. "Make yourself at home," he said, gesturing at the large front room that, for the most part, looked exactly as it did the last day Emily had been there, as the cat wriggled free of the sweater, "Kitchen's in the back. I'll see what I can do about some chow for you."

He watched the cat sniff the air and start to explore the place for a moment before tugging a cigarette from his pocket and poking it into the corner of his mouth. As the nearly dry cat began inspecting the antique wingback chair that Em always liked to sit in when she read, he strode towards the hallway, smiling even as he murmured another incantation and his fingers subtly traced the sigils that went along with the words. As he reached the door to the kitchen, the as yet unlit cigarette flared to life and several candles ignited in the shop.

The Eye of Ra had certainly caught her attention as he carried her inside, and once inside she had been almost surprised at the little bookstore. He was so obvious about his practice, the symbol out front, the books on the walls with such obvious symbols on their bindings. Her yellow eyes went nervously toward the front window, to see if anyone was looming outside with a torch. But there was only the rain, someone did pass by but they kept their eyes to themselves and hurried on down the street with their umbrella held close to them. They did not seem to notice the sign, or the books. Strange. For her though it was nice, she started investigating the place immediately. Keeping one ear stained toward the door, listening to make sure no one was going to come in and make trouble for her new friend, while poking her nose and whiskers into everything else. A lamp with beads hanging from the lampshade caught her attention and she sauntered over to it, batting at the beads when she got there and watching as they danced in the muted light. Rolling onto her back again to expose that soft underbelly she batted at the beads some more, then lost interest and moved on. The place was fascinating, if a little dusty, full of things to bat at, curl up under, or pounce on. As the man went into the kitchen she noticed the candles suddenly flicker on by themselves and again she chuckled inside, show off. Well eventually she'd have a few things to show him, but not yet.

Instead she settled down into the comfy arm chair for a little nap while he fixed her dinner, all that exploring had worn her out.

Posted on 2008-10-01 at 18:12:46.
Edited on 2016-09-30 at 07:51:51 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Witchcraft rpg
Subject: hehe

Yeah my worst is spilling Queso on them... me and my Queso addiction.
Although I've found typing them up in Word works nicely, much harder to spill Queso on them that way. Although then I just end up with Queso in the keyboard...

At any rate...
Ohh... a Spanish Rose... Hey it seems you and Rer have a theme going on there.

Posted on 2008-09-30 at 22:33:47.

Topic: Witchcraft rpg
Subject: Character Creation

I read the first few chapters of the book, still need to spend some time with the rules chapter, but I found that the character creation was so simple that I didn't even bother with the generator. Just copied the char sheet in the back and filled it out.
Although... maybe I should try to sweet talk Rer into double checking it for me. lol.
But yeah this was way easy, especially compared to the migrains I got trying to figure out how to create a character in Star Wars all by myself w/out a generator, I'm surprised I just didn't have Lelain commit suicide and end the whole thing before it got started lol.

Posted on 2008-09-30 at 19:35:08.

Topic: The Sharpeness of Smoke
Subject: Meeting Up

Ellgawen sat on her perch nearby the grave and watched the figure approach out of the rain, like her he seemed not to notice the rain pelting down on him, soaking him slowly. As he tended the grave and spoke softly to the woman buried beneath it she could feel the sadness pouring off of him. Then again even an ungifted could feel it, it was so strong. Gingerly, not wanting to scare him off she stretched out some of her essence to touch him, to find out more about the man.

There weren't any guards that stood in her way and she found her way easily. She closed her eyes as a series of images, feelings, and sounds floated through her consciousness like a kaleidoscope. Most involved a woman, beautiful and in the images somewhat hazy around the edges as if a bright light were always behind her. They were flashes of his wife she realized, and he loved her. But she was beneath the ground. Ellgawen saw her dead, mainly an image of blood, and anger and grief. From there on she felt the man alone, she felt his gut wrenching depression, his hate for those that did this to his dear wife, but most of all the hate he had for himself. The soft happy images of his past were replaced by dark images of scotch.

Her whiskers twitched and she opened her eyes slowly. So the Gifted had survived despite the Inquisitors, she was pleased to know this for certain. Although it seemed that even after all these years their lives hadn't become any easier. As much as the Gift was just that, a gift, it also was equally a Curse, especially for humans.

Her mind had been fully made before the question had fully formed.

Leaping off her perch she landed near the man's feet. Those big golden eyes looked up at him and she let out a small pitiful ‘meow' and then rubbed her head against the white stone of his wife's grave. Wet as she was she appeared nearly black except for her pale nose.

Posted on 2008-09-30 at 18:08:38.
Edited on 2016-09-30 at 07:35:58 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Aww He's so Cute!

^ Is the Gecko.

> Hugs the Gecko.

V Wishes they were the Gecko.

Posted on 2008-09-30 at 15:36:01.

Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: Grab the Popcorn!

Recently saw three movies that I thought were rather interesting.

Anamorphic a Wilem Dafoe film, gotta love that man. It's another one of those movies that has jumped on the Silence of the Lambs bandwagon with the highly intelligent serial killer/investiagator relationship. But it is pretty good, the killings are graphic and will screw with your head in ways that were at least shocking to me.

Sleuth a film by Kenneth Braughnah (I probably just killed the spelling of his name *sigh*) staring Jude Law and Michael Cain. It was adapted from a play and is really interesting. Another one of those films that screws with your head. At times it is a little slow, and the camera angles are very odd but add an element of interest to the film. It also isn't very long, or at least didn't seem very long because when it ended I was very surprised. The basic plot is that Jude Law is sleeping with Michael Cain's wife and has gone to see Cain's character in order to ask him to grant his wife a divorce. The rest of the film is a fascinating physical/mental battle between the two men.

Restraint never heard of the director or any of the actors in this film, I think it might be Austrailian actually. But it was also a good movie to mess with your head. The basic plot is that two criminals (boyfriend and girlfriend) are fleeing from the law and end up holing up with a man who is agoraphobic, and what transpires during their stay with him. It kept me guessing the whole time, and you really aren't sure who you should be rooting for. There are alot of loose ends that are never tied up, and that was a bit dissapointing, but the overall mind twistiness of the film does make it worthwhile.

And at the risk of sounding uncultured/stupid, I have to comment that I did see Spirited Away and found the artwork to be some of the most amazing animation I have seen in years... I loved the little black spidery things (I want one for Christmas)... but found that I could not determine a plot and that distressed me a great deal. I like movies with plot. That being said I have seen it once, and that will probably be it.

Well that is my movie addition for the moment,


Posted on 2008-09-30 at 14:44:02.

Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Because

They tried to take his Fred but his Will was much more compliant in the end, so they went with that.

What does destinalize mean?

Posted on 2008-09-30 at 01:56:57.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: ...

^ Has visited and insane asylum for an extended period of time

> Has visited all of the ancient wonders of the world, in past lives

V Has visited Chucky Cheese's more than they would ever admit in public

Posted on 2008-09-30 at 01:50:54.

Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: It Carefully Spits....

Out a set of dominos, layed out in a precise spiral configuration.

I feed it a mountain lion.

Posted on 2008-09-30 at 01:47:26.

Topic: How It's Done
Subject: Moving on

Get new diaper. In fact get several, if you put several on the baby at once you won't need to change them as often, extra absorbancy powers!

Posted on 2008-09-30 at 01:45:05.

Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Well...

Seems we got a bit off track there. lol... thanks Lysk
boa will be the last word.


(Lord, the point is to change one letter of the word in order to make a new word)

Posted on 2008-09-30 at 01:38:54.

Topic: What Should You Be Doing Right Now?
Subject: hmmm

Should probably be cleaning something, that never seems to end... grr... or maybe calling the cops on Lord Death over there.
But hey on the plus side, or all my whinning before I did finally get to 500 and got to be a fixture, for awhile, until I got the awesome upgrade you see now

Posted on 2008-09-30 at 01:34:17.

Topic: First one to post last wins
Subject: Well actually...

I think it goes something like this:
I win.

Posted on 2008-09-30 at 01:31:07.

Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Alright...

You asked for it, remember... the world spins itself out of control going backwards and forwards and upside down even in order to grant all of your insane wishes, and then explodes.

I wish Duncan didn't have to work so much, I miss him...

Posted on 2008-09-30 at 01:30:13.


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