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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: This might sting a little
At best, Dash’s vision offered up fleeting, fuzzy, overlapping images when it offered up anything at all. Most of those first moments, though, were dominated by searing flashes of the nauseating, too-white light that strobbed in time with the brain-jarring squeal in his ears. He tried to point his fuzzy perceptions in the direction of the door when he heard it open but, as his vision was skittish and everything sounded like it was echoing through a gorram drainpipe, he couldn’t quite tell how many of them there were or, where exactly the door might be for that matter.
“Shall I kill him?”
Even over the ringing in his ears, the sound of the hammer being cocked back on a pistol was unmistakable. Gotta move, Sam, his mind encouraged hoping the body would comply, It’s a slug ta th’ brainpain if ya don’t.
“Strip him and tie him up,” another voice commanded…
Strip him? Dash puzzled as he wobbled to his knees and grasped for the equilibrium to make it to his feet, What inna sphincter o’ Hades? The hell ya will!
… the rest of whatever had been said was lost, though, as his vision spun and his ears squealed. Next came the facefull of steel that flat humped all the effort he’d just put into getting to an upright position…
Ai ya! he cursed, the coppery tang of blood filling his mouth and running from his nose. The pilot snorted and then spit as he pulled himself his hands and knees, Ni ching-wah tsao duh liou mahng! Now ya done went an’ f…
A kick to the ribs sent him sprawling again, the growl that had been building came out as a blood-spattered wretching sound. Ow… Sam thought he might have laughed then, before trying to get up again.
“…guy ain’t gonna help us!”
He hadn’t gotten much farther than the last time when a boot to the head leveled him yet again. Play dead, Trent, a voice he hadn’t heard in his head for a good spell advised, You’re good at that… aren’t you?
“He dead?”
Chwee ni duh, he snarled back at that voice, Fer all the good it’s done… Lookit me now! An’ th’ name’s Dash, gorramit!
“…take a doc to wake him, now.”
Right. Dash. And what’s that school teacher’s name? Or the teller?
They pulled all his ordnance, then, relieving him of every piece of hardware down to the knife in one boot and the blade in the other. He felt them do it… wanted to stop it… but couldn’t as spinny as his brainpan was. Concentrating on the pain in his side and in his head was helping to cut some of the daze, though, so Sam focused on that and drew on it. The sound of his guns being tossed across the floor angered him, spiking the pain and his adrenaline… Shiny! Jus’ ruttin’ jahn! Yer gonna die here, Dash… Move yer sorry pi guh!… but it was the sounds of ripping cloth and unmistakeably lascivious laughter that Sam found to be the deal breaker.
Jien ta duh guay, his mind fired up as pain and rage at what he knew was about to happen to Brigit brought him into lucidty, I’ll kill ever’ last gorram one o’ ya ‘fore I let that happ’n! He had tensed and was ready to spring when he heard the brutal slap followed by the whine of some sort of energy weapon powering up…
The bossman of the pack of robbers laid down the law, commanding his cronies with no room for uncertainty that the job came first and play time came later, and bought Miss Brigit a little bit of time... Good, Sam winced, thankful for the extra second of thought. It was then that he realized that the guy who had stripped his weapons had apparently failed to notice the derringer concealed at the small of his back. Merciful Buddha! Ya does love me, don’cha.
“Okay Ethan! No need to get sore.”
“I said no names you Lio Coh Jwei Ji Neong Hur Ho Deh Yung Duh Buhn, Jah J’wohn!”
Dash’s eyes focused and Mr Familiar (whom he’d just heard called Ethan) filled his view. Yeah, Sam thought, taking in the handyman’s special clusterhump of a pistol the man was holding, I do know you, don’ I? Er maybe that were yer kin as Wyatt laid low back onna mine… makes more sense… You a kid killin’ wong bah duhn like yer brother, Ludlow? I betcha are!
The pilot’s hand slithered towards the tiny pistol holstered at his back as the other joo bah jeh hauled his feet together and started coiling some rope as if to tie Sam’s feet together. An’ yer so ruttin’ dumb ya ain’t even payin’ me no mind, is ya, Sam smirked, flicking a quick glance at the man and then following the guy’s lusty gaze over to the clearly unconscious Miss Brigit… Now or never, Sammy…
Dash’s hand closed around the tiny pistol and, while Mr Rope an’ Grope was distracted by Brigit’s exposed thighs, Sam shot up, bringing the derringer around to line up with the huen dahn’s head. “Missed one, humpface,” Dash growled before pulling the trigger.
((OOC: WOOOOOOOOO! Paaaaaaaar-TAY! The heck with wrestling with this guy, let’s shoot him and move. After pulling the trigger on “Rope and Grope” Sam’s gonna make a grab for one of the man’s Colts if possible, then hopefully get him and Miss Brigit behind some sort of cover before Ludlow can blast a hole in him with that Rail. Protecting Brigit (and staying alive his own self) is the top priority at the moment but I’d still like to toss a plot point at getting one of Rope and Grope's Colts… One shot in the derringer ain’t gonna do squat.  Edit: Oops... R&G didn't have Pythons... just Colt Peashooters... my bad.))
Posted on 2008-05-29 at 14:45:44.
Edited on 2008-05-29 at 17:58:29 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Do they do skull bondo?
Cuz, if you can find someone that can repair all the dings, divots, and cracks in my dome, I'm there!
Posted on 2008-05-28 at 21:00:09.
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Topic: Your Inner D&D Character
Subject: Wellllllllllllll now... isn't that interesting!
According to the survey, I'm a Chaotic Evil Half-Elf Rogue... 
Chaotic? Okay, yeah...
Half-Elf? Mmmmm... sure, I can dig that.
But evil? Me?!?!
Listen, just because I may occassionally "rip out a heart with my own hands" doesn't mean I'm evil! It means I'm decisive. 
P.S. The 'rogue' bit is pretty much a gimme, I think.
Posted on 2008-05-28 at 20:52:12.
Edited on 2008-05-28 at 20:53:23 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: 1000's member
Subject: Okay...
...so does that make Lady Grand our "Millineal Innmate," then?
Welcome aboard, Lady Grand and Innat 999 (Baby New Year? )
Posted on 2008-05-28 at 19:18:29.
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Topic: How much are you paying for gas?
Subject: In that case...
...I don't feel so aggrivated at paying right at $4 (US) per gallon here in Ohio.
Time to revisit buying that motorcycle, I suppose.
Posted on 2008-05-28 at 19:16:08.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Ku
I thought so but just wanted to make sure before I posted otherwise.
The whole scene with the mule and the band was hilarious, indeed, and it did bring to my mind those 'comedic moments' from the series, as well. If it weren't for Mal and Serenity getting the jump on us, we could've had our own TV show! 
Posted on 2008-05-27 at 16:02:46.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Son of a motherless goat!
I's gettin' m'gorram pi guh kicked an' the ruttin' cavalry's gots a broke-down nag of a mule?! *snorts* An' ya wunner why I'm so ruttin' twitchy...
Bad rolls aside, that was a cool post and, since it looks like the cavalry's comin' but may not be able to stop when it gets there, lemme jus' check a thing or two:
Sam's bootless and weaponless except for the one derringer, right... How about his ballistic mesh, did that get stripped, as well?
Also, the way I'm reading it, they're just now getting around to binding Sam up, starting at the feet, and aren't aware that he's 'coherent'... Sooooo, I'm safe to post as if the hands are free, correct?
Finally - the wong bah duhn as is tyin' Sam up wasn't idjut enough to mebbe leave another weapon within reach were he?
Posted on 2008-05-27 at 12:39:34.
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Topic: Bumper Stickers
Subject: Help Desk Bumper sticker
I'd love to help you out!
Which way did you come in?
Posted on 2008-05-23 at 16:57:34.
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Topic: Q&A: The Return Of The Prodigal Son
Subject: Coolio...
...I've been inspired to start another post for this one, myself (doggone Kaelyn and his songs, anyhoo...)... Nothing major or anything but I'll probably have an addition before you update. 
Posted on 2008-05-23 at 13:57:17.
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Topic: Marine
Subject: HooRAH!
Semper Fi, Devil Dog!
Congratulations and, of course, thanks.
Posted on 2008-05-23 at 01:32:36.
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Topic: Q&A: The Return Of The Prodigal Son
Subject: I liked it!
Great song.
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 18:59:47.
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Topic: G'day
Subject: Heighdy!
Welcome aboard, Meri! As always, it's always a pleasure to see new faces here at the Inn (even if they have been RPing at those other sites ). I'm sure you'll find exactly what you're looking for hereabouts... Checking the recruitment forums is always a good place to start for games with openings available, of course, and, as for those 'non-dice' games, we've got TONS... check the freeform section for the extensive list.
Some freeforms are 'open' and have 'standing invites' to jump right on in, whereas some others might need you to check with the GM/DM/M&M in charge... No worries, there, either, though, as I'm sure you'll find that all of our Innmates are about as friendly as they come.
If you've got any questions, just ask... someone'll come a runnin in no time. 
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 18:43:32.
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Topic: Q&A: The Return Of The Prodigal Son
Subject: *pokes the game*
Hello?
Hello...ello...ello?
Anyone here?
here...here...here?
Just checking to see if everyone's still breathin'.
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 17:46:53.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: For the record...
... Jal's not deliberatley trying to kill himself by burning through mana and/or HP. More like he's hoping to do enough damage or cause enough havoc to level the playing field for 'our side', so to speak... He'll chew away at HP by casting spells as he can but, if it comes down to it, isn't opposed to giving actual combat a try... especially if Adrien manages to 'free' Alloryn (I suppose flying full bore into a one of the thri-kreen dragonfly rider may be enough to unseat the bugger at least?)
That said, if it's continued casting seems to be required, Jal's ready to do so whatever the cost.
P.S. I wanna be a fire engine! WoooWoooWoooWoooWooo! ClangClang! WoooWoooWoooWoooWooo!
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 15:58:10.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Weapons?
Yeah... Like I'm holding out any hope that Sam'll come to with any of those left on him. Somebody's gettin' man-handled, puhn yoh! The one thing about close quarters in a bank is that there's plenty of really gorram hard stuff ta go tossin' folk into... an' if all else fails, a headbutt ta th' nethers'll settle a feller down right quick. 
Tann - I thought you had that picture already? If not, I'll dig it up when I get home and send it your way again.
Loved the post, Brom... Now, I'm worried about Sam, too.
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 13:42:05.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Hmmmm...
...ya didn't happen to have a mana-siphon of any sort in that sale stuff, did ya Dr Bob?
If so, I know a very foolish, poorly trained mage who might just have a use for such a thing and would probably be willing to offer up all the gold he's got for it's use.
Posted on 2008-05-21 at 19:16:15.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: The needs of the many... (or Sweet Sacrifice)
At first, as Jal spiraled skyward, he wasn’t sure what he might do when he reached Alloryn, if he managed to reach her at all – the aura of power emenating from her was incredible (dangerously so) and the urchin mage wasn’t certain that he would even be able to get near Arien’s sister without literally getting fried by it – but something told him he had to try, no matter the cost. Surprisingly, other than a noticeable tingle as he drew closer, the magic surrounding Arien’s sister did not instantly cook or otherwise seem to harm Jal and, now, he was close enough to see the torturous collar bound around the girl’s neck.
The clasp of the thing looked entirely too complex to be released without some specific key or other object, the Spellbinder noticed sourly, and, though a Knock spell might have had some effect on the thing, Jal, regretfully, had never taken the time to learn that simple weaving of mana. He had caught sight of Valentine in the skies nearby and was set to ask the former Red for assistance (though it was doubtful that Adrien would have learned such a ‘useless’ spell, either) when Jal heard the ominous buzzing…
Oh no, the odd little mage thought, his eyes widening as he spotted the flight of giant dragonflies with their Thri-Kreen riders, not the bug men, again! Things had not gone so well for him the last time they had encountered these creatures, he recalled… Had I not been distracted by the dead and had sufficient room to call upon anything effective…
But this time, my beloved, he thought he heard Wynter whisper, there is all the room in the sky…
The Spellbinder spun once in the air, hopefully searching for a glimpse of the ghost girl even as her words faded away. Nothing… where are you, Wynter? Whether he could see her or not, and whether hearing her voice just then had been a trick of his mind or, indeed, Wynter, the words rang true. Here, in the sky with most of the others still earthbound, Jal realized that he could bring his full power to bear with little fear of harming his friends. Just one fireball would sap the remains of his mana reserves, he knew, as he focused on the flight of dragonflies and began uttering the incantation, but hoefully it would be enough.
Should it not be, he thought, placing himself between Alloryn and the flight of giant bugs, then today I make the sacrifice I should have made for Wynter those many years ago…
At that moment, the fireball burst to life in his hand and, without hesitation, he launched it at the dragonfly riders (the one in the lead if I have to specify a single target). “Valentine,” he shouted, “the girl! Mind the girl!”
((OOC: Okay… Jal’s commited at a suicidal level, here… he’s seeing “last chance for redemption” in this situation (or perhaps a chance to join Wynter, at last?)… Once the fireball is sent off – depending on the results, of course – Ol’ Spooky’ll start ‘wandering off into the Twilight’… casting Light on the eyes of any Thri-Kreen in range, if possible, and, assuming/hoping there are opportunities to bring heavier magics to bear, hitting the buggers with fireballs and/or lightning bolts as he can… Ummm… If Jal burns himself out, I still wanna claim a spot in the next installment. ))
Posted on 2008-05-21 at 17:58:05.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: You betcha, Shaithis! :)
That's my job, that's what I do... So sayeth Conway Twitty, amen.
Posted on 2008-05-20 at 20:15:43.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: Work around for Shaithis
Or.... you could do it the overly complicated Eol way by doing this:
- Login and go to the thread/post in question
- Open a new browser window (usually Ctrl+N in most cases) to pop up a second, identical window to the one you were just viewing
- Click on the Reply link from the new window and, VOILA, original post to which you're replying in one browser window and your reply post in the works in another!
Or, there's the super easy Eol-method (aka The Captain Backup Approach) where you just copy every single post to a Word Document (or whatever app you may use for that sort of thing) and read, reply, copy/paste to the Inn.
Not a perfect solution, either way I suppose, but, being the help desk dude what I am, I had to suggest the workarounds, now, didn't I?
Posted on 2008-05-20 at 19:49:18.
Edited on 2008-05-20 at 19:50:10 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: And ka-boosh! So mote it be!
You do have a way to keep track of all of your posting games, unfortunately, it's tied in with the 'free women's clothes' thing and, as such, your new method of keeping track of all your posting games is via a dress made out of post-its, categorized, indexed, and arranged by thread. The really bad thing about it is that all of your favorite threads are in...errr...rather sensitive areas of your new apparel and, so, replying to posts for some of them might be a wee bit uncomfortable... especially if you're accessing the Inn from say a public wi-fi hotspot, the library, etc...
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I wish Lysk would RP on occassion... I miss her characters.
Posted on 2008-05-20 at 19:33:23.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Ummm...
...because it's far more PC to call someone a 'Mothergrugger' than the alternative.
Just to satisfy the recent curiosity; why shouldn't we feed the Grugg?
Posted on 2008-05-20 at 18:48:28.
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Topic: Hi all.
Subject: *bites tongue*
Must not...*scrunches eyes shut* ...say what... I'm thinking...out loud...*whacks self in hand with stapler*
OW!!!
Hey! It worked! I censored what i was about to say before I said it!
WooHooo!
Posted on 2008-05-20 at 17:32:03.
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Topic: Q&A: The Return Of The Prodigal Son
Subject: Ahh...
...and those, too, were Spider's thoughts on the matter. "We're here to investigate the disappearance of beggars from the city and, yet, we're being directed to the mountains... hmmm... I'll wager that someone already knows who/what might be abducting the hopeless souls and, apparently, where he/she/they/it may be found... Must be that we're here to find the whys, return those that matter, and, if necessary, stop the process by whatever means necessary..."
Now, from some PMs I had going back and forth with Flirty re: all of this (and, it's info Spider would likely share with the party once they're 'alone') is that Thyatis 'rolls up it's streets' at night - no one but no one appears to be outside after dark - and, very few people are willing to talk about the disappearances other than to say that they've been happening, it's horrifying, etc...
Way to be twitchy, Nomad... the mission we're on may not be precisely the mission we enlisted for.
Posted on 2008-05-20 at 15:25:28.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Oh great...
...so I'll be able to see myself gettin' shot but won't be able ta do nothin' but drool on my-ruttin-self! Fan-friggin-tastic!
'Least it ain't Reavers.
P.S. I am positive... positive that Sam ain't gonna be a happy camper in the next few posts.
Posted on 2008-05-20 at 14:51:55.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Thanks...
...once I slapped the 'he'p me' call together, the rest just kind of fell into place around it.
I can't wait for the calvary, either... 'specially since I can't seem to keep a character conscious during combat in one of your games.
Posted on 2008-05-20 at 14:07:53.
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