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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Well...
...it appears that Oken is holding some hefty cards and keeping them close to his frilly vest. Hmmmmmm....
I'll get to work on a post soon.
Posted on 2018-02-09 at 17:09:46.
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Topic: An old face returns?
Subject: Welcome back, boss!
Glad you found your way through the trials and back to us.
Posted on 2018-02-09 at 13:15:06.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Not feeling well today...
...and am taking it easy so as not to puke all over my shoes. Will post for Sam later tonight or tomorrow.
Posted on 2018-02-09 at 13:13:35.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Nice post, Lady D...
... I kinda thought that might be what you had in mind. It'll be interesting to see Fin's reaction should she find him and she's wearing a dress.
Posted on 2018-02-09 at 13:09:28.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: That's not fickle...
...that's malicious! 
Posted on 2018-02-06 at 08:38:43.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Yep...
...had a busy weekend, myself. No worries... we'll be here.
Posted on 2018-02-05 at 09:02:26.
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Topic: Supernatural Q&A thread
Subject: Eeeewwwwww, dude!
I'd rather snuggle the rats...
Wait... does that make me the amorous homeless dude? 
Posted! 
Posted on 2018-02-01 at 10:25:02.
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Topic: Hunter the Vigil, A supernatural Game
Subject: I'm cool... I'm cool... Aw, man! What is THAT?!?!
Chill, dude, Just chill, The words played and replayed through the kid's mind like a mantra as he crouched in the alley, his knuckles white from the grip he kept on the rebar and his head throbbing from how tightly he'd scrunched his eyes closed. Ya gotta get it together, bro, Find yer mellow to fix the jello, Wasn't nothin' but words, nothin' but words, And so it went for the next several minutes; clutching the rebar, rocking back and forth in the dark of his hastily found hiding place, and talking himself out of the panic attack which had been spawned by the mere mention of ‘The Man in White.'
"How ya gonna let some friggin' words freak ya out," Haze mumbled in the wake of a shuddering breath that blew past his lips. He wrung the length of iron in his hands, forcing his eyes open, and made himself concentrate on drawing in his breath more slowly. "Ya've seen more than any o' them words, dude, Just chill," It took a few more tries and a few more twists of the rebar to get his breathing even, again, but he got there and, when he did, that first even breath escaped his lungs in the form of an almost relieved sigh. His face was still tingly but the tension in his shoulders had eased off and his heart wasn't threatening to pound through his chest, now. "It's all good," he whispered, his wary gaze flicking from one end of the alleyway to the other. One hand let go of the rebar and, after he'd wiped the sweat and rust from his palm onto his pants, sought out his board. He flipped it onto it's wheels and slid it under his backside, using it as a makeshift seat as he relaxed enough to stretch his legs out a bit further into the alley.
"Ugh! Gnarly," he winced, settling his shoulders against the wall and noticing that his feet were now flanking the pool of puke he'd deposited on the pavement a short while ago. "So much for the free grub." He chuckled softly, then, relaxing a bit more and shaking his head a bit, Prob'ly more left in there, he told himself, at last letting go of the rebar and laying it across his lap, if ya ain't too scared to go back in an' hear people yak. Could snatch some up an' take it with ya,
"Yeah," he mumbled, reaching for his backpack, now, and zipping open the small pocket in which he kept his stash, "Mebbe in a few minutes. Lemme magnify my mellow, first, heh,"
He had just finished twisting up a pinner and was fishing in his pack for a lighter when he heard a door open not far from where he hid. Mumbling a curse under his breath, the kid hurriedly secreted the tiny joint in the pocket of his coat and, lifting the rebar from his lap, again risked a peek past the trash bins in the direction of the sound. A few yards down the alley, a kind of creepifying looking dude stepped out into the night, he wasn't physically imposing, really; not much taller than Haze, himself, but the trenchcoat and fedora combo lent an unnerving air of mystery to the guy, and, Those hands, dude! What the hell's up with those hands?! The claw-like appendages threatened to kick Haze's heart into overdrive, again, and, in reaction, the kid's eyes darted nervously about, looking for an escape route if he had to bolt, S#!t-s#!t-s#!t,
The sound of the door opening, again, snapped his attention back in creepy-dude's direction. Haze hoped that he (it?) had gone back inside and he could slink out of the alley and get gone but, instead, another dude stepped out, apparently following the creepy-guy. This other man, Haze was sure, he'd seen inside, Kinda reminds me of Mr. McGinty, the kid mused, recalling the look of his Freshman History teacher, Nowhere near as gnarly as that guy., The kid tried his best not to eyeball Mr Creepy (or "Mr McGinty," for that matter), but, with both of them standing in the alleyway, now, there was no way Haze would slip away without one or both of them noticing, "Not cool," he muttered softly,
"You, you can see me," the creepy dude rasped, sounding like there was more than a little gravel in his throat, "Why?"
A year or so ago, a question like that might've made Haze snicker a little. After what he'd experienced in that time, though, it sent chills down his spine and set his heart to thumping a little too hard, now. "Oh, sooo not cool,"
Mr McGinty-dude said something in reply to Mr Creepy but, whatever it was was lost to Haze's ears as, as quietly as possible, he tried slipping his pack over his shoulders and gathering up his board. He risked a glance over his shoulder then, thinking about trying to sneak his way out of the alley, but that gravelly voice froze him in place and drew his eyes and ears back to the conversation.
"I'm, no one," Mr Creepy said, "just looking to fix up this neighborhood. I've been doing research, y'see? On this,person, the man in white,"
That uncomfortably familiar prickling started at the back of Haze's neck, again, and he swallowed a lump in his throat as the conversation continued and he tried to become one with the shadows in which he hid,. Sooooooo not cool!
((OOC: He's reluctant to do so, of course, but since he's more afraid of being seen by Mr Creepy, Haze is going to remain in his hiding spot for now and continue listening to the conversation all while trying to be invisible,))
Posted on 2018-02-01 at 10:22:54.
Edited on 2018-02-01 at 10:23:18 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Supernatural Q&A thread
Subject: Thanks
Ive started a post a couple of times but couldn't really come up with a valid/compelling reason for Haze to slink out of the alleyway.
Posted on 2018-01-30 at 14:56:10.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Posted....
As usual, room for replies and such throughout... Depends on Misty's answer as to whether or not she and Sam ride back to Roc with Wyatt or if they find other means of getting there.
Posted on 2018-01-30 at 09:46:17.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: More with the conversatin'...
"Ya ain't never been off-world, huh," Sam asks, mildly incredulous, "Not even once?"
"You kidding me," the delectable darling called Misty almost laughs. "No! My parents came here to start a new life and make their fortune," she tosses her drink back, then, and, suddenly manages to look angry and sad all at once, "They only got it half right."
Sam wanted to say something to assuage the misery that appeared in Misty's expression but, at the moment, he couldn't quite find any words that might offer any comfort... Truth be told, he was still agog at the fact that the young woman had spent her entire life planet-bound and was more than a little busy trying to wrap his brainpan around that notion, His mouth fell open, once or twice, but there weren't any words there to come out so, instead, he just poured whiskey in.
Misty shook her head, then, forcing whatever gloomy thoughts she'd called up back to where they came. "I'd love to leave this all behind, someday," she confesses, "but I got my Ma, here, to take care of, and she kinda needs me here. So, I'm stuck, looking to the sky while growing roots."
Still wide-eyed in amazement that Misty had never been off-world, Dash couldn't help but offer a faint nod in reply to her confession, Family's important, he mused, don't matter much where ya find it er who ya find it with, I reckon. Gotta look out fer yer own, Made some sacrifices, m'self, so as ta see mine were safe, A grin cracks his perplexed expression, then, perhaps in an attempt to inject some levity back into a conversation that had unintentionally gone glum, and, leaning in a bit, he asks; "Hell, girl, ya ever even seen the inside of a transport?"
"Can't say that I have," she smiles prettily, trying to sound blasé but still, obviously, interested, "You inviting me, or are you just hoping to give me a tour of your bunk?"
Sam laughs aloud and shakes his head a bit. "Well, darlin', I can't say as that thought din't run through my brainpan," he winks, "but that'd be an awful short tour. My bunk ain't that big,"
Whatever Sam might have planned to say next, it was stifled (at least for the moment) by Wyatt's arrival at their table. "Hate t' interrupt, puhn yoh," Sung says in that calm way of his, "but I'm takin' the mule back t' Roc. Any o' th' lot o' ya who's wantin' t' head back now better hump it, otherwise, yer providin' yer own ride or radioin' an' waitin' ‘til someone can pick ya up."
"It's all shiny, Cap," Dash nods, "Me an' Misty, here, was jus' startin' ta get acquainted. Ain't even started playin' footsy, yet."
From beneath the brim of his hat, Sung's eyes were busy scanning the barroom, likely looking for signs of the rest of the crew. His gaze returning to Sam as the pilot was in the midst of sipping away the last of his drink. "Don't get chun," the captain cautioned, "We got work t' prepare for t'morrow. Dohn ma?"
"Hao," Dash replies, swallowing the whiskey, "No worries, Wyungsung, I got ya covered," He glances sidelong at Misty, then, taking note of the fresh disappointment painted on her pretty face, then looks back to Wyatt, "Why don'cha head on out, puhn yoh," he suggests, lifting his glass to display the remaining sip inside, "I'll catch up to ya one way er t'other. If ya's gone when I'm finished, I reckon I c'n find a way home."
Tipping his head while touching the brim of his hat to the strapped lady, Captain Sung swivels about and strides purposefully to the door while fishing his personal communicator out of his coat pocket. As he goes, Dash turns his full attentions back to the lovely young lady at his side. "Looks's if we got th' job," he smirks before shooting that last bit of whiskey past his lips. He smiles his best fly-boy smile at her as he deposits the now empty glass on the table with a solid ‘thunk.' "Seein's how t'morrow's shapin' up ta be a pi guh kicker o' a day, sweetness," he adds, beginning to rise from his seat and offering a hand by way of invitation, "if yer wantin' that tour, I figger, now's th' time."
((OOC: Assuming she doesn't flat out say "no" and thereby call an end to the evening, if so, I'll edit,))
Sam's smile brightens as her hand slips into his and, as she gets to her feet, he nudges her chair out of the way with the toe of his boot. "So, Miss Knowles," he grins, sounding a bit more flirtatious than the formal address might bear, "Ya got a ride er ya want we should try an' catch up ta ol' Wyatt?"
((OOC: And, I'll stop there, If Misty's got a horse or some such and prefers to take that mode of transport to Roc, Sam's cool with that. If she doesn't mind sharing the ride with Wyatt (and whoever else might try to pile in), she and Sam will try to catch up with the Cap before he leaves the town in mule-dust.))
Posted on 2018-01-30 at 09:44:43.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Fickle, indeed!
I'm just glad they were on my side when Fin had his reunion with Kidane... and, am also hoping they'll not abandon me where dealing with Oken is concerned.
Post is up... let's find out.
Posted on 2018-01-29 at 11:00:10.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon
Subject: Dealing with the dandy
It hadn't gone amiss that Elias Oken was a man of considerable power and influence, hereabouts. The way he carried himself spoke enough of his confidence, sure enough, but the manner in which he'd laid claim to the table at which he and Fin now sat without so much as a word, let alone a protest from those who had abandoned it, and, now, the fear in the serving girl's eyes as she sought Oken's accord to Fin's demands, Those things told Crowe more about the man than did his aristocratic garb and bearing. A slow dip of the dandy's head send the girl hurriedly off to fill the order.
As the girl skitters away, Fin's attention returns, in full, to the man across the table and he leans back in his chair a bit. "More important than where I'm from, Mister Oken," he suggests, "is wha' ye might be needin' a bloke like me fer, an' wha' sort o' coin ye'd be offerin' fer my services."
"You are as direct as your means of dealing with Mr. Kidane indicates," Oken flatly eyes the pirate. "I am making a character judgment, Mr. Crowe, even by sharing this table with you. Do you understand?"
Crowe answers with a nod as even as Oken's gaze. Aye, he didn't bother to speak out loud, I reckon I un'erstand well enough.
"Rushing this potential relationship will do neither of us any good, least of all, my employer. And it is for the sake of my employer that I'm conducting this meeting. You'll do well should this meeting prove fruitful. Patience shall prove a virtue, indeed."
At that, a bit of an ironic smile plays on Crowe's lips. I waited a good lot o' years ta send Kidane ta Hell, he managed not to say aloud as another curt nod accompanied the bit of his reply to which he did give voice, "Ye'll find I got th' patience o' Job when it comes ta business, Mester Oken."
"This Sun Dog vessel of which you speak," the dandy continues his uncomfortable stare, "You say that a Captain Cole commands. Do you have his ear, or is it to him that I should be speaking?"
Rustling skirts and a stirring of the warm air surrounding their table announces the arrival of the serving wench who places two earthen mugs and a dark brown bottle on the table in front of them before making a hasty exit.
The pirate's gaze abandons Oken's only long enough to track the girl's retreat and, in so doing, quickly survey the Rub's common room, once more. The aristocrat's presumption that Captain Cole would be a man mildly intensifies the sardonic set of Crowe's features as he turns his storm-blue eyes back toward Oken but he stops short of challenging the man's speculation. Instead, he simply reaches for the bottle that the serving wench had left and pours a healthy sample into each of the mugs. "Th' Capt'n trusts me judgement," Fin rasps, returning the bottle to the table and nudging one of the mugs in Elias' direction in a single motion. "I c'n arrange a parlay if ye'd pr'fer," he continues, lifting his own mug and indulging in a sip as he settles back and offers a shrug, "but, seein' as Coles' ears an' mine hear much th' same, ye'd be savin' us both a piece o' time choosin' ta converse wit' me."
((OOC: Hoping I didn't make too much of an assumption, there, regarding Anna and Fin's ‘relationship.' If so, I can edit, Anyhoo, Fin's "testing the waters" as much as Oken appears to be, and, through whatever conversation transpires, he'll be trying to gauge the breadth and depth of the other man's, obviously extensive influence and, of course, angling for work.))
Posted on 2018-01-29 at 10:55:31.
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Topic: Supernatural Q&A thread
Subject: Weekend ran away from me...
...I'll try to get posts up today!
Posted on 2018-01-29 at 07:28:35.
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Topic: Supernatural Q&A thread
Subject: Mondo-bodacious!
Busy day for me, today, but, at some point, I'll go back and re-read to catch myself up... I kind of think Haze was last seen in an alley behind the Owl cuddling with his buddy re-bar. 
Try for a post later this evening or tomorrow.
Posted on 2018-01-26 at 09:46:33.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: The wai-ai-ting is the hardest part...
...so sayeth, Tom Petty.
I'll hold off on another post until you've got Misty's response tacked up. No sweat.
Hey, Cap! If she follows me home can I keep her? 
Posted on 2018-01-25 at 16:09:04.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Play Misty for me!
Day 1, Whitefall - Necessity, "The Slaughterhouse", 9:00 PM PT
With the conversation between Wyatt and Potter continuing at his back, Sam janders away from the table and, in a few steps, finds himself at the bar, again. Kim raises a brow as the pilot props himself against the counter, both elbows resting on the polished wood, and nudges his empty glass across to the tender's side.
"One more, if ya don' mind, puhn yoh," Sam requests and, motioning at the brunette he's been eyeing, adds; "an' another o' whatever she's drinkin', qing (please)."
The pilot's gaze drifts back to the woman as Kim sets about refilling his glass and, then, pours a tall glass of the cheapest well whiskey for her. "Xie xie," Sam nods, taking up both glasses when the bartender slides them over. Now, with a neat double of good stuff in one hand and a tall glass of rot-gut in the other, he ambles toward the brunette's table and sets the tall glass down in front of her.
"Ni hao, darlin'," he grins his best fly-boy grin as the pretty little thing lifts her big, beautiful eyes and smiles, "Ya look's if ya c'n use this, Name's Dash,"
"Why thank you, Dash," she says, her voice as smooth and smoky as the whiskey in his own glass, "Is that your first name, last name, or're you so poor you could only afford the one?" She laughs at her own joke, then, and further snares the pilot's heart (or, at least, his nethers) by downing half the glass in a single swallow.
"Bao bei," Sam chuckles, "there's some folk says I'm too poor to pay attention. Still an' all, I ain't so broke as t' only afford the one name. First name's Sam. Paid good money fer both that'n an' th' last. You can call me whatever ya ruttin' like, though."
Her face lights up with a smile as bright as a crescent moon in the dark over Pinedale. "I'm Michelle," she purrs by way of introduction, "but everyone calls me Misty. Misty Knowles." She motions to the chair beside her, then; "Take a load off."
"‘Preciate it," Dash nods, not bothering to move the proffered seat so much as a millimeter farther away from her before he settles himself in. "Well, darlin', jus' lookin' at ya's got me all misty, so I c'n see as why tha's wha' they call ya. Who'm I ta break tradition, right?" He lifts his own glass to his lips, and lets his gaze slide away from her only long enough to verify that things are still ku with Wyatt and Potter.
((Assuming they are,))
"I ain't seen you before," Misty says as Dash swallows and his eyes return to meet hers, "You with Eagle-Eye?"
"Yup," the pilot nods, "after a fashion, I reckon."
"Good man to work for," Misty says, as Dash rolls his glass lazily between his hands, "wish I was so lucky.
So, what's your business on Whitefall," she asks, scarcely leaving Sam enough time to nod a response to her previous statement, "I can never fathom people coming out to this go sa rock, willingly. I was born here," she adds with a faint shrug of her pretty little shoulders, "so that's my ball and chain. What's yours?"
"All balls an' no chain, sweetheart," Sam winks playfully. "Me an' mine come out here on a haul fer Eagle-Eye," He takes another quick swig from his glass, eyes never leaving hers, and continues with a chuckle; ",wong bah duhn hired us ta ferry him some gorram bees ‘cross th' Verse fer ‘im. Frozen ruttin' bee's, fer humps sake! Know how hard it is ta concentrate on flyin' when yer perpetual frettin' ‘bout them li'l sumbitches thawin' out an' swarmin' yer pi guh? Ain't been that bunched up in months!"
He offers another chuckle, his eyes finally breaking from hers, again, to slowly wander down to her feet and, just as slowly, back up again. He doesn't fail to notice the pistol slung at her hip but doesn't linger long enough at her feet to have determined if there might be a blade or two secreted away in her boots, Ain't lookin' ta fight ‘er, no how, Besides, most ever' other body in this place's carryin', Don' reckon it matters none, The tip of his tongue dances across his lips as their eyes meet, again, and he forces it back into his mouth with another sip of whiskey. "So," he says, wincing slightly at the burn of the whiskey in his throat, "Ya ain't never been off-world, huh? Not even once?"
((Assuming a no of some sort,))
Dash's eyes widen a bit. His expression obviously stating that the concept of being planet-bound for the entirety of one's life is completely alien to him, Hell, he thinks in the midst of a befuddled blink, th' two years er so I spent landlocked on Jiangyin drove me half stir-crazy. How's a body do tha' fer, His eyes ran over her, again, assessing this time, as if it was the first time (and, truth be told, it was) that he'd even bothered to consider Misty's age, What are ya? Twenty-five, mebbe?
He blinks again, his disbelieving eyes, snapping back to hers. "Hell, girl," Sam grins, "ya ever even seen the inside of a transport?"
((OOC: Okay, think I'll stop there. Don't want to assume too much. Should Misty confess that, no, she's never even seen the inside of a spaceship, I figure Dash will respond with a somewhat suggestive lifting of his brows and a "Wanna?"))
Posted on 2018-01-24 at 15:21:54.
Edited on 2018-01-24 at 15:23:40 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: NICE!!!
Glad you made it, Lady D! Looking forward to seeing where you take Maggie!
Also very interested to see where Oken is going with this offer... post is up. 
Posted on 2018-01-23 at 09:36:09.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon
Subject: Fin and the fop - Introductions
Tuesday, June 3rd, 1670 a.d., Tortuga Bay Settlement (Ile de la Tortue), roughly 12:05 P.M.; The Rub of Del Monte
"Perhaps you would deign to allow me the honor of purchasing you said beverage?"
"Aye," Fin rumbles, a faint shrug of his shoulders accompanying the word, "Why th' hell not? Ye look 's if ye c'n afford it,."
He takes a couple of steps in the fop's direction, adding; "If it's anythin' more'n th' drinks ye've got in mind, though, I'll pass. I've had more'n my fill o' folk f*&^in' wit' me, t'day."
"Quaint," the fop drolly comments, leading the way to a table with a good view of the rest of the room. It is already occupied, but that seems not to deter him and as the two men approach, the lot about the table hurriedly and cleanly vacate.
Fin follows, an amused smirk his only response to the bluebird's comment. The flow of adrenaline has abated a bit but his wariness refuses to dissipate and his gaze briefly follows the men who scramble to relinquish their table at the finely dressed man's unspoken behest.
"Please," the aristocrat says, gesturing at a now empty chair and drawing Fin's attentions back.
With a muffled grunt and an even more imperceptible nod, Crowe straddles the indicated seat and settles in, his eyes quickly skimming the place, again, before falling back on the man across the table.
"I heard the man you just gutted call you Fin Crowe,"
Fin's nod of acknowledgement is more obvious than his last.
",My name is Elias Oken and I am very familiar with Mr. Kidane's skills, which yours have surpassed. This intrigues me, sir, for I may have coin for a man of your ability."
Despite the fact that the promise of coin raises a brow in curiosity, the quartermaster's eyes narrow a bit as he wonders exactly how this Oken fellow had become so familiar with Kidane's skills, Are ya a slaver, bluebird, he finds himself thinking but not asking, er did ye jus' hire th' black bastard fer muscle?
"Yeah, Bugger's had tha' comin' ta ‘im fer years," Fin rumbles quietly in the wake of a non-committal shrug of his shoulders. "Sorry if I stepped on yer plans fer th' S.O.B," Despite his words, Crowe's expression is anything but apologetic.
"Pray tell, from where do you hail," Oken asks, "and on which ship did you arrive?"
The question called something of a bemused smirk to Crowe's lips, Far's I know, he muses, eyeing the man, me Mum were a Scotch whore an' me Da were jus' as likely a dandy f*^k like you. I were whelped a slave by th' bastard airin' out ‘is guts up on th' balcony an' his shyte-heel master, Le Roux, on an isle not far from this'n, He spoke none of this aloud, of course; the rules of power told him it was never a wise thing to give a stranger (even one offering coin) too much information about oneself. "Here an' there," Fin finally offers with an enigmatic grin, "Mos' recent outta London. I come in on Th' Sun Dog, under Capt'n Cole, jus' this mornin',"
((OOC: A minor liberty, if I may,))
His gaze averts from the dandy across the table just long enough to catch a passing serving wench by the arm. "Bottle o' rum, poppet, an' two mugs," he says, inclining his head toward Oken, "Me mate, here's, buyin',"
((OOC: Assuming a nod of assent from Oken and the wench scurrying off to fetch the bottle, [/liberty]))
As the girl skitters away, Fin's attentions return, in full, to the man across the table and he leans back in his chair a bit. "More important than where I'm from, Mister Oken," he suggests, "is wha' ye might be needin' a bloke like me fer, an' wha' sort o' coin ye'd be offerin' fer my services."
Posted on 2018-01-23 at 09:31:50.
Edited on 2018-01-24 at 07:36:07 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Potential short Pathfinder Adventure
Subject: My pleasure!
Glad I could help.
Posted on 2018-01-19 at 07:50:58.
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Topic: Potential short Pathfinder Adventure
Subject: Image hosting...
Try webs.com. I store most of the images I've shared on the Inn, there, and, other than the time I didn't log into my account for more than a year, I've had no problems.
Posted on 2018-01-18 at 15:06:56.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Heh...
...been a few times I wasn't sure that ol' Dash wasn't trouble incarnate.
Loved the post!
Posted on 2018-01-18 at 11:48:49.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Pleased to be of assistance!
I'm enjoying the heck out of this game and was saddened by the loss of several players. The least I could do was try and recruit some replacements... and, Lady Dark has been looking to slip back into play, hereabouts, recently soooooo... I did stuff... Things happened... now we need posts! 
For what it's worth, I also reached out to a couple of others... one has a family emergency that they're dealing with (so, really not a good time), and I have yet to hear back from the rest.
Posted on 2018-01-18 at 11:20:37.
Edited on 2018-01-18 at 11:23:43 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I'm not complaining, at all...
...even if Sam does end up in trouble!
It's been known to happen to the guy, after all.
Posted on 2018-01-17 at 19:39:17.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I truly hope not!
Come to Sammy, bao bei!
But, not with any arrest warrants or knives to stick in the back or anything, get me?
Posted on 2018-01-17 at 16:27:17.
Edited on 2018-01-17 at 16:28:29 by Eol Fefalas
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