DeathKnight

[color=crimson]Big grats' to Asphy. I think she's one of the more nifty people here. I'd say more but I've been momentarily shocked by the picture of Des.[/color]

[color=crimson][center][i]"Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking."[/i] - H.W. Longfellow.[/center] Before you sits a swirling, writhing mass of shadow. It pulsates rhythmically, an audible 'snap' accompanying each pulse. Curious, you cautiously reach out to touch the shadow and the moment your fingers touch it, the shadow spreads up your arm like a fire. It consumes you entirely, leaving you within a bleak, black darkness that seems to never end. Your curiosity has cost you and fear overtakes your body as you feel the scenery around you [i]moving[/i] as if it's alive. [b]Snap[/b]. You feel liquid pouring down your forehead and down your face. Inadvertently you taste some of it- blood. It is your own blood. Panic overtakes you as you feel the need to [i]run[/i]. A need to escape, to get out of.. wherever it is you have been imprisoned. As you struggle against the suffocating darkness a harsh cacophony deafens you, paralyzing you in intense pain. As quickly as it begins, it stops and you slowly open your eyes again. Startlingly, staring back at you is a lone eye emanating out an eerie purple glow. It blinks once as it watches your reaction to it before a voice washes into your head, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. ".. Childe of Caine, open up your eyes." The eye opens up wider and you can feel yourself being ripped to pieces as the darkness lifts, giving you enough light to see your own blood splash all around you. ~-~ You awake with a start in the darkened room, shooting straight out of your bed. What a horrible nightmare that was- and yet, as you look around at your fellow orphans, you see several of them sitting up as well. A clap of thunder startles you enough that you let out a tiny yelp- you cover your mouth in embarrassment but no one seems to have noticed. [i]Drip, drip, drip, drip.[/i] A curious noise attracts your attention- you look to the source and find that it's coming from a nearby bed. The resident seems to still be sleeping.. no nightmares for them. Yet, you wonder what that dripping noise is and get out of your bed. [i]Drip, drip, drip..[/i] a puddle has formed from the liquid. You kneel down to it and dab your fingers in it twice before bringing up to your face. The darkness within the room makes it hard to tell, but on cue a flash of lightning brightens up the room and reveals the crimson red stain that is now on your fingers. You rise up slowly and look to the occupant of the bed with wide eyes- another flash of lightning reveals their butchered remains. Shock keeps you from crying out and you fall back onto your bed, staring listlessly into space as your mind struggles to keep itself sane. Rain begins to pour outside as the night carries on- you and your surviving friends are shocked to find that a huge number of your friends have been killed, seemingly in their sleep. There is a common worry that the murderer is still loose, within the confines of the orphanage and it is decided that you will quickly seek the administrator to warn him of the trouble. He's been kind to you all of your life and you feel safe when you think of him- certainly he will protect you. The small party of orphans you are in makes its way through the modest orphanage and to the main office, shock still numbing your mind from the things you have seen thus far. As the door to the office is opened, the thick stench of death overcomes your senses. The light is on and behind the desk is not your beloved administrator. A stranger sits there, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. He smiles grimly at you and nods. "Welcome, children." --- Within the Ukraine, there is an orphanage. Inside, a strange multi-ethnic mixture of orphans reside coming from many corners of the Earth. Sheltered and hidden, it has been your home for as long as you can remember. There never seemed to be much hope of you being adopted.. indeed, you hardly saw any prospective parents in your time there thus far. A mysterious atmosphere always had hung over your 'home', something strange in the atmosphere of the place. You tolerated this, though- you were taught well by the administrator in scholastics so far and you were good friends with all the other orphans. It was peaceful, really. And.. yet, it was not meant to be. [b]Name[/b]: Full name or nickname. [b]Ethnicity[/b]: Whatever you wish it to be. [b]Age[/b]: No older than 15. [b]Gender[/b]: Self explanatory. [b]Appearance[/b]: Written, an image or a mix thereof. Keep your age in mind. [b]Personality[/b]: How your character acts and whatever else is applicable. Again, keep your age in mind. [b]Fortes[/b]: What can your character do better than anyone else? [b]Biography/Writing Sample[/b]: Do whichever you please. There is a comradery between characters.. so use that as you will.[/color]

[quote name='Gavin][SIZE=1']Well now it seems my concern that Red Team would be the last to finish was unfounded [/SIZE][/quote] [color=crimson]Indeed. Well, the fun train is hopefully rolling again in Green's thread. What fun.[/color]

[color=crimson]As far as you can tell, you exist. So, as long as you still exist, I suggest you use that time wisely. Beyond that, it's whatever you want to think. I'm sure people will have fun ranting and raving in this thread though, lol.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Growlanser Generations[/b]- A pack of Growlanser 2 and 3, this is pretty much one of the better tactical RPGs to come out since.. Disgaea, really. The stories for both of the games are top notch but Growlanser 2 is a bit short. However, both of the games have seven or eight different endings possible (I wish I was kidding) and both of them include a nice New Game+ feature so you have tons of replay value there. It has a neat system where you pretty much 'create' the main character's method of fighting in the beginning- there is a series of questions and the answers you give determine various statistics of yours. Defense, attack, magic attack, MP/HP, elemental resistances, how your stats grow- all of it is affected by the opening questions. In Growlanser 3 there is the added affect of your questions determining your character's personality- depending on what kind of personality you have you will open up/close off the responses you can give during conversations. Not really sure what else to tell you. It's good in every area that I can think of- even the voice acting is pretty awesome for an American RPG. [b]Suikoden 3[/b]- I'm not sure why more people don't play the Suikoden series since it's infinitely more entertaining than any of the post-FF7 Final Fantasy offerings. Really- you should go pick up Suikoden 1 and 2 sometime because of how classically good they are. But if you are really just into PS2-era RPGs, Suikoden 3 is really worth your time. All the production values are great- good visuals, good sound and so on. It has a immersive, well written story that is told from three different viewpoints. The characters (all [b]108[/b] of them that you can recruit) are all engaging and interesting- especially the three main characters. The battle system is a bit atypical if you haven't played a Suikoden game before- you have a party of six instead of three/four and you can execute combo attacks depending on how you pair them up. Beyond that minute difference, it's a pretty standard RPG battle system. There are alot of extra mini-bosses/side quests you can do so you'll have plenty to do. All in all I think it's depressing that more people haven't played it.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Name[/b]: Minerva. [b]Gender[/b]: Feminine. [b]Side[/b]: Risen Warsmith. [b]Appearance[/b]: Minerva is stuck looking somewhat younger than her peers, appearing to be in her mid teen years. Because of this she is rather unimpressive in stature in comparison to some of the behemoths that live in Bethlehem considering her height of 5'1". Her hair is a vibrant fiery-red color (matching her eyes) and hangs to her mid-back. Her skin is actually rather healthily tanned but it is covered in scars from a mix of two things- her work and the sadistic methods of punishment used in hell. She wears black, conservative-looking dresses most of the time matched with a pair of black boots. [b]Fighting Style[/b]: Hiding in Minerva's small body is a shocking, overwhelming amount of strength and stamina. Armed with a halberd that is large than she is, her method of fighting is not artistic or stylistic at all. She prefers to use brutish strikes and blows to simply obliterate anything in her path. Psychotic in battle, Minerva cares little for self-preservation or avoiding being hit. Her psychotic method of fighting is extremely potent but she is hardly as swift/precise as Azathoth or Baal with it, usually laying waste to everything around her target while in pursuit of it. The only elemental power she can control is fire. Indeed, the color of her hair and eyes is caused by her uncanny link to fire. Using flame seems to take very little effort on her part and she uses her abilities often in fights/everyday life. [b]Personality[/b]: Disinterested in most of the goings on around her, Minerva has a caustic, crass approach to casual situations. She is respectful of Belial and Raphael because of the hierarchy, but most everyone else is fair game for her sarcasm. She isn't easily phased by things and is usually calm- unless there is a whiff of battle in the air. She loves a good fight and charges headlong into them without any hint of self-control, seeking the excitement of war. Her mental acumen is on par with most immortals- knowledge is in abundance among them. Her specialty is creation and maintenance of weapons, armor and trinkets for her comrades. [b]Writing Sample[/b]: Tomes lined the walls around Minerva. She wrinkled her nose- her private library had smelt increasingly dusty recently. Granted, all the books were old, some even as old as herself. Most had seen better days and were in various stages of falling apart but the knowledge within them was what was important. She made her way over to one of the many shelves and traced her hand along the bindings, scanning for a specific title. She let out a 'ah-ha' as she came upon her target and carefully slid it from it's place. The cover had no title, only the eerie image of a fully opened eye. She took it and walked over to a nearby desk, taking a seat. Opening the book carefully, she flipped to the first page and began to read aloud. "The Prophecies, as delivered by the Infernal Consortium." She smiled as she read the opening line of the page- this book had been one of Lucifer's most prized possessions, containing within it a record of demonic divinations given by some of his mystics. By a bad stroke of luck he had lost it some time ago.. and by a good stroke of luck it had ended up in Minerva's possession. She began to scan through the book, looking for a specific prophecy. It had been some time since she read the book in entirety- well before she had come to Bethlehem. Honestly though it was a horrible piece of literature- boring and incessantly lengthy, bordering on being one long series of tangents. However, a recent conversation about the book had reminded her of a prophecy within it that seemed to have been speaking of Bethlehem. She couldn't recall much of the specifics though and was curious as to what it had said. "Ah, here we are." She said to herself, arriving at the appropriate prophecy. "In regards to the CITADEL OF CHAOS, upon the realm of Mortals lead by a UNNATURAL UNION of monarchs; there will be nothing but ruination given to it by LUCIFER and their utter destruction will be swift and complete. With overpowering might, LUCIFER shall.." She stopped reading as the book continued to rant on about how the 'Citadel of Chaos' would be totally destroyed. She closed the book, stood and walked to where she had taken it. Carefully placing it back in it's place, she shook her head slowly. "I hope that's as much ******** as I think it is." OOC: That's the worst writing sample I've ever written. Jesus.[/color]

[color=crimson]"... they..-ill.. arrive...shortly.." The message for Corsair was heavily fragmented from the ad hoc encryption system that had been applied to it. It was good news. Well, kind of. The position he was in remained precarious. The guard was heavy and elite- the kind of skilled soldier only money could spawn. Their numbers made them more of a small army than a security force- too much for Corsair and his squad, that's for sure. Political Mob maneuverings had landed him in this hot seat- only his skills and luck could bail him out. "Alright.. listen up." He said in a low voice to his squad. They were a short distance away from the decadent hall that the Ball was taking place in. They were in the shadows of an abandoned highway, the lone piece of squalor in the area. The long shadow cast by the highway was a good enough cloak for the squad. "I've got some friends on the way who are more suited to this kind of thing than we are. We're going to use some muscle to clear them a clean path into the heart of this little shindig. With them, we can prolly score a nice little victory here.. both tactically and politically." "Still, we're in some shit aren't we?" One of his squad mates said. He was a younger man, a little bit green.. for a member of the Mob, that is. "Yeah, a bit. This isn't going to be an easy evening." Corsair rubbed his chin as he spoke, "There will be a lot of blood spilt tonight. Make sure it isn't yours that is being splattered across the room." His words made the young man shift uncomfortably a bit which caused Corsair to smile. "You'll be fine, kid." "Yeah.." Was the extent of the young man's reply. The sound of an engine roaring to life caught Corsair's attention. He looked back to the large vehicle behind him and the mechanic that was crawling out of it's hatch. "Finally get it going, Bishop?" "This thing is older than you are, jesus." Bishop replied and dusted himself off, "Where did you get this antique?" "Old friends." Corsair looked at the tank behind Bishop and nodded, "It'll be a good enough artillery piece. Now.. we need to disorganize them as much as possible before our cavalry arrives and we charge in there. Primarily.. I want to cut the power to the district. Two of you.. stay here and guard our artillery piece. I don't think they will pick up on it but you never know. The rest of you are coming with me. We've got some demolition work to do."[/color]

[img]http://my.magicsig.com/oika4rvgb3.gif[/img] [color=crimson]Awesome.[/color]

[quote name='Lord Rannos][COLOR=DarkRed']I'm here to experience life and I think that's gonna be one of the most interesting experiences out there.[/COLOR][/quote] [color=crimson]Prepare for disappointment.[/color] [quote name='Bombu][color=darkred']You gonna stop them Mother Teresa?[/color][/quote] [color=crimson]Hopefully, yes. There is a difference between letting your bro take a recreational hit sometimes and letting someone slide deeper into a dark abyss of drug abuse. You should not be as apathetic to the latter as they have a legitimate problem that they probably lack the will to solve themselves. It must be easy to say "let themselves **** up" when it isn't yourself dealing with it.[/color] [quote name='Bombu][color=darkred']If you feel that way then go and spread "truth, justice, and the American way" Superman.[/color][/quote] [color=crimson]You bet.[/color]

[color=crimson]I'd have to say that both genders can confuse each other quite easily when circumstances, misunderstandings and otherwise all convene into one grand mass of chaos. Fun, eh. Anyway, yeah. Social things in general are weird most of the time. I'm pretty sure the guy you are specifically talking about is an ***, though.[/color]

[color=crimson]It's a personal decision. Me? I think most drugs are pretty overrated, to say the least. This is ignoring all of the jargon Drix just spat out like an auctioneer detailing some of the affects of one of the more popular drugs on the street. Alcohol.. hmm. No real opinion about it, I suppose. Alcoholism is, obviously, a real problem but just light recreational/ceremonial drinking I could see myself participating in. Just, you gotta be careful whatever you decide to do with drugs/alcohol. People can be pretty misguided about their ability to control themselves- it's never as good as you think it is (especially when under the influence).[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Name[/b]: Nox. Widely given title is 'Conjurer of Selene'. [b]Age[/b]: Looks to be in his upper twenties. [b]Gender[/b]: Male. [b]Race[/b]: Guardian. [b]Position[/b]: Guardian of Darkness, Brother of Jul. [b]Appearance[/b]: [url=http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/8973/fegcart032ft.jpg]Here[/url]. [b]Personality[/b]: Serene. It's hard to phase him or surprise him- he takes things a little too well, really. He can be very understanding and caring- especially when dealing with his allies. A sarcastic streak rises up in him every now and then but not enough to cause many problems. In battle, he is brutally focused on the task at hand and doesn't retain any of his warmth or sympathy. He is unwaveringly loyal to his sister and all of his comrades. [b]Weapons[/b]: [b]Grimoire of Lilith[/b]- An extremely dangerous tome whose full contents have only been read by Nox and, perhaps, Jul. The very pages seem to let off an eerie aura of darkness- not evil, perhaps, but very malevolent. It has nominal sentience and self-awareness but stays in a sleep-like state until it is needed. When it is 'awoken' by Nox the cursed pages loose themselves from the book, becoming a living weapon. They become as strong/sharp as any blade and come under full control of Nox who can maneuver them as he wills until his energy is spent or the battle is won. Outside of battle, the contents of the grimoire are presumed to be predominantly mystical in nature and it seems to aid him greatly whenever such knowledge is necessary. Even less well known is the fact that, due to it's awareness, the grimoire has the capacity to 'speak'. What is says, however, is definitely unknown to anyone beyond Nox, his sister, or his inner circle of friends. [b]Powers[/b]: Mostly linked to the mystical arts the Guardians of Darkness pursue. Ice and shadow manipulation predominantly. He has been tinkering with his elemental abilities, seeking to create golems made entirely of either ice or shadow. He has nearly achieved success in this venture but it still requires some fine tuning. Physically he is somewhat unrefined but enough to, at least, hold his ground against most Guardians [ignoring those who focus specifically on their martial abilities]. [b]Character Snippet[/b]: Will edit. [b]Notes/Other[/b]: IM/PM me Ecstasy and we'll work together on the background.[/color]

[color=crimson]Unfortunately most of OtakuBoards is racist against Elves and Wand-users so we're not going to do either of those. There is, however, some discussion of changing it to otakuboards.deathknight for obvious reasons.[/color]

[quote name='Mage17']Oh and by the title, I call my firneds Emu's (a type of flightless bird) instead of Emo, just to make them mad :catgirl:[/quote] [color=crimson]Nice. I can tell you are a sharp individual. I don't have a problem with emo people or their numerous variants. It could be worse, really. They could all be super bright and cheery and singing: [i]I'm so happy! AHA! Happy go lucky me! I just go my way, living everyday! I don't worry! Worrying don't agree, Things that bother you, never bother me~~ Things that bother you, never bother me! I feel happy and fine! AHA! Living in the sunlight, loving in the moonlight Having a wonderful time![/i] So, yeah. Count your blessings.[/color]

[QUOTE=Ziggy Stardust][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=Sienna]I too am fed up with this whole 'free speech' whathaveyou. But, I propose we go one step further than 'limited speech'. No matter what you say somone will be offended by it somewhere, and eventually everyone would become broke. I prepose a complete and utter elemination of communication. Logically, it's the only solution; surgically remove the vocal cords of everyone on earth, aswell as lobotomizing everyone. This way we'd have a population of grey, emotionless, uncreative, unofensive people, all living in harmony! Hurray! [/COLOR][/FONT][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]Brevity is the soul of wit. I dunno. Not much of a war to me. Just part of existing. I guess, if you are really so dramatically involved in the 'fight' against people who are offended by you.. well, not fighting would probably offend the people who want to keep fighting. Keep on trudging through the muck. Nothing else to really do.[/color]

[color=crimson]Awesome. I just got done with Erementar Gerad and I needed something new to see. I'll tell you what I think in a couple of days. Thanks, Big D.[/color]

[quote name='demon slayer 5']the time will be riht young one[/quote] [color=crimson]Wise words, sensei.[/color] [quote name='Ecstasy][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=1]Heh, the story of my life, eh Linkk? [/SIZE'][/COLOR][/quote] [color=crimson]What a long and tiresome life you must have lived thus far. Admirable, really. Keep at it. Anyway, just chill. Things work out better than you think if you let time stew on it for awhile. He might have been taken by surprise but I think he'll come around.. probably. I don't think you really did anything 'wrong' by telling him early, you just followed your own heart- which is what you should do. All this advice, while it has good intentions, is only so relevant to your situation/method of operation/personality/etc. so you shouldn't rely it on [i]totally[/i]. Take what you can from it and adapt it to you. No better way to do it. Good luck to you.[/color]

[color=crimson]Corsair's cybernetic eye whirred as it switched back to normal mode. He sat just a short distance away from the bar, wrapped in his black cloak with his face hidden by the hood. He reached beneath his cloak and into an interior pocket, retrieving his small communicator. He flipped it open and punched in few numbers. He waited as it connected through the extremely unreliable and chaotic network that the members of the Mob were forced to bear with. Finally, the connection was established. "Yeah?" A woman's voice answered within a few moments. "It's Corsair." "Well, no shit it's you. You're the only person who has the balls to call at these ungodly hours." Her irritation was obvious from the tone of her voice. "Sorry about that Alina, but.. well, I've got a situation here that changes things." A shot rang out from the tavern that caused Corsair to shake his head- time was of the essence. "A Neoristocrat is stirring up some trouble with some acquaintances of mine at my favorite tavern. Just quickly spread the word. Some of the bigger organizations will care since they just signed that bullshit cease-fire with the Neoristocracy. " "You got it. You need any backup?" "No. I believe my acquaintances can handle themselves fine. The Dreaming Crane is a good warm up for them." Corsair smiled a bit as he said that. "I'll just keep an eye on things. I don't really care to fight that bastard. Always ends up being a tiring affair." "Hah, The Dreaming Cane, eh? I hope you didn't like your acquaintances that much. I'll get the word out about the violation of the cease-fire. Stay safe, boss." Alina promptly hung up and Corsair was left in silence. He picked up his light machinegun and approached the tavern, stopping just outside the door. It had become quiet, like the calm before the storm- or was the fight already over? Finally he heard a male voice mutter something- the only word he could pick up from outside the door was 'dreams'. "[i]Oh well. I'll just wait here.. I think Freya and company can handle themselves. They need to see that the path they are taking is a very difficult one.[/i]" He thought to himself. "[i]If things start to go wrong..[/i]" The door in front of him was sliced to pieces in an instant and there stood the very man he had been trying to avoid. "Well," One of Corsair's eyebrows shot up as he spoke, "That plan died pretty quickly." "I hope you weren't thinking of attacking me from behind, hm?" Asim said, eyeing Corsair all the while.[/color]

[quote name='Amorphous']Now I am not insulting you nor am I calling you a pseudo-intellectual[/quote] [color=crimson]I'd hope not. I'm a very, very sensitive person you know. It's all good, bro. After all, after your little rant your post turned out to be rather cliche too, so.. I suppose that, ultimately, we all fail it. Especially you, Ziggy Stardust.[/color]

[quote name='Jakehammaren']I listen to Metal. I'm talking real, honest, true Metal - not Slipknot or Ill Nino or anything else along those lines. That's not Metal.[/quote] [color=crimson]How cliche. I listen to whatever catches my ear. Lyrics are important but not as much as the overall flow of the song- the combination of what the singer is trying to say with the instrumentation behind it. Combine those well enough and you have a majestic work of art- or, I suppose, a really great song. I don't really have a favorite genre anymore. I know what genres I generally don't 'appreciate' though- Country (excluding Mr. Johnny Cash) and Pop music.[/color]

[color=crimson]1. Pick a Band or Artist: Death Cab For Cutie. 2. Are you male or female: This Charming Man. 3. Describe yourself: I Was a Kaleidoscope. 4. How do some people feel about you: A Lack of Color. 5. Describe your ex boyfriend/girlfriend: We Looked Like Giants. 6. Describe your current boyfriend/girlfriend: N/A. 7. Describe where you want to be: Lightness. 8. Describe how you love: Soul Meets Body. 9. What would you ask if you had just one wish: Champagne From a Paper Cup. 10. Share a few words of wisdom: Someday You Will Be Loved. 11. Now say goodbye: A Movie Script Ending.[/color]

[quote name='Dragonboym2][COLOR=Blue']What do you guys think?[/COLOR][/quote] [color=crimson]I'm trying [i]not[/i] to.[/color] [quote name='Ziggy Stardust][COLOR=Sienna][FONT=Times New Roman]Feet make me hot.[/FONT'][/COLOR][/quote] [color=crimson]Awesome.[/color]

[quote name='MistressRoxie][color=#9933ff']I think the cartoons were very offensive extremely inappropriate, and Chabichou said it best - they were lies about the prophet, and about Islam.[/color][/quote] [color=crimson]Nope. The "offensive" ones were satire which is always, to some degree, offensive/caustic. I don't really see them as lies. Some facets of Islamic society [i]are[/i] nutso, psychotic terrorists and there are enough of them that it is A.) A problem. B.) Easily used for satirical takes on all of Islamic society.[/color] [quote name='MistressRoxie][color=#9933ff']Although they were meant as examples of free press, they're definitely INAPPROPRIATE on any level. If they were cartoons about Jesus on THAT level, you can bet that I would be flipping out worse than any of the Muslim countries, because I would find it extremely offensive to my religion.[/quote][/color] [color=crimson]Man, people use Christian figures inappropriately all the time. If you seriously paid attention you'd be writing a lot of long, angry letters Roxrox. BTW, check out the movie Dogma. That's some funny stuff.[/color] [quote name='MistressRoxie][color=#9933ff']Unlike some of you insensitive jerks out there, I actually do cringe when people make distasteful political cartoons out of figures like Jesus, Muhammad, or even Buddha (and other religious icons).[/quote][/color] [color=crimson]I dunno. Personally, if I was Jesus, I wouldn't care about what mortals were doing in regards to using me in an offbeat way. That's kind of.. not important in comparison to all the ethereal shindigs I'd be involved in. I guess people are less calm than Ken-Jesus. Raise your battle flag high and fight the fine fight against the offensive materials of the free world. Theocratic inroads for all![/color] [quote name='MistressRoxie][color=#9933ff']You know the rule that in polite company you don't talk about 1) politics and 2) religion?[/quote][/color] [color=crimson]3) Anything at all remotely interesting. Don't spoil the mood, man.[/color] [quote name='MistressRoxie][color=#9933ff'] It bothers me too, that EVERYONE in the world seems to be a self-centered, insensitive jerkface, not caring if the trodd on the fundamental beliefs of others.[/color][/quote] [color=crimson]Not really sure how to respond to this since you are being kind of a self-centered, insensitive jerkface trotting on the opinions/actions of others as freely as you so desire under the guise of your own opinions. What a weird paradox.[/color] [quote name='MistressRoxie][color=#9933ff][size=1'](heh, then again, I hate the French gov't. I spent ten minutes bashing their government and military today in English class[/size][/quote][/color] [color=crimson]Awesome. That's pretty hardcore. [/color] [QUOTE=Adahn][size=2]Religion=bad[/size] [size=2]Politics=bad[/size] [size=2]Religion + Politics = badbad[/size][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]Seconded.[/color]

[quote name='Chabichou][COLOR=#004a6f']He was the greatest man in history.[/COLOR][/quote] [color=crimson]Hahaha. Ahh, man. That was funny. Anyway, the cartoons [i]are[/i] in bad taste [and, actually, not that witty] but the reaction to it by the general public/respective Arab nations is extremely overblown in my opinion. I can understand that they are highly offensive but they do not represent the official views of the government of Denmark and, most likely, the majority of the people of Denmark. An apology is necessary but somehow the hissy fits that are being thrown irritate me. Oh well. I'm sure it will work out well enough.[/color]

[color=crimson]Corsair glanced to the bartender and nodded to him. The bartender gave a brief nod back before quietly heading to a rear room, giving them adequate privacy for their meeting. Corsair stroked his beard idly before finally speaking, "We've done some business a few times prior to this, Freya.. but I don't think I've ever met your friend. Hello there," He nodded to the lupine Chimera, "I am Corsair. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." "I'm Oran." The lupine replied and nodded back, "It's nice to meet you." "Well, Oran.. I'd buy you a drink, but," Corsair glanced down to his drink and arched an eyebrow, "Uh, I'm not too sure you'd live to tell the tale. How about a cigar for you guys instead?" He reached underneath his cloak and pulled out a pair of cigars. "I'm not much of a smoker but," Freya looked at the cigars, "These are a rare sight around here. I always wondered how you got them." She eyed him with curiosity. "You wouldn't believe what shady assholes I have to chat with just to get a smoke." Corsair said with a wry grin, "Well, if you decide you want one just tell me. I don't mind sharing them with my friends." He slid them back into a pocket in his cloak and nodded to Freya, "So, let's get down to business. From our prior conversation I understand that you need my assistance?"[/color]