Mirravin

I've been an on off player for, well I don't remember how long now. I haven't always had the money to be a sub but I always did when I could, and who know how many costume pieces I've bought for my toons. Had I know they were going to shut down I wouldn't have bothered even coming back to play for free. It's disheartening. NCsoft has lost my vote, and I don't care how cool a game they may come up with in the future I'm boycotting anything else that comes from them over this.

ooc: I see, I've never seen cheers by the way, so I have no idea how similar this idea maybe be compared to it. So in saying that I think I will try to explain the basic plot of what i was going for. I've run a rp like this on an rping forum and it's gone rather well, however when people here can just go to pocket D I'm not so sure how it will fair if it ever get's up and running. It's not really a serious rping venture it was just somthing I wanted to try out. It worked great for cooling down after working on rps that required more thinking.

anywho, It's not complex at all really, your character visits the bar to have a drink and interacts with other characters occuring in the bar. You know, basically cool down after fighting crime. I was even thinking of having it to where you could ask those in the bar to go on quest with you use the tavern to branch off other rps. So I guess it's sort of a social gathering kind of thing.

I also agree, I am not usually into the ones that are mainly just talking.

I hope this helps, if not just let me know and I'll see what I can do to fix whateve proublems there might be. Thanks bunchs for the input!

Go-Go Gadget butt wipe!

ooc: Wow, plenty of views but no posts, is it just that bad?

Go-Go Gadget **** cream

Go-Go-gadget geezer detector!

ooc:

Rp type: opened

Character requirements: any and all characters are welcomed and can be city and non city based.

Setting: Talos's Dirty Duck/ Royal Family's SG base (virtue, send tells will give toures) (it's a bar and grill I think, that's what the sign says anyways.)

You walk into the Dirty duck looking for the bar portion of the attraction and the man tending the counter for the grill informs you it's one of the doors in the back. You nod at him only half paying attention which may or may not be very unlike you. You thank the man for the information and head toward the back as instructed, then take a step back as you realize that you are facing a full row of doors that are in the back. You pick a door at random, not wanting to hurt your pride any further. If you pick the wrong door, and someone questions it you just figure you'll tell them it's your job to investigate such a place as part of your newest mission. You have a lot of those so it shouldn't be very hard to pull off at all.

When you walk though the door you come into a room with a small portal corps portal sitting to the very back wall. It's covered with dust and looks like it hasn't been used in a good long while. Now full of curiosity, and feeling it would only be following your duty to check out such a strange occurrence. You walk over to it's control panel press a few buttons, and maybe ever to your own amazement the portal begins to come back to life with the usual room shaking goodness you've come to expect from the portal corps portals. (yes they do shake, you have to stand really close to one but they do.)

Unsure of what to expect on the other side, you leap into the portal as you've more than likely done countless times before (unless yur a villain or an ae noob not that those should really be put in the same sentence).

To your surprise you find an old tavern like, almost diner like place filled with the most random set of people you've ever seen.



(like this if this image works)


Standing at is a strange woman draped in all white robes lined with bright red. She warmly becones you over to sit on one of the barrels they have set up as bar stools, and asks if you'd like a drink. of course you ask the usual questions that would be asked. where is this? what is this? who are you? ect.


You can see her smiling under her hood but only barely.

"I am Queen Mirravin, and you are in the place call the commons. It's a small piece of the Royal Family's base here in Paragon. We of the royal family will only be here among the human race for a small time. You have been lucky enough to have found us, and you should make use of our hospitality while we are still here to give it.

Here you are free to do as you please, so long as no one else here objects to whatever that my be, that is. have a seat, eat a meal, have a drink, read a book from the library behind you, or try your luck on the dance floor to your right. While you are here your heart's desire is the focuse of our enjoyment.

Now, I'll restate my pervious offer, would you like something to drink?" she follows the question up with a mischevious giggle, dare you stay at such a mystrious place?

Go-Go superfragalistic-calfrageldoshious-sha-sha- somthing

Once upon a Positron there was a bug. It's purple Mankey liked saving walruses deaths. Until a green shoe fell off a pretty cloud of root beer fluff cleaving off seven little toes while chewing Bubblegum. After seeing the drunk Pinnacle-ite puke chunky bits of magnets, it stumbled into a garbage carafe. Feeling pretty depressed, it died a Lonely death.

Elsewhere, there were some hungry hippos dancing on me for every time one slurps from the fountain of Wayne. In the early dawn, sirens wailed under a pale little moon made of nothing. People thought they saw Ghost Widow munching on Doritos with Valerie. But it wasn't Doritos, it was a magical corncob that sexy Jay designed with care.

This time, she wanted 12 umpa-loompas and 5 slimy Pterodactyls with Listerine. Suddenly the wizard Spanksalot grumbled with great big annoyance. Dirty scoundrels sacked small vermin left by evil midgets wearing pink Fedoras and speedos. However, Elvis wasn't having cheesecake; he stopped to adjust Stacy's corset that had melted rubber down its frog but sadly, he died.

Cheney shot the lawyer in the buttocks with spitballs made of recycled garbage with asparagus. After blowing the mayor, he loaded up 12 hundred bucks obtained illegally so he licked garbage which Statesman tossed overseas. I then drank sour kiwi Rum. Drunken Avenger then sang Imagine. Afterward, Lily Tomlin beheaded the Tele-tubby while it sat eating pickled beets.

Next, Cloud Strife, Tifa Lockheart, Vincent Valentine and Yuffie Kisaragi took Aeris Gainsborough out cold.

Considering everything that transpired, little foot sat on his behind waiting for apples. Eskimo kisses tickled my tootsies unmercifully. Eventually, they screamed bloody Sunday until one benevolent little prince started rubbing knobs fiercely.
More midgets climbed Numina and pruned quietly. Taking advantage of nimble and skilled gastrointestinal parasites wasn't such a hard chore, except flying ones drove crazy trains.

Then, He-man decided to lick post-its and stuff because chimichangas just weren't enough. Orko screaming meemies blubered aimlessly South. The dog chewed Positron. He farmed ancient Rikti chimichangas. Then, Captain Swatkowski dribbled on his bib. This caused Swatkowski to run slower; the ice cream chimichanga tripped. Sensing imminent disaster, Pablo summoned blue fire buttfungus, unleashing unspeakable horrors. After the Furby stimulated mister Chimichanga, he stole 8000 blue chimichangas.

Ravenously belching Jingle Bombs, popsicles, Lava-lamps, and edible thongs, he swore revenge on Muffins containing poison tic-tacs for ruining everything. After hours of making Fudge of

Once upon a Positron there was a bug. It's purple Mankey liked saving walruses deaths. Until a green shoe fell off a pretty cloud of root beer fluff cleaving off seven little toes while chewing Bubblegum. After seeing the drunk Pinnacle-ite puke chunky bits of magnets, it stumbled into a garbage carafe. Feeling pretty depressed, it died a Lonely death.

Elsewhere, there were some hungry hippos dancing on me for every time one slurps from the fountain of Wayne. In the early dawn, sirens wailed under a pale little moon made of nothing. People thought they saw Ghost Widow munching on Doritos with Valerie. But it wasn't Doritos, it was a magical corncob that sexy Jay designed with care.

This time, she wanted 12 umpa-loompas and 5 slimy Pterodactyls with Listerine. Suddenly the wizard Spanksalot grumbled with great big annoyance. Dirty scoundrels sacked small vermin left by evil midgets wearing pink Fedoras and speedos. However, Elvis wasn't having cheesecake; he stopped to adjust Stacy's corset that had melted rubber down its frog but sadly, he died.

Cheney shot the lawyer in the buttocks with spitballs made of recycled garbage with asparagus. After blowing the mayor, he loaded up 12 hundred bucks obtained illegally so he licked garbage which Statesman tossed overseas. I then drank sour kiwi Rum. Drunken Avenger then sang Imagine. Afterward, Lily Tomlin beheaded the Tele-tubby while it sat eating pickled beets.

Next, Cloud Strife, Tifa Lockheart, Vincent Valentine and Yuffie Kisaragi took Aeris Gainsborough out cold.

Considering everything that transpired, little foot sat on his behind waiting for apples. Eskimo kisses tickled my tootsies unmercifully. Eventually, they screamed bloody Sunday until one benevolent little prince started rubbing knobs fiercely.
More midgets climbed Numina and pruned quietly. Taking advantage of nimble and skilled gastrointestinal parasites wasn't such a hard chore, except flying ones drove crazy trains.

Then, He-man decided to lick post-its and stuff because chimichangas just weren't enough. Orko screaming meemies blubered aimlessly South. The dog chewed Positron. He farmed ancient Rikti chimichangas. Then, Captain Swatkowski dribbled on his bib. This caused Swatkowski to run slower; the ice cream chimichanga tripped. Sensing imminent disaster, Pablo summoned blue fire buttfungus, unleashing unspeakable horrors. After the Furby stimulated mister Chimichanga, he stole 8000 blue chimichangas.

Ravenously belching Jingle Bombs, popsicles, Lava-lamps, and edible thongs, he swore revenge on Muffins containing poison tic-tacs for ruining everything. After hours of making

Hmmm, never had the problem with having to retire a toon, but I think the time would be when you've put the best enhancements in every slot of every power that could possibly be gotten for that build?

oww yeees! wobble action!

That should be entertaining for a couple of hours at lest. Must put that in my notes for things to try later.

in spite of the lack of people to show up I think that was pretty darn fun. Been a long while now since I've even stepped foot in the arena.

Once upon a Positron there was a bug. It's purple Mankey liked saving walruses deaths. Until a green shoe fell off a pretty cloud of root beer fluff cleaving off seven little toes while chewing Bubblegum. After seeing the drunk Pinnacle-ite puke chunky bits of magnets, it stumbled into a garbage carafe. Feeling pretty depressed, it died a Lonely death.

Elsewhere, there were some hungry hippos dancing on me for every time one slurps from the fountain of Wayne. In the early dawn, sirens wailed under a pale little moon made of nothing. People thought they saw Ghost Widow munching on Doritos with Valerie. But it wasn't Doritos, it was a magical corncob that sexy Jay designed with care.

This time, she wanted 12 umpa-loompas and 5 slimy Pterodactyls with Listerine. Suddenly the wizard Spanksalot grumbled with

Mirravin sighed and let the group go for now, she knew it was only a matter of time before they regrouped, and after seeing Sarah's reaction to he stepping in she decided to ask her if she wanted to buy the boy's meal. She was thinking of even pretending to have miss placed her coin purse. The boy seemed to have a better liking for her at any rate. In the mean time she chose to stick with Zuzana and the rest of the group, seeing no reason to easedrop on such a privet conversation.

Meanwhile Adam took a real liking for the boy. He reminded him too much of himself to ignore.

"Sean you say? Well then my name is Adam. What game were you playing with your mummy?" He continued on as warmly as he could, while also trying to push what Mirravin had told him to the back of his mind.

Thanks to all who showed up for the raid! There are currently plans being made for yet another one soon, so be on the look out for an update.

We will be attempting to get a rikti raid raid together around 7 eastern speard the word!

Ooc, yeah I know that's just me being lazy Devious, lol. I'll call her by her name from now on if it bothers you, just didn't want to confuse myself since you haven't told any of the other characters your name, and it wouldn't be to good for me to slip up and have them call you by a name they don't know yet.

Hello new friend, it's not often people take on the challange of rping small children and actually be serious about it. Props for you!

Ic: Adam didn't have a chance to argue any further with Mirravin. As soon as the young boy's voice hit her ears she made her way to his side, and while the others where comforting him, she took it upon herself to heal the wounds he'd gotten from his race from what ever he was running from. She thought it odd that a child of such a young age was in the forest so full of unforgiving man eating beast. Although it might explain why he was in such a poor state.

Adam not knowing what else to do at the moment, followed the group now investigating you small boy who seem to have just dropped into their laps so to speak. His sad state reminded him of himself when he was younger, and he couldn't help but to feel sympathy for the young boy. He know what it was like to be starving, scared, and alone.

"Hey kid, you gotta name?" He asked the boy simply. He didn't want to come across as the mushy caring type like the others seemed to be.

After Mirravin had gotten most of the boy's wounds healed she pulled the robes off of her back, to reveal The small pinkish purple breast plate that covered most of her upper torso, and a silky almost see though knee high skirt that hung daintly from her waist, and a pair a fluffy feathered wings seemed to magicaly appear from her shoulder blades.

Mirravin used a bit more magic to shrink the robes down to the boy's size, and placed it gently over his shoulders.
"Now I know it's a girl's robe, but It will keep you a bit more clothed than you were before." She told him is a soft motherly voice.

"Now,I think we need to take this young boy back to the tavern. I know it's not a place for children, but at lest there I can order him some food and maybe some water to drink." she spoke mostly to the group, although she'd already decided she'd be going though with this plan whether anyone agreed to it or not. She was a sucker for small children, and her motherly instinct always got the better of her, causing her to drop all issues to tend to a child in need. Not that it was frowned upon, but it kept her from getting her job done as quickly as she should have.

Mirravin smiled slightly when the bard came back into view. He tactics seem to have worked quite well. He smile faded however when she looked back at the look on Adam's face, and over at Nadda and the dragon who were still attempting to leave.

"I'll grant the two of you protection is you stay with us, and help us with our cause." she called over to them. At lest from what she'd gathered the only reason they were leaving was a fear of being hunted.

Then she looked over at Pax who seemed to be having a small conflict with herself. "They aren't exactly demons, the locals call the such because there isn't a real name for them. They are dark creatures who come in all shapes and sizes, and are all deadly and fearsome creatures. Thus they were all dubed demons." Mirravin tried to comfort her, but she didn't think this was very comforting news to anyone.

"At any rate when I get you all to gather properly I need to make a proposal." Mirravin continued.

Adam was scilent, he was too bussy thinking to notice anyone else. He'd spent all his life running away from the issue Mirravin brought to him, but he couldn't denigh that she was right.

A seamstress appeared in a poof and sowed it back on, and then...

I am thinking about how cool it will be to take my blaster to the red side.

is killing everyone with super cuteness

Once upon a Positron there was a bug. It's purple Mankey liked saving walruses deaths. Until a green shoe fell off a pretty cloud of root beer fluff cleaving off seven little toes while chewing Bubblegum. After seeing the drunk Pinnacle-ite puke chunky bits of magnets, it stumbled into a garbage carafe. Feeling pretty depressed, it died a Lonely death.

Elsewhere, there were some hungry hippos dancing on me for every time one slurps from the fountain of Wayne. In the early dawn, sirens wailed under a pale little moon made of nothing. People thought they saw Ghost Widow munching on

Ooc: if i have to type this in one more time and have it erased I'm going to be very upset, and might possibly damage my computer in a fit of rage. So if I ever just stop posting you'll know what happened.

Ic: "Hmp, I would be one of those freaks, thank you. For the record I'm not watching from a little crystal ball in some secret lair. I was just waiting for the right time to revile myself. I do all my own work, and this is what I have to deal with, an over confident Military buff, a lazy entities lackey who seems to have a proublem with everything I do, and a bard that runs away at the slightest sign of a challange. It's no wonder the higher ups don't bother to come to these places.

ugh, again, I'm sorry. If you must know my name, I'm called Mirravin, or if you rather not deal with being formal, I'd like you to call me Miv." Mirravin huffed in annoyance.

The she looked from where Laz had gone over to Nadda and Sarah. It looked as if everyone was attempting to run away from the little group that had formed. She couldn't let that happen after waiting so long for the group to find one another.

*So you are just going to run away? What happened to a bard's love for the open road, and traveling with those he thinks he can get a good song from? You can't tell me you aren't itching to write a song that will be sung long past your own life? Has the elf lost his spunk?* Mirravin sent her thoughts to Laz hoping to at lest get him riled up enough against her to come back to spite her.

"Ok, little Miss Mirravin, while I'm flatter I've inherited a stalker, I would like to know why I am being stalked. That shouldn't be too much for you to answer." Adam walked up closer to Mirravin as he spoke.

"You are Adam Rayon, correct?" Mirravin answered with another question.

"Yeah, that's me. What are you getting at?" Adam wasn't quite sure where this was going, and not so sure he wanted to know anymore.

"Adam, you are aware of the war going on right now aren't you?" Mirravin gave yet another question.

"Yeah, everyone knows about the fight that's going on between us, and those demon things that keep popping out of hornthraw. Those things are winning, which is why most folks don't even bother with coming up to ground level. The only reason this place is safe is because it's surrounded by the forest, and not even the demons from hornthraw are crazy enough to try and go though it. Just tell me what that has to do with you spying on me." Adam's tone was more serious than anyone there had ever heard him be.

"You are, you are the true heir to hornthraw castle. I think you already knew that. So I really don't have to explain why I'm here. As you said, your people are losing the war, and that's why they need you more than ever. It's time for you to stop running away from this, before there's no where to run away to, Adam." Mirravin answered gruffly.

"I can't do that. I'm not going to be someone's show piece. Go find some one else to play war with." Adam told her in a hushed voice, while looking Mirravin dead in the eyes.

"That castle responds to you, Adam, you have an obligation to your people to at lest try and gain control of it." Mirravin looked as if she might be about to lose her temper again.

"They didn't want my help before, Don't see a reason to give it now. It's not really my problem anymore." Adam snapped and turned away from her.

"Oh, so you're just going to let millions of people die? You won't be able to run forever Adam. If this keeps up there won't be any more people to save, and there won't be any were left to run, because it will all be gone!" Mirravin had officially lost her temper, and was now charging after Adam. She looked as if she would wring his neck if she actually got a hold of him.

The robed figure was obviously trying to keep from going into a mindless rage at this point. Now it seemed that she was getting it from two directions now. Her pride was being hurt a bit more than she could take. "You people really do like working on my nerves don't you? I might be old but I don't care for the title grandmother." The woman huffed and allowed her hood to fall back on her shoulders. Her magniffacent blue eyes were flaring with an angry passion, as they darted from the axe whielder to Nadda. Her pale silver white skin glimmered in the sun light. Beautiful silver hair flowed gracefully from her brow to her waist. Two bright red stripes of hair curled over either side of her face, and traveled down her round checks until they curled under right above her bust line.

Her majestic almost child like features could leave any man in awe, and any woman even couldn't help but take a second glance. One of those features where her ears, a set of red tipped fox ears on the top of her head, that poked though her glossy hair.

(not exactly great with her descip, please see here for image)

http://mirravin.xanga.com/photos/81f1b235530232/#

"Now, that is a woman!" As soon as Adam said it he quickly placed a hand over his hand. The woman didn't seem too bothered by the comment though. Instead she grinned slightly.

"Now as for you, I don't recall having your title, so there really is no reason for me to give you mine." She continued on to Nadda almost as if she'd never heard a think come from Adam's mouth. Which was both releaving and strangely hurtful.