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I don't know about that one, dear Corwin. See, all I see in the posts these days is complaints about not being accepted into conversations or invited or approached and just left in a shadowy corner to think amongst oneself. Perhaps James is a demonstration we can learn from instead of be...

It could distinctly be written into the character's personality that they are a plain and snotty know-it-all, and that's entirely on purpose. It may happen more frequently than it used to, but perhaps that's players stretching out their limbs from the regular modesty and trying to plunge into...

Entering into the tavern would be a hooden figurine, moving with the softest of grace, every step deliberate. Dainty hands reach up to her hood, allowing it to fall back on her shoulders. Immediately, waves of navy blue tresses spill out and tumble down her back. Her feet are strangely bare...

Ooohhh oldies, super oldies. I like that plan. Cuz y'know, some of us got people back from Wizards that might half be remembered but never were discovered on who it was behind the scenes. That, is an idea I like.

*scratches chin* When Jea saw Jazzy's male form for the first time. And I quote: Jeajea 's face drops faster than a lead ballon positively thrown at the ground.

Errow! *runs off*

Seems the meds I prescribed him aren't working. :uhoh: I have no drama, I -am- drama! ... No conflictions on my end, either.

Even if Ariel is caught dancing with a drunken Jazz, lovey Fatora, and arse Baal.

Oh da, aaaaaaaaand for all those eager Belaros fans out there, there is reported sighting of a familiar, grouchy old fart of a vampire lurking in the shadows. Perhaps a return is in order. I remember when Jazzmyn finally came back after a year or so and made a surprise visit to our beloved...

Zel should get around to towing Bari by the ear again to go and apologise to random people he insults.

*facepaws* Okay, okay, okay... I got another one. When Crush sneezed that nasty glob of snot in Zeliphia's hair, she freaked right out and started flailing her hands, Bari trying to calm her down. I forget how long she sat there with Crush 'combing' his nose goodness out of her locks... eewww..

You know I just have to put one of Baalodias in here. When Jazzmyn and Baal were having one of their monthly 'wrestle matches' that usually end up with someone half dead and the room virtually destroyed. Jazz had coiled Baal up in a bunch of tentacles to restrain him, and he started shooting...

*snickers* Baalodias, Titus, and myself would feel tickled about that. Sheesh, we have a war going on, and earlier today there was a bit of bantering back and forth between my character (Jazzmyn) and yours. Perhaps her immediate fleeting the scene made you feel like she didn't want to...

This happened one time to me. 'Cept, I fell asleep in front of the computer. What I do when I used to pull those infamous all-nighter rp's is I'd yank down the Start menu completely out of sight so I could have full-screen action. Well, this one time when I woke up again, I had the window...

*another note is pinned up, same ol' same ol'* Of course I was busy? Really, how could I not be busy? I don't just set aside little time frames to await for someone to approach me to share stories or banter back and forth... if you're of any importance to me, you'll stand in line. Simple...

*A note in the similar writing in the beginning is left with the same scent, language, and color* I'll be waiting. Jazzmyn

*snorts* Wow, Jea, I never thought you'd take the hot tub trilogy so seriously! I would love for one to be there, oh yes, nice and toasty warm in an otherwise chilled (assumably?) environment. With martini's. Or ales. Mwahaha. And fluffy white towels for drying off. And lights and colors...

:confused: Wait a minute. Nichie, I was... here longer than you?

*peers around at mention of 'vampie thing'... FLEXES MUSCLES! ARRRR!* Good to have you back Ethera ^_^. You won't remember any of my chara's but I do remember you now that I'm fully rested. lol, Baal tried to get us to meet sooner, but my brain was half functioning.

*A large piece of parchment with the lingering scent of age hanging on it dangles on the boards, the words written in a crimson ink. The script is elegant, hand-written, and in the language known as Old Vampiric.* Kindred, I offer you a chance to renew your name, restore a dead dream, and...