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So the theory is, that Ariel, as a vampire, and me as a player of said nibbler, should openly offer her up for slayin' to make the slayers look good? *Chuckles* I think the you cant kill me bit is more down to the fact that no one really wants their hard work murdered. (Again with that grey...

Cute. And I read the whole thing. Got a good laugh, some insightful info, some ideas and ideals I should look into...and more than half of it went WAY over my head. The us vs them issue, as I believe Morty meant it, pertains to IC discrepencies rather than OOC rivalries. I understand some...

I'll pay that. And take it too. So long as someone edible has got the last quarter. In Australia, everything is made big? Besides, we haven't even started on leeches ;-) But to the point. I wonder, what would happen, if vampires did abide by the rules and regs of say...(3.5). I wonder how...

Gah! I got 3/4 right. Counts for something? I adore the I'll nibble but wont kill routine. Ariel, when I first had her turned, abided by that. Ask KC, the arguement was endless. Eventually I turned a book and way of thinking and came to realise; hey, nothin' wrong with being evil now is...

Sure thing darlin! I'll get it sorted out today!

*laughs* Of habit, and probably my mistaking and choice, Ariel -is- both us and them as Morty so succinctly puts it. I've had people argue this point with me before. Of instinct and nature Ariel is evil; I totally agree that anything that survives by living off sucking blood is evil. This...

Damn cats! And by the way, if anyone -wants- to be like Ariel, I will shoot them!

You are right. It is my daylight. In fact, I usually only -ever- play when it is my daylight. On the contrary Ariel is never -outside- during these hours. Nor is she without her curtain aka cloak. She avoids windows, doors. Granted, she enters through the door, or apparently does...those...

Required: Bards, songsmen and women, musicians... Any volunteers ;-)?

The lady elf passes by, a smile curling her lips as she spies his words. She settles, to write a reply; the script flowing and neat as if writing them were a pleasure. You'll keep me? And if I run will you chase me? If I fall will you carry me? Hmmm, I'm too much a burden to bare; even for...

Quaint, and here I've had Ariel hunted, beaten, bruised, sun-burned rather severely etc over the past few years. Of note, vampirism is like a plague. Where ever Ariel bites there's left another to the tribe. (Never mind the fact that she kills all victims since she hates the thought of a...

She passes by, purposefully just to see if he'd left anything. She was hoping, and yet doubting and worried all the same. Her eyes light up when she spies the words, as does her smile; the strangest of gestures, kissing her fingertips and laying them over his handwriting. For a time she just...

Alright, I know I've been quiet. I've been fairly busy, work and all that kinda icky stuff. But here's the deal. You've all been too busy; or cant come at the designated time. I'm setting the RSVP for the 22nd. I'd prefer if ya got to me by this Saturday (since my weekend is gonna be...

She smiles gently, softly, pinning up an acrylic-seeming artwork; obviously not of her hand. Artwork Below it is written but one thing. I am still sorry.

Her face softens, the harshness fading as she considers the words; to the point where there is even glimmers of regret. How could she be this way; when he is willing for so much more...? She replies, steady hand. I am sorry. I have not walked your path, or seen the worlds through your eyes...

She considers the words, a seriousness drawing over her features. She wonders, whether he is joking, unable to see anything but seriousness within. I have e'er been my own woman, and will e'er be. In truth, I have been busy, training my childe and preparing for the Passing. As for...

Ariel smiles gently, almost faintly. She seems, perhaps a little tired, perhaps a little relieved and calmed. Were that any could know what the mystery is that burns behind her eyes, or why the stare upon his words is so calm; kind. She leaves him behind a note. Dont worry about the...

It wasn't me, I didn't do it and you cant blame me! Nor is it my fault, that Bundy, is by far, the most glorious thing in the whole world... But I have sounds now, this is definately a bonus.

She is giggling as she leaves her reply. Play us...I'm not sure anyone should have to be put through the arduous journey of becoming like... ...me! And besides I'm sure we're not that interestin' yet. Wait until we start fighting, then they'll have something to act up about. I can just see...

I am horribly guilty. The reasons...time. Right now, my RP time is pretty valuable, and that's not to say I dont want my character to interact with new people or whatever, but there are some things that she needs to get done before I indulge myself. This is often within the clique, though can...