MUSH Quotes
Caitlin's fire has gone out of her and she sags, very noticeably. Muttering, she says, "If I could have killed her, or hurt her, at least, I could have found closure. I could have forgotten. I could have healed. How do I do that now? I can't sleep without the nightmares. I can't leave my room without being afraid she'll still spring up behind me, and it will all start again. How do I get past that now?"
Ryker explains to you, fingers rubbing together at his sides. "I hurt her. Killed her. And I've found no closure. I've never forgotten, I've never healed, nor will I ever. So would it have been with you. ... It will haunt me beyond my death." He spins abruptly, striding away, hands fists at his sides.
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Rinaen nods, looking back to her daugher. "I did not know you had already spoken of this to him," she murmurs. "That is good, at least. Jack is... Jack is a creature of pain, Delerium. It is his nature to find himself drawn to that which will cause him to be tortured. In a way, that's a trait many of those of our blood have. Some of us do outgrow it, given enough time and wisdom, however. But until then, we will be unsatisfied even if we have what we want, and seek out that which will grieve us while in the guise of happiness. And that quest is what is most important -- notwithstanding the emotions of those people who become the objects of our self-tortures."
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Jack's blades flash in rhythmic strikes, blurring, testing his foes guard, from every direction. "My example leads the family back toward the path of light. My service aids in softening the ill effects of our darkness. My blades defend the innocent of my blood, who otherwise might never get a chance to learn to do right."
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(The previous were all examples of great poses of the variety that draw you in, make the scene seem that much more real, and uniquely define the specific chars. Their players are some of the best RPers on AmberMUSH, and while there are many other examples and people, these are just some I happened to think to copy. I thank them for the effort they put forth in RPing so well with me. The follow are some of a more comical variety, IC and OOC.)
Ryan shoves his hands down into his pockets and leans against a wall, away from most people.
(That was posed during a crowded scene, and, after casually rereading it, the innuendo there struck me, and soon others, as hilarious, even though it was meant as simply hands resting in pockets. The player is one of the funnier ones on Amber, and I hope he'll forgive me for putting him in the spot-light.)
My Quotes
Vincent doesn't remember if he gave Mandel a trump or not. I'll try to before he leaves. That way, even out in shadow, you can have communication.
Kaitlyn says, "That'd be cool. And I have a trump of you. Iff'n I need to talk to Vedra, it goes through you."
Vincent nods. Vedra has one of meh toooo.
Kaitlyn says, "But you don't have one of Vedra, so you'll need to be in the right place to catch her. O:)"
Vincent smacks on some gum, with a bee-hive hairdoo, juggling multiple trump calls. "One moment - hold please. Just a minute. Yes? Okay, I'll tell her, yes. Hello? No, she's busy bleeding, sorry, but I'll take a message."
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Romneous says "I must admit, each time he comes back, he has improved some, but it comes so rarely and lasts so shortly."
Rayven nods faintly. "Strangely enough, most do come back to Cragvale for one reason or another. There are some notable exceptions, but..."
Ryker comments, a touch off-hand, "Chaosian's are very long lived. The learning curve for some must be adjusted accordingly."
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At your table, His fingers continue to move as manipulating a small object. With a touch of reluctance, Vincent nods once in assent. "Which is such that she made sufficiently clear before." He takes a single breath, then explains, "I observed Sir Stuart - the reasoning for which I'll simply ignore - adding a medium quantity of milk and sugar to his serving. Which - with myself being well aware of the herbal properties therein - would have been more that enough to neutralize the toxic quality of that fine creation of mine. Not to mention completely ruin the consistancy and flavor." He sniffs, empty hand flicking to the side casually. "If he had taken a sip, it t'would have been quite bitter. Drinking it all may have given him a stomach ache... rightly deserved for diluting a good tea."
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Within the conversation pit, Ryker spreads his hands wide. "I might just break even, or even lose in the wash, but the potential is there for another story to tell in my even older age. Memories and experiences that prove I lived my life. In a way, he's offering me something priceless without even having to put a price on the table... and I'll admit something to you that few know." He pauses, not for drama but to clear his throat normally enough. "I've achieved the things I set out to. I don't have any goals left. All I told myself I wanted to do, I've done."
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Jazeur continues, his voice containing a commanding edge, "...When youse bring mes one of the blood found in House Jasner or House Lorgrim." He grows hard. "No mores will youse weak offerings be accepted. No mores will Vryolaka hint at true pleasures theys can subject youse to. No longer wills youse be safe within /my/ domain, until I's have one of's Chaosian's blood." The Chaosdemon hisses, showing pristine fangs. "Do's as I command, or returns here on risk of youse /soul/." He takes a breath, and you feel compelled to exhale your own, as if he was stealing it. "Satisfy's this... and youse will receive youse desire." Jazeur finishes, exhaling. You can feel the sweetness enter back into your lungs. It doesn't stop there, spreading throughout your limbs in a powerfully pleasureful feeling.
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Eventually, you come to the Gates of Night, unmolested so far, and unnoticed as well as you're able to discern. The tall arch curves perfectly overhead, and to stand beneath it is to feel two halves of yourself, almost seperate of each other. A surge of energy rolls over and past you in a passive manner, coming out of the north. The thunderclap likewise passes, almost serene, yet both charged with a negative sort of energy that at least faintly impresses itself upon all it touches. The lightning that caused it, however, far or near, was not to be noticed.
Old Quotes
Ada-Shazandra's eyes are vividly vibrant, lusty with life and an inordinate pleasure, mourning and glee rolling and rolling tenderly into one as her gaze is affixed upon your visage, "You are already gone...But do not fear...Leave that to me, leave the doubt, the sceptism, and all those wretched worries, questions, uncertainties, to me. I'll mourn for you, I'll doubt and miss you - things like that come easy to a loveless heart - Meanwhile you embrace her for all that it is worth love her without loyalties save those that do not contradict your heart - thoroughly, cruelly, passionately." Her hand is soothingly cool within your grasp, fingers curling in a pressure of a hold.
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Darien inhales, exhales, each breath claimed, released, as though it being more than a simple means of life-sustenance, as if each breath were a reminder of life prolonged for another instance--life and all that it might encompass of loss and longing. As you finally lay your artist's implements aside, he blinks, as though awakening from a dream, and his facade is rebuilt with gelid blocks of polished marble.
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Cosette is not yours, Ryker. She is not Niccolo's or Gerard's or Amber's, nor Ashwani's, and she is not her own. She belongs to the sea. That is so very apparent in her eyes as she scans the blue water horizon. She smiles at you, briefly, "I understand."
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Lilka's hand strokes the little dragonette under the chair, a calming move as far as Lilka is concerned. "Some stories don't belong on the front page, Ryker. You claim to like Rayven? Then drop it. Just drop it."
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A thin edge, then, to Darien's smile, like that of a drawn blade.
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At your table, Stone then notes towards Lancelot, "Actually all of us here, including that fellow that left earlier, are Shadows of the lowest order. Dregs of Shadow. Scum of the scum. A rather disreputable lot really. Best flee while you can."
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Ryker says, "I know very little of Remba. Besides it's supposed to be underwater. Sound like an interesting place to live."
.... says "The liquer is watered down and you can't get a decent sandwich.... but its home."
Ryker chuckles briefly at that, replying. "Now I see why you learned trump."
.... says "Precisly... I was hungry."
Org Quotes
Paris sends you guys a bill.
Ryker sends it to Niccolo.
Paris says, "He'll rip it up and throw it at me, I'll explain that is no way to run a business, then he'll stomp off to his harem and Paris will get drunk. Cool."
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Vincent says, "Posh."
Kelwyn says, "Port Out, Starboard Home. The high cost option to swap cabins on a ship so as to always get the upwind side of the ship."
Vincent says, "Are you serious?"
Kelwyn says, "Yes. It's the derivation of that word. I think it's wind; it might be sunset."
Vincent files that one away into the 'I did not know that' catagory of memory. "Ah, consider me enlightened. I picked the first word that came to mind."
Kelwyn is a walking store of useless trivia.
Vincent will have to shoplift from you sometime.
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Dyrenus says, "Okay, tonights Music Trivia Question: Who sings "You Spin Me Right round"?"
Hel says, "dead or alive"
Hel <- 80's child.
Dyrenus says, "How should I know?"
Vincent hrms, singing, "You spin me right round baby - right round."
Hel bites Dyrenus. "*that*'s the name of the band."
Dyrenus says, "Oh. That's the group."
Brian Quotes
<-The Gauntlet-> Brian says, "And lo' shall we gather unto us all the cool newbies, and shall all other playgroups stagnate and become dull, until only we are left."
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<-The Gauntlet-> Brian says, "This is the CS. Where real men eat raw meat with their fingers and wipe them off on the hair of defeated enemies. We don't need no stinking napkins!"
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<-Kryonia-> Brian roars "We will slaughter your men, makes slaves of your women and children and walk upon your cars!!
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Brian offers, "A last survivor from a darkened land, driven mad, like all his race by his lands exposure and barest survival to the force of primal chaos long ago. Stumbling across the darkened landscape, now only populated by the twisted undead, the survivor himself hovering that dark line between life and death forever. Or somesuch. There. Got a villain."
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<-The Gauntlet-> Brian says, "The insane lich-demon-sorcerer-lictor and his sidekick, fluffy."
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Brian smiles "An almost sexual dance is that of steel"
Breyn says "You think everything is sexual, Brian. One is almost tempted to slip you a few coins and send you to the red light district."
Brian hurms "The goats are missing you farmer"
Breyn says "Wheat, Brian. I grow wheat." He shakes his head. "Soldiers never understand the basics of earning an honest living."
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<-Kryonia-> Brian starts a nekkid conga line on this org.
<-Kryonia-> Bardon shrugs, and joins along!
<-Kryonia-> Brian levels off his gun at those who don't participate "Nekkid conga line"
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<-The Gauntlet-> Brian hmmms at the elite mercenary unit. And their baker.
(Brian has so many quotes, thought I'd give him is own section)
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