That's fine, Phil. Sorry for making you wait.

And with my last post in the Lanya thread, I bid ya'll adieu for at least a month (maybe even longer, but not much longer). I'm terribly sorry about my lack of participation, lack of enthusiasm, lack of whatever it was that held things back in some way ...

Surprisingly, Everett caught himself when he attempted to rebuke the Captain's point. No, it wasn't because Camulous was right. It was because Everett realized that he wasn't going to gain anything through postulation alone; it was also exasperatingly apparent that the thick-headed fucker that ...

You'll be missed, Xyon.

;.;

Portions and Portents is in a transition state right now and until we're a little clearer on things, probably shouldn't take new people.

And she's not cosplaying--that's Mudkipchan, don'tcha know. Internet-famous mudkip-lieking camwhore. http://encyclopediadramatica.com/Mudkipchan

Don't you read ...

Lopsided and off-balance as he was, Everett wasn't about to be manhandled by the likes of this arrogant fop. However, he also knew that if he even attempted to mount some sort of countermeasure to the grapple that he would easily get thrown around due to the loss of most of his balance. Worse, he ...

Oh, boy. Looks like the Captain of the Guard was finally going to take off those kid gloves of his and actually do the legwork of his illustrious underlings all by his lonesome. That suited Everett fine; in instances like this, when fanciful words aimed straight for the jugular failed, there was ...

Everett was amused at the captain's defense. Now there was some irony. "Yeah, and this is coming from a guy who can't even tell good apples from bad. Word to the wise, bud: You should start hacking off the arms of guys who really deserve it. You know, like the elf-hating shitheads that get their ...

As soon as Metarie crossed behind him, Everett turned around a little bit in his chair and narrowed his dark eyes into slits. There was one more matter that he needed to address before she decided to go in to the other room and sulk over the rightness of his comment.

"You know you could at LEAST ...

>.>; Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull was highly enjoyable, in spite of what some naysayers like to think.

And yeah, I thought "Ryxa" when I saw Irina too. I definitely saw Everett in "Mud" Williams too, though it was more in his aggrandizing attitude than his looks.

Food is good, Gia.

Phaloth is food.

OM NOM NOM NOM NOM.

Seriously, though, auto the living shit out of Phaloth and put him out of the plot. Please.

The gumshoe's cheeks reddened. He wasn't a big fan of being on the ass end of being brow-beat; it was his job to berate and belittle, after all. Plus, she was just too damn good at it for her own good. Sometimes he even wonders whether the elf practices this sort of shit in front of the mirror every ...

"Tea's fine," Everett replied to Lanya, giving her something of a half-grin. Again, he found his eyes sloping ever downward on the bard's person. If his eyes had the flammability of gas, then her whole person would've erupted into flame by now due to the proximity of the stove. He knows that there's ...

o.o; I'm not attached to Phaloth. I like the direction I'm taking him, character-wise, but I don't think I'm in love with him like I am Everett.

It would be really badass if Krevster spun around and chopped him in half.

Lanya looked like one of those tavern women that Everett had slept with on occasion---after the fact, anyway, in the wee hours of the morning. Mountains of alcohol, snogging, and fucking have a tendency to make a woman mussed and red in the face during the morning afterwards. It was enough cause for ...

"AH-CHOOOO!"

Everett sniffled a little bit and wiped the back of his fleshy hand across the empty ridge between his nose and lips. A thin little contrail of snot seemed to lacquer the surface of his skin with a filmy, gooey residue. The work of the sinister sinuses and their dastardly partners in ...