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I'm not really sure where to start with this post. OLAD ended just a few minutes before I started writing it. Which means OLAD ran for over 6 hours. This is not, in and of itself a bad thing. But tonight, for various reasons, it was.

So, let me summarize what the party's goal was for tonight. We were to go to this (previously unnamed city) on this other continent, find a building, steal the files from the vault, then blow it up/kill everyone. Why are we doing that? Does it matter?

So we get to the city by airship. We have a map. It's all good. We decide to take the "Trolley" and get there quicker instead of walking.

So far so good.

I goof around with Reisma, because, hey, it's the first time she's been on a trolley. Somehow I trigger some nebulous underworld arms deal which results in Foldy shooting someone, Clotho getting even more emo, and costs us something ridiculous like 2 hours of time.

Then we get to where we're going, and Serigo calls for Stealth/Navigation rolls. And suddenly a billion dice go flying. Why? Only one, maybe two, people should roll Navigation. And really, we can take the long way around the way to get to the door we want, so Stealth in that context seems a little silly. It took us, like, an hour to go from the front of the building to inside the side door. It didn't help that our 'plan' consisted of... nothing.

I have Reisma go sit outside, because she's not going to participate in the stupid hostage taking and all that. So Serigo throws a guard at me. Fortunately the stupid hostage screams and I get a reprieve from being shot in the head.

Finally, we get to the win, which was the battle. The enemies weren't push overs, KOed people a couple times, and we got to bust out absolutely ridiculous things on them. That was pretty awesome.

I'm going to complain more, but that's in another post. I have work to do.

OLAD

Oct. 31st, 2007 10:48 pm
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I'm not sure what happened/is happening in tonight's session. lol

Edit: Seriously. We just went halfway around the planet to spend 5 minutes talking to people? WTF. W.T.F.

Edit 2: And people that do 'intel' and 'black ops' kind of work mouth off about what they know to other people? Dude. She shouldn't have said jack about that "take-down." It probably should have been longer than "2 weeks" for us to go to Meghal again too.
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It's a cold winter day. Life in the city of Raivin continues, regardless. People scramble for food and shelter. Craftsmen manufacture wares to be sold. Dockworkers unload goods. And life at the Vargatorix household has returned to normal after a day or two of crisis.

Business in the so-called Grand Laundry of Raivin is in a bit of a slump except for piles and piles of diapers. It's stinky work for a grumpy Mithra, but it brings in a healthy flow of cash. The man of the house, Saylin, is manning the laundry's counter. His own business, as a blacksmith, has been slow lately too, not that he really minded or cared. He still had enough work to spend some time every evening at it, and even that he regretted; he would much rather be with his wives.

Upstairs, dinner simmers on the stove, and bakes in the oven. The blond-haired chef is finished up serving another meal, however. Her cute little baby, the most important thing to her in the whole world, is finally getting sated. She giggles and kisses his forehead when he finally stops acting like a leech. She spends a few minutes burping him, then carries him into the bedroom and puts him in his crib, wrapping him up in a nice warm bundle.

She stretched. There's that box again. She picked it up and shook it. It was her present from her parents - that she thought were dead. She frowned at its label, "To Reisma."

She gave in. She sat on the bed and opened it. Inside was a pair of red shoes, with gold laces. She didn't like them at first, but after a few minutes of walking around in them, she decided that she didn't mind. She's still mad at her parents, but the shoes are nice.
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The bed was soft. The covers warm and comforting. The arms wrapped around her, strong and safe. She heard his voice murmuring reassuring things in her ear. But she wasn't listening to it, she wasn't feeling anything. She was alone in her own world. Her parents, her parents were still alive and they left her for dead. They hated her. How could they? How could anyone do that to their baby?

Time blurred and became meaningless. The ache in her breasts dulled. The crying in the background... the crying... her baby. She'd abandoned her own baby. Not Ansimir, her first. When she was so young and her body couldn't carry him.

Her husband, her Saylin, slipped off the bed to take care of Ansimir. She listened now, attentively. She heard every movement, every footfall, every soft rustle of fabric. He was taking Ansimir into the kitchen.

She moved quietly, off the bed, across the room, and then to the window, opening it. She tried to climb down the wall, but her grip wasn't sure, and she fell the ten or so feet to the ground. The landing was awkward, on hands and feet. She didn't cry out. She didn't even notice that her bare foot had been cut open by a sharp rock in the alley.

She started walking as quickly as she could. She didn't remember where it was that she needed to go, but she knew who she could ask. She broke into a run, moving as fast as her legs could carry her. She ran through the worst parts of Raivin, down through alleys and back routes. She shoved her way through groups of people. And then she was there, a nondescript door in an alley. A door that had been boarded over.

Reisma screamed and started beating on it. Her old madame. The woman that tried to look out for her before Reisma ran away from her, she had to be here. She was always here with her lingerie shop. She... Reisma ripped boards free and pounded on the wood until her knuckles where bloody and the door spattered red. She took one of the loose boards and used it to smash open the tiny window. She looked inside. The store was empty. There was nothing, not even the counter.

Reisma slumped down and started thinking. There had to be someone she could talk to. Someone that would remember where she wanted to go. Her thinking was cut short by the sound of one of Raivin's finest telling her to remain where she was. Of course she didn't. She was nearly breathless after sprinting away from him, from the scene of the crime. She ran and ran, eventually collapsing in an alley on a pile of broken down cardboard boxes.

They were soft compared to the ground. And it was a little warmer here than out on the street. She rested for a few moments, or perhaps longer. The sun was starting to go down when she finally caught her breath and could stand up again. She recognized this street. She used to get a lot of Johns here. And she'd play at all of these bars. The last time she'd been here was a year ago, perhaps a little longer, with Saylin. He'd killed two men that day, two of her old customers.

Reisma smoothed out her skirt and dusted off a little before hitting the bars. She couldn't believe the things she heard. So many people were dead, or had left town. There wasn't anyone left that knew her from five or six years ago, just a few Johns she'd fucked after meeting Ryla.

Reisma wandered aimlessly through the streets of Raivin. The moon swung slowly on its arc overhead. She was alone, not just physically, but spiritually. There's no one that can help her find what she's looking for. No one left alive or in this city that remembers.

She leaned against the post of one of the few oil lamps still burning on the street. She sighed and looked up at the sky, the stars, the moon. She didn't really notice the hand on her ass, or that it made its way under her skirt and into her panties. She barely registered the twenty gil coin pressed into her hands, or the following five minutes. What she did register, when her eyes finally noticed, is that she was in the alley she was looking for.

She looked around frantically, making sure. The cracks in the old brickwork. The place where there was a loose brick covering up a drug drop. This was it, it had to be.

She crawled to a specific place and started to dig into the hardpacked earth with her hands. Her fingernails tore, and the skin on her fingertips split open. She didn't pay it any mind, it had to be here. He had to be here.

In inch into the dirt she felt it. Decaying cardboard. She froze, remembering. He was so tiny. So small. More than helpless. And she failed him. His little hands. She failed him. "Mommy's here now... Mommy's here... I'm so sorry baby... Mommy's here..." She worked carefully now, digging the box up. She carefully wrapped it in discarded paper, trying to protect what was inside. As she stood up, cradling that bundle, tears ran down her face.

A gruff voice behind her spoke up, "I knew you'd come back, slut."

She froze. It couldn't be. "No... y-you can't be here..." She felt his hand on her shoulder, silently praying that this was just a nightmare. He took the bundle out of her hands, kissed her, and then slugged her.

Reisma hit the wall, hard. She didn't scream. He liked her screams. And she wasn't going to do anything he liked. Oh no. Not today.

He lit a cigarette. She could see he'd aged a lot over the last few years. "Why did you... why are you here," she whispered.

He dropped the match on the bundle she'd gone through such pain to retrieve. It was all she could do to keep from crying as it burst into flames. She didn't get an answer to her question, only the pain from her eye as it swelled shut. He picked her up like a ragdoll, forcing a hand between her legs. He growled, "You fucking slut, still fucking around on me? I'm going to teach you a fucking lesson, once and for all you waste of flesh."

Reisma waited until he raised his fist back and kicked him, driving her shin hard between his legs. The twisted look of pain on his face was worth it when his fist connected with her head a moment later. She screamed and reached for his head. He could only stop one hand, the other pressed her thumb into his eye. He let go of her, stumbling backwards. It was his mistake.

With a feral cry, Reisma leaped at him. She bite his face, taking off a hunk of nose and cheek. The old man fell to the ground. He rained blows down on her back, but she didn't notice as she returned all the pain she had ever felt from his hands. She bit, kicked, headbutted, gouged, and punched. Eventually he stopped moving, but she didn't care. She was still hurting him, or trying to, when the town guards took her away.

She smiled. She could see her breath in the air, lit by the cool moonlight. She remembered what Ladis said. And she remembered the look of surprise on that old bard's face when she fought back. "Mommy is here baby, Mommy didn't forget you..."

OLAD

Oct. 10th, 2007 11:30 pm
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The fight was too easy, but it was kinda fun. Ceberus should have been faster. Getting some zombie spammed out like that was a nice touch. We could probably use more statuses in our combats.

To-Do

Apr. 6th, 2007 06:00 am
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Just putting this down so I know what still needs to be taken care of in my backlog of things to RP. Trust me, it's mostly boring. :p


  • Adele's date with Nick

  • Adele and Ceri watching a movie

  • Adele and Alex Re: Ingram

  • Saylin visits Macecio's school

  • The 'Police job' thingie for Reisma (haet the town guards grr >:E)



Darnit, I'm sure there're more things that are on my slate to take care of, but that's all I'm coming up with.

Reisma

Mar. 17th, 2007 05:50 pm
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So, thanks to CNN and Sports Illustrated, I present a girl that looks *just like* Reisma. Except for her eye color. She's even got the navel piercing:

http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/features/2007_swimsuit/models/tori_praver/07_tori_praver_7.html
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o/And I just found out, My best friend's gay, Today was a bad day/o - Bizarre

Me and Dad went out to eat. We were going to go to Bogie's out on Bearden Hill. We just ate their yesterday. I was going to get the Lasagna (Wednesday's special), and he was going to get the fried green tomato BLT thing.

Well, turns out that Bogie's closed down last night. Previously Bogie's had been the Palm Grill. Bogie's was furbished almost identically to the Palm's, so they just reused most of the furnishings. As me and Dad ate at the Texas Roadhouse on down the way (I had the Sirloin tips, he had a sirloin) we talked about this and we figure that the owner of Bogie's just ran a scam on his investors. I estimated how much he could get out of it without resorting to obviously criminal activities like embezzeling and came up without a hundred grand. Not bad for a year's pay.

Anyway, lunch was good. Then we went over to McKay's bookstore. We grabbed some of the free books from the bins outside for Mom. Then went in and looked around. Over in the New Age/Occult/Speculation section I grabbed some neat books. Two on Nostradamus, one on herbalism (for my Herbalism thing I'm doing in the FFRPG :p), got a book on Hawaii's myths/religion written by the late King Kalakaua, and also a copy of the Bahgabsajgsdidhgasisnf(*cough*)-Gita, you know, the Hindu holy book that's all about Krishna, for free.

And I also got my prize. An autographed copy (I compared to signatures found online) or Dave Barry's book Tricky Business. For two dollars. Just two dollars. I could go eBay the thing for fifty.

And since then, I've been dozing, working on my other computer and getting it set back up, and dozing. Exciting, I know. My dozing made me miss OLAD this week. :(

Anyway, that's it.
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Played some Racquetball today with Rathmann and my Dad. Each of us won a game. Funny story: First serve by my Dad, I go to get it and my shoes stick on the floor. I fall down, banging my knee and twisting my ankle, almsot make the return shot, and my shoes are like ten feet away from me. Good fun.

I can't believe GenLeon scheduled his campaign for 3 today. >.< Missed that. Sheesh. Could have sworn it was at 5 PM.

Also got home late, late, late due to a late start today, but I didn't miss Serigo's game. Not that it's a very good campaign, but it's his first campaign so if he doesn't practice on us he'll never get better. Besides, my character is fun. :p

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