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Thread: Tale Of Two Thieves [mommablackrose x OleDirtyBastard]

Alexis slowly made her way through the crowd. she had arrived early so that she could get an even better look at the place before things got into too much festive fun. Dressed in a long flowing elegant shimmery red dress with red 4 inch heels, she looked as normal as the rest of the wealthy company in the Museum. Walking through holding a glass of white champagne that she had snagged from one of the nicely tailored waiters, she glanced around the room. In her mind she was detailing everything and everyone in the room. however to the untrained eye, she was simply admiring the Museum and its guests. She already had her plan in place as she planned to snag the jewels before they went on display. She just had to wait for the Director to go upstairs to check on the proceedings and then her plan would be in action. Being a professional theif of her own trade, she had already done her homework on this event prior to it. however glancing around the room she was amused to see her neighbor here with what appeared a female poodle of a girl on his arm. now that was interesting. watching for a few minutes as the girl drew way to much attention to herself, she shook her head and grinned as she decided to make her way over to him and the director and check up on things. hello Mr. Robertson she greeted the director with a bright smile as she then looked over to her neighbor and his girl. I see you have met my neighbor and friend Mr. Ravensdale she said giving him a friendly wink then looking at his girlfriend and who might this lovely lady be she inquired of the girl. Seeing as how she had often chatted with him and knew he checked her out when she sunbathed on her balcony, it was a bit strange she hadnt heard of this girlfriend of his. but then again she wasnt much on getting too personal with the locals either. She had too much to hide for that. sorry its late its bee hell here lately for me so i got on my cell and got this out tonight for you. hope its decently long enough as i cant tell crap on this tiny 2 inch screen
Thread: Tale Of Two Thieves [mommablackrose x OleDirtyBastard]

Alexis! Nice to see you ... I didn't know that you had an invitation as well. Alan answered with a smile. Beautiful dress you have there. Very nice indeed. Ah, and this is Mrs. Mary-Ann Dalton. He looked over to the bar, where Mary-Ann obviously was trying to decipher the drinks menu. Alan leaned closer to his neighbor, noticing the fine scent of her perfume. Actually, I don't know her at all. he continued in a subdued voice. You know that I just arrived in the city two months ago. Needed someone to accompany me for this event, and I need a bit more publicity for me and my enterprise. So, my marketing officer came up with this Mrs. Dalton, saying something in the line 'even bad publicity is good publicity'. He shrugged his shoulders. More guests arrived now every minute. A quartet of musicians, clad in authentic rococo costumes, including white wigs, began playing on their flutes and violines. Ah, I think this is Mozart. Do you like classic music? Alan asked. Then, the clacking of heels announced Mary-Ann returning, in one hand holding Alan's Mojito, and a multicolored cocktail, complete with a small umbrella on top, in the other. She threw Alexis a glance that would normally have been reserved for a boxer at the beginning of a championship fight. Here is your drink, darling. she purred, and demonstratively linked her arm with Alan's. OOC no problem, take your time
Thread: Tale Of Two Thieves [mommablackrose x OleDirtyBastard]

Alexis smiled at her neighbor. you would be amazed at the events i usually go to she winked at him as she noted the girl he was with. looks like you have your hands thoroughly full with her she chuckled to herself as she watched the girl return. i would do my homework a bit better if i were you on dates for these events she laughed lightly as she then nodded to his words. she knew he had moved in not long ago as he had come over to her place more often then not in being the friendly neighbor. it was hard to keep her life extra private with him dropping in on her so often yet so far she had managed well. Hearing the music start she smiled. he was right on the music selection. it is Mozart and i have a taste for classical when the mood is right she smirked as she turned her attention to his friend returning. seeing how she threw a threatening glare at her and then preened all over him, Alexis fought back a laugh. Well Alan its been good seeing you again, maybe this weekend we can get together for another cook out she said as she gave the girl a look that said if she really wanted Alan she knew she could have him and that the girl was not even a considerable threat to her. she was sure her words alone would burn the girls ass thoroughly which was why she had brought it up. smiling at them both she then excused herself to go mix into the crowd and keep her eyes on the events going on as she waited for the right time to slip into the back area of the museum and then slip into the air ducks to get to the jewels unnoticed.
Thread: Girl and Friends Dad

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Thread: Red Skies (Daisy & OleDirtyBastard)

The third man standing in the small room was named Sparhawk. His frame was that of a big man not a bigness from flesh, though, but rather one born from large bones and ropy tendons. One time in the past, his nose had been broken shoulderlong, coarse black hair framed his cleanly shaved face. His grey, piercing eyes were sharp, taking in every detail. In contrast to the king, Sparhawk looked about 10 years younger than he was - actually, he had already seen 46 summers. He carried the erosion of his years not so much on his battered face as in a half-dozen or so minor infirmities and discomforts, and in the several wide purple scars upon his body that ached in cold, damp weather. As this had not been scheduled as a formal meeting, Sparhawk did not wear the formal breastplate and armor, nor the black surcoat with the silver-lined embleme of his family, a hawk holding a spear in its talons. He was clad in a simple, dark-brown wanderer's cloak and high boots. Sparhawk had his failings, sure, but vanity had never been one of these. When he had entered the room a minute ago, he had fallen to one knee and had bowed his head to his liege. I am yours to command me, your Majesty. Thy humble servant awaits the orders thou givest to him, and by the holy oath of the crown he will not falter, whatever task may be thy will. The gesture and the traditional words had bought him some time, because actually Sparhawk had been scared - and it took a lot to scare him. He hadn't been at the court for the last two years, being on various errands on behalf of his order, the Pandion Knights. And the visible deterioration of King Merek in those two years gave Sparhawk any reason to be shocked. He had regained his composure when he stood up again, but he suspected that his straight face wouldn't fool the king, and surely it wouldn't fool Henri. Your Highness, I am your chosen champion. he said with a surprisingly soft voice. To serve you is the very definition of that title, so there is no need to apologize. Now, what is it that you want me to do?
Thread: Red Skies (Daisy & OleDirtyBastard)

Sparhawk, Merek answered, with a deeply settled frown, As you can see my health is failing me. There was a slight movement in the Kings countenance sitting in that chair as his arm drew closer up the armrest affording a more comfortable spot for his elbow. The long sleeve of his robe was a deep, royal blue with a metallic gold trim and accents. A wretched pain in his chest made him grimace, but only slightly so. Over the past few months it had been increasingly difficult to appear before his subjects because the evidence of his sickness was too great to hide anymore. Now seeing even Sparhawk strain to keep a straight face, who always seemed as an unmovable force no matter the surprise seated a heavier sadness on top of what already lingered in Mereks soul. Merek sighed, and after giving Henri a glance he continued in a more confident tone convinced that this needed to be done. My strength is nearly gone, my supremacy is being tested by our neighbors, and if you recall from legend these traits of a Nautali King is supposed to be protected and upheld by Isadoln dragons. With my physicians and healers at wits end, we are inclined to speculate that perhaps something is awry with this legendary link. His brown eyes which had held Sparhawks grew with urgency. If the Pandion Knight was scared for his King, how much more scared was Merek? He didnt want to die like this. He had so much more to give for his kingdom and country. I need you to investigate this link. Bring me news of todays status with our dragons. So many ages have passed without any word from them and we fear they have forgotten us or have fallen into peril. Or worse yet, have shunned us. I need to know if my condition is a result of some weakness in this link. I must have news, so that I can lay this speculation to rest. But now his tone fell into softness mirroring regret and endearment for Sparhawk, who had already served his King enough to last many lifetimes over. I pray you do not find this quest as an insult. I know it is best suited for a Journeyman or an Outrider and not for the exceptional skills of my Champion. But this sickness is very personal to me, and there are very few I can trust with something that strikes me to the heart as this does. And as well, it is only customary for the King to sacrifice his best in matters regarding the dragons. Where I desperately need you elsewhere doing matters fitting of your caliber, you are still my best man, and therefore most suited. I hope this quest sits well with you, Sparhawk?
Thread: Red Skies (Daisy & OleDirtyBastard)

As I said, your Majesty - it's my task to obey your orders, so you don't have to ask. Sparhawk threw the king a warm smile. Nice of you to ask, though. He then pondered over the old legends for some seconds. The Pandions thought of knowledge as a weapon of equal strength as the sword, so he knew the tales about dragons - some of them he could even recite word by word. I would have two questions, though. Now, first, I gather that you don't just want me to run around the world, yelling 'Where are the dragons?' all the time. The knight paused for a moment. I would do this, of course, but I think the chances of success are ... rather slim. And I don't recall the old legends, as far as I remember them, giving any advice on where to find them. And, unfortunately, the last actual verified sighting of a dragon was some four hundred something years ago. So, it would be nice if some person more knowledgeable than a simple knight, could give me some hints as to where to begin. With these words, he turned around to Henri, questioningly raising an eyebrow. Second, as soon as I have found the dragons - what am I to do with them?
Thread: False positives.

Sometimes when I click 'User CP' to check if there any new posts to a subscribed thread, I'll get a false positive. It'll say there is a new post to a subscribed thread, even though the thread hasn't been posted in for months. Here's an example. It's not a huge issue, but I do get my hopes up for just a second, only to be let down c
Thread: False positives.

Not sure if this helps clears things up, but it could be that someone subscribed to your thread this usually creates a phantom bump because the user then deletes the post they made so that it doesn't bump the thread I should know, I've done it myself a couple of times
Thread: False positives.

Oh, so it's -not- just me! It's happened to me a number of times now, I always wondered about it, but never bothered to bring it up...
Thread: False positives.

Razgriz said Not sure if this helps clears things up, but it could be that someone subscribed to your thread this usually creates a phantom bump because the user then deletes the post they made so that it doesn't bump the thread I should know, I've done it myself a couple of times Click to expand... As much as I would like to think random people subscribed to my threads, I doubt this. Especially if they haven't been posted in for months and are off the radar.
Thread: False positives.

Well, 'twas the only logical explanation I could think of.......
Thread: Looking for intelligent long term RP partner

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Thread: Looking for intelligent long term RP partner

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Thread: Daggers of the Mind [Darkangel76 & Slairlayh]

Sidra stayed hidden behind the scout ship hoping that she'd be able to make a break for it sooner than later. She wondered what planet they were on, when the doors would open. Just then, she heard a voice. Loud, clear. Full of purpose. She recognized it immediately and suddenly felt her hands begin to shake. It belonged to that one Necogromoner, the one that scared her more than the others. There was something about him that seemed almost off. Maybe it was his eyes. No. His eyes were nothing like Riddick'sshined and silver-like, as if they could see deep into your heart. But they weren't like the lensers either, those freaks of nature, half cybernetic, half organic creatures that were abominations to say the least. Again Sidra shivered, for the second time since boarding the ship. Wringing her hands, Sidra wanted to run. She distinctly heard the Necro, the one who called himself Vaako, claim he wanted the ship she was hiding behind. But for what purpose? Just what sort of planet had they landed upon? Slowly she felt her heart sinking, her hopes for finding a new life wherever they might be disappearing like a dream and fading into the wind. Still, perhaps there was still hope yet. She wouldn't let them be fully lost until she knew exactly where they were and what was going on. After all, she might still have a chance, even if things were looking fairly bleak. Curling up in a corner in the shadows, Sidra waited. She could hear more footsteps. More Necros gathering, congregating. Her teeth began to chatter as she began to fear the worst. Just what was to become of her if she was found? Would the Riddick be cruel? Would he be merciful? Would this Vaako even bring her before the Riddick? She just didn't know and she hoped she wouldn't have to find out. Back in the Necropolis, Dame Vaako continued to pace. She watched the Furyan stomp through the sacred throne room without a seeming care in the world. What a way for the Lord Marshall, leader of the Necromongers, to desecrate a holy space, she thought. Then again, it showed his dominance, he means to lead in his own way. There was an appeal there. She wondered what it must be like to not care what others thought. It meant not having anything to losean interesting notion to be sure. Quirking a brow, she watched Riddick disappear along one of the corridors heading toward the cargo bay. Once out of sight, her eyes drifted toward the Elemental and she smirked. True neutrality, she mumbled and then sniffed. She didn't believe the neutrality of the Elementals at all. Not any more than she believed her own ambitions were for the good of all Necromongers.
Thread: Daggers of the Mind [Darkangel76 & Slairlayh]

Though the scout ship, compared to the others, was relatively small, by itself it was still a sight to see. Then again, all Necropolis structures were rather grand, though as Riddick said at one point before, he might have gone a different direction. He also remembered the Purifier had agreed on that point. Speaking of which, he'd probably have to find a replacement for the converted Furyan now scattered ashes in the solar winds of Crematoria. The commanders pushed for it every chance they got, and even Vaako seemed to feel it pressing--though perhaps for different reasons. Either way, Riddick would eventually need to find a man or a loophole. He didn't like either one, but when did he ever like anything that related to people? Do I at least get to sit at the steering wheel? Riddick could sense a snarl lurking at the corners of Vaako's mouth, but saw them keep straight if not tighter than usual. We have a captain for that, my Lord. Well, if you insist. Riddick stepped past the commander and ignored the bustle of men preparing the ship for travel. The ship was large enough to carry supplies for days, but most the supplies pertained to war tools, not sustenance. They did, however, bring some sustenance on board. Apparently since the Necromongers were not fully dead--they were, after all, still making their pilgrimage to the Underverse--they required some nutrition to keep their bodies functioning. Yet they, much like the Furyan himself, did not require provision much nor often. Riddick stepped further into the ship, just barely entering the front compartment where the controls were when he took a whiff of undeniable life in the air. A smirk glided over his lips as he pulled his goggles up to his brow. Gently his steel balled eyes scanned the darkness, an almost soothing intensity reflecting in them as they found their mark through the corners. ...I'm hungry. His deep voice reverberated against the metal contours of the ship, a working maid distracting herself from the ship's preparations to offer her Lord a selection of fruit. He grabbed one at random then made to bite it. He stopped as if to change his mind, then tossed it to the corner where the girl was. You shouldn't have, Vaako. Riddick picked up another piece of fruit and bit into it this time. My own little pet to feed and raise.. You shouldn't have! Does she have a name? He leaned against the wall, one elbow raised above his head to support his weight. Vaako immediately ordered the men to grab the stowaway. Riddick slammed a foot across the open door. Don't. interrupt me. Let her come out on her own. Come on, don't be afraid, let's see that face.
Thread: Daggers of the Mind [Darkangel76 & Slairlayh]

Sidra sat there huddled up into almost a ball as her eyes went wide. How the Riddick had managed to see her there she wasn't quite sure. She was concealed in perfect darkness, not even the Necromongers had noticed her... how was it that he...? She tilted her head a bit as she looked at him, her skin growing a bit warm as her heart began to pound with fear of what was going to become of her. Swallowing hard, she slowly stood up only she found she couldn't bring her eyes to meet his . She wasn't quite sure why. Maybe it was the way the light played strangely upon them, they way it glinted. Maybe it was that primitive and primal beast she caught glimpses of every time she'd watched him from afar while hiding about this massive ship. Whatever the reason, she couldn't look at him. He scared her. Shaking, trembling, Sidra clasped her hands together in front of her slim body. And slowly, so slowly, she dared to look up into Riddick's eyes, her dark hair hiding a good portion of her face. The mass of wavy locks hung in loose ringlets about her shoulders and down along her back, her cool blue eyes peering from behind them until she finally brought a shaking hand up to push the thick hair out of the way. Biting down on her lip, Sidra looked at Riddick. The fear coursing through her she was certain had to be evidentfear of him, Vaako, the unknown. Blinking, her eyes became damp with tears and she wished like hell she could hold them back. But it was too late for that. Too late for a lot of things. I'm Sidra Bader, Sidra finally said, her voice soft and low though it had an almost musical lilt to its tone. Wh-what's to become of me? she asked looking directly at Riddick, her eyes connecting with his for a moment before she had to look away. Yes, he scared her. And somehow she figured he knew that. She just hoped he wouldn't use that against her. Then again, now that she was found, she was hoping for a lot of things.
Thread: Daggers of the Mind [Darkangel76 & Slairlayh]

Sidra...Bader. The tasting of her name was almost like a low beastly growl, his head tilting just so that his eyes looked as if they would pounce her. If anything, however, he wanted to stay away. A momentary flash overlapped the sight of Kyra from the prison with Sidra the stowaway. Hm... He didn't frown, but he did lower his foot from the doorway to relax his composure. The Necromongers stood by, almost curious as to the Lord Marshall's treatment of the woman. Richard B. Riddick apparent king of the Necromongers. For a sneak, you sure suck at choosing hiding spots. He grabbed a whole bowl of fruit and tossed it to the ground between her feet. And you reek of hunger. Eat up so I can stop sniffing. The iron-eyed man turned away to find his seat, allowing himself the leisure of relaxing. When he heard the synchronized boot-steps of his crew again attempting to enter the crew compartment, he slapped his bracer against the side of his seat. The subsequent ringing stayed the movement of the men. Did I tell you to touch her? Riddick didn't need to look behind his shoulder to know that it was the Lord Vaako's eyes digging into the back of his gleaming bald head. My Lord... An outsider has been found on our ship, in Necropolis. We must send her to be-- You haven't converted me. Why her? Vaako could not answer that, and whether it was due to silent shame or uncontrollable anger, he lowered his gaze. We're burning daylight. Finish prepping the ship and get it outside. Sidra can come with us. Riddick leaned his head back to give her a bemused grin. Unless, of course, you'd rather stay behind and get acquainted with the locals. My Lord. Without another word, the commander made sure the ship was properly supplied and manned. There was no reason not to convert the girl, but something about Riddick's uncaring demeanor made it difficult for his subjects to deny his authority. Vaako wasn't sure if it was habit of fear for those above them, or if it was a quality of Riddick's own carrying. There was little doubt, at least, of his command. Even the late Lord Marshall had raised doubts every now and then due to his craving for artistic perspective. Riddick, on the other hand, was so disturbingly lax that no one knew whether to doubt his abilities or trust his ease. It was true though that he--no one else--had overcome the abilities of the Holy Half-Dead. That alone was worth fearing and came with no comfort to the Necromongers who worshiped death above all things. When the preparations were complete, the crew was in place and the guard troops remained in the back compartment of the ship. Vaako himself remained standing at the Riddick's side, only once peering towards the stowaway girl. Life. It had a stench he had grown to dislike with a generous hatred. This girl was no exception. I don't care where we go. Just fly around for awhile. I'll tell you when to land. Furya... Land of his people that he never knew.