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warforged2014-05-20 07:10 pm
irritating) wrote in warforged2014-05-20 07:10 pm
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Who: Apollo and WHOEVER COMES TO HER.
Where: Silverglen Retreat and nearby forest.
When: During the current player plot!
What: Apollo is no longer in a cage and she's on the hunt for booze and good food. Also whores.
Warnings: It's Apollo she descended into dick/sex talk. 8|
Silverglen Retreat
Thanks to one blacksworn's shenanigans, this certain blacksworn is finding that she has a little more room to get up to shenanigans of her own. She hadn't really been here that long before getting kidnapped and shoved in a cage with six other people for a week or... however fucking long it was (it's hard to keep track of the days alright), but she did at least realize that the natives here weren't too keen on the dragonsworn.
Until now, anyway. Upon recognizing her as a blacksworn, the locals here seemed suddenly... well, nicer. For one, no one was trying to steal her or her dog, and for two, shit, they actually seemed to want her there. Something about the other flights being assholes?
Whatever, their suspiciously rude behaviour to the elves meant one thing: booze and whores may or may not have better chances of being found now. She hasn't the faintest idea whether or not this little place even has any brothels or bars but if it does, then shit, she's gonna find it. As such, Apollo continues to wander around with her dog, until finally she asks out loud (to the dog, to herself, or to whoever may be close to her at the moment), "Fuckin' come on, do elves not have whores? Doesn't even have to be an elf whore, any kinda whore'll do, and booze, I ain't in that backwards of a world where that shit ain't a thing, am I?"
A FOREST SOMEWHERE
Should one venture out into the forest, it is very possible to find Apollo out there as well. This afternoon, in particular, the woman has found a river, and she seems to be... fishing. But she doesn't have a fishing rod - no, her chosen method of fishing is to use her bare hands. Which she actually is somewhat proficient at, if the growing pile of fish laying next to Metalhead on the shore is any indication.
She isn't totally naked, but the majority of her clothes have also been left in a pile nearby her dog so that they might stay dry. So what's left is a woman covered in tattoos, just barely left decent by black undergarments, standing knee deep in the river and looking very much on the prowl.
"C'mon, you tasty little fucks." She murmurs to herself, eying the water and waiting for her prey to come closer. "Gonna need a few more of you for a good fuckin' fry up."
Wildcard
Obsidian Sanctum or elsewhere! Make something up and I will tag it. 8)
Where: Silverglen Retreat and nearby forest.
When: During the current player plot!
What: Apollo is no longer in a cage and she's on the hunt for booze and good food. Also whores.
Warnings: It's Apollo she descended into dick/sex talk. 8|
Silverglen Retreat
Thanks to one blacksworn's shenanigans, this certain blacksworn is finding that she has a little more room to get up to shenanigans of her own. She hadn't really been here that long before getting kidnapped and shoved in a cage with six other people for a week or... however fucking long it was (it's hard to keep track of the days alright), but she did at least realize that the natives here weren't too keen on the dragonsworn.
Until now, anyway. Upon recognizing her as a blacksworn, the locals here seemed suddenly... well, nicer. For one, no one was trying to steal her or her dog, and for two, shit, they actually seemed to want her there. Something about the other flights being assholes?
Whatever, their suspiciously rude behaviour to the elves meant one thing: booze and whores may or may not have better chances of being found now. She hasn't the faintest idea whether or not this little place even has any brothels or bars but if it does, then shit, she's gonna find it. As such, Apollo continues to wander around with her dog, until finally she asks out loud (to the dog, to herself, or to whoever may be close to her at the moment), "Fuckin' come on, do elves not have whores? Doesn't even have to be an elf whore, any kinda whore'll do, and booze, I ain't in that backwards of a world where that shit ain't a thing, am I?"
A FOREST SOMEWHERE
Should one venture out into the forest, it is very possible to find Apollo out there as well. This afternoon, in particular, the woman has found a river, and she seems to be... fishing. But she doesn't have a fishing rod - no, her chosen method of fishing is to use her bare hands. Which she actually is somewhat proficient at, if the growing pile of fish laying next to Metalhead on the shore is any indication.
She isn't totally naked, but the majority of her clothes have also been left in a pile nearby her dog so that they might stay dry. So what's left is a woman covered in tattoos, just barely left decent by black undergarments, standing knee deep in the river and looking very much on the prowl.
"C'mon, you tasty little fucks." She murmurs to herself, eying the water and waiting for her prey to come closer. "Gonna need a few more of you for a good fuckin' fry up."
Wildcard
Obsidian Sanctum or elsewhere! Make something up and I will tag it. 8)
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"No, the fuck would I be rollin' around in flowers for? I was lookin' for a beach, that's the kinda thing normal people roll around on." Or you know, people that are her. "Also that means water an' possibly a ship to commandeer, an' I ain't givin' up on that venture just yet."
UGH SORRY LARP IS SO DRAINING
He did, actually. Back when the kidnappings happened and she was MIA and he had this inkling that it was something he said. But she's not his damn responsibility.
"And did you find one, or were you captured beforehand?"
Talking of a ship piques his curiosity though, enough that his sarcasm slips ever so slightly and he raises a brow. "Commandeering a ship... hm. That could have it's uses." Occasionally Apollo is smarter than she looks, not that she'd ever likely help him out on her own accord.
it's okay!!
"Nope, captured before any beaches showed up. But there's gotta be a fuckin' beach out there somewhere, I fuckin' feel it in my bones, you'll see."
She does perk up when he actually seems to like her idea of commandeering a ship, though. "Sugar, stealin' a ship always has it's fuckin' uses. I mean sure, sometimes shit happens, but the first time I met Malakai, I stole his ship an' for a while he wanted to shoot me but now four years I'm his wife, so sometimes shit works out too." That... probably isn't the most romantic story in the universe, but she seems to be fond of the memory. Enough to talk about it to some guy she knows and probably shouldn't call a friend at this point, anyway. "Which is another reason why I gotta find some fuckin' water, 'cause water means ships."
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Never mind. He doesn't care. It's not important.
"A ship could provide a tactical advantage against," he pauses for the slightest of seconds, "the Burning Legion." And anyone else, but perhaps he shouldn't try to steer Apollo so blatantly against the other flights. Yet. If he can direct her towards the demons, then with a careful push here and there, maybe...
"I wonder, do the demon hordes even occupy the sea?" Clearly the best way to keep him from being an insane megalomaniac is to give him something to strategize over.
"Ask the locals; they might know something about where ships used to sail." And they still should be liking the blackflight, if they're careful.
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"Well if they don't then how the fuck are they 'spose to give us a tactical advantage, huh?" She can sort of see the logic in it, though. Plus, regardless of the tactical advantages that may or may not exist, she still wants a damn ship. "Yeah, maybe. I ain't king of whatever sea they got here, but I'm gettin' me a damn ship anyway. She can be a sister ship to the Strumpet, I could call her the Harlot or somethin'."
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He raises a brow and looks around them, eying distant dragonkin, and snorts.
"I think they'd eat you before they ever allowed that."
He's not even going to comment on her choice of ship names. Honestly, he shouldn't be surprised at this point.
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"Shit you're right, maybe you outta be my first mate when I get me a new ship, yeah?" She has no idea if he's even the sailing type or if she'll actually give him a title like that, but hey. "Also, last time I tried to ride a dragon a couple people died an' I almost went to the afterlife with 'em, so yeah, fuck dragon ridin'. Sea's the way to go! Dunno what troops you're talkin' 'bout though. There's what, fuckin' five of us? That ain't exactly an army."
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"Not just us, but people of the other flights." He can send them into battle as cannon fodder. "They're a part of this war, too, after all. Strength in numbers and all that jazz." He holds his hands up as he says that last part and flutters his fingers briefly. Jazz hands. The mean is probably lost on her though.
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"Oh, right. Flights against the demons, yeah? However fuckin' grand that's workin' out so far I dunno, an' I mean still, all flights considered we still kinda got shit numbers compared to the demon legion, yeah?" She's still not... really sure how much she cares about this damn war, even though she probably really should. But she's warming up to the idea of being mildly helpful, anyway.
As for the jazz hands, nope, not a clue. She gives him a rather quizzical look at the gesture, but otherwise doesn't ask what the hell his otherworldly hand motions mean.
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That 1% comes from how much he doesn't care about the dragons and their dumb little war either, and if a ship gets him away from Deathwing, well damn, he might want to sign up for that crew. It's not any more stupid than fleeing the Time War and turning himself human, right?
"Give it time. Every 'sworn out there is still learning the ropes. The ones that survive will make up for three or four peons."
God, Apollo, there are few good things that have come from planet Earth, and you don't even understand them. So disappointing.