The Liquid Wallaby - WW2Allaby

[Chaos Crescent]

Ira smiled.
She looked at him. "You half smiled. What's wrong?" Ira asked in legitimate concern.

'It gave me a mild headache but it's going.'

Smiles completely now.

'So how are you?'

[Ava Ire]

Ira smiled.
She looked at him. "You half smiled. What's wrong?" Ira asked in legitimate concern.

'It gave me a mild headache but it's going.'

Smiles completely now.

'So how are you?'

Ira's smile fades slowly.
"Ah, I-I've been doing fine..."

[Chaos Crescent]

'It gave me a mild headache but it's going.'

Smiles completely now.

'So how are you?'

Ira's smile fades slowly.
"Ah, I-I've been doing fine..."

'Lie but fine I wont press doesn't concern me anyway does it.'

[Torrocca]

Torr walks back into the Wallaby, covered in blood. "What the heck was that noise, anyways?"

[Ava Ire]

Ira's smile fades slowly.
"Ah, I-I've been doing fine..."

'Lie but fine I wont press doesn't concern me anyway does it.'

"Ah...it's just that being here...it's taking a toll on me". Ira signed.

[Chaos Crescent]

'Lie but fine I wont press doesn't concern me anyway does it.'

"Ah...it's just that being here...it's taking a toll on me". Ira signed.

'Oh. Sorry that it is. Just a week then we go back to our time and I may stay here.'

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(Well, camping was cancelled. Also, got like five frickin' shots in my arms today. That was fun.)

Crissal is delivering some presumably stirring speech to a group of Arkadacians in mixed outfits. Some of them in kilts and leather armor, others just in kilts, and others in steel, conquistador-looking armor.

[Chaos Crescent]

(Well, camping was cancelled. Also, got like five frickin' shots in my arms today. That was fun.)

Crissal is delivering some presumably stirring speech to a group of Arkadacians in mixed outfits. Some of them in kilts and leather armor, others just in kilts, and others in steel, conquistador-looking armor.

[What?]

He is there among them or just watching whatever.

[Barboneia]

(Well, camping was cancelled. Also, got like five frickin' shots in my arms today. That was fun.)

Crissal is delivering some presumably stirring speech to a group of Arkadacians in mixed outfits. Some of them in kilts and leather armor, others just in kilts, and others in steel, conquistador-looking armor.

(So you'll be here this weekend?)

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(Well, camping was cancelled. Also, got like five frickin' shots in my arms today. That was fun.)

Crissal is delivering some presumably stirring speech to a group of Arkadacians in mixed outfits. Some of them in kilts and leather armor, others just in kilts, and others in steel, conquistador-looking armor.

(So you'll be here this weekend?)

(Dealing with stupid people, so probably not.)

[Barboneia]

(So you'll be here this weekend?)

(Dealing with stupid people, so probably not.)

(Damn.)

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(Dealing with stupid people, so probably not.)

(Damn.)

(Pretty sure I developed severe mental trauma from that. And another fifty or so gray hairs. Whatever, hopefully I'm free from stupid for now.)

[Crumlark]

(Well, camping was cancelled. Also, got like five frickin' shots in my arms today. That was fun.)

Crissal is delivering some presumably stirring speech to a group of Arkadacians in mixed outfits. Some of them in kilts and leather armor, others just in kilts, and others in steel, conquistador-looking armor.

Charlette stands in the back of said crowd. Her disappointment and outcries could only get her so far, she realized, and so instead of throwing herself upon the cogs, which would keep rolling with our without her intervention. She just waited and thought about a conquered people, brought to ruination by one person's mistakes and another person's mercilessness.

A Culdranth in obscuring clothing waits for Crysal to finish to vie for her attention.

[Barboneia]

(I drew another picture of Dom. Much better then the last one.)

Dom walked in, soaking wet from the thunderstorm outside. He sat down at a booth and wringed out his fedora.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(Read by a Culdranth this would be friggin' hilarious)

(I drew another picture of Dom. Much better then the last one.)

Dom walked in, soaking wet from the thunderstorm outside. He sat down at a booth and wringed out his fedora.

(dat vaguely earthbound art tho)

Kasat tips her ushanka at him. "M'lady."

Charlette stands in the back of said crowd. Her disappointment and outcries could only get her so far, she realized, and so instead of throwing herself upon the cogs, which would keep rolling with our without her intervention. She just waited and thought about a conquered people, brought to ruination by one person's mistakes and another person's mercilessness.

A Culdranth in obscuring clothing waits for Crysal to finish to vie for her attention.

"But I will remind all of you... when we reach the shores of Germany... Any man or woman caught looting, beating, or gods-help-you, raping the local populace, I will personally unseam you from the groin to the neck as a message to the rest."

The crowd stops cheering and looks at her weirdly before bowing and walking off. Crissal looks at the Culdranth and raises an eyebrow.

[Barboneia]

(I drew another picture of Dom. Much better then the last one.)

Dom walked in, soaking wet from the thunderstorm outside. He sat down at a booth and wringed out his fedora.

(dat vaguely earthbound art tho)

Kasat tips her ushanka at him. "M'lady."

(How the fuck is it vaguely earthbound)

Dom stared at her oddly before putting it back on.
"So... Was I fired or not?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(dat vaguely earthbound art tho)

Kasat tips her ushanka at him. "M'lady."

(How the fuck is it vaguely earthbound)

Dom stared at her oddly before putting it back on.
"So... Was I fired or not?"

(idk

maybe it's the eyes

it reminds me of something at least)

"Nah, I'm just fucking with you. But if you kill a guy for a stupid reason again I might have Rusla introduce you to a new form of acupuncture." She motions at Rusla, who's stumbling downstairs with a bow attached to his back.

[Barboneia]

(How the fuck is it vaguely earthbound)

Dom stared at her oddly before putting it back on.
"So... Was I fired or not?"

(idk

maybe it's the eyes

it reminds me of something at least)

"Nah, I'm just fucking with you. But if you kill a guy for a stupid reason again I might have Rusla introduce you to a new form of acupuncture." She motions at Rusla, who's stumbling downstairs with a bow attached to his back.

(U wot m8)

"So... You're not mad at me for stealing those drinks and selling them to Vladek? Or for, uh, taking money out of the cash register every other week?"

[Torrocca]

(How the fuck is it vaguely earthbound)

Dom stared at her oddly before putting it back on.
"So... Was I fired or not?"

(idk

maybe it's the eyes

it reminds me of something at least)

"Nah, I'm just fucking with you. But if you kill a guy for a stupid reason again I might have Rusla introduce you to a new form of acupuncture." She motions at Rusla, who's stumbling downstairs with a bow attached to his back.

Torr, who's currently hidden away in a darkened corner of the bar, raises an eyebrow at this statement, thinking to himself, "I'm certain whatever she's talking about isn't nearly as horrendous as some torture methods I could cook up..." He takes a long swig from a bottle of vodka moments afterwards.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(idk

maybe it's the eyes

it reminds me of something at least)

"Nah, I'm just fucking with you. But if you kill a guy for a stupid reason again I might have Rusla introduce you to a new form of acupuncture." She motions at Rusla, who's stumbling downstairs with a bow attached to his back.

(U wot m8)

"So... You're not mad at me for stealing those drinks and selling them to Vladek? Or for, uh, taking money out of the cash register every other week?"

(i tow m9s)

"..." She grabs the sledgehammer from behind the bar. "So I hope you weren't planning on having children."

[Crumlark]

"But I will remind all of you... when we reach the shores of Germany... Any man or woman caught looting, beating, or gods-help-you, raping the local populace, I will personally unseam you from the groin to the neck as a message to the rest."

The crowd stops cheering and looks at her weirdly before bowing and walking off. Crissal looks at the Culdranth and raises an eyebrow.

Charlette appreciates this measure, but remains uncomfortable.

The Culdranth clears it's throat, speaking in a scratchy voice that could have been passably masculine or feminine. "I am a representative of the local guild of historians here, and was hoping to interview you about the coming battle. I apologize for my inappropriate timing, but I'd much rather ask now than wait until the battle is complete..." The historian trailed off. "I have had rather rotten luck when it comes to historical figures."

[Barboneia]

(U wot m8)

"So... You're not mad at me for stealing those drinks and selling them to Vladek? Or for, uh, taking money out of the cash register every other week?"

(i tow m9s)

"..." She grabs the sledgehammer from behind the bar. "So I hope you weren't planning on having children."

(How the tuck do you tow m9s, m9s are pistols not vehicles)

Dom jumped up and held his fedora over his crotch.
"T-there's a reason I always use protection!"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"But I will remind all of you... when we reach the shores of Germany... Any man or woman caught looting, beating, or gods-help-you, raping the local populace, I will personally unseam you from the groin to the neck as a message to the rest."

The crowd stops cheering and looks at her weirdly before bowing and walking off. Crissal looks at the Culdranth and raises an eyebrow.

Charlette appreciates this measure, but remains uncomfortable.

The Culdranth clears it's throat, speaking in a scratchy voice that could have been passably masculine or feminine. "I am a representative of the local guild of historians here, and was hoping to interview you about the coming battle. I apologize for my inappropriate timing, but I'd much rather ask now than wait until the battle is complete..." The historian trailed off. "I have had rather rotten luck when it comes to historical figures."

Crissal probably couldn't tell the difference regardless. "Something tells me I make it out alive, but yes, by all means, let's talk about it." She steps down from her podium and approaches the Culdranth.

[Crumlark]

(I drew another picture of Dom. Much better then the last one.)

Dom walked in, soaking wet from the thunderstorm outside. He sat down at a booth and wringed out his fedora.

Bartlebee raises an empty glass. "Looks like you could use a hairdryer."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(i tow m9s)

"..." She grabs the sledgehammer from behind the bar. "So I hope you weren't planning on having children."

(How the tuck do you tow m9s, m9s are pistols not vehicles)

Dom jumped up and held his fedora over his crotch.
"T-there's a reason I always use protection!"

(damn straight)

"Oh. Well, consider this insurance!" She cackles maniacally before tapping Dom on the head with the handle, rather than the hammer. "I'd better see that money back to me by the time we get back to our time."