Again he's tried an experimental potion that merely wafts into the air of the mansion as everybody is now too savvy to eat or drink anything left lying around ( Read more... )

The well-stocked cellar of the Mansion is silent except for a faint, steady dripSomewhere a leak has developed. Drop by drop, perfectly good alcohol is trickling onto the floor, forming a slowly growing pool. A problem easily remedied, once it's discovered ( Read more... )

Tyler walks in with a black sack slung over his shoulder. He sits down on one of the sofas. Takes another drag on his cigarette. Then holds open the bag for anyone who wishes to reach inside and take out one of the treats (or tricks) inside ( Read more... )

I know how to blow things up.

Typist: Mother's Younger Brother from Ragtime by E. L. Doctorow. And we'll just say... in death people, er... get their hearing back. Or something.

*conjures up a bar somehow, because he's Moriel*

*is followed by Fleur Delacour, who seems to be enjoying this too much*

Okay, guys, listen up. We're opening a bar.

So! What'll you have? If you like, I'll match a drink to your personality, guaranteed to work.

Ok you bastards: Mad Sweeney is here, as large as life. You just can't keep a good god down, can you? Because that's what I was, you know, before the monks and the churches with their grey books decided that the gods of Ireland had to be made into fucken midgets with funny green hats. Here I am though, a hard-hitting, heavy-drinking, mad-as-a- ( Read more... )

*throws a punch at the first man to walk by*

I used to have such a pretty face, like an angel, my mom would say. That was before I came home after every weekend with new cuts a bruises, stitches re-opened, and sometimes teeth chipped or missing. The first time was the worse--but the best, that was the time I was rushed to the emergency room and the doctor said I looked like I had been hit ( Read more... )

A little while back (in the DF chatroom) Mr Inigo Montoya gave me a brief lesson in how to use a sword. I want to ask anyone here who is skilled in weapons - any weaponry; steel; magical or otherwise - to please give me some instruction in what they know ( Read more... )

*points at the nearest person*

I want you to hit me as hard as you can.

EDIT: Only two guys to a fight. One fight at a time. I don't fight women, but I'll sell you some bada** soap.