The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: Aislinn on July 28, 2013, 11:50:52 pm</h2>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aislinn</strong> on <strong>July 28, 2013, 11:50:52 pm</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/34/Gh.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">~*~ The Gingerbread House ~*~</span></span></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Welcome to the Gingerbread House! Take a seat by the fireplace and listen to our few, but important rules!</span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/1/1e/Gh2.jpg/799px-Gh2.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">The Gingerbread House is located in the public non-adult portion of Elliquiy. As such, all rules regarding public posting are expected to be followed by approved and non approved members alike. This is where you can come just for a free open RP! Anyone is welcome, and you can just drop in as you feel like it--no invitation is required to step in here. We welcome all visitors to the Gingerbread House. You can come be in-character here if you want, enjoy socializing in a more relaxed environment, and just overall have a good time. Want to be silly, just chill, or just be random? This is where you can do it! Please keep everything at a PG-13 level and have fun. <br><br>This site rule generally covers what we would like you to be mindful of:<br></span></span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Be polite, be civil, be respectful. Just because something is not expressly forbidden, does not mean that we will tolerate it. If you are constantly rude, inconsiderate, or otherwise act like a jerk, we will smack your privileges around until you get the hint and behave. If you cannot behave, you will be directed elsewhere.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">The Gingerbread House is hosted by Liege Blythe, Lady Aislinn and Lord Dovel. We welcome all that would like to converse and role-play within! Unapproved and approved members are all welcome here.<br><br>Oh! Were you thinking of <strong>that</strong> Hansel and Gretel? I’m sorry….we should have been more specific! Be mindful of the rules or we will have to let <strong>this</strong> Hansel and Gretel know!&nbsp; ;D</span></span><br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/Hanselgretel.gif)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Enjoy!</span></span></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 12:02:23 am</strong>
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				Blythe slips into the new house, inhaling the fresh scent of the living room around him, and he makes himself comfortable in one of the chairs by the fire. He has a book to read and a small glass of red wine in one pale hand, and he announces with satisfaction, "Ah, marvelous to see that the construction of he Gingerbread House is complete."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aislinn</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 12:18:53 am</strong>
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				Aislinn slips into the room quietly, bringing trays of snacks and such for the visitors. Noticing Blythe, she smiles and waves with one hand, miraculously managing not to spill everything before getting it delivered to the table. " Hello, love! Nice to see that you found your way here."<br><br><div align="center">(http://i1311.photobucket.com/albums/s677/elisabethangelus23/Fondue_zps791dc4d1.gif) (http://s1311.photobucket.com/user/elisabethangelus23/media/Fondue_zps791dc4d1.gif.html)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beguile's Mistress</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 12:23:13 am</strong>
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				Drops off some freshly baked gingerbread hearts as a housewarming gift to show the love.<br><br><div align="center">(http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/ivonnewierink/ivonnewierink0912/ivonnewierink091200212/6087212-basket-with-gingerbread-hearts-and-red-christmas-balls.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aislinn</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 12:25:33 am</strong>
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				Awwww...thank you, BeMi!&nbsp; :-*
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beguile's Mistress</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 12:28:22 am</strong>
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				You're welcome, love.&nbsp; You all have a nice place here.<br><br>*looks around a bit then curls up near the fire with some wine fruit dipped in chocolate*<br><br>I can only stay a bit tonight but I'll be sure to drop back in from time to time. :-)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 12:29:58 am</strong>
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				Blythe perks up at the gift basket left by BeMi and notices that, if he's right, those are gingerbread! He smiles and waves to BeMi, calling out, "Thank you! I think I'll have one...and save some for any others that would like to visit. And we're happy that you can drop in any time, BeMi, even if it's only for a bit." He picks up a cookie and nibbles into it, and it tastes delightful. He licks his lips happily and says, "Oh, these are divine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 12:48:31 am</strong>
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				Oreo is not so <em>housewarming</em> and drags herself in, dropping her gun on the nearby table. <br><br>Nice place you have here. *settles onto the couch and fluffs her bunny slippers* Anybody have the makings for a PB&amp;J?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aislinn</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 01:16:01 am</strong>
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				Grins as she notices the newest visitor, busying herself in the expansive kitchen and bringing a platter full of a variety of different breads, jellies and peanut butter. Slipping it down onto the table next to Oreo with a wide spreading knife.<br><br>"Hello...and anything else?"&nbsp; ;D
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 01:28:38 am</strong>
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				Grabs the sandwich and looks it over with greedy eyes, before sinking her teeth in. "Thads delishuz." <br><br>Her pupils go wide as a sudden bout of arachibutyrophobia overcomes her. Frantically she pats the table and sets down the sandwich. Desperate swallowing motions ensue. Finally, with a grateful breath she mutters, "Got milk?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Woman</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 01:34:23 am</strong>
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				Red comes racing down the path in her Ferrari and parks the car right in front of the porch. She gets out and strives into the door, holding three bottles of Champagne.<br>“Where do I put these” she asks?<br>* Doesn’t wait for an answer and puts them on the nearest table. Looks around *<br>“This place is gorgeous!” “Hi Blythe, Hi Oreo” and she gives BeMi and Aislinn a big hug.<br>* Goes around the room checking out everything *<br>“So where’s the music? When is the dancing starting?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 01:38:07 am</strong>
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				*Oreo grabs up her gun at all the commotion* <br><br>"Oh Red, it's you! Welcome. What kind of music do you like?"<br><br>*leaves the gun resting across her knees*
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 01:41:16 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe smiles in pleasure at the newest visitor, admiring the Ferrari. He gestures her inside and takes the three bottles, saying, "Let me put these away, and perhaps they can all be shared amongst the guests! Welcome, Red."<br><br>He flicks on a small stereo that plays a dance tune with a wicked bass line to it, and he says, "Dancing can start whenever you like!" He decides to dance a little, too, in time to the new beat, and he sways and shakes it with the music. "I can always change the music if anyone wants anything different, of course," he adds.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Music!</div><div class="spoiler_body">clubbed to death - Matrix soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFS4zYWxzNA#)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Woman</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 02:05:56 am</strong>
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				Red tosses a kiss hand at Blythe and starts dancing wildly.<br>Meanwhile keeping her eyes focussed on the gun Oreo is holding.<br>“Who else is coming?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 02:15:07 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe realizes the Oreo has been left without milk, and he fetches her some from the kitchen of the house, bringing her milk...in a wine glass. He grins sheepishly and explains, "We don't have all of our dishes yet. Drinking milk has never been fancier."<br><br>He dances a bit more, catching Red's kiss with a free hand, and he says to Red, "Well, it's hard to say! Quite literally anyone can come in here if they like. You might have to wait and see." He notices the gun in Oreo's lap and thinks immediately of Elmer Fudd hunting wabbits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 02:18:46 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*glances up at the picture of Hansel and Gretel* I have decided to play the hunts-woman. Thank goodness you can't see my bunny slippers in the photo or you'd never take me seriously.<br><br><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">photo</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh216/allybandy/hunts_woman_by_agflower-d4nuzom.jpg)</div></div></div><br><br><br>"No need to worry Red, the gun is for the big bad wolves." <br><br>*gratefully accepts the glass of milk* "Don't make me giggle, Blythe or I might snort milk out my nose." <br><br>*imagining a wolf in wabbits clothing*
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Woman</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 06:43:59 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Red comes out of her trance (finally !)<br>"Sorry guys, for being so absent(minded) for a while, needed to get rid of all the flies in my head.. Also, this music was delicious...<br><br>So what's happening?<br>Can anyone tell me how to put on a new cd on this player? I'd really like The Prodigy right now.."<br><br>* keeps jumping up and down of excitement *<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 06:51:18 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b8/Wanderer.jpg)</div><br>He took notice of his name at the top.<br><br>"Hm, Lord Dovel. That is quite a title for a simple man. I have been known by many names over the years. Nasruddin, Inpetus, Almeirim, Sinbad, Polo and even been labeled a thief though I never took nothing that wasn't truly offered. I think Dovel will suite me well here."<br><br>He seemed almost startled when Red came out of her trance. "I am not sure how to operate that fancy contraption young lady but is there anything to eat? I once had soup fashioned from a stone you know. And I am not a beggar mind you. I can pay."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Woman</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 07:26:24 am</strong>
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				"So there you are!<br>Was wondering if you were ever going to show up at your own housewarming.<br>Speaking of, I thought hosts were the ones that provided food.<br>I brought some booze, nothing to eat, except maybe.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 07:35:23 am</strong>
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				Glanced up to his name again and back to the woman before him. <br><br>"My housewarming? Do you mean to say that I am employed here?" With hands running down over his body he tried to straightened his rumbled clothing. "I assure you I have no memory of being employed or any wages discussed."<br><br>A devilish look came to his eyes as he spied the booze Red brought. "But, if you say I do work here then who am I to disagree? I suppose it would be proper to forage about and make ourselves at home. Lets see if we can find some glasses, shall we m'lady?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Woman</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 08:00:43 am</strong>
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				Well Dovel, let me make one thing clear: I don’t expect you to work, just saying it’s your party and your house, so you should know where to find stuff like glasses and food.<br>Further I’m not serving either, but since you asked nicely, I’ll take a look in the kitchen what’s to eat<br>walks to the kitchen, and glances about looking for food *<br>“lots of goodies over here, what would you like? Sweet, savory?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 08:10:16 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*peeks an eye open while shoving the package of oreos behind her back* "Hmmmm, if all else fails you can nibble the walls. Though, I have heard that can lead to difficulties."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 09:11:32 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A smile touched his lips as he eyed both of the lovely women before him.<br><br>"Well, I think perhaps for now I should find a place to rest." He took a seat by the fire and enjoyed the pleasant warmth as he rested his eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fretboardmagic</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 04:06:43 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fret walks in and plops down on a couch. This place was nifty. He scanned the room to see who all was there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katiana</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 04:09:06 pm</strong>
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				*Wanders in looking around at the cottage*<br><br>Nice place. I usually bring cookies to a house warming but it seemed somewhat inappropriate so I brought something even better. <br><br>*tugs in a big box behind her and leans down fiddling with the clasp until she eventually throws the lid open*<br><br>(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b515/Katsofiya/23ece872-14b5-422b-8132-f6e8d500424f_zps089a9cd4.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fretboardmagic</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 04:11:31 pm</strong>
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				Fret grinned at the contents of the box. <br><br>"So you're helping him prepare against monster attacks rather than supplying him with an excess of food? Well done."<br><br>He pulled out a pack of playing cards and began to do all kinds of fancy cuts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jacob Churchill</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 04:30:02 pm</strong>
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				Jacob walks into the room, giving a wave to everyone. "Good day," he said, before looking for something good to eat and a comfortable place to sit down at.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 05:09:37 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe wakes up after an impromptu nap from last night, and he notices the new arrivals. He grins at Kat and says, "Oh, now that's not a run of the mill housewarming present...but I'll take it. The Hansel and Gretel of the house will definitely appreciate it while they track down witches and other nasties...and so we can feel safe as we eat cookies." He breaks out one of the bottles of champagne brought by another guest earlier and says to everyone, "Anyone want any bubbly? It's quite good." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fretboardmagic</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 05:18:38 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll just take a rum and coke."<br><br>He put his cards away and pulled out his guitar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 05:23:49 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe notices the guitar and goes to check for rum and coke. He asks, "So fret, what type of music do you play? Mind livening up things in here with a tune?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fretboardmagic</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 05:26:46 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I play whatever I feel inspired to play. Sometimes it's rock, sometimes it's jazz, sometimes classical." <br><br>Starts playing some jazz.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 05:39:16 pm</strong>
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				Blythe finally finds enough to whip up a rum and coke and sets the drink on a table near fret. He looks at the gift Kat brought and says, "That's tempting. Makes me want to go hunt monsters. ....possibly with jazz theme music."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aislinn</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 05:41:40 pm</strong>
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				Enters the house with afternoon and evening snacks!<br><br><div align="center">(http://i1311.photobucket.com/albums/s677/elisabethangelus23/fruit_zps067bd4f1.jpg) (http://s1311.photobucket.com/user/elisabethangelus23/media/fruit_zps067bd4f1.jpg.html)</div><br>"Hello, hello everyone! How is everyone doing today?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fretboardmagic</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 05:51:44 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He stops playing for a moment to sip his rum and coke, then begin's to play an acoustic arrangement of Tatakou Mono Tachi. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 05:55:38 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe wracks his brain to recall the where the song is from, and a lightbulb goes off above his head! He says to fret, "Is this from FFVII? It's been ages since I've seen the game or watched Advent Children, so I can't be sure."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fretboardmagic</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 06:02:04 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				http://youtu.be/SAXCukEzM14 (http://youtu.be/SAXCukEzM14)<br><br>Yep. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2013, 06:10:18 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You can play that on a guitar? That must sound boss," Blythe says admiringly. "I can't play any instruments, myself. I'm always a little jealous when someone can do it and do it well. My <em>forte</em> is usually visual art."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>July 30, 2013, 06:55:38 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*enter warm house and looks around getting a very earthly feel from it.&nbsp; noting what looks like a closet hoping it was to put my cloak in it.*<br>"Hello is any one still here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>July 30, 2013, 07:01:37 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe returns to the house and waves to tiarune, saying, "Ah, I see you found this humble abode! Welcome. Feel free to set your cloak down in the closet nearby and get comfy by the fire if you like. I admit to being in and out of this House all day, so I hope you aren't bothered if I keep popping in and out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>July 30, 2013, 07:04:43 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"not at all just want to make sure i was not going to get in trouble by entering with out anyone here."<br>*removes my cloak and place it in the closet, making sure nothing falls from the its two holster and pockets.&nbsp; looking around i stop the sitting the area and enters it before pulling up a simple wood chair.*<br>"thank you for letting me take a break in my travel." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>July 30, 2013, 07:29:11 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe smiles and says, "You can come in whenever you like, tiarune! You don't need to wait just to come in and meet some of the people around the House."<br><br>Blythe thinks about this. "Since you have traveled often, what do you think I should add to make this House better? I've been thinking about keeping an area just for awesome magical critters here!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>July 30, 2013, 10:31:54 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"a heart fire will bring a few of the more friendlier creatures.&nbsp; while keep several more danger-est of them away.&nbsp; you could also add in a pound never hurt to fish or let the animals drink from."<br>*lean back into the chair to think i let out a sigh.*<br>"you would not most of the creatures i have ran into to come here so you would want to get a large open field for a Wester Wind Drake.&nbsp; very friendly and genital great with the young ones."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fretboardmagic</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 12:15:03 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*lies down on a couch*<br><br>Ughhh....I'm exhausted....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 12:18:04 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wakes up and rubs her eyes. "I start the day that way...exhausted." Shuffles off to the kitchen to make some espresso. <br><br>"Do I smell burning witch?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 12:35:19 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Sniffs the air*<br>"i do not believe it is a witch, they have a more magical feel in the air and smoke.&nbsp; this is has a dust smell to it.&nbsp; could be a dust imp taking a nap in the fire."<br>*gets up and enters the Kitchen.&nbsp; moves over to the large bay window to look out before looking at Oreo*<br>"i do not think we have met Midlady."<br>*bows in repect and greeting.*<br>"may i be honor to know your name."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violetstiele</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 01:06:22 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Opened the door and looked about curiously before entering. Her amethyst eyes gleamed with excitement as she set a bouquet of purple roses in a pretty crystal vase on the table beside the food. Tucked in amongst the flowers was a card that read: Happy New House! With Love, Violet</em><br>"What a welcoming place. How brilliant!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 01:43:20 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiles at tiarune. "I go by either Oreo, or the Cookie. Though I will answer to nearly anything, like sweet stuff or cutie, or hey YOU." <em>laughs</em><br><br>"Nice to meet you." Sniffs the air a bit. "An imp, you say? I wonder who let an imp in here? We have a few tricksters on the site." &gt;:)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 09:31:29 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"very versatile names i see." *Laughs lightly* "i go by Tia for now it may change if i find a better name."<br>*shake my head clearing a stray thought.*<br>"as for how the Imp got in could have lived here since the house was built or hitch a ride with someone.&nbsp; i do not think it was me, i usually check for imp before entering a building.&nbsp; lets just hope its not a dark imp."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fretboardmagic</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 01:46:21 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fret returns with a big bag of marshmallows tucked under his arm. He starts to toss them to whoever wants them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariel</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 04:00:20 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Tries not to eat the house as she enters* &lt;__&lt;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 04:37:29 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Walk out to the entry way to see who had entered.*<br>Hello
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariel</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 04:49:03 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hi tiarune. :-)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 04:51:55 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Welcome can i get you any thing.&nbsp; I am sure their is something to eat or drink around here some where.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariel</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 04:55:35 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Can I eat the entire house?" Ariel laughs softly and shakes her head. "No thank you, Tiarune. All I need is some good conpany! How are you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 04:59:37 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am doing well so far no one has gone screaming for the hills.&nbsp; but the day is still young for there is time for that even yet."<br>*shake my head at the thought*<br>"Beside that it is nice to have a place to relax on my travels.&nbsp; Even with the Imps becoming a problem at times.&nbsp; So be careful in the addict.&nbsp; its the only place I have yet to clean them out of.&nbsp; How are you doing Ariel?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariel</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 05:01:34 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll be sure to steer clear of the attic," she says with a laugh. "I'm doing okay, I suppose! Still sick and recovering, but I'm feeling better, so that's a plus."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 05:07:23 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If your still recovering you should be resting.&nbsp; Standing around will not do at all."<br>*move at quick pace to get behind you before sweeping you off your feet into a bridal carry then walk into the Sitting area.&nbsp; I then place you on one of the couches in the room*<br>"Now no more moving around."&nbsp; ;D
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariel</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 05:11:17 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She is startled at the sudden movement, but is nonetheless thankful. "Thank you! It is nice to relax, when you are sore and sick, after all," Ariel says with a kind smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 05:19:15 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"At lease your sick here and not on the road any more."<br>*Moves to the door way to grab a few thing from another room*<br>"You sure you do not want any thing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariel</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 05:28:37 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm, I'll take a water, if you don't mind," she calls out after Tiarune.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 05:33:33 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ok one Water coming up."<br>*heads to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water.&nbsp; After grabbing the Glass I set it down before filling up to grab some wood from the stove in the kitchen.&nbsp; Once I have a load of wood i fill the glass up with water before returning to the sitting room*<br>"Here you go Ariel."<br>*Hand you the glass of Water before placing the wood next to the fire pit.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariel</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 06:01:03 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks, hun!" Ariel says with a bright smile as she takes a sip of the water, then tucks her feet underneath her to keep them warm. "How are you enjoying E so far?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 06:13:53 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It an intersting place from what I have seen. Being stuck as a none member is no in but when is it ever."<br>*places several logs in the fire pit before lighting them*<br>"But good bin come to thous that wait."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2013, 07:50:31 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg8671491#msg8671491">Quote from: tiarune on July 31, 2013, 06:13:53 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"But good bin come to thous that wait."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"but good Things come to thous who wait."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>August 01, 2013, 10:02:17 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe returns to the House, looking a little tired but pleased, and he says, "Hello, my guests! My apologies for being away so long, but sometimes as one of the masters of the house, I leave to partake of business in the lands of E and "RL," mysterious places that devour my time. But I have returned and brought souvenirs to decorate my home with!"<br><br>Blythe sets down a large bag and pulls a few things out.<br><br>"A new weapon for my armory, so that I can defend the Gingerbread House from harm."<br><br>(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mc7k4evx1j1qk1uvh.jpg)<br><br>"A new tapestry to hang on the wall...."<br><br>(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5msl2xUGk1qh7clco1_400.jpg)<br><br>"And a set of medallions as gifts for my guests..."<br><br>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/93e03dae809cb53c078d3fd8bef4159e/tumblr_mg5yepQilJ1qmjx3so1_500.jpg)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>August 01, 2013, 10:15:27 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Looks closely at the sword and frown lightly.&nbsp; Touching the pummel to get a feel for the steel see if I can feel any imperfections in the steel.*<br>"its a Good looking sword but seems off. How is the balance because I can not see imperfections in the steel."<br>*Running my finger along the flat I close my eyes trying to find what felt wrong with the blade.*<br>"where did you buy the Sword?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>August 01, 2013, 10:40:23 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe says, "Hmmm. It is possible that the weight of it is imbalanced, but it is a bastard sword, and they tend to be heavy and ungainly, although a strong person with reach can be a deadly foe with one in hand. The steel is good, but it is a hand and a half thickness, which makes it a little awkward to wield." He offers the blade to tiarune and says, "Perhaps if I can find another, you would be willing to spar with me and test it's efficacy? I purchased it from a bazaar in the East, so perhaps a trial run with the blade is necessary."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>August 01, 2013, 10:50:18 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"hmm I wonder if the Black Smith is trying something new.&nbsp; Most eastern Swords are not bastard swords.&nbsp; The blade could have travel to the East."<br>*take the blade into my hands resting the flat along my left forearm.&nbsp; holding up to the light i could not see anything wrong with the steal but i could feel the weight seem to be more in the Point making it a little off balance.*<br>"I have a new blade as well if you do not mind a simple three point spar.&nbsp; We can test them out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Woman</strong> on <strong>August 02, 2013, 07:47:41 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Red comes back into the cottage, has a seat on the coach and sighs "Pfff, that was a long but satisfying walk in the woods. <br>Saw some imps on the way back. They were a bit nasty, but nevertheless harmless.<br>What time is it anyway? Everybody seem to have fallen asleep. Too much bubbly or booze? <br>Well I might take a nap myself"<br><br>* Curls up on the couch, cuddling a bit towards Blythe * "Hmm, nice. Talk to you later"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violetstiele</strong> on <strong>August 03, 2013, 10:05:11 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Violet enters the cottage with a happy smile on her face, her silken skirts whispering about her ankles,</em> "I just thought I'd drop in for a visit. Is anyone about?" <em>she calls.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>August 03, 2013, 10:22:22 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Poke my head out from around a corn down a hall to see who was called out.*<br>"yea in the back working on a few things; Give me a Minute to finish up.&nbsp; And I will be right out."<br>*Loud banging of metal on metal could be heard from the room as I try to finish my project i am working on.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>August 03, 2013, 10:30:08 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*come walking down the hall wiping my hands clean with a cloth before wiping the dust off my face to show the tribal mark under my left eye.*<br>"Sorry about that trying to get a metal working shop set up in the back.&nbsp; Any ways I'm Tia"&nbsp; *Offer a hand out.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violetstiele</strong> on <strong>August 03, 2013, 10:57:27 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hi Tiarune! I'm Violet!"<em> She replies, smiling and giving him her hand.</em> "I thought it might be a good day to come by. I hope I'm not disturbing you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>August 03, 2013, 11:02:07 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not at all.&nbsp; I finish what I could.&nbsp; Now may I have the Honor of escorting you to the sitting area so you may relax."<br>*I offer my arm to escort you to the sitting area.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violetstiele</strong> on <strong>August 03, 2013, 11:07:32 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>She takes Tiarune's arm and lets him him escort her,</em> "It is wonderful meet such a gentleman. Tell me, do you live here?" <em>She asks, her expression curious.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>August 03, 2013, 11:14:20 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm yes and no.&nbsp; I travel allot, and come here to rest.&nbsp; Not many can find this place if they are not of Good Heart."&nbsp; *Tia answer as he leads Violet to the sitting room.*&nbsp; "Has any one told you look cute when your face scrunches up like that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violetstiele</strong> on <strong>August 03, 2013, 11:28:31 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Was my face scrunching up?" <em>Violet asks as she takes a seat on the couch and tucks an extra cushion behind her back.</em> 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>August 03, 2013, 11:33:57 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It did a little, nothing to major about, you should not get any wrinkles from it," *Tia says as he pulls up a Wooden chair to sit in.*&nbsp; "Can I get you any thing to eat or drink before I take a seat."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violetstiele</strong> on <strong>August 03, 2013, 11:57:00 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is there some wine about? I do enjoy a glass of wine." <em>Violet's eyes lit up.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>August 04, 2013, 12:00:51 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think their is a bottle somewhere"*Tia moves to the kitchen and begins to look around for a bottle of wine.&nbsp; *<br>"Do you want Red or White?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violetstiele</strong> on <strong>August 04, 2013, 12:11:05 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oooh red please." <em>she grinned,</em> "Tell me, Tia. Where do you like to travel?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>August 04, 2013, 12:23:45 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Tia returns with a glass and a bottle of red wine in his left hand in his right was a bottle of light beer*&nbsp; "Sorry for not sharing the wine with you but after having at very big party some world leader throws I am sick of it.&nbsp; As for travel any where my take me, that or to where I am needed most."<br>*Tia place the glass on a side table next to Violet before placing his beer next to his chair.&nbsp; &nbsp; Rubbing his fingers together Tia places them around the neck of the bottle before pulling out the cork*<br>"I could write stories really about my travels if I wanted to, but not sure if they would sell.&nbsp; Some of the places I have been seem so far fetch I doubt you would believe me."<br>*pores the wines into the glass before handing it to Violet.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violetstiele</strong> on <strong>August 04, 2013, 12:29:44 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you." <em>Violet took the glass and sniffed the wine within, smiling as its distinct aroma pleased her nostrils, </em>"Mmmm. How lovely." <em>She sipped the wine.</em> "I would likely believe you. Why don't you tell me one?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>August 04, 2013, 12:51:11 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*opens his beer as he sits down in his chair with eyes close thinking over what of his travels he should tell.*<br>"Ok, if the young lady wish for a story who am I to disobey."<br>*Tia takes a sip of his beer.*<br>"I will tell you how i earn my most famous name, Phoenix Ryu.&nbsp; I was on a planet kind like this one but it did not rotate&nbsp; like this one.&nbsp; while this one, we are on, spins like a top De-fan spin like a wheel.&nbsp; Because of this one Side of the planet always face the sun making it a dessert wasteland while the other side was ice cover death trap.&nbsp; There is a small area between the two side that the wealthy live.&nbsp; the poor live in the dessert just barely getting by thanks to the rick no one protects them so many turn to crime.&nbsp; I had friend use to live in an edge town as some called them, close to the safe zone.&nbsp; He ask me to come out to help with the Gangs since the local government was not doing any thing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violetstiele</strong> on <strong>August 04, 2013, 12:55:48 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Did you help him?" <em>She asks, her expression indicating her interest in his story.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>August 04, 2013, 01:14:32 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" I did what he wanted me to do."&nbsp; *Pulls out a change made of onyx.*&nbsp; "Enchanted Onyx, very rare only one in a trillion beings can make them.&nbsp; Sand Stone was one of the few who could.&nbsp; This was the last one he ever made.&nbsp; After getting there we spent three weeks tracking the gangs across the dessert hoping to find their base." *place the change on the ground before taking and drink of his beer.* "Turn out it was a trap.&nbsp; Someone in the government wanted me out of the picture because i bloody his nose a few years back in some fight.&nbsp; We both got hit and went down.&nbsp; I barely got him to cover before they could see through the dust and smoke.&nbsp; I had over ten holes in my body at that point and Stone was not doing much better.&nbsp; Doing a quick patch up on him I ran from cover to draw them off.&nbsp; I was lucky they thought he was dead because they all came after me.&nbsp; Unlucky for me they had car while mine was looking like a shooting rang.&nbsp; I was able to trick them into following me into another dead in where they thought I was going to make my last stand.&nbsp; Fifty to one"&nbsp; *Take along sip of the beer before he keeps telling his story.* "good odds in my favor.&nbsp; while they had the numbers i had the training, years of experience and one secret weapon, an ace in the hole as they call it." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violetstiele</strong> on <strong>August 04, 2013, 01:27:23 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What was it? Will you tell me? I am most curious." <em>She confesses, </em> "Please don't keep me in suspense!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>August 04, 2013, 01:38:07 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"For me to tell you, you first must under stand what it is.&nbsp; Though out time and space there are stories of a race of beings that can never dye, not immortals but close to them.&nbsp; They are know only as The Last Scar, for one reason they can not be hurt other then by weapon that is tune to them.&nbsp; A paper cut from the weapons will them with in minutes.&nbsp; The only way to kill them is destroy the body at the atomic level."&nbsp; *Tia pulls off his cloak and turns after pulling off his shirt shout Violet his right shoulder blade.&nbsp; Over the shoulder blade was a large scare that slowly change to turn into an eye blinking one before changing again into a regular looking scare.* "Us Scar have seen many world be born and end." *Tia shakes his head to stop those train of thought as he puts his shirt back on.*&nbsp; "It was thanks to my Scar that i was able to speak to you now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violetstiele</strong> on <strong>August 04, 2013, 01:51:31 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've never heard of such a thing before. I am most fascinated." <em>She replies.</em> 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>August 04, 2013, 01:56:26 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Us Scare do not talk about our abilities because what other do not under stand they fear.&nbsp; Many of us been hunted just to find out how we tick." *Tia down the last of the beer as his eyes glaze over.&nbsp; He begins to remember all of his old friends.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fretboardmagic</strong> on <strong>August 04, 2013, 10:13:46 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fret walks in carrying a large box, leaving it behind the bar as he wanders over to turn on the tv.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 09:37:44 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe stretches out and realizes he has once again been lax in upkeeping his house. He cleans it up and puts out the Welcome mat!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 09:54:57 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peeks in to the house and looks around. "Hello?" He calls and steps in slowly, wondering if anyone is even around.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 09:57:46 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe welcomes Strife and says, "What's up? Take a load off here. Also, just so you know, you can choose to be IC or OOC here. I myself enjoy being IC here, but you can chatter away here just like you would in the Doormat!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 09:59:47 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Enters the house behind Strife* <br><br>*Waves to Blythe*<br><br>Very clean house indeed Blythe
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 10:00:14 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll go with, IC here, more fun." Smirks and waves to Blythe, looking around as he finds a place to sit. Turns and pokes Kitten. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 10:01:31 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*giggles and pokes Strife back*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 10:02:35 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So, Kitten, how was your day?" Looks at her and smiles a bit, then looks back to Blythe. "So, are you a ginger Blythe?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 10:04:31 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*smiles back and curls up next to the fire* I have had a pretty good day. How about you?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aislinn</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 10:06:09 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And Aislinn....is almost always OOC....<br><br>~drops off snacks for the troops~<br><br><div align="center">(http://i1311.photobucket.com/albums/s677/elisabethangelus23/Fondue_zps791dc4d1.gif) (http://s1311.photobucket.com/user/elisabethangelus23/media/Fondue_zps791dc4d1.gif.html)</div><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 10:07:53 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Yum! Thanks Aislinn!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 10:12:36 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Wanders around the house looking to see who is all here..*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 10:15:21 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I had an okay day." Smiles a bit. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 10:17:23 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*wanders back to the fire and curls up*&nbsp; Hope the others come by! It is quiet in here!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 10:26:31 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				* Jumps up and turns the radio up louder and starts dancing dressed in pink pjs with her hair flowing around her* 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 10:48:21 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe dances to the music and waves to everyone!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 10:49:17 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*grins and waves back at Blythe*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 10:50:46 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe dresses up in teal PJs with big bunny slippers. <br><br>"We need slumber party snacks for the House!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 11:04:01 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*nods and agrees with Blythe* Snacks and more dancers! Love the pjs! 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 11:08:43 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I vote for medieval dancers!"<br><br>(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d5ac034934caf68f2dec8775c0cf19af/tumblr_mp8sj2S8lD1rkz9vbo1_500.jpg)<br><br>"And....how do we feel about sweet snacks?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 11:12:27 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				MMMmmm sweet snacks! <br><br>Yes please!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 11:20:16 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I want some cookies and milk"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 11:21:47 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*grabs Strife and pulls him to the middle of the floor and starts dancing with him*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 11:37:22 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				laughs a bit and dances with Kitten, inlclining his head a bit to look at her face. "Hello"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jxnbury</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 11:42:12 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">-Enters the cottage glancing around the room sheepishly- "Hello?" She stood quietly not wanting to impede. "I was hoping for a dance with the fair maiden," the young woman winked towards kitten.</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 11:42:32 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are cookies in a ninja cup okay?" Blythe asks, providing one for everyone present.<br><br>(http://www.sagacombat.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/ninja-mug.jpg)<br><br>He waves to Jxnbury!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 11:43:50 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*smiles back at Strife*&nbsp; Hello<br><br>*grabs Jxnbury by the hand and pulls her onto the dance floor too* Welcome Jxnbury!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 11:46:11 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*grabs a cup of milk and cookies and careful not to spill the milk continues dancing* Thank you Blythe! Love the cups!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 11:48:46 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nice cup, Blythe. And if I let you in, Jxn, I have no dancing partner then, unless Blythe wants one...." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jxnbury</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 11:51:50 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Jxnbury smiles brightly returning Blythe's wave. "It is a pleasure to see you again," she manages to spit out before being unexpectedly grabbed by the hand towards the dance floor. <br><br>"I was not expecting two dance partners but hey, whatever works!" She lets out a light chuckle before receding from the pair only long enough to grab a cup with cookies. Mmm, cookies...</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2013, 11:58:21 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe smiles and watches the dancing and decides to join in at the edges of the dancing!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 12:00:43 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Leaves the pair dancing and shyly approaches Blythe* Would you like to dance with me?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jxnbury</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 12:04:05 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Jxnbury sighs dejectedly, "It looks like we have been dumped. At least, I have you cookies!" Jxnbury stuffs half of the cookie into her mouth savoring every crumble.</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 12:05:15 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And I am alone, aww...." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 12:06:08 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe reaches out and takes kitten's hand, kissing it chivalrously if permissible, and says, "Let's dance, lovely lady!" He twirls her out onto the dance floor of the House!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 12:07:22 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*smiles and laughs as Blythe twirls her around*&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jxnbury</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 12:10:20 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"What is that supposed to mean?!" Jxnbury declares elbowing Strife in the ribs. "Do not make me make you regret that," She glares towards Strife.</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 12:10:35 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe says to Jxnbury and Strife, "You two aren't alone--you can dance with myself and kitten! We can all swap dancing partners." He grins and twirls kitten over to Strife and tags Jxnbury into the dance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jxnbury</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 12:17:23 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"That was not necessary but umm, thank you!" Jxnbury places an arm on Blythe's shoulder and reaches out to grab his hand. She was not a very seasoned ballroom dancer; however, it seemed most appropriate at the time being.</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 12:19:54 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Smiles at Strife and rest her head on his shoulder while they sway with the music*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 05:36:52 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hello is anyone home.<br>*enters and walks in a few feet looking around.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 10:20:24 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*peeks inside to see if anyone is about* Hello?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 10:21:01 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe pops back in and says, "Blast; I keep vanishing on people! Hello, kitten, and hello to anyone else about!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 10:32:18 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Smiles and waves at Blythe* How are you tonight?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragonslayer</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 10:44:29 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Drops in from the ceiling and jumps over to the couch "What is up everybody" he begins to wave at everyone present.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 10:48:37 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*smiles at Art and laughs* I just requested you bring me and Blythe snacks!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 10:54:47 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg8711454#msg8711454">Quote from: kitten4submission on August 07, 2013, 10:32:18 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">*Smiles and waves at Blythe* How are you tonight?<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I'm doing quite well. I'm a bit all over the place--I think I'm a bit hyper," he explains, bouncing up and down a little bit. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg8711552#msg8711552">Quote from: kitten4submission on August 07, 2013, 10:48:37 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">*smiles at Art and laughs* I just requested you bring me and Blythe snacks!<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Blythe grins and adds, "I vote for snacks, too!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragonslayer</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 10:57:43 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looks at kitten and rolls his eyes "Fine I'll bring snacks then, just hold on for a second" runs outside and climbs up to the roof, and falls in on his face "There you go" hands out some lovely cake for all to see. As well as cheese sticks for those who aren't a sweetooth.<br><br>(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRRTSMOVjJzwCGbuUTHUc9PCYEbU2IkLnqUKS-4zpiqn-Hxr_3j)<br><br>(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS12o_19Kxam2tvGd2T5YBs_qGEgI99vducUankAkrq0x1rRwzdnQ)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 11:02:27 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*grabs a cheese stick and plops down on the couch munching happily* Thanks Art! You are the best!!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 11:03:48 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe snaps up some cake and says, "I'm an incorrigible sweet tooth." He wolfs down a couple of pieces and says, "So how is everyone? I admit, I'm about to put on pajamas and curl up by the Gingerbread House's fireplace for the evening, possibly with a book. I just haven't decided what I want to read."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragonslayer</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 11:12:23 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm doing good just had some ice cream myself"he says before backflipping to the coach
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 11:15:41 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*slices a piece of cake before curling up next to Art on the couch* Mmmm great cake Art! <br><br>What kind of books do you like to read Blythe?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 11:17:01 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe mentions, "This cake is awesome. And as for books I like, I'm a big fan of fantasy, horror, and sometimes historical or sci-fi. I just got done rereading the Dresden Files, but I need to find a new series to read."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragonslayer</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 11:20:53 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks for the compliments" He looks over at Blythe "I'm a fan High fantasy things myself like Lord of the Rings and whatnot"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 11:24:29 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I love to read. I am reading 50 Shades right now but like reading series like Lord of the Rings,Game of Thrones and Wheel of Time. Black Dagger series is a favorite too. :)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragonslayer</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 11:30:25 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I need to get into the craze of Game of Thrones, So I can understand people who talk about it" he says giving a gesture that means he's talking about Kitten and Blythe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 11:31:34 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe grins and says, "I'm an intense fan of Game of Thrones; I'm caught up on the books, but I need to watch the TV series. I recommend it, Artorias, but go for the books rather than the TV show first. I have heard of 50 Shades, although my interests do not reside quite with that kind of book. LotR is something I've read, too; all my inner-nerd loves LotR. But what is Black Dagger about? I've not heard of it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 11:34:51 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I made the mistake of watching season two and had a hard time reading the 2nd book. The series on HBO is pretty good. I sometimes can not read a book if the series is too similar. With movies I always feel like I am missing pieces but when they make a entire season out of one book it seems repetitive to read it after watching it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 11:37:05 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Black Dagger is a vampire series. The Black Dagger Brotherhood by JR Ward...You mean you don't love Christian Grey?! ha ha shame on you!&nbsp; :P<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragonslayer</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 11:39:56 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll pick up the book sometime, see if I can get into it" sits and sighs his stomach full
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 11:42:59 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Nudges Art* That is the side effect of being a super awesome ninja cook!&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragonslayer</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 11:51:47 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"More of a side effect of complete serenity cause i'm sitting in a refrigerated room" he says like it's normal everyday occurence
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 11:56:05 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It is 61 degrees according to the thermometer in my room... it is heavenly!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragonslayer</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2013, 11:59:27 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looks around "I don't seem to carry a thermomater in this refrigerated room" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 08, 2013, 12:03:43 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What are you doing in a refrigerated room? :P&nbsp; My a/c displays the current temp lol. It was 110 today so I am happy to have it 61 degrees in here
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragonslayer</strong> on <strong>August 08, 2013, 12:08:25 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The question is why aren't you in a refrigerated room? I personally think any heat over 70 is a blistering heat. must be way to hot for my own good.&nbsp; ;D
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 08, 2013, 12:14:41 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It feels pretty good in here! It will be in the 50's soon..&nbsp; :P
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragonslayer</strong> on <strong>August 08, 2013, 12:17:16 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's more like it, the colder the better this cook ninja says, but for know I must part for the cold is making the computer act weird" waves and jumps up through the roof
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten4submission</strong> on <strong>August 08, 2013, 12:25:28 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*waves as Art vanishes again* Hmmm ninjas sure do come and go fast.. Stretches out on the couch and watches the fire dance*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EmrysMerlin</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2013, 09:25:17 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Merlin stumbled into the candy cottage. He had been having such a rough day, trying to figure out what posts go where, and what to say and what to ask. A man who knew too many secrets for his own good, he wondered if he's ever be admitted among the ranks of such strange company. With oaken staff in hand, he was in the form of a man in his early twenties. His brown hair and beard were semi-trimmed, and he smelled like pine seed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Annalise</strong> on <strong>August 12, 2013, 07:39:57 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Cracks the door open slowly and takes a peek inside the house. The smells of cookies seems more intense now, like breaking a hot bread in two and feeling the smell of hot dough. Cinnamon and vanilla invade invade his nostrils and calm him down as he takes a few steps inside* <br>Hello! Anyone here? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>August 21, 2013, 05:21:58 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>~finds a nice quiet spot near the fireplace to relax and wait for a friendly face to appear~</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aislinn</strong> on <strong>August 28, 2013, 12:15:09 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				~skips in to do some much-needed dusting, humming to herself~
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>August 29, 2013, 08:08:55 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*ponders why dusting means the exact opposite of what it says as he watches Aislinn while he walks in. Looks around to see who else is in there.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fantasia Tripp</strong> on <strong>October 06, 2013, 08:54:08 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Waiting ~ Day Three Addendum <br><br>What a lovely place I have been directed to!&nbsp; One of the natives suggested this may be a place to discover and she was absolutely correct!&nbsp; A charming cottage in a dense woods, and made of Gingerbread!&nbsp; Many come and go through the doorway of this building.&nbsp; It's a meeting place of sorts, some stay and chat while others busy themselves with a task.&nbsp; I hazard a guess that there may be others like me visiting as well.&nbsp; I see the wide-eyed stare on the faces of those hoping to be accepted into this community as they view the varied and diverse population. This certainly demands a closer look today. <br>Fantasia <br><br>*I sit by the fire observing quietly while I make sketches in my journal of the interesting faces that I see.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>October 07, 2013, 02:59:38 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe wanders back into the Gingerbread House and says, "Oh my. It's been forever since I've been back. I'm quite glad that Aislinn and Dovel have kept the place tidy while I was out!"<br><br>He notices Fantasia and grins, saying, "I see you are conducting a little study of the Gingerbread House? How is being around here treating you? Have some gingerbread if you like--the house will simply regenerate it if you take any from the walls."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fantasia Tripp</strong> on <strong>October 07, 2013, 08:15:33 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*looks up from her drawing*&nbsp; Well hello, kind sir!&nbsp; I am being treated very well thank you.&nbsp; *nicks a bit of gingerbread from a wall near her* Mmmm very tasty.&nbsp; I am looking forward to finding out if I have been accepted by everyone soon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gartan Rabata</strong> on <strong>October 31, 2013, 01:15:20 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"></span></span> ::He enters the house, his soft pink tigers nose sniffing the air:: "Ahh I do enjoy the scent of fresh gingerbread. A wonderful smell." ::His voice was a purring growl. The tiger looking man would move to a table and sit:: 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anjelita</strong> on <strong>November 02, 2013, 09:22:00 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anjelita always loved the woods - something about the way sunlight filtered through the green leaves, making it feel as though she were crossing from one world and into another - one rife with magic and mystery, and possibilities.<br><br>And...<br><br>"A ginger bread house?!" she mutters, a tinge of incredulity in her voice. "I must be mad..." her eyes widen as she takes one tentative step closer...<br><br>...and then another... <br><br>She had never ventured this far into the woods. And she had never done so on such an empty stomach.<br><br>"Well...I am a little peckish..."<br><br>She ambles forth, eyes darting to take in her surroundings before she comes upon the door. Behind it she can hear talking, the hum of conversation, and she can smell the most wonderfully delicious scents that have her swallowing lest she starts to drool. She scrunches her nose, looking up, contemplating entry. What if she is interrupting someone's meal? Or a party she is not invited to. Well, with her stomach rumbling and the lure of the potential of delectable treats, she grasps the licorice knocker and knocks three times.<br><br>"H...hello? Is anyone about?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gartan Rabata</strong> on <strong>November 04, 2013, 12:08:33 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg9136241#msg9136241">Quote from: Anjelita on November 02, 2013, 09:22:00 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Anjelita always loved the woods - something about the way sunlight filtered through the green leaves, making it feel as though she were crossing from one world and into another - one rife with magic and mystery, and possibilities.<br><br>And...<br><br>"A ginger bread house?!" she mutters, a tinge of incredulity in her voice. "I must be mad..." her eyes widen as she takes one tentative step closer...<br><br>...and then another... <br><br>She had never ventured this far into the woods. And she had never done so on such an empty stomach.<br><br>"Well...I am a little peckish..."<br><br>She ambles forth, eyes darting to take in her surroundings before she comes upon the door. Behind it she can hear talking, the hum of conversation, and she can smell the most wonderfully delicious scents that have her swallowing lest she starts to drool. She scrunches her nose, looking up, contemplating entry. What if she is interrupting someone's meal? Or a party she is not invited to. Well, with her stomach rumbling and the lure of the potential of delectable treats, she grasps the licorice knocker and knocks three times.<br><br>"H...hello? Is anyone about?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>A purring growled type voice would greet her ears in a reply "There is, please feel free to enter. Welcome My Lady." His tiger's golden hued eyes would look to the lady as she enters the Gingerbread house. He himself was munching on a gingerbread piece, and sipping a steaming cup of Earl Gray Tea.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anjelita</strong> on <strong>November 04, 2013, 12:39:44 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door seemed to slip open of its own volition, though a man...no not quite a man... something of a hybrid... stood before it. She gasped at his sudden appearance, hands flying to her neck and mouth in surprise as she tried to smooth the shock from her features, hands lowering jerkily to grasp one another against her lap. <br><br>"Th...thank you, my lord," she dipped into an awkward curtsy, eyes shifting to look around the tall figure to look at the crowd of people that mingled, makig conversation with one another, laughing and eating and sipping all sorts of things. Someone with wine, and many others with steaming mugs, including the intriguing figure before her. She tilted her head back, taking him in with a sweep of her gaze.<br><br>"I..." her eyes settled on his, a strikingly golden-tawny colour, like wheat. "I'm... Anjelita," she took a step forward, the door closing behind her with a soft crunch, causing her to shiver, feeling a little skittish, the place obviously enchanted. Her gaze didn't leave that of the tiger-man's though, wondering if perhaps such an enchanting creature was the keeper of this odd little cottage. She offered him her hand to shake. "I'm not entirely sure what I've stumbled up on here..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gartan Rabata</strong> on <strong>November 04, 2013, 01:27:25 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg9147133#msg9147133">Quote from: Anjelita on November 04, 2013, 12:39:44 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The door seemed to slip open of its own volition, though a man...no not quite a man... something of a hybrid... stood before it. She gasped at his sudden appearance, hands flying to her neck and mouth in surprise as she tried to smooth the shock from her features, hands lowering jerkily to grasp one another against her lap. <br><br>"Th...thank you, my lord," she dipped into an awkward curtsy, eyes shifting to look around the tall figure to look at the crowd of people that mingled, makig conversation with one another, laughing and eating and sipping all sorts of things. Someone with wine, and many others with steaming mugs, including the intriguing figure before her. She tilted her head back, taking him in with a sweep of her gaze.<br><br>"I..." her eyes settled on his, a strikingly golden-tawny colour, like wheat. "I'm... Anjelita," she took a step forward, the door closing behind her with a soft crunch, causing her to shiver, feeling a little skittish, the place obviously enchanted. Her gaze didn't leave that of the tiger-man's though, wondering if perhaps such an enchanting creature was the keeper of this odd little cottage. She offered him her hand to shake. "I'm not entirely sure what I've stumbled up on here..."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"It's a welcoming place that I found myself stumbling upon like yourself." He would reply with a soft purring tone. "I am Gartan.. You may call me Gar for short if you wish. A pleasure to meet you Lady Anjelita." He knew his features would be striking to the average human. The tall Rakasha would give her a warm smile from his tiger's muzzle. "Could I offer to get you a cup of tea, cocoa, or coffee?" He also would reach out, and using a claw from his forefinger. He would carve out a piece of gingerbread from the wall, and offer it to her. Before moving toward the steaming pots, and lines of cups ready for use. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anjelita</strong> on <strong>November 04, 2013, 01:40:42 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Gar..." she tasted his name on her tongue, nodding succinctly, committing it to memory, an easy task considering how easy the name was, after all...but she couldn't stop staring at his features - the tiger-man. <em>Well, now i've seen it all,</em> she thought to herself. <br><br>His rumbling voice continued, kind words, warm toned fell from his mouth. She watched as he cut a piece of the gingerbread house and gave her the slice, only to watch the void left replensih itself like a sponge expanding. "I...did that..." she muttered but shook her head, bringing her attention back to the kind tiger-creature before her. "That is very kind of you to ask, Gar. Thank you, i'd love some cocoa," she smiled winningly and watched after him, entering more into the house, avoiding knocking or walking into anyone and anything. She felt, though, that she was being wary for nothing. Truly no one had turned an unkind eye upon her and surely the people gathered must have been a welcoming bunch to include strangers in their festive gathering. Anjelita walked up to Gar. "How long have you been here?" she asked with another smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gartan Rabata</strong> on <strong>November 04, 2013, 01:51:12 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg9147380#msg9147380">Quote from: Anjelita on November 04, 2013, 01:40:42 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Gar..." she tasted his name on her tongue, nodding succinctly, committing it to memory, an easy task considering how easy the name was, after all...but she couldn't stop staring at his features - the tiger-man. <em>Well, now i've seen it all,</em> she thought to herself. <br><br>His rumbling voice continued, kind words, warm toned fell from his mouth. She watched as he cut a piece of the gingerbread house and gave her the slice, only to watch the void left replensih itself like a sponge expanding. "I...did that..." she muttered but shook her head, bringing her attention back to the kind tiger-creature before her. "That is very kind of you to ask, Gar. Thank you, i'd love some cocoa," she smiled winningly and watched after him, entering more into the house, avoiding knocking or walking into anyone and anything. She felt, though, that she was being wary for nothing. Truly no one had turned an unkind eye upon her and surely the people gathered must have been a welcoming bunch to include strangers in their festive gathering. Anjelita walked up to Gar. "How long have you been here?" she asked with another smile.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>His soft furred tiger's ear would swivel back listening to Anjelita's voice. His hand had shaken her's gently when she had offered it. It was warm, and softly padded like a feline's but human like in shape. He smiles to her again, a very human like gesture, as he pours the cocoa from it's steaming pot into a cup for her. "A month or so. Still waiting to see if I will be allowed to go further into this realm, and yourself My lady?" He hands her the steaming cup, on a saucer. His golden hued tiger's eyes were soft, and gentle in nature. Though he had the look of a great preadator, he is, believe it or not. As gentle as a cub, a lamb even. A perfect companion to cuddle with on those cold winter nights. Furred, warm, and alive, not a prize rug on some poacher's floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anjelita</strong> on <strong>November 04, 2013, 04:47:17 pm</strong>
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				His smile was a warm one, his voice gruff and deep was not terrifying at all, and in fact, the keen intellect that glimmered in his golden gaze was more human than animal. <em>By the gods, he was speaking after all</em>. She took the preferred cocoa, giving her warmest smile as her fingers wrapped about thé warm mug. Coincidentally, or perhaps not so much in this magical place, it was her favourite Wonder Woman mug. She blew the surface ôf it lightly.<br><br>"Thank you," she murmured, looking up at him, she couldn't help but wonder what his fur felt like. Was it soft or was it coarse. "I appeared in this realm about four days ago, and I've been travelling ever since. Somehow I managed to find my way here," she took a sip from her mug, savouring the rich warmth of the chocolaty drink. "How have you been finding it so far?"<br><br>[OOC - congrats Gar!]
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gartan Rabata</strong> on <strong>November 05, 2013, 01:14:16 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg9148347#msg9148347">Quote from: Anjelita on November 04, 2013, 04:47:17 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">His smile was a warm one, his voice gruff and deep was not terrifying at all, and in fact, the keen intellect that glimmered in his golden gaze was more human than animal. <em>By the gods, he was speaking after all</em>. She took the preferred cocoa, giving her warmest smile as her fingers wrapped about thé warm mug. Coincidentally, or perhaps not so much in this magical place, it was her favourite Wonder Woman mug. She blew the surface ôf it lightly.<br><br>"Thank you," she murmured, looking up at him, she couldn't help but wonder what his fur felt like. Was it soft or was it coarse. "I appeared in this realm about four days ago, and I've been travelling ever since. Somehow I managed to find my way here," she took a sip from her mug, savouring the rich warmth of the chocolaty drink. "How have you been finding it so far?"<br><br>[OOC - congrats Gar!]<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>(OOC- thank you! And I hope you get approved soon. So we can keep this RP up, on a more. Personal level for these 2)<br><br>He would sit down in a soft easy chair. His white, black, and gray striped fur would ripple softly. He saw the look in Anjelita's eyes. She was wondering what he felt like. He smiles gently to her, as he takes a sip of his own tea. "I have been finding it very welcoming. The people about, very friendly. I am glad you finally found a place in, and out of the cold, so you can warm up. And converse. With a new friend." His smile on his tiger's muzzle remained. When he said a 'new friend' his golden hued tiger's right eye would give her a soft wink. Anjelita could really tell now. He was more human like in demeanor than animal. Warm, sincere, and forthright. His tone lowers to a soft purred, almost whisper. "You need not be afraid. You may ask me. I see the slight desire in your eyes. You may fulfill your curiosity if you wish. Touch me, and feel for yourself." He even leans toward her slightly. His arm, and shoulder offered for her to reach out and touch if she so wishes to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anjelita</strong> on <strong>November 07, 2013, 12:07:19 am</strong>
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				His stare was intense, his voice a deep purring growl that resonated in his chest as he spoke. His smile reached those tawny eyes, glimmering charmingly back at her as he intimated that he was glad she had found the gingerbread house. And a friend. She flushed instantly at the way his lid lowered quickly in a wink, finding herself giggling softly, hiding her curving smile behind the edge of her mug, and the steam that rose from it. Anjelita's eyes roamed over his features, still getting used to them - the cat eyes, the black, white and grey fur, the timbre of his voice, the way his mouth moved when he formulated words, sentences, a glimmer of those sharp teeth again behind his tiger smile.<br><br>His gaze sharpened, and she froze a moment, feeling as a deer caught in headlights, though it was but a moment. His next words had made her brows shoot up, though. It was as though he could read her mind, and she had to bite back the question of whether he employed those powers too! For certainly he was a magical creature, or so she had reasoned to explain his existence. Whatever it was it was enchanting, and while he leaned closer to her, beckoning her to touch, her heart beat more wildly in her chest. She reached forward with tentative fingers, swallowing before brushing her fingertips along his arm, smiling at how silky smooth and soft he was, and...<br><br>"You're so warm!" she whispered, astonished, as though she'd made some great discovery. Her fingers moved up his arm, stroking gently as one might a cat, a grin spreading across her face, her hot cocoa forgotten, set upon the tabletop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gartan Rabata</strong> on <strong>November 07, 2013, 12:47:19 am</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg9159671#msg9159671">Quote from: Anjelita on November 07, 2013, 12:07:19 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">His stare was intense, his voice a deep purring growl that resonated in his chest as he spoke. His smile reached those tawny eyes, glimmering charmingly back at her as he intimated that he was glad she had found the gingerbread house. And a friend. She flushed instantly at the way his lid lowered quickly in a wink, finding herself giggling softly, hiding her curving smile behind the edge of her mug, and the steam that rose from it. Anjelita's eyes roamed over his features, still getting used to them - the cat eyes, the black, white and grey fur, the timbre of his voice, the way his mouth moved when he formulated words, sentences, a glimmer of those sharp teeth again behind his tiger smile.<br><br>His gaze sharpened, and she froze a moment, feeling as a deer caught in headlights, though it was but a moment. His next words had made her brows shoot up, though. It was as though he could read her mind, and she had to bite back the question of whether he employed those powers too! For certainly he was a magical creature, or so she had reasoned to explain his existence. Whatever it was it was enchanting, and while he leaned closer to her, beckoning her to touch, her heart beat more wildly in her chest. She reached forward with tentative fingers, swallowing before brushing her fingertips along his arm, smiling at how silky smooth and soft he was, and...<br><br>"You're so warm!" she whispered, astonished, as though she'd made some great discovery. Her fingers moved up his arm, stroking gently as one might a cat, a grin spreading across her face, her hot cocoa forgotten, set upon the tabletop.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br><br>"It's a natural trait." He replied in a soft purring chuckle. "Your touch is gentle, and quite tense. I assure you Lady Anjelita. I will not bite, or the like. It is not in my nature." It was his turn to be aprehensive, yet he was a bold sort for what he is. He would reach out a soft padded index finger, and trail it's feline soft pink pad along her right cheek. His tiger's muzzle would crease in a nervous smile. "You yourself are warm, and very fair to gaze upon Lady Anjelita. I do hope my touch has not offended you." He would take another sip of his tea. This was the awkward moment between new friends. Where the conversation lead could be either of their's guess. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VisionBaby</strong> on <strong>November 09, 2013, 08:49:55 am</strong>
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				VisionBaby slipped in, bare feet slipping softly over the floor, glancing around at the other that were already there. She sighed softly, as a soft blush spread across her cheeks, not deep, but enough to notice if you glanced at her. Whispering a shy hello, she made her way to the far side of the room, and taking a seat, placed a laptop over her legs, and started typing, with soft glances around her as she worked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DesertFlower</strong> on <strong>November 09, 2013, 08:32:10 pm</strong>
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				DesertFlower knocked twice before entering, chilled from the cold rain outside and wrapped in an array of warm clothing, she stepped meekly inside and shyly nodded at those present. <br>Her cheeks tinted with a light rose hue from the sudden warmth, she clumsily unravelled herself from her large, knitted scarf and hastily found an empty spot on the floor to seat herself down on. Adjusting the small white bloom fastened into her hair, she allowed a small, delicate smile to touch her lips as scanned the room and it's guests.<br><br>"Hello everyone, I hope you don't mind my intrusion, it's nice to meet you all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VisionBaby</strong> on <strong>November 10, 2013, 09:21:19 am</strong>
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				VisionBaby, glanced up from her work, tongue pressed softly against her lips, in deep concentration. Brown eyes wide, slightly, wide, as she paused her typing, for a moment, though her fingers seemed to still be moving as if to type that last few words that were flying through her mind. "You are not intruding at all, it is very nice to see you, and meet you as well." She waved to the other as she took a seat, taking her in for a bit, with a polite nod. Then, went back to typing, but every so often she glanced at the other, as well as the others in the room as she had before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DesertFlower</strong> on <strong>November 11, 2013, 05:22:38 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg9174038#msg9174038">Quote from: VisionBaby on November 10, 2013, 09:21:19 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">VisionBaby, glanced up from her work, tongue pressed softly against her lips, in deep concentration. Brown eyes wide, slightly, wide, as she paused her typing, for a moment, though her fingers seemed to still be moving as if to type that last few words that were flying through her mind. "You are not intruding at all, it is very nice to see you, and meet you as well." She waved to the other as she took a seat, taking her in for a bit, with a polite nod. Then, went back to typing, but every so often she glanced at the other, as well as the others in the room as she had before.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>DesertFlower glanced up at the seemingly distracted young woman as she herself took in the crackling fire's warmth; her skin slowly thawing from the treacherous weather beyond the safe gingerbread haven.<br>"I don't quite know what spurned me to enter here but I could tell it was safe...I'm glad to meet you also." <br>Gesturing to the laptop she dared ask "You look busy at work, what has you so distracted?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>November 11, 2013, 05:32:26 pm</strong>
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				Blythe made his way back to the Gingerbread House; he was one of it's three owners. He stepped&nbsp; in from outside, carrying a briefcase, and he noticed visitors! It had been raining where he had been, and he was a little soaked from it; his black suit looked a little worse for wear. He smiled and said, "Oh my; I have not been home to this enchanted place in a long time, although I'm pleased to see that people are finding a use for it." He inclined his head in a small bow of respect to both of the visitors and said, "I am Liege Blythe, and it's my pleasure to welcome you. Lady Aislinn and Lord Dovel are currently not in, although they have been known, like me, to make frequent trips to foreign lands and return."<br><br>With a wave of his hand, there were refreshments available--exotic wines and drinks from other fantasy lands, the smell of smoked goods, collections of cakes and candy, and he offered, "If you wish, help yourselves." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DesertFlower</strong> on <strong>November 11, 2013, 05:41:49 pm</strong>
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				A little taken aback at the sudden entrance, DesertFlower's mouth gaped open a little. Taking a quick breath she regained her composure and curved her lips into a small, welcoming smile; eyeing the soaked man stood before her. <br>Rising steadily to her feet, she held out her hand toward him; proffered for him to take whilst her eyes hungrily scoped the array of food.<br><br>"Liege Blythe, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm DesertFlower. This place is beautiful and I'm much obliged for the shelter from the rain. Tell me, where have you been that's kept you from this place?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>November 11, 2013, 06:05:22 pm</strong>
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				He grinned and took her hand, giving it a polite perfunctory kiss of greeting, and he said, "I have a bad tendency to get lost in the distant areas of E, and I have been known to traverse the electronic highways of the interworld. Sometimes this little place escapes my notice, but I always return eventually. Of course, it is also where I am most comfortable and pleased to meet new visitors." He selected a snack for himself after releasing DesertFlower's hand, and with a wave of his hand again, he lit a crackling blue fire in the fireplace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nic</strong> on <strong>November 12, 2013, 06:18:30 am</strong>
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				*walks up to the door and knocks, waits a few minutes then turns the door handle and slowly walks in to the nice smelling house :D*<br><br>Hello, sorry if I'm intruding and interrupting, <br><br>I'm new to elliquiy, and I'm just wondering round trying to familiarise myself and make new friends,<br>I was told this is a good places to meet new people, :)<br><br>Sorry for interrupting again,<br>Hope your having a lovely day and / or night<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VisionBaby</strong> on <strong>November 12, 2013, 07:00:21 am</strong>
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				@DesertFlower<br><br>Looking up from her work, she smiled softly to the other, a soft laugh upon her face, brown eyes twinkling with soft flecks of gold. Sitting up a bit, she moved her lap top, closer to her, and pulled the lid down a bit, not shutting it all the way, but enough. "I, am writing a story, or at least i am attempting to." Shrugging shyly, she glanced back down, then back up to meet the others gaze. "Yes, trying to write, but, the words, they are not coming to me as I would like them to, though I am sure they will in their own time."<br><br>@Blythe<br><br>Glancing to the door, in almost mid conversation, but managing to finish her words, she saw the one who came in. Pressing back against the back of the chair, she looked at him, he was not overly wet, not just wet enough to look like going outside, was not an option at this time. Waving softly to him, she whispered. "Hello, Liege Blythe, it is very nice to meet you, and I am glad you stopped in to say hello." Standing, -and moving her lap top to the seat- she made a small curtsy in his direction, then moved to table, and took up a plate, placing upon it a couple of the cakes, that smelled so good to her. "Thank you Liege Blythe, it is kind of you to do this." Moving back she sat down, this time keeping her laptop closed, at least for now.<br><br>@Nic<br><br>She waved again, soft smile on her face, to this other new one. "Hello, please, you are not intruding at all, this place is for everyone, please make yourself at home." she pointed to a seat, that was empty, so he would know that he was welcome to come in, and sit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nic</strong> on <strong>November 12, 2013, 07:30:28 am</strong>
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				@Visionbaby<br><br>looking up to see where the voice came from, and pulling back her hood to see better to reveal a girls face, with a blush and a nervous smile, and slightly bows to the congregation within . "thank you for your hospitality, it sure does smell good in here." she says as she starts to walk over to the empty seat visionbaby has motioned to. As she sits down she starts to introduce herself, "Hi, my name is Nikki, but most people end-up calling me Nic, not sure why? but its a pleasure to meet you all," she says, now softly smiling, and trying to sneaky blow her sweeping side fringe away from her eye.<br>"O, what are you writing, if you don't mind me asking, as I see your laptop there" pointing towards the laptop next to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DesertFlower</strong> on <strong>November 12, 2013, 09:08:17 am</strong>
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				Fixing herself a plate of warm, sweet, honeyed goods; DesertFlower found herself heading to a place closer to the fire. Nodding warmly toward the newcomer, she found her comfort curled up on a small rug beside the crackling flames. Hungrily she tucked into her food, eyes idly watching the flames lick and dance in an almost hypnotising display.<br><br>Remembering her manners, she finished her bite and turned to face VisionBaby. "A story, you say? Do go on. I'd love to know more about it. Perhaps it could help a little to gain somebody else's perspective on the story, though as a writer myself I appreciate how personal and private one can be about work until we deem it ready in our own time. Nevertheless, if you want to share, I'm eager to listen." <br><br>Turning to Nic, DesertFlower curved her lips into an easy smile. "Tell me, where have you ventured from? How did you find this place?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VisionBaby</strong> on <strong>November 12, 2013, 11:39:13 am</strong>
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				@Nic<br><br>She blushed deeply, red spreading over her cheeks, and face, eyes slightly wide, on hand moving to cover her mouth. "Hello Nikki, it is very nice to meet you, and glad you dropped in, please, feel free to help yourself to the food and drinks." Dropping her hand back to her lap, she grinned, then took a bite out of her cake, letting the other get settled in a bit, before she went on. "To be honest, I am not quite sure, I am working on, it, letting the words flow on paper, seeing where it leads me."<br><br>@DesertFlower<br><br>Turning, she looked at the other as another question was poised. "No, I can not say that I mind the question, but yes, I can be very private when it comes to my work, however, I will say, I am trying to write&nbsp; story, based on the live of a murderer." She smiled softly with a apologetic shrug. "Yes, a murderer, am trying to capture it, in say another light, then that of a monster, not trying to make it seem wonderful, but no, wanting others to see, that sometimes, the live we live, was laid out, but how we ourselves lived from birth."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nic</strong> on <strong>November 12, 2013, 05:37:18 pm</strong>
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				<br>@DeserFlower<br><br>she turns to look over at the fireplace, to where DeserFlower was sitting, and smiles softly back, as she takes unzips her jacket to become more comftable, she replys "Hello there, I've been wondering around those woods for sometime now, trying to figure out how to get here," she says bashfully, and turns slightly red, "until a nice gentleman pointed me in the right direction, and I followed the lovely sweet smell of the food," She goes on to say "May I ask, what brings you here? peace and quiet? or a good log fire?" <br><br>@VisionBaby<br><br>Turning around again to face VisionBaby, "By the way, please don't be embarrassed, a lot of people mistake me for a boy, starting to think I really must look like one now," she says jokingly with a slight blush on her cheek again. She goes on to say more timidly "I know you said your writing is privet and personal, but if you should ever need any anatomy questions, or anything I would be more then happy to help." she stands up, and heads to get a drink, as she pours out her drink she says "sounds like a good story idea, if you don't mind me saying so."<br>:)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DesertFlower</strong> on <strong>November 12, 2013, 06:32:43 pm</strong>
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				Staring over at Nic, Dersertflower thought a while on her response before speaking; her voice hushed as if telling a private story.<br><br>"Truth be told I'm a traveller, I lost my way when the weather turned foul and I happened upon this place" <br>Stretching her legs, pointing her toes daintily like a ballet dancer she smirked to herself at her own private inner musings. "Log fires are quite charming though, aren't they?"<br><br>Looking toward VisionBaby, Desertflower felt humbled that she had shared the concept of her work. <br>"Your writing does sound intriguing, I do think people jump to depict killers as monsters, forgetting they're humans just like ourselves. I hope in time you reach a stage where you're willing to share some extracts."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nic</strong> on <strong>November 13, 2013, 03:22:19 am</strong>
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				<br>After she fills her cup up, she walks back to her sit and positioned herself so she could talk to both DesertFlower and VisionBaby. Hearing DesertFlowers reply she gave her a warming smile, and caught her eyes reflecting the fires flame, and whispers back to her,<br>"A traveller you say, there's nothing wrong with being a traveller, and you haven't lost your way you just decided to take the scenic route to get here." with this she gave her a playful wink, <br>She carried on in a more normal voice "So, you must have some interesting stories yourself from your travels, and adventures. would you mind telling me one?".
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DesertFlower</strong> on <strong>November 13, 2013, 10:05:07 am</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg9188908#msg9188908">Quote from: Nic on November 13, 2013, 03:22:19 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">After she fills her cup up, she walks back to her sit and positioned herself so she could talk to both DesertFlower and VisionBaby. Hearing DesertFlowers reply she gave her a warming smile, and caught her eyes reflecting the fires flame, and whispers back to her,<br>"A traveller you say, there's nothing wrong with being a traveller, and you haven't lost your way you just decided to take the scenic route to get here." with this she gave her a playful wink, <br>She carried on in a more normal voice "So, you must have some interesting stories yourself from your travels, and adventures. would you mind telling me one?".<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>A light rose tint touched DesertFlower's cheeks as she flushed at the question.<br>"So many stories, Nic, they're no longer a separate entity to one another. They're a never-ending chapter...I've wandered paths no mortal dare tread, I've danced with royalty...I've tasted love and turned from it. I still don't know what I'm looking for but I have to trust in my faith that I'll just know when I find it."<br><br>Hesitating slightly, she paused for a short while. Lightly grazing her bottom lip with her two front teeth, she shot a grin in Nic's direction.<br>"There is one story...Perhaps I'll tell you after a glass of wine or three" She chuckled shyly.<br><br>Turning from the fire, her eyes glazed slightly as memories played and danced in her thoughts, DesertFlower began to toy delicately with the white bloom fastened within her ebony tresses.<br>"Nic, tell me more about yourself, I must say, you've intrigued me somewhat."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nic</strong> on <strong>November 13, 2013, 11:05:40 am</strong>
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				<br>Turning more to face DesertFlower, and gazing into the flickering fire that has captivated her,<br>Now slightly entranced herself, too DesertFlower she says <br>" sounds like you've surely had highs and lows, and been through some hard times. Sorry, I didn't mean to pry, but if your life were a story, I think I would like to read it"<br>She couldn't help but let out a net use awkward giggle, <br>"My apologies, if that sounded like a bad pickup line. But I honestly would read it."<br>She breaks her gaze with the fire with a sip of her drink, as she brings it down she tries to make eye contact with DesertFlower, she felt her cheeks start to prickle with embracement. <br>"I have intrigued you?" She lets a smile&nbsp; come a cross her face,&nbsp; " well what would you like to know, and I will try and answer them&nbsp; as best as I can., maybe over a few glasses of wine."&nbsp; She says playfully. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DesertFlower</strong> on <strong>November 13, 2013, 02:04:11 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg9189696#msg9189696">Quote from: Nic on November 13, 2013, 11:05:40 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Turning more to face DesertFlower, and gazing into the flickering fire that has captivated her,<br>Now slightly entranced herself, too DesertFlower she says <br>" sounds like you've surely had highs and lows, and been through some hard times. Sorry, I didn't mean to pry, but if your life were a story, I think I would like to read it"<br>She couldn't help but let out a net use awkward giggle, <br>"My apologies, if that sounded like a bad pickup line. But I honestly would read it."<br>She breaks her gaze with the fire with a sip of her drink, as she brings it down she tries to make eye contact with DesertFlower, she felt her cheeks start to prickle with embracement. <br>"I have intrigued you?" She lets a smile&nbsp; come a cross her face,&nbsp; " well what would you like to know, and I will try and answer them&nbsp; as best as I can., maybe over a few glasses of wine."&nbsp; She says playfully.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Allowing her large brown eyes to settle steadily on Nic's form, DesertFlower raised her eyebrows slightly at the young woman's embarrassed demeanour, a coy smile touching her lips fleetingly.<br>"Perhaps one day I'll let foreign eyes scope my journals, my travels have been extensive but they are by no means at an end, perhaps when we do eventually leave this haven our paths will cross once more and you could accompany me for a while?"<br><br>Letting that question hang in the air for only a brief spate of time, she pressed on.<br>"You have intrigued me, Nic. I won't deny that. You said before that you had wandered throughout the woods for some time in search of this place. Why is it that you sought it in the first place? Are you yourself fond of adventure?"<br><br>Eyeing the unopened bottles on the generous spread of refreshments, DesertFlower gracefully rose to her feet and stepped toward the table. Uncorking a large bottle, she swiftly found some glasses and proceeded to pour.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nic</strong> on <strong>November 13, 2013, 03:16:49 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg9190204#msg9190204">Quote from: DesertFlower on November 13, 2013, 02:04:11 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Allowing her large brown eyes to settle steadily on Nic's form, DesertFlower raised her eyebrows slightly at the young woman's embarrassed demeanour, a coy smile touching her lips fleetingly.<br>"Perhaps one day I'll let foreign eyes scope my journals, my travels have been extensive but they are by no means at an end, perhaps when we do eventually leave this haven our paths will cross once more and you could accompany me for a while?"<br><br>Letting that question hang in the air for only a brief spate of time, she pressed on.<br>"You have intrigued me, Nic. I won't deny that. You said before that you had wandered throughout the woods for some time in search of this place. Why is it that you sought it in the first place? Are you yourself fond of adventure?"<br><br>Eyeing the unopened bottles on the generous spread of refreshments, DesertFlower gracefully rose to her feet and stepped toward the table. Uncorking a large bottle, she swiftly found some glasses and proceeded to pour.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Nic try's to respond to DesertFlower's questions, but is through off when she starts to move across the room. Nic, keeps her eyes one her and starts to say "I understand keeping certain things away from prying and inquisitive eyes, that some of the stories you have lived are best saved for another time. However when are paths cross again once the time comes to leave this warm and cosy hideaway, I shall be more the happy to accompany you as long as you wish"&nbsp; <br>She says in a playful manner, standing up, and taking of her jacket on the side of the chair as she is now toasty warm. Continuing in a new found, but very slight confidence she says playfully,<br><br>"I am full of mystery, and full of wonder, well that is what one of my friends said to me once," she perches on the armrest of the chair she was just sitting in still looking into DesertFlowers gaze. she continued slightly more normally this time. <br>"But you are correct, I was seeking a this place to hide away from the bad weather as you might be able to tell from my slightly soaked appearance."<br>She gestured with her arms to her long sleeved top, and her soaked pants.<br>"I found this place with the help of a fellow travelling gentlemen, he also said there would be warm food, and fine wine, and even better company."<br>she smiles again <br>"And yes, I am fond of adventure, have been all my life I have travelled great oceans, climbed my fair share of mounties, played even in a few tournaments. But I'm sure your journey is way more interesting then mine. Are you fond yourself of adventure, or do you just let your feet lead the way?"<br>She stood up again and gravitated to wards the table, and motioned to DesertFlower, if she needed or would like some help.<br>"May I please have a glass of the wine too," <br>Now smiling more broadly and friendlier than before. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VisionBaby</strong> on <strong>November 13, 2013, 03:40:22 pm</strong>
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				@Nic<br><br>Nodding her head, she smiled, softly, with a nod of her head, knowing all to well, what it was to be mistaken for a boy. Something that had happened to her, several times. "Yes, I know what you mean, it has happened to me as well, not sure why, but it has." Laughing softly, with a shake of her, as if somewhat lost in thought, glancing to the floor for a moment, before glancing back up. "Thank you, I appreciate that, very much so."<br><br><br>@DesertFlower<br><br>She nodded, her head. "Yes this is very true, and I also think, that the scary thing about people who do murder, and kill, the ones who had normal lives, the reason why they are scary, is not because they are monsters, but because they are humans, like us." Taking a breath, she stopped to take a swig of her mug. "Yes, out of monsters, and men, I think men, are the ones to fear the most."&nbsp; Snuggling deeper into her chair, she nodded and picked her laptop back up, but keeping it closed, she placed on it a pad of paper, and set to doodling. With a few glances around.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DesertFlower</strong> on <strong>November 13, 2013, 03:50:11 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg9190447#msg9190447">Quote from: Nic on November 13, 2013, 03:16:49 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Nic try's to respond to DesertFlower's questions, but is through off when she starts to move across the room. Nic, keeps her eyes one her and starts to say "I understand keeping certain things away from prying and inquisitive eyes, that some of the stories you have lived are best saved for another time. However when are paths cross again once the time comes to leave this warm and cosy hideaway, I shall be more the happy to accompany you as long as you wish"&nbsp; <br>She says in a playful manner, standing up, and taking of her jacket on the side of the chair as she is now toasty warm. Continuing in a new found, but very slight confidence she says playfully,<br><br>"I am full of mystery, and full of wonder, well that is what one of my friends said to me once," she perches on the armrest of the chair she was just sitting in still looking into DesertFlowers gaze. she continued slightly more normally this time. <br>"But you are correct, I was seeking a this place to hide away from the bad weather as you might be able to tell from my slightly soaked appearance."<br>She gestured with her arms to her long sleeved top, and her soaked pants.<br>"I found this place with the help of a fellow travelling gentlemen, he also said there would be warm food, and fine wine, and even better company."<br>she smiles again <br>"And yes, I am fond of adventure, have been all my life I have travelled great oceans, climbed my fair share of mounties, played even in a few tournaments. But I'm sure your journey is way more interesting then mine. Are you fond yourself of adventure, or do you just let your feet lead the way?"<br>She stood up again and gravitated to wards the table, and motioned to DesertFlower, if she needed or would like some help.<br>"May I please have a glass of the wine too," <br>Now smiling more broadly and friendlier than before.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>DesertFlower listened in earnest as Nic opened up to her.<br>"Why my lady, I was pouring for the both of us". She chided, mock curtseying with a challenging grin. Her confidence mounting upon their relaxed conversation.<br>Moving slowly toward Nic, she proffered the glass toward her.<br>"Your drink, my lady." <br><br>Settling on the floor, DesertFlower took a small sip from her own glass; the heady tones of the red wine danced on her tongue and she found herself savouring the taste with a pleasurable "Mm" <br><br>"I started out running, running far from a life I had no desire to be trapped in. What transpired was the feeling, the unnerving feeling that ingrained itself within me, the feeling that I have not yet found what I'm looking for, my destiny, my path in life. I know there's something out there for me, be it a person, object or a place. Whatever the case, I shall find it and as long as the feeling stays strong within me, I will allow it to guide me on my travels."<br><br>Pausing a moment, surprised at how loose with her tongue she had been; DesertFlower bit her bottom lip and looked away anxiously. Speaking quickly she pushed a change of subject.<br>"Nic, I have a feeling you'd make a wonderful companion; this is a big bad world, it takes a strong backbone to want to explore the beaten paths and unchartered territories, I hope for my benefit we do indeed cross paths later on in life."<br><br>Realising her manners, DesertFlower looked to VisionBaby.<br>"Can I pour you some wine perhaps? You deserve it after all of your hard work."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nic</strong> on <strong>November 13, 2013, 05:04:16 pm</strong>
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				<br>Nic looked at DesertFlower in surprise and amusement,<br>"I don't think anyone has called me a Lady for a very long time, my Lady," she mocked bowed/ curtseying to her, meating her grin. "why thank you ever so much for the fine wine, your Lady ship" and playfully bows again.<br><br>Nic, took small sips from her glass as she marvelled and listened so intently to what DesertFlower was saying, and how open she was becoming with her. Trying to offer some comfort, she went on to say,<br>"I know what it is like to be chained down, and forced to conform to what you do not wish. By the sounds of it, it sounds to me you do not give yourself enough credit for being brave enough to take those first hard steps to searching what you want, and what you deserve. I have no doubt that you will find what you are searching for."<br>Noticing the change in subject, Nic did know want to presure DesertFlower into conversation she did not wish to discus, <br>"I thank you for your kind words," she says blushing at them, not sure if she deserves them. " You are welcome to join me at any time if you wish, all you have to do is call me, and I shall be there, well, as long as you send a letter to me with your where abouts." <br><br>before DesertFlower could move, Nic motioned to both DesertFlower and VisionBaby, " Please, allow me, I'm already standing up and plus you both have shown me hospitality it's my turn to show some back," she said indulging in a playful bow to both. She moved to the table to where the drinks were, and asked VisionBaby,<br>"Would you also like a glass of wine, are would you prefer a different beverage?"<br>She see's that VisionBaby is doodling away, and tries to catch a glimpse of her creation, "What are you sketching their, VisionBaby, may I see?" <br>She says intrigued to see.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VisionBaby</strong> on <strong>November 18, 2013, 09:41:14 am</strong>
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				VisionBaby, glanced up to the one who asked her a question, she had been so lost in thought letting the other two have their talk, she spaced out. Grining softly she shook her head. "Oh, no thank you, I am not yet finished with my drink I have now." She nodded her head, in the direction of her mug, which was still half full." Another smile on her face, she showed the other her doodle, of a cat. "Nothing much, just a doodle to help me to think more on my story is all."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nic</strong> on <strong>November 18, 2013, 12:09:32 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg9211652#msg9211652">Quote from: VisionBaby on November 18, 2013, 09:41:14 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">VisionBaby, glanced up to the one who asked her a question, she had been so lost in thought letting the other two have their talk, she spaced out. Grining softly she shook her head. "Oh, no thank you, I am not yet finished with my drink I have now." She nodded her head, in the direction of her mug, which was still half full." Another smile on her face, she showed the other her doodle, of a cat. "Nothing much, just a doodle to help me to think more on my story is all."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She looked at VisionBaby, wow! That is a cool cat! *she took a few steps closer to get a better look*<br>Have you drawn anything else? *walks over and tries to sit near her, and smiles*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aislinn</strong> on <strong>December 27, 2013, 10:22:57 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				~decides its been far too long since she's wandered into the House, carrying her cup of tea and a journal.....settling down in the large chair near the fireplace~
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aislinn</strong> on <strong>January 05, 2014, 09:40:04 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				~Once again enters the quiet building, smiling at the feel of the warmth radiating from the fireplace. Curling up in her favorite chair and opening her journal to begin the enjoyable process of recording thoughts from the day.~
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>January 06, 2014, 11:44:07 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				~Enters the house carrying a stack of firewood cut from several fresh pine tree logs, that had fallen from old age.&nbsp; Bringing them in he places them next to the fireplace before adding one log to the fire to fill the room with the scent of pine~
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darras</strong> on <strong>January 07, 2014, 11:32:34 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*Pokes her head around the door* Hello? I heard this was a fine place to come in from the cold and find some friendly faces. <br><br>*She crosses the room and rubs her hands in front of the fire.* I brought brownies!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>January 07, 2014, 12:13:41 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				~Looks up~&nbsp; Welcome take a seat and this is a good place to kick back and relax.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darras</strong> on <strong>January 08, 2014, 04:06:23 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I brought kittens to liven the place up! *releases four small balls of fur into the house* I hope nobody is allergic *grins* <br><br>Seems to be quiet in here this year. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhoenixDrake</strong> on <strong>January 08, 2014, 10:30:43 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I am not sure if anyone as allergy to them.&nbsp; *Watches them run around*&nbsp; As for being quiet it changes with the tides.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>January 10, 2014, 03:04:39 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kittens are always welcome. Let them run, and explore. They seem to hold the natural ability to locate every nook and corner, especially in a place like this.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AnaBellaJade</strong> on <strong>January 12, 2014, 07:58:00 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*Ana enters the tan home, her bare feet crossing the threshold coming dangerously close to a pouncing ball of fur with it's claws extended. Once inside the chill of the cool night air melted away from her body, her silver eyes darted from one corner to another. "Hello? Is anyone here?" She called out into the silence, without waiting for an invitation she strode across the floor, gliding so smooth it appeared as if she wasn't even walking. She sunk down in the tattered green recliner near the fire, the rough denim of her jeans creasing at her inner thighs as she crossed her legs, Indian style on the chair.*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mtpersson</strong> on <strong>January 13, 2014, 09:40:23 am</strong>
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				She hurriedly bundled her way through the heavy wooden door to the cottage, droplets of rain falling on the floor inside of the threshold as she struggled to close the sturdy frame against the wind outside,<br><br>“Christ, that's wet!”<br><br>The door caught, finally and sealed the small, cosy house from the roaring tempest outside. She regretted wearing just a jumper and some jeans. This was full on, wet weather gear kind of rain. She hadn't expected the journey here to be quite as long and arduous as it had been but here she was, her naïvety lessen somewhat. But there was something she needed to do, and quickly. <br><br>Pulling of her shoes and socks, she placed them neatly in front of the roaring wood fire to dry before hunting around the room for a blanket or something to wrap her shivering body in. Her bare feet padded softly against the wooden boards of the floor as she called out,<br><br>“Hello? Is anybody in?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AnaBellaJade</strong> on <strong>January 13, 2014, 02:47:27 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ana jumped up, startled out of her slumber. She spotted the woman dripping wet and rose from the recliner. <br>"Hello there, I am not sure where the owners of this home are. Are you traveling also?" <br>She quietly questioned the girl. Doing a quick survey of the warm room she snatched an old itchy wool throw from the back of the recliner she slept in. She extended the blanket to the new woman, <br>"Sorry it is all I see and it will help at least"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mtpersson</strong> on <strong>January 13, 2014, 03:08:25 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a set of pictures hanign on one of the walls and she went over for a closer look.&nbsp; They were oils of some kind, spring landscapes featuring lush meadows and idyllic woodland...<br><br>"Hello there, I am not sure where the owners of this home are. Are you travelling alone?"<br><br>The voice made her jump back from the pictures and turn back towards the centre of the room. A loud yelp of surprise escaped from her mouth. Breathing heavily, she addressed the woman who was quickly searching the room and soon handed her a woollen throw. The itchy fibres rubbed against her smooth skin, irritating it slightly but at least it was warm and that was all she needed at the moment.<br><br>"Umm, yeah, I was just passing through and got caught in the storm." She gestured to the window where outside the rain and wind was buffeting the small cottage, "I'm Martina. It's nice to meet you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AnaBellaJade</strong> on <strong>January 13, 2014, 03:41:11 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hello Martina, I am Ana"<br>She pulled her blonde curls up into a messy bun with a few swift movements of her small hands.<br>"I was travelling also, just exploring though. I happened to stumble upon this place after a few days. I am quite famished I hope the residents arrive soon."<br>She wandered through the small open area of the house past the furniture and looked around admiring the pictures and art lining the walls. She soon found the kitchen and sat on a old wooden stool looking on the counters at the empty baskets and bottles and felt her stomach growl, it had been days since she last ate anything. She eyed the cupboards and refrigerator, she wondered if anyone would notice a small amount of food gone. She would typically never take anything without first getting permission but she was unsure if anyone even occupied the house still and when they would be back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThatOneGuy</strong> on <strong>January 17, 2014, 09:02:52 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Crashes through the roof of the house, flying a pink unicorn.</em><br><br>"Hey, guys!" <em>Stumbles around, dazed from the fall, holding a basket of blueberry muffins</em><br><br>"I got you some... uh..." <em>Collapses, falling face-first in his delicious snack treats</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Forge</strong> on <strong>February 01, 2014, 08:41:19 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Short walks through the woods. Leaning on his staff to rest a bit, he becomes conscious of wood smoke. It is a delight in these lovely, dark and deep woods. He decides to see where it is coming from and walks toward the origin of the smoke.<br><br>After a bit, he comes upon a house, smoke coming from the chimney. He admires the house albeit a bit puzzled by the dazed pink unicorn nearby.<br><br>Short knocks on the door and when no one answers, he opens the door slightly to find a man seemingly unconscious on the floor, his face in a basket of baked goods of some sort. <br><br>Seeing no one else he enters the house, walks up to the man and pokes him with his staff. Then he looks up and sees the hole in the roof. Shaking his head and wondering just what kind of party was held here, he walks to the kitchen, gets a beer and stands over the man as he opens his beer and takes a drought. <br><br>Then, ignoring the man, Short's attention is drawn to the hole in the roof. He looks at the hole from different angles and after pondering it a bit, he thinks to himself, "This shouldn't be too hard to fix." <br><br>Then he puts another log on the fire, takes off his rucksack, and sits on the couch and enjoys his beer.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>someinheritthewealth</strong> on <strong>February 02, 2014, 05:40:14 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The door opened without a squeak or sense of unease, I eyed the denizen with slight concern, my eyes darting over the surroundings. Each wall not bare, but not a poster, which was immediately relieving, but it had not been complacency which kept me living as long as I had. To fall into traps was unwise and that meant even the non-conspicious areas must be regarded with a skeptical nature, or face the hangsman noose and dance the jigs on the gallows steps. <br><br>For it was not the most legal of careers I given my life to, blood, soul and mind. To me the crashing of the waves over the bow of the ship was pure ecstasy coupled with the saline wind over my face. <br><br>I dread each time I left the safety of my crew, though not a Captain I had risen despite obvious sexism to the place of first mate on board the Dread Dancer, a vessel like none could compare, whether it moved with such ease through the untold currents, like a bird cruising without restraint through those waves, not exactly a large ship, but still unmatched in it's beauty with a figurehead pilfered from a pillaged Spanish Galleon. I myself was born Lyons, France to a upper class living and promise to be a symbol for others. <br><br>I chose better.<br><br>Finally I stepped beyond the periphary, with my beautiful long blonde locks betraying or so you thought someone of pure innocence, but don't mistake the angel gaze for one who never seen battle, I had cut down many a person without compassion, for in fighting for ones life, it became less of what was right, and more of how to survive.<br><br>I head towards a seat, crossing my legs over, my rapier clear to all, indicating two things, I was prepared for the worse and that I was no ordinary woman. Maybe they may even learn the name Francesca Dillimond, my upper title, my prison. No instead I was Flambe, that's what the wanter posters said. And I encouraged for to me my old life was gone, this was life now, occasionally respite on shore, but absolute freedom and friendship on the waves. <br><br>Loyalty above all.<br><br>(https://fbcdn-sphotos-f-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc1/t1/1798639_624217574281623_263476395_n.jpg)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LiliaGabby</strong> on <strong>February 15, 2014, 12:07:10 am</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The resounding crash in the wood gives Kamryn a start. She looks up to the treetops to see dust and flakes of wood softly falling to the ground in graceful spirals. Curiosity written over her face, she tightens the laces of her coat and shifts her pack back onto her shoulders.<br>&nbsp;<br>As she makes her way closer to the groaning sound of timber, Kamryn feels her own heart beat pounding in her chest. It had been a long time since she ventured far from her hiding places; an seemingly eternity since she heard the sound of her own voice in conversation. Too long she had kept herself tight and rigid. Her solitary world had nearly driven her mad but it was needed and freeing for her. <br><br>Now was a new adventure; a new step into a new world. <br><br>Her dark eyes darted from side to side as she saw the cottage appearing through the graceful trees. She stops, pulling back the long black curls from her face; her fingers shaky as she ties the tresses securely down her back. Her sudden burst of bravery explodes at the sound of a staff shuffling ahead of her. She slinks back against the tree, her breath hitching in her throat as she watches the stranger venture inside. <br><br>And she doesn’t have time to mull over the guest before another is soon moving towards the entrance. Her blonde locks dance in the light and for a moment; Kamryn feels a stab of longing---for that kind of confidence and grace. <br><br>She takes a deep breath, stealing herself to her decision once again. She takes a step and another until she finds her hand on the doorknob, pushing it open to be blasted with the warmth of a fire and an inviting room.<br><br>Her eyes drop to the man on the floor; stepping over him gently as she becomes immediately aware of other eyes open her. She glances in their general directions but her senses are flying all over the room—taking in everything and anything at once. She finds the closet chair to the door; her back against the wall as she sinks down deep----and with courage looks up with a genuine, greeting smile. </span></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Forge</strong> on <strong>February 15, 2014, 10:46:12 am</strong>
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				Short's hands tighten around his staff and he becomes instantly on guard when he hears hears the door opening. Being a stranger in this land, he is always alert. Although, to be honest with himself, he rarely if ever finds trouble. He has heard of no legends of discord in these woods and has found none. But one can never be too careful.<br><br>In an instant, the door is open. She stands in the doorway and Short is taken by the beauty of her dark eyes and long, black hair. His muscles relax and his grip on his staff relaxes. He sees her glance his way, and before he can doff his hat, she is looking around the room, seemingly taking in everything in the room at once. "And who can blame her," he thought to himself. "Traveling alone has its risks. She is wise to be alert."<br><br>With amusement Short watches her step over the unconscious man. He wonders if someone as beautiful as her often has the occasion to step over someone in that condition very often.&nbsp; <br><br>Watching her take a chair, Short unconsciously nods with approval noticing that she has her back to the wall and is staying close to the door. "She is a smart one, indeed," runs through his mind.<br><br>When she has sat, Short watches her as she looks up and smiles. The smile is friendly and genuine. She seems to bring an aura of kindness to the place. He looks at her, doffs his hat, and introduces himself. "Greetings. I am Short and have recently arrived myself. <br><br>"I have found beverages in the kitchen" he says pointing with his staff, "and I would be honored to serve you if you wish. Do you have a preference?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LiliaGabby</strong> on <strong>February 15, 2014, 06:32:35 pm</strong>
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				Kamryn’s decision to venture into this new corner of the world was not made quickly or without purpose. For quite some time---her itch to travel had climbed up her back. It had been a comfortable place; her solitude---feeling she had put her desire to roam to bed. The wandering wind calls when it calls and no matter how hard she closed it off; it whipped around her heart until she all she could do was submit.<br><br>So here she now sits; gazing over the room both in trepidation and excitement. The future was a new mystery that she was excited to explore. The smile that passes across her lips is to both calm her nerves and to open herself up again.<br><br>And immediately her eyes are drawn to the man that she had seen enter the dwelling earlier. The staff at his side draws her gaze as she moves to his face. She exhales the breath she didn’t realize she was holding as he speaks. <br><em><br>"Greetings. I am Short and have recently arrived myself. I have found beverages in the kitchen and I would be honored to serve you if you wish. Do you have a preference?"</em><br><br>Kamryn shifts her pack from her lap to her feet, pushing it gently to the side to keep her path clear. Her voice cracks a bit as she speaks; her eyes never leaving his,<br><br>&nbsp;“Hello Short---my name is Kamryn and I’m happy to meet a fellow traveler. A cup of hot tea sounds heavenly at the moment---the bitter cold outside has crept far into my bones.”<br><br>She smiles more brightly as she snuggles into the chair a bit more, letting the cold shiver roll over her and out her toes. “So you have recently come here hmm? Enjoying yourself?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Forge</strong> on <strong>February 15, 2014, 08:48:48 pm</strong>
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				<i> “Hello Short---my name is Kamryn and I’m happy to meet a fellow traveler. A cup of hot tea sounds heavenly at the moment---the bitter cold outside has crept far into my bones.”</i> <br><br>"It is a pleasure to meet you, Kamryn. That is a beautiful name," Short responded. He thought about doffing his hat again, but decided against it. He realized he had doffed twice since her arrival, and didn't want to overdo it, which he probably had done already. "Remember," he said to himself, "first impressions are important, so don't screw this up." He nodded to himself in agreement. <br><br>Realizing he had been lost in thought, he snapped back to alertness. "It is cold outside, and you must be cold. Let me stoke up the fire." He walked to the fireplace and poked the fire with his staff. The he put another log on the fire, poked it a bit more, and then turned to Kamyrn. "That should help warm you up.&nbsp; And a hot cup of tea will help as well."<br><br>Short went to the kitchen and brewed a pot of tea. Then finding the good china, he put the pot and two teacups on a tray.&nbsp; He rummaged around for some sugar and lemon, and put that on the tray as well.<br><br>He hoped he was doing it correctly. Usually his trips to the kitchen were for beer. But it seemed to look okay. To him at least. <br><br>He carried the tray into the main room, stepping over the unconscious man, whose face was still in the plate of baked goods. Setting the tray on a nearby table, he said, "It is a pity the man ruined the muffins." He poured a cup of tea for Kamryn and himself and handed her the cup resting on the saucer.<br><br><i>“So you have recently come here hmm? Enjoying yourself?”</i><br><br>"Yes, I have recently come here. And it is a wonderful and amazing place," he said sipping his tea. "The fellow travelers I have met have shown me great kindness and hospitality. It is a wonderful place." <br><br>Enjoying the silence that ensued as they drank their tea, Short realized that an unconscious man laying in the middle of the floor was not making a good impression on his guest. "Excuse me a minute," he said as he picked up the man under his arms and dragged him off into a side room. <br><br>Coming back into the main room, Short said, "can I pour you some more tea?" Or perhaps we can look about this house some. I have been here a short time myself and haven't been anywhere except here and the kitchen. Or if you choose to sit and warm yourself by the fire, that is fine as well."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LiliaGabby</strong> on <strong>February 15, 2014, 10:07:46 pm</strong>
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				The ease to which he approached her was appreciated; greatly. It was rare for Kamryn to find her voice with a stranger and to have someone be so kind and inviting---was a bit thrilling. Like the start of a chess match; the pieces were set and the speed and strategy of the game was yet to be determined. <br><br>"It is a pleasure to meet you, Kamryn. That is a beautiful name," <br><br>She starts at that a bit; the small but sweet compliment making her jump a bit in her seat. She takes the fleeting moment to take him in further; enjoying the play of his eyes as he looks in her direction. Her breathing softens as he moves; no threats directed but just invitation. <br><br>"It is cold outside, and you must be cold. Let me stoke up the fire." <br><br>Kamryn is about to jump up to help but instead sits back and begins to untie the laces of her coat. The deep navy wool of her coat pools around her on the seat; showing her deep purple tunic snuggled fitted to her with a simple leather belt. Her black pants are tucked into her long boots and she wiggles her toes and hands as the fire comes back to life.<br><br>"That should help warm you up.&nbsp; And a hot cup of tea will help as well."<br><br>As he walks towards the kitchen she says, “Thank you---that feels marvelous.”<br><br>She stands up when she hears the sound of the china and water being poured. The domestic nature of it makes her giggle to herself; her eyes darting in his direction as her curiosity continues to build. She slides glances in his direction; enjoying his mix of confidence and kindness—drawing her in despite her natural care.&nbsp; As she begins to walk to the kitchen to help, a beautiful painting catches her eye. She stands on her tiptoes, swaying a bit as she regards the rolling hills and deep blue color of the water in the scene. <br><br>She turns back as he enters the room; laughing out right as he steps over the man on the floor. “I guess we really should make sure he doesn’t need anything---but the poor man truly seems at ease with his pillow of muffins”<br><br>"It is a pity the man ruined the muffins." <br><br>Kamryn nods at that as she takes the cup from him. She adds a bit of sugar and purrs as the warmth of it hits her throat. The heat flushes her cheeks as she looks up at him over her cup.<br><br>"Yes, I have recently come here. And it is a wonderful and amazing place. The fellow travelers I have met have shown me great kindness and hospitality. It is a wonderful place." <br><br>She takes an audible breath as she responds, “That’s good to know. I value the confidence of others so that’s always delightful to hear. And from the look of this place---it’s well loved and well used. It’s a good indication that I might find---a place to rest here.”<br><br>She glances over to the muffin man again; his stillness beginning to worry her now. “I hope he’s just had a wonderful few days of fun.”<br><br>&nbsp;"Excuse me a minute”<br><br>Kamryn puts down her tea cup as her fellow guest moves the unconscious man to a safer location. She crouches down, gathering what she can of the mess onto the tray. She’s dusting off her hands as he re-enters the room.<br><br>"Can I pour you some more tea?" Or perhaps we can look about this house some. I have been here a short time myself and haven't been anywhere except here and the kitchen. Or if you choose to sit and warm yourself by the fire, that is fine as well."<br><br>The moment he says the words, “look around the house” her interest is spurred. Her eyes smile as her natural need to always move—dances across her face. She reaches past him as she nods, grabbing the teapot and refreshing both their cups. <br><br>“Lead on---I appreciate a guide and this house seems like a good place to start”<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Forge</strong> on <strong>February 16, 2014, 11:42:10 am</strong>
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				Short nods. "It would be my pleasure to show you around. But, alas, I have not been seen much of this house myself. Perhaps we can look the place over together." The moment the word 'alas' left his lips, Short winced. "No one says 'alas' anymore," he said to himself.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Short stood and walked toward Kamyrn. Short noticed that she had taken off her cloak. He tried not to stare, but admired her snugly fitting tunic and her lithe, fit body.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Without thinking, Short tried to smooth the wrinkles out from his well-worn jeans and his plain blue shirt and sucked in his gut. He turned to her and said, "you know, since arriving here, I have had the opportunity to eat marvelous food, and, regretfully, have surrendered to those opportunities." <br>&nbsp;<br>Then, realizing he couldn't hold his breath forever, he inhaled and let his gut expand. As he felt his gut expand, he thought to himself, "The lady seems kind and understanding. Her kind comments regarding the unconscious man, lead me to believe this.&nbsp; So I will let the chips fall where they may."&nbsp; Still lost in his own reverie, the thought drifted through his mind, "And a name like 'ShortStaffed' is not one to bring confidence to a beautiful lady, anyway. <br><br>Holding out his hand to assist Kamyrn standing, she rose. Short took a few steps and noticed a painting on the wall he has not noticed before. He stood before it and looked at the rolling hills and deep blue color of the water in the scene and it reminded him of his love for the outdoors and his desire to return to nature. Then, glancing out the window, and seeing the miserable weather, he decided that perhaps a better time would be when the weather is a bit more pleasant.&nbsp; <br><br>Turning from the painting and his thoughts of the great outdoors, Short turned and noticed a hallway leaving the room as well as a staircase leading to the second floor. He was fully aware of what was probably upstairs and, knowing the rules of the house, he turned and walked down the hall. <br><br>As they started down the hall, Short stopped and turned to Kamyrn, and looking her into her eyes he said, "When you see Lilia, please tell her I saw her comment at the Doormat and appreciate it very much. I give her my sincere thanks. Also, please relate to Lilia that Monday and Tuesday are long work days for me and I may not be around."<br><br>Then, he continued to meander down the long hall, Short stopped and looked at the paintings on the walls. The hallway was noticeably cooler as they got farther away from the fireplace. Not wanting to get too far away from the heat, Short decided to try the next door they came to and see what is on the other side. He figured a place this wonderful would have something of note to see behind the closed door.<br><br>A couple more steps taken, he reached the closed door. Short put his hand on the knob, and as he tried to look suave and build up suspense, he turned the knob and slowly opened the door. <br><br>And on the other side of the door, was a broom closet. Looking in he saw a mop bucket, still with dirty water in it, a mop and assorted cleaning supplies. There was nothing to do now but laugh. And as he laughed loudly at his failed suaveness, he turned to Kamyrn and said, "I guess I will follow you and let you try the next door."<br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZachThePenetrator92</strong> on <strong>March 06, 2014, 05:40:23 pm</strong>
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				*i walk up to the front door and knock to see if anyones home* hello anyone there?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Forge</strong> on <strong>March 06, 2014, 05:58:17 pm</strong>
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				Short hears a knock on the door and opens it. "Welcome," he says. "I am not an owner here, but all are welcome to enter and enjoy themselves. There are sometimes visitors here and sometimes all are out exploring and adventuring. But, if they should show up, they will probably bring goodies. I am a newcomer here but it seems as if Elliquiy is known for its great food."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZachThePenetrator92</strong> on <strong>March 06, 2014, 06:38:24 pm</strong>
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				*smiles * and may i come in kind man? *knowing i slightly have a crush on him my eye twinkles* hi my name is zach, what about yours? *i slowly grin*
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZachThePenetrator92</strong> on <strong>March 06, 2014, 06:48:14 pm</strong>
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				.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TehyaBabyy</strong> on <strong>March 27, 2014, 11:54:32 pm</strong>
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				*walks in, curls up in a ball in front of the fire*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assleigh</strong> on <strong>March 28, 2014, 12:07:40 am</strong>
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				*sweeps her long hooded cloak off her shoulders and hangs it off a peg near the door. As it swings a bit after she leaves it behind, it ripples and wavers like a bit of night stuff moving along the wall. Doffing her top hat and and drawing in a puff of sweet smoke from her self immolating cigarillo, the lady (http://www.images.neozone.org/2011/09/steampunk_princess_3.jpg) with magenta hair cascading over her shoulders and spilling down her back looks around the space casually and makes for a seat by the fire.* <br><br>hmmm... What must one do for a warming constitutional? <br><br>*I murmur to myself... Not wanting to be rude but being parched from the journey I fns a genteel way to make my needs known.*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TehyaBabyy</strong> on <strong>March 28, 2014, 12:22:53 am</strong>
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				*twitches my ears in the new woman's direction* I can get you some cider if you would like. *stands and stretches, smoothing out her tail and long dark hair*
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assleigh</strong> on <strong>March 28, 2014, 12:26:16 am</strong>
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				"Oh"<br><br>&nbsp;*I exclaim softly having missed the presence of the Felina Sapien due to her position on the floor*<br><br>"That would be greatly appreciated, if it is no trouble of course, Miss"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TehyaBabyy</strong> on <strong>March 28, 2014, 12:35:54 am</strong>
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				No problem. There's a small town nearby and I was beginning to crave chocolate. *picks her jacket up off of the floor and slips it on over her corset*<br><br>If there's anything besides cider you would like, I'll get it for you. *thinks* Well, I'll try to find it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assleigh</strong> on <strong>March 29, 2014, 07:27:46 pm</strong>
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				"Oh, mayhaps if we explored the house we can find something to quench our thirst and assuage any hunger pangs we feel" I say as the cat girl goes for her coat. "I wouldn't want to have you go through any trouble for me..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TehyaBabyy</strong> on <strong>March 29, 2014, 11:23:57 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*thinks for a second, then removes her coat* Alright, but if I don't find any chocolate, its out into the forest I go! <br>*disappears through a door, then after a few minutes, I yell* Ooh! Food! Would you like red wine, instead?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assleigh</strong> on <strong>March 29, 2014, 11:26:32 pm</strong>
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				*chuckles and sits back down by the fire as T wanders off*<br><br>Oh, that would be lovely... Will you be joining me or consigning me to drinking alone?<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TehyaBabyy</strong> on <strong>March 29, 2014, 11:33:21 pm</strong>
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				*wheels out a cart with a bucket filled with ice with three bottles of wine in it, two large wine glasses, and a huge assortment of chocolates* Oh, my sweet. A few years isn't going to stop me from getting drunk off of my ass. *laughs, sits in front of her with the bucket in her lap and the glasses in her hand**pours Leigh a glass and hands it to her*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assleigh</strong> on <strong>March 29, 2014, 11:45:32 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*smiles and nods as T returns with the spoils of her treasure hunt, chuckling and nodding*<br><br>time means nothing, only the eternal now...<br><br>*I say and shift my legs, crossing my ankles as T sits before me with all the goodies. I lean forward to accept the glass, giving her an eyeful of my bountiful bosom as it threatens to spill out of the leather and brass corset I wear. I raise my glass and say*<br><br>to new friends, well met...oh, and feel free to call me Lele...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TehyaBabyy</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2014, 12:53:49 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*pours my wine whilst drooling over Lele's bosom, spills a bit on my own chest*<br><br>Ah! Cold! *goes back to pouring my wine*<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assleigh</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2014, 12:56:43 am</strong>
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				*giggles and draws a.handkerchief from within her bosom and offers it to T after she gave herself a chill*<br><br>Poor dear... <br><br>*sips my wine and sighs happily*<br><br>this is quite good...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TehyaBabyy</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2014, 12:59:36 am</strong>
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				*blushes while wiping off my oversized chest* Thank you. <br><br>*takes a gulp of mine* Yes it is. <br><br>*pops a chocolate into my mouth and moans as my eyes roll back*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assleigh</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2014, 01:08:30 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*leans back in the big, comfy, overstuffed chair and wiggles my toes within the high heeled, laced ankle boots I have on as I watch T clean herself off, something wistful glimmering in my honey colored eyes as she plays the body warmed cloth over the ample curves of her breasts* <br><br>Seems /you/ found the joy you sought<br><br>*I say in a low, lightly teasing tone, rich with a playful kind of wit.*<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TehyaBabyy</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2014, 01:16:35 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*speaks as I stuff a few more in my mouth with a light purr* <br><br>They're delicious!! <br><br>*hands her the handkerchief back with a smile* Thanks.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assleigh</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2014, 01:27:10 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				You're more then welcome<br><br>*I say leaning to spread out the handkerchief near the fireplace to dry*<br><br>So...is this your home that I find myself in?<br><br>*I ask in cultured tones as I sigh and relax into the chair, savoring the warm of the fire, the diverting company and the respite from my journey*<br><br>oooo I'm intrigued now... My I have one to try?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TehyaBabyy</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2014, 01:42:47 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*hands her a couple* <br><br>Sure! And no, this isn't my house. I was just wandering and came across it. It nice though. Very comfortable.<br>&nbsp;<br>*empties her second glass and pours another*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assleigh</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2014, 01:54:15 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*pops one of the chocolates in my mouth, allowing it to slowly melt on my tongue so I can enjoy every moment of the experience *<br><br>mmmm heavenly...thank you...<br><br>*I nod as T makes her explanations.*<br><br>well thank you for sparing me from a night spent in aolitude
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TehyaBabyy</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2014, 12:56:51 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*smiles* <br><br>No problem, Miss Lele. <br><br>*guzzles down another couple glasses of wine, emptying the first bottle, opens the next with her teeth and spits the cork into the fire*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assleigh</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2014, 06:23:19 pm</strong>
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				And what should I call you?<br><br>*I ask as T finishes the wine, chuckling as she opens another them teasing tosses out*<br><br>aside from 'lush'?<br><br>*I lean forward offering up my empty wine glass as I ask*<br><br>top me off, please...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TehyaBabyy</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2014, 08:41:42 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*fills her glass to the brim*<br><br>I have quite a few names. Different places, different identities. But, you can call me Tehya. <br><br>*smiles and drinks directly from the bottle*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assleigh</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2014, 09:03:41 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*holds the glass steady and then leans forward to sip from it so none of it gets spilled.*<br><br>Tehya... Is it your intention to get me drunk and have your wicked way with me?<br><br>* the question is posed playfully as I lean back in my chair.*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TehyaBabyy</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2014, 09:17:40 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*winks at her as she sways a bit*<br><br>If this wasnt a PG-13 room, it may be.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assleigh</strong> on <strong>March 30, 2014, 10:18:33 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*giggles* <br><br>why Tehya...what so ever gave you the idea I was /that/ kind of girl?<br><br>*said way to melodramatically to be anything but coquettishly playful*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TehyaBabyy</strong> on <strong>March 31, 2014, 05:44:16 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*hiccups and winks*<br><br>The way your large friends there are trying to hypnotize me. <br><br>*gestures to Lele's chest*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OrihsVastusIra</strong> on <strong>April 05, 2014, 05:50:31 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A dark and daunting prospect. A mysterious man, saunters down the path. For the most part he looks human, though dressed in a most chic garb, one would take him to be an eccentric. A suit and tie, adorned with stripes of grey and black, that fitted neatly to his lean frame; with leather boots about his feet that went up his shin, and leather gloves upon his hands. Atop his head he even wore a top hat, with the very same grey and black strips, and to his face a masquerade mask that covered the upper half of his face. Yet those bright amethyst irises of his seemed to shine ever so wickedly, and his long jet black strands of hair that fell about his shoulder,&nbsp; made him look more beast than man. Like a cave man almost, with a close cut beard, and tanned skin.<br><br>The door of the house was pushed open, and the tall daunting man seemed to look straight ahead. With strong sturdy steps he entered the place and gently pushed the door close, in a manner that would not attract too much attention. Only then did he follow on with his strut and made his way to a more secluded part of the house. But.. Was this a house, or a tavern? He wasn't too sure, and had soon found himself sitting at a table by himself, a good way away from the fireplace. His right hand befell the table top, and his nimble fingers began to beat a tune upon the wood; all the while his grave gaze shifting to and fro, looking to those about him. Though for the most part he kept quiet, and to himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DesertFlower</strong> on <strong>April 05, 2014, 07:46:18 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The forest beyond the Gingerbread house had been full of wild flora, dripping with dew; they had scented the cold air with a honeyed fragrance. She had stopped a short while to pick some, placing a red one into her raven hair, resting it behind her left ear. Returning to the house she had stepped in to find those that she had spent some time with before had long since left and within the walls of the warm haven were several newcomers, one of which caught her eye, he was sat alone at a table far from the warmth of the fireplace and its dancing flames. The layout of the house had changed considerably, she wondered just how long she had been gone for. Averting her attention onto the man sat alone; her hazel eyes appraised his form. There was a certain eccentricity to his chosen garments, he looked to have a story but didn't look as though he was willing to share. Thinking at first to find her own secluded spot she instead yielded to her own curiosity, there was something about him that made her want to approach, though she didn't really know what. Nodding amicably at the other newcomers as she made her way over to his table, she took a seat opposite him. Firstly placing down her flowers, she shrugged off her raincoat and started rifling through her large satchel bag. Finding out a bottle of wine; she proffered it toward him and eyed him steadily, a smile curving her red lips.<br><br>"Care for some?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OrihsVastusIra</strong> on <strong>April 05, 2014, 09:51:09 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				'Tap.' The subtle tapping of his fingers came to a sudden stop, and it seemed as though silence ensued but for a second or two as he looked across to the approaching woman with those intense amethyst hues of his. Though a second later the silence was filled by the sound of her footsteps, and then finally a subtle 'thud' as she sat opposite him. Orihs couldn't help but quirk a brow, for she hadn't said a word and had already begun placing her flowers down upon the table top, not even caring to say hello or introduce herself as she removed her raincoat. It was quite strange, at least to Orihs, for a stranger to approach in such a manner, and one could tell that he found it quite awkward as he lifted his right hand then to scratch at his bearded cheek. And even when she plucked the bottle of wine from her large satchel bag and smiled at him as she had,&nbsp; Orihs's gaze didn't lighten any. In fact even after she had spoken Orihs took a second or two till he'd purse his lips and speak up.. "How very unusual.. You bring a bottle of wine to share with a stranger, and you bring no glasses?" Orihs held notion that perhaps she did indeed hold some kind of glass within that large satchel bag of hers, but would humour her for now. "Perhaps you'd have me drink it straight from the bottle?" Slowly, bit by bit as he spoke would his cheeks rise, and he'd grin ever so slightly before beginning to chuckle softly beneath his breath.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DesertFlower</strong> on <strong>April 06, 2014, 07:38:51 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Inclining her head slightly to the left, she smirked. <br>"No, I'm sure there are glasses around here somewhere but what good are they if you don't like wine? But I shall presume you do." She retorted, raising her left eyebrow; her wide smile waning. Perhaps he did want to be left alone, but he had not told her to cease, rather he had humoured her odd gesture and so she took it as a sign to continue. Leaving her belongings at the table, she went off in search of some glasses. The rustic kitchen had remained just as it had been before she had left, and so with ease she located two wine glasses and a corkscrew. Returning to the table to seat once more before him she uncorked the wine; pouring a glass for herself and then sliding an empty glass toward him.<br>"Help yourself, it's Ribolla Gialla, I hear it's produced in Trinidad and Tobago. I also hear it's got floral notes." She shrugged. "Though I won't ever profess to being a connosisseur on such things." <br><br>Taking a sip, she inhaled the light acidic fragrance before remembering she hadn't introduced herself.<br>"I seem to have forgotten my manners, I'm Jasmine." She nodded politely. "You must forgive me, years spent on the road puts me out of touch with what the normal social etiquette is; it changes from place to place. I daresay you find me odd, but thank you for humouring me all the same." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OrihsVastusIra</strong> on <strong>April 06, 2014, 11:45:47 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Though Orihs seldom held the company of others, he found this woman was quite interesting. She had brought a bottle of wine without having carried along with her glasses or a corkscrew, and Orihs could only discern from this that she had perhaps been here before and knew that she could acquire such things within these walls. He had seen that smirk of hers all too well, and when she spoke it sounded a little like mockery. But though he thought such things he wouldn't show it, and kept that subtle grin upon his lips. "It's not often that I find myself drinking wine, but I shall partake of a glass with you." He said, his voice holding a low and husky tone to it, and he looked to her then as she sauntered off. Yet Orihs still was not quite sure what this place was; if it was a house surely one would have not moved about so freely in it. Or was it that this was her house? Or a Tavern? Or an open house? He seemed to think about these things as she had left, but once she had returned would cast the notion from his fickle mind. And it was only when she slid an empty glass towards him that he'd move once more, reaching out to take it within his right hand, and lifted it up just over his head to inspect the glass. Certainly it was highly unusual for one to do such a thing, but Orihs was making sure that the glass was clean; for who knew what type of people lived within this place. Either way, once he had inspected it and found it satisfactory he would place the glass back down upon the table top and took the bottle of wine, and poured himself a hearty serving, filling the glass about 3/4's full. He was then to taste the wine, but paused as she spoke out, and added little word to her comment. "Ribolla Gialla uh? .... Never heard of it." And with that lifted the glass to his lips, though he did not sip of it just yet, but rather inhaled it's scent, taking a deep breath as his nose drifted little over the fine wine. But for all it's worth as much of a wine taster he may have looked to be, when he did indeed bring the glass to his lips to sip of the wine, it was not sips he took, but rather hasty gulps. And in a matter of few seconds had tilted the glass back fully and had drained the contents of it completely; though in his haste a thin stream of the clear wine had seeped down the side of his maw, and once he had set the glass upon the table top, he'd lift his left arm and wiped at it with the sleeve of his forearm. It seemed almost barbaric, for a man of such peculiar garb to do such a thing, and indeed it was barbaric, but Orihs made it look as though it was the norm, and when the woman spoke once more he showed no signs of awkwardness. It was only when she spoke her name though, that he realised he himself had not introduced himself, and had partaken of her wine. And in hopes of clearing any ill thoughts of him, would give her his name as well. "Orihs.." He'd say, and paused briefly before speaking further. "I'd had thought I was the odd one, but if you think I find you as odd.." He chuckled softly at the words he was then to say.. "Then you'd be correct." His tone seemed to be a playful one then, and he'd gaze up into her eyes with those bright amethyst irises of his. A gaze that was so unnerving she'd perhaps wish to look away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DesertFlower</strong> on <strong>April 06, 2014, 04:34:44 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The skies outside darkened and yet the fire within the cottage ceased to wane; the orange flames licking against the plentiful wood within the grate. A distance away, in the far corner where they sat, she watched with curious hazel eyes as he emptied the contents of his glass before her, the sleeve of his forearm mopping the trail of wine that had seeped from the glass and onto his jawline. How unusual his mannerisms, but how intriguing she found them. Not wanting to seem rude by staring, she took a lengthier sip of her own glass of wine; the crisp liquid slipping down her throat with ease. Placing her glass down, Jasmine fixed the flower behind her left ear a little more securely with the aid of a hairpin; she had several in her hair, unruly curls meant that without such pins her ringlets would hang before and around her face; obscuring her vision. Tucking a rogue tendril behind her ear, she subconsciously traced her index finger along the course of her bottom lip; moist with wine; her action smudging her crimson lipstick ever so slightly.<br>"Orihs, that is not a name I have heard before." She admitted with a ghost of a smile playing out on her lips as she tried to think on it's origins. Failing that she returned her attention fully onto him as he continued to speak. Jasmine found that she liked it when the man before her found humour in his words; his prepossessing eyes almost evoking a sense of challenge within her when he brought them up to gaze into hers. She did not look away, no, rather she met them with a wide grin; her straight pearly teeth displayed as she laughed softly.<br>"You would not be the first to find me an oddity, but we are both here tonight, both with time to while. Tell me, how did you find this place?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OrihsVastusIra</strong> on <strong>April 06, 2014, 11:43:09 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt those hazel eyes of hers lingering upon him far too long, but said nothing on the matter. Did he intrigue her so? Of course Orihs was an oddity, and usually one's reactions would be to leave the bizarre man alone. Yet there she still sat, wiping her rouge lips, in which seemed to him to be a most sensual manner. When she spoke on his name, he seemed to have nothing to add save for a subtle nod of his head; and though she smiled his face remained impassive for the most part. It was only though, when he had given her that heart wrenching stare and she held his gaze, that he was truly taken back. She even grinned and laughed softly, and Orihs wasn't quite sure just how to react to this. Most times one would have looked away almost immediately, in a way that showed they felt out of place. But no, not her. His gaze though seemed to linger for a few seconds more before he looked down towards the wine bottle. In that moment though he did not reach for the bottle, as one may have thought, but rather lifted his right hand to his head, and pulled the top hat from atop it, resting it down upon the table, before reaching up once more and combing his fingers through his long velvety jet black tresses that cascaded down over his shoulders. He gave a subtle huff then, and looked back up to her, though the intensity of his gaze had dulled substantially, and it was more that he was looking to her to show that he was listening, rather than trying to make her uncomfortable. And though Orihs was a man who seldom shared words with others, he thought that after all she had done to acquaint herself, that she was entitled to a response that didn't go like.. 'Why don't you mind your own business and scoot along little butterfly.' And so pursed his lips once again, before speaking out in that rich sombre tone of his.. "How did I find myself here? Why, I'd answer that question to the T if I knew myself." He paused then and scratched the back of his head.. "Well.. I was walking with my eyes closed you see, and then suddenly I opened them, and found myself upon a path. I followed the path, and then found myself here. It's quite very strange.. But, when I close my eyes and walk a couple of steps, I often find myself in the strangest of places.."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Sinner</strong> on <strong>April 07, 2014, 09:37:43 pm</strong>
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				She took a deep breath as she looked behind her.&nbsp; Where was she now? She should have been more mindful of her surroundings. Pulling her coating tighter about herself her continued on her way.&nbsp; The path continued and winded further up.&nbsp; She sighed and tucked her hair behind her ears.&nbsp; She was not sure where she was and who had tried to chase her or why. With each step she took her boots make a crunching sounds and there was a light before her she hurried wanting to find some shelter.&nbsp; As she reached the end she blinked the house was magnificent.&nbsp; She noticed that there were others entering and leaving. She tried to straighten herself and fix her hair as she made her way to the door. <br><br>She paused as the handle before finally opening it and stepping inside.&nbsp; The atmosphere was warm and inviting she scanned the entrance and stepped further in.&nbsp; She just needed to find out where she was and how to find a way back home.&nbsp; Somehow she had lost sight of Teagen.&nbsp; She felt quite alone in this place and not sure of where she should stand or sit or who to talk to without looking sticking out like a sore thumb.&nbsp; She moved silently toward one of the windows and peered out.&nbsp; From this view you could say that she was back home and that the house she now stood in was her home.&nbsp; With her over bearing mother and her very pretty cousin and a her cousin whom she found attractive and alluring and one she could actually not have at least if you wanted to be follow the rules of society.&nbsp; <br><br>Exhaling she placed her forehead at the cool glass and let her lids close slowly.&nbsp; Why had this happened? She wished that she take the last few years back and not have disobeyed the rules.&nbsp; Things might be different and she would be in a better spot.&nbsp; Instead she was here alone and running for her life. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>May 23, 2014, 08:09:09 pm</strong>
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				*Emerging from the surrounding dense and dripping wood, with the air sweet from the damp undergrowth upon a very unusual house that seemed to be made of edible materials. Speaking to himself in the lonely manner of someone who needs to speak just to hear a voice once in a while*<br><br>I'm sure I've heard of something like this before but for the life of me I can't remember it.<br><br>*Crossing the 20 feet or so from the edge of the clearing to the front door of the cottage and crossing the threshold. The building seems to come to life as if just waiting for someone to entertain. The dust seems to remove itself from the counter tops and the furniture, lights turn on among similar effects. The man removes his midnight blue cloak warily and hangs it on a coatstand next to the door. Revealing his form, A tall humanoid covered in fur a couple shades lighter than his cloak with white highlights on the end of his tail and his head. His face has an elongated snout with a look of cunning. Wearing simple garb of leather armor along with some tools of his trade. He crosses to a couch and takes a seat looking around and the odd cabin*<br><br>This doesn't seem like a bad place to stop and relax before continuing my wanderings.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roni</strong> on <strong>May 23, 2014, 08:24:17 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had been traveling for awhile, and she was getting weary. Looking about the woods, she silently cursed to herself, noting that she probably should have marked the path from whence she came in some sort of manner. Roni sighed, almost positive that she had somehow been turned around. Where the path branched, she debated which fork to take.<br><br>"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>I took the one less traveled by,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>And that has made all the difference."<br><br>She muttered the end of Robert Frost's <em>The Road Not Taken</em> aloud to herself as she decided to take the less well-worn path. It was worn enough, but it seemed as if it hadn't been used in some time. Perhaps it had been the weather… When she came to a clearing, she looked around closely for any forms of life. The…wait… no way. Was that a gingerbread house? Balking, she didn't think too much as she stepped up onto the porch. With a surreptitious glance around, she licked the doorknob. "Mmmm peppermint…"<br><br>Her curiosity sufficiently piqued, Roni abandoned her reserve and stepped into the place for a look around, shoving her unruly sable waves from her face so green/brown hazel eyes could peer about unhindered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>May 24, 2014, 01:29:52 am</strong>
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				*Watching curiously as a woman walks up to the door, that he left open to let a breeze in to the overly sweet smelling house. He keeps quiet as she leans down and gives the doorknob a quick lick as an incredulous yet playfull look plays across his bright blue eyes as he says.*<br><br>You know licking that knob has the basis for a lot of different jokes, but I won't go there for now. I will ask&nbsp; however why you would want to lick one of the most touched items in a house.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roni</strong> on <strong>May 24, 2014, 08:40:40 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roni startled slightly as the sound of a voice, jumping back just a teeny bit. Her head twisted as she scanned the main room of the house, eyes finally settling on a…fox. Wrinkling her nose, she put her hands on her hips as she tried to think of a really good answer to his question.<br><br>"It looked like peppermint…" was all she could manage. Brows drawing together, she closed her eyes and shook her head slightly at the lame answer. When she opened them once more, she sighed softly. "I'm a big fan of peppermint. Forget wintergreen or spearmint. I'll take peppermint over either any day. Or cherry…" Not that cherry was in any way a mint of some sort.<br><br>Talking about food in a gingerbread house seemed the logical and obvious step in the conversation, especially after she licked the doorknob. This required a change in topic! "Sooo… You just sort of stumbled upon this place too?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>May 24, 2014, 07:04:56 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chuckling to himself as she seems stumped and flustered by his question. He stands up crossing back to the door and holds out his hand. <br><br>Sorry for flustering you, but maybe you should come in out of the cold and maybe dry off by a fire as I notice your hair seems damp. I'm sure there is an over or fireplace somewhere around here. The Gingerbread House again seems to find the prospect of another visitor tempting so as he is speaking a fireplace actually forms out of the wall and lights itself.<br><br>He looks toward the newly formed fireplace. &nbsp;Still not sure how I feel about this house doing stuff on it's own. Anyway the name is Skye. Nice to meet you. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roni</strong> on <strong>May 24, 2014, 07:34:20 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking the offered hand, she gives it a hesitant little shake, smiling softly. "It's okay. I'm easily flustered when I'm taken by surprise." Shivering slightly with the dampness, she pushes her hair out of her face once more, since it tends to flop forward into her eyes. "That sounds like a good idea…<br><br>Stepping further into the house, she smiles more broadly as the fire crackles merrily, moving to take a seat on the hearth stones. Who needs a chair anyway? She doesn't quite let go of Skye's hand in the process, her grip sliding out of his more than anything else as she murmurs to herself, "Soft like velvet…"<br><br>Taking a seat, she looks up at him. "I'm Roni. Nice to meet you too." This simple greeting was accompanied by a dazzling smile as she attempted to tuck some of the short waves towards the front of her head behind her ear.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>May 24, 2014, 07:53:28 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His ears twich and a smile crosses his face ash e follows her toward the fireplace at her comment, but takes a seat nearby to let his fur dry but at the same time not getting to close to let his fur singe. <br><br>Maybe after we both dry a bit you can come feel some more. He says this with a wink and a smile.<br><br>So what has you wondering the roads less traveled? Takes a pause to consider his words. Although it seems they are currently getting more travel than the other at the moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roni</strong> on <strong>May 24, 2014, 08:03:48 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"The path looked lonely," she admits with a soft smile as she turns toward the fire and reaches her hand out as if to touch the flames. His comment about feeling his fur doesn't so much go unnoticed as it goes uncommented on. She's a lady, after all. Or hopes to be.<br><br>Her hand gets closer to the flames millimeter by millimeter until she eventually pulls back, just as the orangey glow seemed to be drawn toward her hand. "Perhaps this particular path <strong>needs</strong> more travel. This house certainly seems lonely enough, and it has appeared to perk up for having living beings inside once more."<br><br>Looking about, she gestures towards the fact that nothing is dusty, and now there's a fire where there wasn't one before. "I think it's quaint and cozy."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>May 24, 2014, 08:13:44 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				" I agree that this place could use some more people but it's already infinitely more comfortable with another traveler to chat and spend time with. After a second of silence. I'm sorry if my comments seem to forward but I have been alone on the road with no one to talk to but myself, so some of the filters seem to have flown the coop as it were.<br><br>He leans back in his chair loosening his leather to let his fur breathe and so it won matt to bad. Even right now it seems his fur has gone all spikey. He vigorously runs his finger through the fur on his head to air it out but only causes it to fluff.<br><br>I really hate the damp.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roni</strong> on <strong>May 24, 2014, 08:31:25 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roni's own hair was fluffing up pretty badly as it dried, but that was the way of the wave. There was nothing she could do about it in this humidity. "I suppose I'm pretty lucky all things considered. I only have the hair on my head to worry about. You have hair aaaaall over."<br><br>Smiling, her hand reached toward him, one finger giving a featherlight stroke over the back of his hand. "No need to apologize. I wasn't offended in the least." Looking about, she sighs softly. "I know how you feel though. It's been a bit lonely on the road, and it's nice to have someone to talk to. For now though…I don't mind it just being the two of us."<br><br>Idly, her fingers continue to stroke over the fur on his hand, sliding up his arm as well, but always going with the nap. Wouldn't do to have him be uncomfortable. "Are you really this soft all over?" she inquires almost innocently.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>May 24, 2014, 11:53:42 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It will probably get a lot worse before it gets better. As the room start to heat up from the fire more and more of his furstarts to stand on end around the rest of his clothes. <br><br>Matching her smile as she starts to "pet" him. I don't mind it being just me and you either.<br><br>As her hand starts to move up his arm, he turns over his palm and reaches up to tickle her her arm a little bit.I'm pretty much this soft all over and softer in certain other areas. Of course there are harder rougher spots to like my hands and feet or teeth. He gives her a quick full smile of all his teeth with a little snap and stops quickly as not to scare her to much.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>May 25, 2014, 08:10:57 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With the early morning light streaming in through the window Dovel started a new day. He began to clean up the abandoned plates and dishes from the night before. Adjusted the chairs, and wiped down the tables. He sang, perhaps a bit too loudly at times, but since he was alone it didn't matter. Only after everything was put back in order did relax. Satisfied that everything would be ready for when the next wanderer ventured by.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roni</strong> on <strong>May 25, 2014, 11:32:02 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roni had apparently fallen asleep curled up in front of the fire, her cropped waves now a puffball about her face making her look a bit more animalistic than normal. With the singing, she stirred, making a small noise of protest. Surely it was far too early.<br><br>With a sniffle, she blinked her eyes open and yawned, stretching her arms above her head, moving them in an arc out to her sides. After rubbing the sleep crusties from her eyes, she blinked some more. Dark hazel eyes slowly focused on Dovel, and eventually she found her voice, tentative that she might be trespassing. Oh…hello. I…I'm sorry to be sleeping in front of your fire like this… The place seemed so lonely though…" Trailing off, she looked around to see if Skye was still about somewhere. Yeah, she supposed she had kind of been a jerk and fallen asleep in the middle of their conversation, but she had just been so tired!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>May 26, 2014, 12:59:58 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((I'm confused but anyway))<br><br>Walking back in through the door way panting a little bit with his tounge hanging out after a morning out running. Seeing Roni awake he quickly composes himself. I appologize that I scared you so much with my smile that you passed out. The weather has cleared up and his fur in much more agreeble and flat.<br><br>Focusing on Doval who seems to feel himself here. Hello there sir, I hope we haven't intruded on your humble abode but it's a really nice place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roni</strong> on <strong>May 26, 2014, 07:53:57 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So many sharp pointies…" she muttered as Skye came back in through the door, looking down at her hands in her lap. "S'okay," she added then a bit more clearly as she looked up with a sheepish smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>May 26, 2014, 08:06:46 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Skye can't help but think to himself *All the better to eat you my dear* laughing at his own foolishness and thinking he doesn't want to scare her again. Instead he asks. "Did you sleep well?" (Sorry the color script is broken and I don't remember how to type it.) He thens move back to the chair close to the fire place and take a seat near her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roni</strong> on <strong>May 26, 2014, 08:14:35 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((color=teal in brackets [] For your reference. Then close with the /color in brackets.))<br><br>While she may have laughed at that sentiment, it was likely better that he kept the joke to himself else she shy away like a spooked horse. Roni nodded slightly to the question about how she slept. "The hearth stones were surprisingly comfortable. I'm beginning to think this house will do anything to please whomever is inside."<br><br>That's likely silly, but it <strong>felt</strong> true. Standing up slowly, she walked over to the couch and sat down next to him. "I'm hungry… You?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>May 26, 2014, 11:22:13 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Thank you))<br><br>He lets out a low chuckle at her question going back to the thought in his head.<br><br>&nbsp;I could do with something to eat. I wonder what kind of food this place has or if it will be safe to eat after all this time. On queue a light turns on in a hall way on the other side of the room. I assume there is probably some food that way considering how this place has worked so far. He gets up from his chair and had to the hallway turning back to see if she is following or going to wait there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roni</strong> on <strong>May 27, 2014, 09:00:06 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Curiosity gets the best of her, so she hauls herself up from sitting and goes toward the light… Um, not like that, but toward the light that turned on inside the house. Following Skye, she quietly pads down the hallway toward the…kitchen! Yay a kitchen!<br><br>Looking around, she begins to open cupboards, none of which are bare. Eyeing the fridge, she debates the likelihood. Eh, why not? Opening it, she comes across some milk and fruit. The fruit looks fine… She sniffs the milk carefully. It doesn't <strong>smell</strong> spoiled. Pulling the bowl of fruit and the milk from the fridge, she sets them on the counter then looks about for glasses and plates.<br><br>"Looks all right to me!" Glancing over her shoulder at Skye, she asks, "Did you find anything?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>May 27, 2014, 10:22:45 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Following her to the fridge and leans over her as she opens fridge so he can open the freezer to see what kind of meat they have, He finds a large variety from chicken legs to T-bone steaks.<br><br>She moves out from under him pulling a couple items from the fridge and setting them on the counter. He grabs a couple pounds of ground beef so he can make so burgers. He moves to the counter. &nbsp;"I found some plenty. Did you see any cheese down there? I don't know about you but I can go for a good old fashion cheese burger after all the stews and berries you eat on the road."<br><br>He looks above the counter to the ornate kitchen cabnits looking for a spice rack and maybe the plates and glasses too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roni</strong> on <strong>May 28, 2014, 07:14:08 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roni returns to the fridge and pulls out a block of cheddar to slice. "Yep. There's cheese too." Setting the cheese down on the counter near the ground beef, she goes back to rummaging for dinner wear, pulling out two plates and two glasses. She even finds a knife to slice the cheese, setting it near the cutting board. "Burgers sound good… Maybe I'll turn this fruit and milk into smoothies… That sounds like a better idea than I initially had.<br><br>Grinning, she turns to look for the blender and a measuring cup.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>May 28, 2014, 08:03:42 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she brings the plates and glasses over, Skye playfully flicks her with his tail. "Thank you for grabbing those items for me." He washes his hands and grabs the package of ground beef and starts running it under some hot water trying to get it to defrost. "I forgot about defrosting this might take a bit longer than initially planned. In the mean time smoothies sound like a great idea. I will take a banana and orange please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roni</strong> on <strong>May 28, 2014, 05:49:53 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roni blinked when she felt something both fluffy and hard hit her lightly. Looking down, she grabbed Skye's tail slightly, running her hands over the fur, fascinated by the fluffiness. "Stop that," she murmured to the tail itself, as if it had a mind of its own.<br><br>Releasing the offending appendage, she smiled slightly. "You're quite welcome." Then she hunted for a paring knife, then she too washed her hand before carefully divesting both bananas and oranges of their skin and slicing them into manageable pieces. Those went into the blender, and then she measured out some milk to add. Making sure the top to the blender was secure, she happily pulverized the fruit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>May 28, 2014, 10:21:05 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she legs go of his tail it starts to rub along the insider of her legs. Skye says. &nbsp;It doesn't respond very well to orders."<br><br>After waiting a little bit for the burgers to thaw under the steaming water. He opens the package and starts shape the meat into paties and looks for a place to set them down. "Could you grab another cutting board as this one is covered in fruit juices and peels.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roni</strong> on <strong>May 29, 2014, 02:44:33 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nearly trips over his tail as it caresses over her calf. "That's a bad tail! Bad! Very bad!" she admonishes firmly before disentangling herself.<br><br>Reaching for another cutting board, she passes it to him, smiling sweetly. Or is she? "Don't get any fur in my burger." Then she sticks out her tongue at him and pours the banana orange smoothie into two glasses, setting one nearby for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>May 29, 2014, 07:37:23 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The tail decides that it's done caressing and decides to thump agaist her. But as it is a tail it doesn't do a lot of damage. "See, now you just made it mad."<br><br>Taking the cutting board and returning her sweet smile with his one of his own. "I promise there will be no fur in your burger. What do you think I'm some common animal? I find that a tad insulting." said with a some sarcasm to know he is joking.<br><br>He finishes with the ground beef and places them on the cutting board. Taking a quick sip of the smothie using his tounge to lap at it, playing a bit futher on his joke. "Mmmm, this is good, thank you."Then he washes his hands again before reaching for some spices to add to the paties.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roni</strong> on <strong>May 30, 2014, 09:05:35 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wrinkled her nose at Skye's tail, but refrained from saying anything further as it beat against her legs. Best not to anger it any further…<br><br>Instead, she grins at him. "Thank you kindly!" she offers in return, though now it is more genuinely sweet in comparison. The sarcasm and joke remain ignored.<br><br>Well, ignored until he laps at his smoothie with his tongue. She giggled softly, watching from the corner of her eye. "You're quite welcome." Then she goes about cleaning up, throwing away peels and washing the cutting board and paring knife, taking sips of her own smoothie in between.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>June 02, 2014, 09:29:50 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Sorry for the long wait.)<br><br>"Could you get a cooking sheet or something? I don't have a grill at the moment so we will have to cook these another way." He finishes spicing up the burgers and puts up the spices. He starts to preheat the oven and goes looking for a tray. "Nevermind this will work just as well." <br>He pulls out a cake pan and puts the burgers into it. He then grabs his smoothie and walks behind Roni wrapping her in his embrace while his tail starts to tickle her legs again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roni</strong> on <strong>June 03, 2014, 09:37:14 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was just about to search for his cookie sheet when he found a cake pan. Ah well, at least she had cleaned up what she could so far.<br><br>As she sipped at her smoothie, she felt arms wrap around her and relaxed back into Skye's embrace. "This is nice," she murmured as his tail began to tickle at her legs. She was quick to set down her glass before she dropped it as she began to squirm and giggle as the tickling sensation of his fur on her bare legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MonroeCat</strong> on <strong>June 07, 2014, 06:16:49 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mila walked into yue gingerbread house hesitantly, worried she was intruding.&nbsp; "Hello?" she called, brushing her copper curls out of her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>June 09, 2014, 08:45:31 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe slips into the Gingerbread House, home after a long absence, and he settles down in his favorite armchair before the fire. He waves hello to any and all who wish to enter this place, and the door to the house is left open for all newcomers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>June 09, 2014, 09:35:04 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				King Serperior poofs in with all the abilities of a ninja, a cloud of purple smoke marking where he appeared.&nbsp; With a determined step, he moves to the refreshment area and pours some tea before slipping into a spare chair and opening a book to read.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>June 10, 2014, 01:52:10 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bride walks up the steps to the Gingerbread House. She takes a moment to take a deep breath before fixing her summer dress and knocking on the door, half wondering if all the crazy stories about this place were true, that it was almost something straight out of a wild cartoon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>June 10, 2014, 04:43:03 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe waves Bride into the colorful and candy-ridden house, offering her a drink and a pleasant place to sit. "Welcome to our humble abode here. It's perhaps a little on the fantastic side, a little on the supernatural side, but it's a cozy place to chat and talk. What brings you here today?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>June 10, 2014, 04:46:36 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bride takes a seat on what looks like a chair literally made out of gumdrops and tries no to think of it breaking under her or melting into her clothes. "Just looking around and exploring the vast realm we all share here." She said and shook her head to the offered drink.<br><br>"I'm fine. I guess mostly I just want to continue to get a better feel for the place."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>June 10, 2014, 04:49:57 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				King walks out of the kitchen with some root beer floats for Blythe and Bride as well as himself, "Welcome to the House, Bride.&nbsp; Care for a float?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>June 10, 2014, 04:56:46 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No I enjoy staying on the ground." She said before a Rimshot seemed to echo from out of nowhere. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>June 10, 2014, 07:09:01 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe sets the drink aside after its declined, and he says, "The Gingerbread House...it can be hard to get a good feel for it sometimes. It is sort of a waystation for many disparate folk to come and speak. I personally always use it as a place to stop in and relax. It's a colorful enough and tranquil place for it."<br><br>He looks at the gumdrop chair and coughs, adding, "Don't mind the gumdrop chairs; we're still working on how to design them not to leave sugar on everyone. You'd be amazed how hard it is to design a gumdrop chair."<br><br>He snags a root beer float offered by King and thanks him, saying, "These are always the best when they're frosty. Much obliged."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>June 10, 2014, 07:40:18 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bride looked at her chair and began scratching her chin before looking around the entire room with a mix of curiosity, disbelief and hunger. "I'm still trying to figure out how this place isn't utterly covered in ants."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>June 10, 2014, 07:46:18 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Didn't you know?" asked King from the background, "It is protected by a high-tech force field!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>June 10, 2014, 07:51:18 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bride raised her index finger to question it but then thought otherwise and rolled with it. "Well at least the house is always fresh." <br>She said with a smile and poked her chair a few times out of curiosity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>June 26, 2014, 10:56:49 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				King walks in and places his freshly made cake on the table before moving to his chair to relax.<br><br>(http://mentalfloss.com/sites/default/files/565jeffois_6.jpg)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baneare</strong> on <strong>June 27, 2014, 08:38:43 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				::Pops in and sees the cake adorned with fake blood...and snorts.:: Cute.<br><br>Heyla folks, anyone home? I'd hate ta barge in if no one be here...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>explorer92620</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2014, 06:01:24 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Summertime, California girl, first day here just came from the beach, wearing a cute white summer microdress&nbsp; wandering around, walking in the Gingerbread House after Dovel and Blythe mentioned it, curious and excited, soooo beautiful and cozy, cute microdress tight like a second skin to my voluptuous body feeling a bit out of place but loving the gorgeous details in the house, pulling microdress down in an unsuccessful attempt to make it longer....bringing a box of Godiva chocolates for the hosts....tip toeing to avoid stilettos' hollow noises as I slowly walk around in a like trance mode admiring it all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>explorer92620</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2014, 07:42:42 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				curious, walking around, the The Gingerbread House seems to be empty, sitting by the cozy fireplace....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2014, 09:52:12 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Skye walks into the GBH wondering how things have been going since he had stepped out.* "Looks like this place is starting to liven up again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>explorer92620</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2014, 08:33:15 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				shyly smiling at Skye as I see him walking in, wondering who he is. The cozy fire keeping me warm despite my microdress, feeling my outfit a bit out of place here but loving the ambiance bravely deciding to stay and see if I can make some new friends.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2014, 08:42:56 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe slinks into the Gingerbread house, as it has been ages since he has visited this humble but cozy abode. He is dressed in a dapper suit, a fedora hat, and finds his favorite chair to flop down in.<br><br>"Greetings to everyone who has found their way here. I'm Blythe, one of the proprietors of the Gingerbread House. By all means, make yourselves at home. There are plenty of sweets and while things are sometimes a bit slow around the place, it is very pleasant here," he announces to all in the House.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>explorer92620</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2014, 08:54:20 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				summoning courage, standing up, pulling down my white microdress that has hiked up, looking at myself in the window's reflection adjusting the top too and making sure my hair looks alright, then timidly walking towards Blythe to introduce myself, supple breasts bouncing delicately as my heels hit the ground. Standing between him and the fire.&nbsp; &nbsp;Heart pounding fast, and blushing a little as I bend over, softly introducing myself as a newcomer, and present the host with a cute Godiva box of chocolates.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>explorer92620</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2014, 09:02:17 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				close the Blythe as I introduce myself notice how well he dress, and compliment him on his Fedora hat, love the style. It exudes confidence and attention to detail.....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2014, 09:05:56 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe smiles and takes the chocolates, tipping his fedora hat to Explorer and thanking her for the compliment. "Godiva? A very classy brand! It's a pleasure to see that you've found the Gingerbread House. If you like, I can show you around the House and explain how things work here. Possibly we can nab refreshments. It's a warm day out, and I could use a drink."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>explorer92620</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2014, 09:14:27 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Totally !! would love to see more of the house,&nbsp; smiling back at Blythe &amp; loving how attentive he is (low alcohol tolerance but don't want to dampen the mood). Love Godivas, aren't they the best? *trying to make some small talk, feeling immediately silly after saying it.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2014, 09:20:09 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe chuckles and says, "Any drink you can conceive of is available in the Gingerbread House in our kitchen and pantry area. Although I agree that Godiva chocolates are really superb, a cut above all other chocolates." He offers her his arm to escort her around, and begins a small tour.<br><br>"Aislinn and Dovel, two of our fabulous Mentors, are often here at the house. In the back are their respective rooms, if I remember rightly, so each of them can respectively have a cozy place to relax and venture out to say hi when they wish." He walks with Explorer and waves a black-gloved hand to the kitchen, which is pristine, white, and decked to the brim with ever imaginable sweet a place called the Gingerbread House might have. He mentions, "Kitchen! The refrigerator has drinks, if you'd like anything. I personally prefer sweet tea, as alcoholic beverages would not really be appropriate for the Gingerbread House."<br><br>He nabs a drink of tea for himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2014, 09:21:10 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				King walks in, pulling a wheeled crate filled with Dr. Pepper, Coke, Root Beer, Sprite, Pepsi, and other assorted soft drinks, <em>"Good evening, everyone!&nbsp; Just restocking the drinks.&nbsp; Please, have some!"</em>&nbsp; King wheels the crate to the giant refrigerator and opens it up, moving the drinks, one bottle and can at a time inside it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>explorer92620</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2014, 09:32:56 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				thanks, everybody is soo welcoming, making me fee a bit more at ease with every minute it passes, walking to King, accepting his beverage invitation, accidentally showing off deep cleavage while bending over to take a diet coke from the crate he just brought in while I introduce myself and politely stay away from the carbs as I treat my beach body like the temple it is....then re-tracing the short steps back to where Blythe is to resume the tour...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2014, 09:38:23 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe inclines his head and nabs an extra soda from KS, saying, "Hey, Dr. Pepper. I'll definitely take one of those for later. One of my favorite drinks, man. Much obliged." He says to Explorer, "The Gingerbread House is not too terribly large. The front room we just came from, which is always cozy, always has a light on for newcomers, and always has a variety of books and entertainment. There are a few other assorted spots, very small, where we keep any spare enchantments or helpful tools that keep the place up."<br><br>He bows politely and says, "And my apologies, but I must excuse myself for the time being. A pleasure meeting you and showing you around, Explorer."<br><br>Blythe takes his leave, having a few things to attend to that will keep him away from the House for a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>explorer92620</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2014, 09:43:52 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				bowing back, "thanks for showing me around, it's been my pleasure" walking back to the cozy front room and in search of a book to read and curl up by the fire while waiting...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2014, 09:45:15 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				King smiles and nods, handing Blythe his drink, <em>"You are very much welcome, my friend."</em>&nbsp; He nods politely at explorer and finishes putting the drinks away, <em>"Pleasure to met you, Miss, but I must be going.&nbsp; Supper will not make itself."</em><br><br>King tips his hat, disposes the crate, and heads out the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>explorer92620</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2014, 09:47:38 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling back at King, pleasure to meet you too and thanks for the Coke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>July 07, 2014, 10:30:29 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Letting Blythe and KS have there due as proprieters but stepping up to the lovely lady* (Skye is a blue anthromorphic fox with the outfit of a ranger so a bow on his back and leathers for clothing with a hooded cloak for the chill. The hood is curently down.)<br><br>*Returning the smile the lady had given him early being carefull not to let his sharp teeth show as they kind of scared the last girl he talked to here.*<br><br>"Nice to meet you lady. My name is Skye." *He moves closer to the fire so he and his clothes can dry out.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>explorer92620</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2014, 09:48:18 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The day had been long, beach in the AM and PM and Ginger Bread House in the evening meeting interesting people, happy and feeling like taking a long bath but haven’t packed for the long wait so decide to stay overnight.&nbsp; The GBD seems empty, walking around and back to the rooms that Blythe showed me earlier, both empty.&nbsp; Walking in one of them, it is a cozy as the rest of the house, furniture is comfy and inviting, cute bed and beautiful sofa, just the perfect size, has it’s own full bathroom and a small fireplace keeping it warm. My skin feels a bit dry after sunbathing earlier and don’t have my creams so I decide to take a long relaxing bath to hydrate, feeling safe and taking minor precautions, bringing a small chair I put against the door, then slowly undressing, laying my delicate skin tight white microdress on the bed, away from the&nbsp; fire so that the fibers don’t absorb up the sweet smoke smell….always found doing my own mix of yoga &amp; ballet stretches on my heels, as my teacher showed to train for balance, soothing perfect light exercise to finish the day before the long bath……The bathtub fills up while I exercise and wash my mesh g string, the only one I got since I haven’t packed,&nbsp; and lay it near the fireplace to dry while I take the bath……relaxing and mentally reviewing the day events like pictures in my head…stepping out of the bathtub, my skin feeling silky and hydrated again….walking back to the room wrapped in a towel….loving the place, sooo cozy, putting on the heels back as I feel the hardwood floors a bit cold…looking around decide to sleep on the sofa which is closer to the fireplace than the bed….layng the towel by the fireplace to dry and put on the now dry mesh g string….walking a few steps to the small library and browsing … picking up a National Geographic leather bund collection of magazines ……laying on the sofa on my stomach and start reading , the warm of the fireplace intensifying now that I’m closer, feeling soooo nice, I comb my hair with my fingers as I read, flipping pages, and find an article about indigenous hunters in Brazil and Africa….gasping the sight of the first picture, two hunters entirely naked and…emmm..their privates are exposed and…wow…huge…..i smile and blush …..continue combining and flipping pages and looking at the pictures in detail…..these hunters have beautiful hard bodies&nbsp; and perfect white teeth…it is getting late….and I fall asleep and have wild pleasant dreams in the GBD…
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2014, 10:17:20 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>She must have been really tired, or focused, I don't think I blend in that well with the surrounding at least not in the house.</em> *He dozes off as she does trying not to interrupt her sense of calm and relaxation.*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2014, 02:53:57 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Note From Staff</span></div><br>The Gingerbread House is a <strong>Non-Adult Roleplay Setting</strong>.&nbsp; Please keep descriptions and actions appropriate to what might be seen in a movie appropriate for minors.<br><br><br>We now return you to your regularly scheduled roleplay.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariel</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2014, 03:02:34 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				/me puts a party hat on Oniya as she bounces out.<br><br>;D
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2014, 03:06:50 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				King walks in through the door, holding it open as Oniya heads out, and heads to the counter with a huge tray in his arms. (supported by his psychic powers of course!)&nbsp; He unviels a lot of freshly made Rose Cupcakes:<br><br>(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llx9xryHla1qfj6wko1_1280.jpg)<br><br><em>"Afternoon, dear Ariel.&nbsp; Please, have a cupcake!"</em>&nbsp; He offers her a tasty cupcake.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2014, 03:14:41 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*whispers* "Shhhh everyone, the little exploring lady is sleeping." *still whispering* "Hey KS, how you been?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>explorer92620</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2014, 09:18:29 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				... waking up to a beautiful day...walking to the kitchen where the aroma of fresh coffee and freshly baked cookies is sooo tempting....pouring me a small cup of coffee and two gingerbread cookies, walking to the main room and sitting by the fire....smiling and saying hello to lemaunt702, the only one she sees in the GBH at the moment...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2014, 09:32:25 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Skye's ears perk up as the young lady that was asleep earlier start to gather herself for the morning. He looks around curious as to where everyone vanished. Shakes his as it seems to happen all the time here. " Hello there, nice to meet you mind if I join you in some sweets but no coffee please." He stands to get some cookies and a glass of milk before joining her near the fire. He takes a bite out of the cooking then laps some milk out of his glass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>explorer92620</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2014, 12:37:39 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg10233667#msg10233667">Quote from: lemaunt702 on July 09, 2014, 09:32:25 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Skye's ears perk up as the young lady that was asleep earlier start to gather herself for the morning. He looks around curious as to where everyone vanished. Shakes his as it seems to happen all the time here. " Hello there, nice to meet you mind if I join you in some sweets but no coffee please." He stands to get some cookies and a glass of milk before joining her near the fire. He takes a bite out of the cooking then laps some milk out of his glass.<br><br><br>Smiling shyly Skye as he joins me by the cozy fire , * sure you can join me, I slept here, I'm waiting for my approval, I don't <br>even Brough proper clothing * pointing at my summer micro dress * didn't expect to be this long&nbsp; &nbsp;..... Wondering how long he had&nbsp; been been in the house and if he had watched me sleep as i notice his long tongue lapping milk.....*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;slowly chewing a delicious cookie</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2014, 04:08:19 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My approval took a while. There were people who applied after me that were getting approved before me so caused myself a bit of worry but it turned out ok in the end."<br><br>I've been here since Blythe and KS gave you the tour but I went to sleep also.<br><br>(Not sure if you caught the discription of my character or not.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>explorer92620</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2014, 08:18:04 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(yes, I read your character&nbsp; description the moment you posted,&nbsp; fiirst time playing with an anthromorphic character, curious about it, please tell me more, I know how his head looks like Sharp teeth and all,&nbsp; the long clothing covering him up, what kind of body he has, he has a bow, may be he is a warrior and justor a hunter, guessing he must be in really good shape) thanks for sharing that....smiling...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>explorer92620</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2014, 08:27:57 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(using my phone, excuse typos) asking him how does an approval look like * combing and twirling my hair with my finger while softly&nbsp; &nbsp;tilting my head to the side ass I feel the warmth fire on my body relaxing me
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>explorer92620</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2014, 10:24:38 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				laying on the sofa on my stomach, by the fire, reading a book.....GBH kind of quiet....wondering if i should stay here another night or see if there are any other houses nearby...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>July 12, 2014, 04:22:39 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Sorry I only get to get on the computer only for maybe 2 hours a day but only about 30 mins during then night where the internet works)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kittenlove</strong> on <strong>July 12, 2014, 12:44:21 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bounces into the house. Looking around and setting my bags down. My large, cat ears turn at the sounds and i smile, my whiskers quivering as i smell the delightful aroma of fresh baked goods. "hello everyone, i am kitten!" i announce as i walk off into the kitchen for a saucer of milk, not waiting for a response as i dont usually get too many anyway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>July 12, 2014, 12:53:02 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peeks in before setting out a tray of brownies- Morning everybody. Or afternoon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 12, 2014, 05:48:39 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Climbs up on the roof of the Gingerbread House and chews on the chimney</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 12:41:20 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				-wanders past a random gingerbread house in the middle of a random forest that I happen to randomly be in because I am a total fan of all things random.- A Ginger... -Stops a little nonplussed as I notice someone appears to be munching on the chimney of all things.- Ummm Are you 100% sure that's sanitary? And not <em>stale</em>? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 12:46:15 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Phloughphie stumbles into view and he's hungry.&nbsp; He's looking for a safe place to eat the pie he has been hiding from syk.&nbsp; <em>"You know,"</em> he thinks to himself, <em>"if i was up on top I could see if she was coming."</em>&nbsp; Laboriously he climbed, it's laborious because that sounds a lot more difficult.&nbsp; The only part that wasn't easy was balancing the pie on one hand.&nbsp; After strenuously climbing for over an hour or five minutes, whichever was less, he achieved his goal.&nbsp; He pulled out a pie server,&nbsp; <em>"Hey!&nbsp; I didn't know I had that."</em> and slices the pie into 8 parts.&nbsp; He slides the pie server under one wedge and lifts it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 01:03:57 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Pauses her munching, sniffing the air with a cartoonish hunk of gingerbread still her mouth. Spits out the chunk of chimney.</em><br><br>I smell... I smell... Squad.<br><br>I mean pie. <br><br><em>Sneaks, oh so sneakily, across the frosted roof tiles. Oh so carefully, oh so cautiously, would a madman be so cautious? Eventually she spots Fluffalot perched on the eaves, balancing a pie in his hand. A wicked grin splits her face. She goes to spring, the tile under her feet gives way and she goes careening off the roof and lands on an ill placed passer-by.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 01:11:55 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing the racket and the noise Phloughpie does the noble thing.&nbsp; He protects the pie by eating a slice.&nbsp; "AJ?&nbsp; Is that you?&nbsp; I have pie up here."&nbsp; He slides the server under another wedge of pie?<br><br>Ther was no answer from AJ so he peeks over the edge and see syk!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 01:18:35 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				AJ watches quietly as Phloughphie approaches the house in the clearing. When he starts scaling the side of the house, one handed while holding what looks incredibly like a pie, the blinkblink that follows is involuntary. <br><br>"Ummm," she murmurs quietly taken in by the whole spectacle of the situation. I mean, this isn't something you see everyday! Just about to take several steps back to get a better angle on the whole view, AJ takes a glancing blow from a falling roof tile to the shoulder. Which is to say nothing of the flying body that takes her to the ground in a ungraceful tangle of limbs. <br><br>"Oof," she grunts as the air leaves her lungs. Her voice, once she finally manages to drag air back into her lungs, comes out quivery."Pi.pie?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 01:21:26 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Groans and rolls off whomever it is she has landed upon, but remains laying on the ground staring up and Fluffster and the pie, which fate had so cruelly torn from her grasp.</em><br><br>I will get you my pretty, and you little pie too! Oh what a cruel, cruel world!<br><em><br>Shakes a fist in the general vicinity of the roof/sky.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 01:52:59 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Gotta crash. Night all. It was really nice meeting you!)<br><br>Once free of the weight, AJ rolled to her side and pushed to her feet. There may have been a stagger or two as she righted herself, one hand going to her forehead. <br><br>"I could have sworn I heard something about pie," she mumbled as she wandered off into the forest making for home and the nebulous thought of acetaminophen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 02:54:06 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Skye walks out side to see what all the comotion is about outside the house. Usually everything seems to happen inside. He takes in the scene of two people on the ground and asks "Everything ok out here? Hope no one's hurt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 05:10:23 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meanwhile back on the roof, Phloughphie thinks he saw ajtrue and syk together and isn't sure what that means.&nbsp; Was it coincidental?&nbsp; Are they plotting against him, and his pie of course.&nbsp; Did syk attack ajtrue?&nbsp; Did ajtrue attack syk?&nbsp; Most importantly, though, Phloughphie still has the pie and he is alone so he eats another slice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 05:13:56 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Phloughphie hears lemaunt702 and responds.&nbsp; "My pie survived so all is good, I think.&nbsp; Do you want a piece of pie ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 06:55:09 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking to the roof of the building noticing the man sitting on top. "Sure I'd like a piece. Also could fix the chimney while your up there it seems some has take a bite out of it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 07:09:42 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's pretty quiet down there." Phloughphie says to lemaunt702. &nbsp;"Are they alright?&nbsp; Or are they plotting to get the pie?&nbsp; I mean anyone who would eat a chimney..."&nbsp; Phloughphie shivers at the thought of that.&nbsp; "What would they do to a poor defenseless pie like this peach pie I have."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lemaunt702</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 07:16:34 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well one of them left and the other one as you can see shaking her fist at you in frustration. So per Aukum's Razor I can only asume that she was going after the pie before she fell off the roof.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 07:25:26 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That would be syk."&nbsp; Phloughphie grins boyishly.&nbsp; "Of course I give her pie if she quits trying to steal it."&nbsp; He laughs as he peeks over the roof edge but he still holds the pie securely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 11:38:48 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Shouts at Fluffington, not enjoying being talked over like a child.</em><br><br>Must you take away every joy in my life? What is there without the great and time honored pie hunt?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 11:56:25 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Keep back.&nbsp; This pie is wounded.&nbsp; There's a wound on it oozing juice like all fruit pies do.&nbsp; There are only 5 slices left.&nbsp; I've got a pie server and I'm not afraid to use it!"&nbsp; He slidest he pie server under another slice,
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 12:03:59 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Rolls to her feet, pulling a sling shot off her belt. Wild eyed she takes a few steps back to get an optimum shot. She pulls back the sling, aiming carefully.</em><br><br>Bring me the pie! I am not afraid to use this! 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 12:20:17 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Phloughphie starts to say something then his eyes go wide.&nbsp; He says "AJ got a pie?" then ducks behind the chimney.&nbsp; From nehind the chimney you hear "Free pie here!&nbsp; Get your free pie"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 12:30:58 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Runs around the corner of the house, sling still drawn taut, upon getting a clear shot, lets fly the dastardly projectile. It whizzes through the air with the sound of an angry swarm. A sharp metallic clang rings out, and a flash of light. The pie server is knocked through the air, glinting in the sunlight as it turns end over end, before falling blade first and sticking firmly in the ground.</em> <br><br>Tempt me not, oh fiendishly fluffy one, to draw this weapon a second time! Chances are it will be much less epic.&nbsp; ;D
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 12:38:52 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It was really too bad that your slice of pie was on that server.&nbsp; Now it's on the roof."&nbsp; He is quiet and you hear pie-eating sounds.&nbsp; Then he says "Down to 3.&nbsp; 3 slices remain."&nbsp; He pulls a rock out of his bountiful pocket and rolls it down the other side of the roof.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 01:27:41 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Grabs another shot from a different belt pouch, and launches it, it crumbles covering Flufferio with sneezing powder.</em><br><br>You know if you just learned to share we wouldn't be having a stand off.&nbsp; :P
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 01:53:02 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Me share?&nbsp; Of course I would.&nbsp; I'm just making sure that the pie is safe from villainesses who would devour it unceremoniously."&nbsp; He slides each remaining slice of pie into a Zip- Loc bag and pockets the 3 bags.&nbsp; Then he carefully reaches out with the pie tin and eases it over the peak of the roof.&nbsp; "CRAP!" he says as the tin slides down making metallic noises.&nbsp; "I lost it!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 02:05:13 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Uncerimoniously? UNCERIMONOUSLY!?<br><br>My honor, sir, you have wounded it. If you think I do not love and savor each and every single slice of pie like the sacred libation it is than you are in the wrong, not me. <br><br>For such a grievous offense to my good name and reputation, I challenge you to a duel! Face me vile knave! Water balloons at ten paces! 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 02:31:58 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"10 paces?&nbsp; That's so faaarrr...&nbsp; How about 1 pace?"&nbsp; He mentally measures 1 pace.&nbsp; "Yeah.&nbsp; 1 pace."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 02:34:13 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				We shall split the difference, 3 and 7/16ths paces! <em>Picks up a few water balloons from a conveniently placed bucket. When did that get there?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 02:42:48 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulls out one Zip-Loc bag containing pie.&nbsp; "I'm ready!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 02:48:57 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fi! Do not play games with me, you must come down here and face properly. Don't you know anything about dueling?<br><br><em>Rearranges the water balloons and fishes in her pocket until she produces a tiny book, the title carefully penned in tiny gilt letters "The Rules, Regulations, and Etiquette of Ceremonial Honor Duels Resulting From Pastry Related Misunderstandings for the Novice and Expert". With extreme care she tosses the small but solemn tome to Fluffius.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 02:59:37 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moves to one pace and readies then deftly extracts said pie slice from the Zip-Loc bag and inserts the pointy end into a pie hole, syk's pie hole.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 03:05:30 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Chokes on the pie, dies, collapsing on the ground only for her body to dissolve into pixelated light. After a long moment she reappears several feet away next to a colorful lamp-post looking thing, accompanied by more pixelated light and a sarcastic, robotic female voice thanking her for choosing Hyperion.</em><br><br>Dammit. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 03:13:20 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He notices that syk is daydreaming again for he only inserted enough for a small bite... of pie, peach pie.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 03:18:12 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(You just jealous cause you can't see the pretty lights too. :P Herpderpderp)<br><em><br>Blinks and looks around dazed.</em><br><br>Is it Tuesday?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 04:01:57 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes it is Tuesday but I have a plan.&nbsp; Let's disorient everyone else by calling it Monday."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 04:08:46 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That would indeed, throw a wrench into those working insidiously from the shadows. <em>Squints, turning her face up to gauge the position of the sun.</em> <br><br>I believe it is time for a drink. <em>Slowly rolls to her feet, with much grumbling a popping of joints, stretches and heads for the door of the cookie construct.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 05:03:44 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Phloughphie follows syk but without the gyrations and sound effects.&nbsp; He wonders if she will notice that he seems to have most of her slice of pie yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 05:08:46 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Walks into the house, and if by instinct finds the liquor, hidden inside a faux globe. Pours two drinks and then thinking that maybe Fluffules would want one as well, pours a third. Turning she holds out the glass, looking at him in a grumpy manner until he accepts it.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 05:18:35 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Phloughphie was only grumpy because she gave him one of those miniature glasses more suited to a doll house than a real house and he says this matter of factly while standing in a house made from baked goods.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 05:24:12 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I didn't buy the glasses, if you don't like it take it up with management. <em>Blows a raspberry at Fluffasaurus as she walks over to the fire place, after inspecting the seating she plops down on the hearth rug.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 06:51:41 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Phloughphie closes his eyes to concentrate and suddenly "I am the genie of the lamp.&nbsp; You get 1 wish master."&nbsp; "I wish that you give syk a pie a day and that the pies never make her gain weight but rather they balance it at what she considers optimum."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 06:58:00 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Bursts into laughter watching Fluffster talking to himself. </em> No more drinks for you! <em>Gestures to indicate that her friend should sit down and relax.</em><br><br>Its been a long day of pie chasing my Fluffy friend, time to unwind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 07:11:05 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sits next to her, right next to her and says "Ask for a pie."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 07:19:48 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Piques an eyebrow at the request but shrugs, quickly knocking back whats left of her second drink.</em><br>Gimme a pie!<br><br><em>A large pie materializes above her and smacks down onto her head, she rolls over onto her side clutching her skull, grumbling about "not having enough to drink for this nonsense". Meanwhile the pie magically floats to the floor, unharmed. Lurching back to an upright position, one hand still tenderly clutching her abused dome, she stares at the pie unblinking.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 07:38:00 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Damn those twisted genies!"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 07:44:30 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Blinks finally, and rubs the goose egg that now graces the top of her head.</em><br><br>Hey a pie! Just like magic!<br><br><em>Possibly a few marbles got knocked loose by the pie, or maybe they were loose already.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 07:51:42 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"1 Genie.&nbsp; 1 pie a day.&nbsp; Special pie, it sets your weight yo your ideal."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 07:54:08 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh my various gods I am gonna be epic. <em>Laughs maniacally.</em> For now pie is the ideal food for hoisting! What more could you want in life?<br><br>It was very generous of you to make my life so pieful, to show my appreciation I think you should share this pie with me. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 08:06:51 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thank you.&nbsp; He pulls his remaining pie out of his pockets and in a pants pocket that must be a bag of holding he finds the biggest damn pie server ever.&nbsp; It fits this pie'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 08:09:58 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One should always be prepared. <em>Unhooks her titanium survival spork from her belt with a unsettling grin.</em> I wonder what type of pie it is. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 08:36:22 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Give it the smell test.&nbsp; My olfactory senses aare weak."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 08:42:05 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Nods, and ever so gently presses the tines of the spork into the pie, creating a small crack in the crust. Despite the small size of that puncture clouds of steam roll out, not unlike a steam train. Leaning forward she inhales deeply of the flavorful steam. After a moment of consideration she speaks.</em><br><br>I do believe this is chicken dumpling pie. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 08:50:15 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then I have a request that you will love hope.&nbsp; When we finish let us give the remainder to widows and orphans.&nbsp; I am an orphan." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 08:53:38 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sounds fair enough. I may not have been an orphan but I am no stranger to having to scrape by through the "food or rent" situations. Besides, I am relatively certain this pie is large enough for a small village. Possibly Pie-zilla.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 08:58:16 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I shoulkd have specified preservatives... Oh well."&nbsp; Time for me to be careful again.&nbsp; What I just backspaced out was not fork.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 09:06:49 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well you know what they say about looking gift donkeys in the teeth and all. <em>Tries a sporkful of the pie, then starts rocking back and forth, letting out a loud "mmMMmmMMmmMMmmm" as her eyes begin to water.</em><br><br>Hot, hot, hot. Good, but hot. Maybe we ought to let it cool down some. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 09:55:31 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Phloughphie pulls a bowl, a spoon, a fork, and a serving spoon out of his pocket and dishes up a big bowl full then swallows dryly then speaks "This is a big step for me syk.&nbsp; Care to share this bowl full with me?" &nbsp;He looks nervous and quivery as he asks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 10:00:19 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Tilts her head to the side inquisitively, unsure what to make of the comment and behavior.</em><br><br>What you never have chicken dumplings before?<br><br><em>Nonplussed and without waiting for an answer she claimed a sporkfull, and, after carefully blowing on it to ensure there would be no repeat of the first tasting incident, popped it into her mouth.</em><br><br>Dumplings are amazing, don't worry they don't bite. Usually. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2014, 10:16:13 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I meant share 'this' bowl' which I am holding.&nbsp; It cools off quicker."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 02:44:31 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Laughs, in a genuine, if somewhat disproportionate to what is going on, way. It struck her as funny for some reason.</em><br><br>Time for another drink I think. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 04:45:55 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				from that seemingly bottomless yet never bulging pocket Phloughphie pulls out a nearly icy glass full of his ultimate beverage, an absolutely perfect example of fruit drink, chocolate milk. &nbsp;"Wait, you say, that's not a fruit." &nbsp;"Aha dear lady, chocolate grows on a tree so it's a fruit.&nbsp; Plainly and simply it is a fruit."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 01:01:44 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fair enough. <em>Takes the glass from his hand without waiting for it to be offered and has a long drink. When she returns the glass she has a foam mustache on her upper lip and is grinning. </em><br><br>I haven't had chocolate milk in ages. I forgot how good it was. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 01:51:12 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It really is a wonder, you know?&nbsp; That wasn't even spilled in this pocket."&nbsp; He takes a&nbsp; generous bite of chicken.&nbsp; Then he scoops up some gravy on a piece of the crust. &nbsp;"Mmm...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 01:56:46 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It wouldn't be a very good magic pocket if all the stuff inside it got messed up. Logic.&nbsp; ;)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 02:08:38 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yesterday it was just a pocket,&nbsp; Now it's magic pocket.&nbsp; I wonder what's next.&nbsp; Oh sure.&nbsp; I know.:."&nbsp; He eats more lunch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 02:11:33 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tomorrow it will be a magic time traveling pocket. <em>Sits back against the stones of the fire place.</em> Which will be dangerous because every time you retrieve something from it you risk be blasted into a different time. Perhaps the future, perhaps the past, with untold danger around each corner. That would be quite an adventure. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 02:33:43 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm.&nbsp; In that case."&nbsp; He takes her hand in his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 02:50:36 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Turns to him, her face etched with a very serious expression. Lowering her voice to a whisper so as not to disturb anyone who takes life more seriously than she does, she speaks.</em><br><br>I was waiting for the right moment to ask this <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">&gt;coughwhenwegetapprovedcough&lt;</span>, but I tend to be a fly by the seat of my pants type. <br><br><em>Her face somehow grows even more solemn.</em><br><br>Fluffington, my friend would you like to <del>spin a story</del> go on a marvelous adventure with me?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 03:08:15 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He leans back and looks at the seat of her pants.&nbsp; It seems in fine condition.&nbsp; "He says do you know why I'm holding your hand?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 03:10:17 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Because it lessens the likelihood of me being able to attack you with my spork without you being aware?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 03:16:22 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nothing so trivial as you sporking my eye out.&nbsp; No, you mentioned my pocket sending me on strange journeys and I thought 'Hell.&nbsp; If that happens I might as well go with a friend.' and so I took the hand of a friend."&nbsp; He has an incredibly serious expression on his face as he speaks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 03:19:23 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Is extremely glad to hear that Fluffster understands the insignificance of minor spork related violence between friends. A mischievous grin splits her face.</em><br><br>Well then, what are we waiting for?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 03:45:43 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He very slowly moves their hands then stops.&nbsp; He drinks the rest of the chocolate milk then pokes their hands in the bottomless pocket.&nbsp; As he does that he has faint thoughts of witches and wardrobes.&nbsp; As he does that he realizes that his eyes are tightly closed and someone is screaming.&nbsp; Further investigation reveals the the screamer is him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 03:58:12 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Looks around confused to why exactly her friend has suddenly started screaming. She holds the spork ready to be used as a weapon in case of emergency.</em><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 04:02:23 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He squints out os one eye.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Where are we?"</span> he whispers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 04:06:28 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Looks around, taking in the surroundings. Its quiet except for a softly echoing dripping noises, which seems almost musical in tone. Its dark, but not completely, some faint glowing seems to be here and there. Slowly her eyes adjust to the dimness, making out strange glowing plants and stone walls.</em><br><br>Uh, I think we may be in a cave. <em>Pokes the rock with a spork to make sure it is not an illusion. It is not.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 04:13:24 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a big LED flashlight and hands it to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 04:41:46 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Accepts the flash light but doesn't turn it on, not wanting to alert anything to their presence unduly</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 04:45:19 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"syk?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 05:36:09 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Shooshes Fluffero and listens intently, fairly certain that there had been a sinister sound between two of the drips</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 05:44:22 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sits quietly but is ready in case there needs to be rapid hands in pocket movement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 09:00:26 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Creeps forward, both flashlight and spork at the ready, visions of zombies, shoggoths, and other disturbing cave dwellers running through her head.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 09:10:09 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He creeps along behind her.&nbsp; When she stops he creeps right up on top of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 09:22:57 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Knocked off balance she flails for several long moments, teetering on her tip toes before regaining her footing and slumping against what seems to be a stalagmite to catch her breath.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 09:38:59 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she flials he grabs onto her.&nbsp; <em>"Oh!"</em>&nbsp; He moves that hand a few inches lower.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 09:51:38 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The leaves and branches snapped before the behemoth of a man as he walked through the woods coming upon a cottage made entirely of gingerbread."Does not seem the most structurally sound material to build a house out of, It will in no way be able to withstand if a fight ensues." Said chaos hoping that his usual huge frame would not automatically make people defensive. Chaos walked up and yelled inside "I am a wanderer seeking lodging for the night, perhaps is anyone around?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 09:53:45 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Phloughphie shakes his head "No." which no one can see.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 10:23:45 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>A sound jars her thoughts, but its distant, muted, as if she was underwater. The sound of footsteps which at first had seemed mostly imagined, now seemed very real and growing nearer. Something was flashing warning lights in her brain and she couldn't figure out what. It was right there... What was it? The sounds grew louder, making it impossible to concentrate on the thing she couldn't think of.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 10:48:32 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He has no idea what she is doing so he keeps hanging on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 11:15:57 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Closing her eyes, she inhales deeply through her nose, trying to focus, trying to find that little nagging thought. She inhaled again. Something familiar... Her eyes snapped open, she grabbed Fluff roughly by the shoulder. Her voice was strained.</em><br><br>We have to go, now. <br><br><em>She started back toward where they had come from pushing him ahead of her, muttering a litany of profanity under her breath.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2014, 11:24:23 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moves as fast as she pushes and guides him,
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 03:20:25 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>When they got back to the spot at which they had first appeared, they found themselves in a dead end. Fear raced through her veins, not the quavering, nebulous fear of the unknown, but the sharp, hard fear of knowing quite exactly what waits in the darkness just out of sight. The cave, which had for short moments seemed like some sort of beautiful underground bastion felt more like a tomb with each passing moment. Even the glowing flora that inhabited it began to seem sinister. <br><br>Over the steady drip drip and the harsh sounds of her own breathing Syk could just make out the almost sounds of what lived within the cave. Profanity continued to spill from her lips, her grip on her companions arm tightened, and she started shouting for him to take them back. She could feel herself make the words, but couldn't hear them, her ears were completely focused on the soft scraping sound, almost as if a breeze were moving over a rough surface, so soft and quiet it was. She was still talking, vaguely aware in some distant part of her mind that Fluffy was responding, but her eyes were locked on the darkness behind them. <br><br>The scraping noise was getting closer, more insistent. Like the soft chords of insanity it whispered in her ear, drowning out everything else. She knew soon she would be able to see the horror once again, yet her eyes refused to shut it out. She gazed into that darkness, unable to look away.<br><br>With a sickening lurch the world shifted around her, tipping her over the edge of panic for a moment. She swung around wildly with the spork, only to stumble over an over sized pie tin. After a frantic look around she realized they were back in the gingerbread house, standing right where they had been before. She laughed, the sweet laugh of escaping with her life. Syk let go of her friend's arm with a sheepish grin. <br><br>From outside came the sounds of bellowing and stomping, as if someone had unleashed a stampede near the house. Moving to one of the windows she threw open the casements to the cool evening air, a chill crawling over her as she thought how good it was to no longer be in the cave. She yelled out to the one who was making a ruckus to pipe down and come inside if that's what he was after. Syk stayed sitting on the window sill, breathing in the cool air and letting the unpleasant rush ebb out into the twilight sky.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 03:42:43 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If only we had had a light we could have seen what was happening.&nbsp; I plan to take a light next time.&nbsp; And more chocolate milk, too.&nbsp; And ice cream."&nbsp; Phloughphie hugged syk and added "Was it good for you, too?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 10:13:37 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now that they are back he wanders around a little noticing the ever present fragrance of&nbsp; ginger lingering on the air.&nbsp; He returns to syk but she still seems distant and away. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 10:20:00 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All of this ginger odor is making him hungry again.&nbsp; He takes a small bite of the edga of a piece of molding around a door. <em> "Hmm.&nbsp; ginger alright.&nbsp; But yuck!&nbsp; Stale!!"</em>&nbsp; He spits it out into his hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 11:00:31 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chaos thought he heard someone yell something but he was not sure what had been yelled. He proceeded to crack the door open and said "I could not make out what you were saying , did you give me permission to enter?" Asking no one in particular.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 11:07:52 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Phloughphie responds with "Not my house so not my rules.&nbsp; I don't think that the door has a lock."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 11:57:43 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Speaks suddenly, addressing no one in particular, seeming slightly off beat with what is happening around her. A ghost of smile is painted briefly on her lips</em><br><br>Some things are better left unseen.<br><br><em>Syk rubs her face and then rakes her hand up through her hair. Tipping her head back she laughs, heartily, as if some sort of switch has been thrown she is back to normal.</em><br><br>The time has come, my friends, to talk of other things: of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings!<br><br><em>She crosses to the door with a few long strides, throwing it wide and glaring at the man outside.</em><br><br>Do you plan to dwaddle on the door step all day, or are you perhaps only here to sell over priced cookies?<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 12:15:57 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chaos is taken aback when a beautiful woman throws the door open and ask if he would coming inside. "Well, if the women inside are half as beautiful as you I would be an idiot to not enter," he said, taking Syk's hand kisses it before moving inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 12:19:58 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Wrinkles her nose and wipes her hand off on her pants, not wanting to have the lunatic cooties spread, only to be brusquely pushed to the side as the man barged through the door.</em><br><br>I don't think this one has a day pass, he is an escapee for sure. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 12:32:51 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chaos walked into the living area falling onto one of the chairs, it squeaked barely holding the giants frame. "So do I need to fetch my own food and drink or does this place have wenches to tend to me?'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 12:39:01 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wenches to attend you? <em>Starts to chuckle, which slowly grows into a fit of laughter that has her doubled over. Slowly she regains control of herself, wiping a tear from her eye and still occasionally spurting a laugh. </em><br><br>I don't know what sort of establishment you think this is, but I doubt there is going to be anyone attending you, as you say. Actually I am not even certain that the proprietors realize we are crashing around there place, they seem to be conspicuously absent.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 12:51:20 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not sure but some of the ladies here might geld you if you pressed that issue.&nbsp; I bring stuff here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 12:52:46 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"well I thought this was an inn," said Chaos, as he stood up and headed to the kitchen to find some food. Once there started looking around slamming cabinets as he was getting hungry, his blood lust was building and he needed to find some food and drink before he snapped. He let out a roar of rage before continuing his search. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 12:55:31 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Grins at Fluffington. </em><br><br>A man of wisdom you are my friend. Though if needed I shall defend your honor. <br><br><em>What more she might have said was cut short by the sound of a war waging in the kitchen. She leans on the door frame observing the havoc, gesturing conspiratorially to Fluffules and snickering at the proceedings </em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 01:08:25 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Phloughphie hums to himself as he eats a ham and Havarti on sourdough rye sandwich.&nbsp; Several bread and butter pickle slices are between the cheese and meat just like Sheldor suggested.&nbsp; Another glass of chocolate milk rounds out his meal.&nbsp; When he is done eating his humming turns to singing or something totally unrelated to it.<br><br>“A little each hour,<br>Then a little bit more,<br>I’ll get the power,<br>I’ll up my score.<br>One post at a time,<br>One post at a time,<br>I’ll make Enchanted,<br>One post at a time."<br><br>Then he asks syk if she wants a sandwich and then hr shuts up.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 01:14:27 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Pulls her sling shot back out, head tilted as she listened to Fluffy's silly song. From her pocket a bean is produced, slipped into the cradle of the sling and then launched at the riotous new comers backside, a smart thwik marking its success. The evidence is then quickly hidden away in pockets. Turning Syk joins in the silly song, eyes glittering with mischief and suppressing giggles between lines.</em><br><br>Every day, every night<br>My count grows to quite a sight!<br>Every night, every day<br>How large will it get, no one can say! 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 01:32:39 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chaos felt the small object hit him in the backside, turning around He walked with slow deliberation towards the cute spunky female. "I am sorry for my conduct earlier my lady, I am hungry and I have been standing at the door for most of the night I hope you can understand."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 01:39:54 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Call me lady again and I am gonna think your trying to pick of fight. <em>Standing up straighter she glowered, disliking other people being taller than herself. </em><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 02:01:14 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Letting out a laugh Chaos asked,"Well then ..uh..mam..what is your name so I do not make the same mistake again." Looking into her eyes , he liked the fire he saw there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 02:06:45 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>She wrinkled her nose at being ma'amed, wondering absently if she looks old enough to be a ma'am, old ladies were ma'ams. Syk glared at the male one more time for good measure before offering a calloused hand for a shake.</em><br><br>Syk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 03:58:05 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Phloughphie steps over to syk and hugs her.&nbsp; "But you are a Lady, syk,&nbsp; and I seem to be a Lord."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 04:04:58 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well met Syk I am sorry if I have offended you, and you are sir," asked Chaos, Looking at the interaction of the two he wondered to himself if they were together.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 04:05:20 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No! Never! You can't make me! You will never take me alive! <em>Runs outside, rolls in a mud puddle, assaults an unfortunate passer-by, climbs to the top of a very tall tree, does the Tarzan yell, and then takes one more spin in the mud before coming back inside. </em><br><br>Female or not, lady is one thing I shall never be. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 08:18:37 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Phloughphie returns to the Gingerbread House geared up for another adventure and begins looking for syk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 16, 2014, 09:42:01 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Walks in, shaking off mud everywhere.</em><br><br>Much better!&nbsp; ;D<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 17, 2014, 04:19:52 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				syk, you are so dirty!&nbsp; Fortunateli I like that in a woman. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 17, 2014, 10:08:13 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A little mud is good for the soul. Also its pretty tacticool camouflage. <em>Chuckles</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>July 17, 2014, 10:40:53 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That tactical camouflage could be dangerous.&nbsp; I might put a hand, probably mine, in the wrong place&nbsp; because the right place was camouflaged.&nbsp; I suppose I'd just have to say that I didn't see it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 17, 2014, 11:13:31 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A dangerous game, I'm not sure it would be worth the risk. <em>Laughs and heads to the kitchen for some water, mud was not as tasty as it may appear.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>July 17, 2014, 11:26:14 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg10268501#msg10268501">Quote from: Phloughphie on July 17, 2014, 10:40:53 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"That tactical camouflage could be dangerous.&nbsp; I might put a hand, probably mine, in the wrong place&nbsp; because the right place was camouflaged.&nbsp; I suppose I'd just have to say that I didn't see it."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>And it would have be moved to another section of the site.&nbsp; PG-13 here, please.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 17, 2014, 01:15:58 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chaos headed back into the kitchen as the two went about there business. "I will find you mead if its the last thing I do," Chaos said to the fridge. He started tossing everything out of the fridge looking for his drink of choice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 17, 2014, 01:19:32 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Ducks to avoid getting hit by a jar of pickles, but manages not to spill the water she drinking. Pours some in her hand and scrubs it across her face, which had become difficult to move.</em><br><br>You certainly leave a <del>mess</del> impression where ever you go. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 17, 2014, 01:41:04 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chaos Finds a pitcher of ale and says,"well this will have to work." Hearing Syk behind him he turns around. Taking a huge gulp straight from the pitcher he burps loudly, and says "well tis better to be remembered than forgotten little one." With the pitcher back to his mouth he heads back to the living area to take a seat by the fire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 17, 2014, 02:30:22 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Bristles noticeably, eyes darkening in a flash of temper. She downs what remains of her water, looking down into the cup and than back up with a smile with a less than friendly smile crawling across her face. </em><br><br>You would do well to try to make a greater impression on the world than sacker of kitchens and destroyer of crockery. Hardly a worthy reputation.<br><br><em>Leaving her glass in the kitchen she walked back toward the entrance, a roll of her shoulders dislodging the drying mud stuck to her jacket. She pauses at the entrance, as if consider saying more but only shakes her head and continues outside to the old fashioned well pump she had seen in the back garden.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>July 17, 2014, 02:42:14 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe yawns and slinks into the Gingerbread House, a little tired, his top hat dusty with wear and a bit of travel. He breaks off a little piece of the gingerbread door to eat to refresh himself before taking his place in the living room near the roaring fire. He sets down his walking stick, emblazoned with a small falcon and enjoys being back somewhere where he can relax.<br><br>He bids a courteous gentlemanly welcome to all those who are visiting his and his friends' abode.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 17, 2014, 10:34:02 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Strips off her jacket and pumps the old well to get the water flowing, rinsing the garment off in the cool stream from the spigot. Once most of the mud is gone she throws it over a low hanging branch and then makes a halfhearted effort effort to rinse her face and hair. She gives up quickly, takes a long drink of the cool sweet water and then lays down in the grass for a nap.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>onetoughguy2014</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2014, 02:30:18 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Wanders into the house slowly, looking around and wondering if I am in the right place, dress in my t-shirt, jeans and baseball cap. Finding a place to sit down and sighing for a moment.</em><br>This place was hard to find, either that or I need to read better.<br><em>Gets out and heads over to splash some water on my face.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2014, 02:44:06 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Slowly wakes up, blink sleepily. Remaining where she is she looks up at the sky, and wonders just how long she has been napping. Way longer then she meant to obviously. Sits up with a stretch and a yawn, short hair sticking out in all directions, with some added grass and leaves here and there. Syk rolls her shoulders, feeling the knots that formed while she slept. With a sigh she rolls to her feet and shakes off the additions mother nature had added to her hair and outfit, they fall off in a small flurry. Makes a mental note that she needs to stop sleeping in the yards of people she doesn't even know.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2014, 04:19:59 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>It sure is dark out here. Oh wow. What a wonderful. Unassuming. Gingerbread house.</em> Steps a bit closer, to the door, I'm not sure why but it seems like there's people in there.. I guess it couldn't hurt much. If worse comes to worse I can just eat my way out that should work.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2014, 04:42:40 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Syk retrieves her jacket, which is still hanging in the tree, like a forlorn kite, before heading back towards the house. There seemed to be quite a few more people around now, which was rather suspicious. To be on the safe side she decides to do some 007 sneak stuff instead of the easier option of just walking up to the door. Ducking behind bushes, and ninja rolling to one side she can't help but hum the theme song to herself. She is so engrossed in being sneaky she fails to correct her course and ends up colliding with someone. <br><br>Rolling away from the impact she leaps to her feet, finger guns at the ready as she whirls to face what is undoubtedly an enemy agent.</em><br><br>Have at thee! <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2014, 05:55:33 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt someone bump into him and instantly whirled around to find a gun pointed at his face. J looked at her, blinking. <strong>"I haven't even entered this creepy house and I got a gun pointed at me."</strong> He paused for a moment, remembering what he heard a second ago. Unsure, he looked at her past the gun. <strong>"What were you just humming?"</strong> He wasn't quite sure if his ears were playing a trick on him or if she was humming the theme of a spy movie. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2014, 06:04:21 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Keeps her hands up, thumb and pointer fingers still making the shape of a gun, as it seemed to be confusing the person she had bumped into.</em> <br><br>No questions! <br><br><em>She glances from side to side, without lowering her "guns", making sure there was no ambush waiting.</em><br><br>Alright you, in the house. No funny business. <br><br><em>Resumes humming as they head toward the door</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariel</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2014, 06:09:29 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(http://www.candywarehouse.com/assets/item/large/jelly-belly-fruit-bowl-mix.jpg)</div><br><em>Ariel peeks in and wanders inside with some yummy jelly beans for everyone.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>onetoughguy2014</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2014, 06:24:06 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg10282542#msg10282542">Quote from: Ariel on July 20, 2014, 06:09:29 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center">(http://www.candywarehouse.com/assets/item/large/jelly-belly-fruit-bowl-mix.jpg)</div><br><em>Ariel peeks in and wanders inside with some yummy jelly beans for everyone.</em><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Black jelly beans?? Please??<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2014, 06:31:27 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He scoffed and batted away her hands when he caught a more focused look at them. He rolled his eyes, and kept walking but had turned from her. <strong>"I barely have any business, and even less business here. So you won't find any funny business with me."</strong> J opened the door and entered to find the first thing: People all hanging out and a big bowl of jelly beans.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariel</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2014, 06:38:12 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg10282612#msg10282612">Quote from: onetoughguy2014 on July 20, 2014, 06:24:06 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Black jelly beans?? Please??<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Ariel smiles and gladly passes him a bowl. "They're all yours!" she says with a grimace, giggling. Her attention turns to the door, the smile widening as another newcomer finds their way inside. "Hello and welcome!" she calls out, waving him over to the couches. "Have a seat, kick back and relax. Jelly beans?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2014, 06:54:39 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Starts shouting about gun safety as soon as the impatient man knocked her hands aside, shouting after him that he should be glad the didn't go off. Once more left outside by herself she resumes running around amongst the trees, rolling and jumping for no particular reason at all. </em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2014, 08:33:21 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chaos returns from the bathroom to find quite a few more people in the house, taking the last swig of ale from his pitcher he heads to the kitchen to get more. Tossing the pitcher onto the counter he heads for the fridge nearly ripping the doors off of it. Grabbing a huge turkey leg he took a huge bite out of it.Afterwords he tosses it to the floor then grabs a piece of chicken and walked into the front room with it and sits down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>onetoughguy2014</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2014, 10:36:55 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Happily munches on the licorice jelly beans that no one else probably wants.</em><br>Yup, LOVE these, my favorite kind!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariel</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2014, 10:40:11 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ariel grins. "They're all yours! Nasty things," she laughs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2014, 11:15:02 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				J looked back and forth at the odd crew. There was a man tearing off a fridge door... very inefficient, he'd let all of the cold out. Then there were a few sitting, eating... jelly beans? This certainly was a strange place. <strong>"Am I dreaming? Jelly beans, fridge doors being torn off, gingerbread houses?"</strong> He sat down and took what would fit in between his thumb, forefinger and middle finger, placing them in his lap. He took one and allowed it to sit for a few moments, eating slowly and one at a time. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariel</strong> on <strong>July 20, 2014, 11:28:06 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's the Gingerbread House for you!" Ariel said with a giggle and held out the jar of jelly beans. "C'mon, sit down, kick you feet up and relax."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2014, 12:28:53 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				J followed her advice, leaning back and relaxing. As much as he could try, that is. <strong>"This is a weird place. But it's kind of cool."</strong> He scratched his chin, and looked at the fire. <strong>"What's that run off? Redvines?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>onetoughguy2014</strong> on <strong>July 21, 2014, 05:51:31 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Groggily opens his eyes, blinking and looking around the room. Rubbing my eyes as I sit up and try to get my bearings.</em><br>Ugh too early. I need coffee. Like a big cup of strong black coffee.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2014, 07:18:45 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(http://cdn3.whatculture.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Scorcher-VI.png)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">"Who left the fridge open?"</span></em></span></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2014, 07:21:17 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looks away nonchalantly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>onetoughguy2014</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2014, 07:49:42 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg10289058#msg10289058">Quote from: TheWhiteEmperor on July 22, 2014, 07:18:45 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center">(http://cdn3.whatculture.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Scorcher-VI.png)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">"Who left the fridge open?"</span></em></span></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><em>Spurs out my coffee laughing</em><br>I needed that. That just made my day.<br><em>Goes to clean up the mess I just made</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2014, 10:08:32 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glaring in the general direction of Chaos, his oldest and truest friend, but also the most difficult and brutish. Smirking to the reaction of the other male, he laughed in return.<br>"Thank you. I aim to please," he said with a wink. After introducing himself to the others as Leon, he made his way into the home which had been filled with the sweet, lightly spiced aroma of gingerbread. "So, how is everyone doing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2014, 11:25:34 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Is perched in one of the trees, singing silly songs and wearing a paper sailor hat, plinking beans into the house through the open windows. </em><br><br>Tigers are mean! Tigers are fierce! Tigers have teeth and claws that pierce!<br><br>Tigers are great! They can't be beat! If I was a tiger, that would be neat!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2014, 11:34:20 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Leon about time you showed up here my bloodlust was beginning to build," said Chaos as he tossed the chicken bone on the table next to himself. Standing up he said " let us get out of here my sword thirst for blood."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2014, 11:43:53 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A steady clack of something pinging against the floor turned his attention elsewhere for a moment. Something was skittering across the floor. Slow, but one-by-one. Once he caught sight of a bean, he looked to the window only to see another flip through it. A cock of his brow was all he could manage on the matter before Chaos was spewing something from his froth hole.<br><br>The calm, collected of the two brothers-in-arms turned and acknowledged his friend's unnatural condition. A condition which Leon had made his personal mission to appease when he could; the frightening bloodlust for battle. "Ahh, then let us step outside. I would rather not disturb the integrity of this home. I rather like it," he stated plainly before dissipating in a brilliant show of white particles.<br><br>"Hey! What are you muttering about tigers?" asks a handsome voice from below the female poet. He had planned this spot for his encounter with Chaos, only to discover the true origin of the beans he'd noticed before. "Are you alright?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2014, 12:00:42 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tigers are nimble and light on their toes-<br><br><em>Her slightly off key singing is interrupted, and she looks down with a slight frown at the interrupter, plinking a bean toward him without really aiming it. Taking a moment to adjust her paper hat she addressed him in as business like of a tone as she was capable, which was rather not much.</em><br><br>We regret to inform you that this chapter of G.R.O.S.S. is not accepting new members at this time. We appreciate the interest you have shone in our fine organization and will forward that to the global headquarters. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2014, 01:39:30 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg10289916#msg10289916">Quote from: syk on July 22, 2014, 12:00:42 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tigers are nimble and light on their toes-<br><br><em>Her slightly off key singing is interrupted, and she looks down with a slight frown at the interrupter, plinking a bean toward him without really aiming it. Taking a moment to adjust her paper hat she addressed him in as business like of a tone as she was capable, which was rather not much.</em><br><br>We regret to inform you that this chapter of G.R.O.S.S. is not accepting new members at this time. We appreciate the interest you have shone in our fine organization and will forward that to the global headquarters. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The bean harmlessly bounced off the man's forehead, his face blank with an unamused stare. "I'll take that as a no," the man stated, taking a few strides away from her perch to distance himself. <em>She's clearly not quite... all there,</em> Leon pondered, feeling lightly sympathetic for her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2014, 01:59:35 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Continues to plink beans at anything that catches her eyes, resuming her song about the many merits of tigers, though there are clearly no tigers in the area. Tilting her sling shot to an odd angle, she launches a bean at the brass bell outside the gingerbread house door, it hits with a resonant tiiing, then ricochets back toward the stranger, passing closes enough to his ear for the soft whistle it makes to be audible, before becoming lost harmlessly in the grass. Turning her face up to the sunlight filtering through the leaves her singing becomes even louder and more nonsensical. </em><br><br>If I was a tiger I'd have caught the star, <br>gleaming so tempting from afar.<br>With predator's pounce so full of grace,<br>I'd have torn it from its resting place. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>onetoughguy2014</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2014, 02:22:07 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Ducks the flying bean that whizzed past my ear</em><br>Hey watch where you are firing those things!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2014, 02:25:54 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Blows a raspberry in response to demands that she be more responsible with her beans.</em><br><br>Never! <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2014, 03:43:24 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div style="text-align: right;"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Portrait</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://static.zerochan.net/Elsword.full.1717257.jpg)</div></div></div><br>Leon looks toward the house, seeing the man from before having a bit of a fuss with the girl he'd encountered. It would seem she may have been aiming for him instead, but alas it never made it far enough to effect the white-haired male. Scratching at the back of his head, he chuckled to himself as he wondered where his bloodthirsty liability had wandered off to this time. It sure was taking him longer than usual to engage in combat with his eternal friend and rival.<br><br>"Hey, could either of you see if the mindless brute has fallen asleep on me?" Leon asked, looking to both the male and female he'd spoken to before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2014, 03:50:50 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sorry, I don't take requests. Read the sign.<br><br><em>Gestures vaguely with the sling shot. Surprisingly enough there is a sign, but as it's drawn in pictoglyphs is rather unreadable. She plinks a few more beans into the distance, muttering under her breath. Seemingly she is talking to someone, but no one is there.</em><br><br>Now you've made me lose my place, bad form sir. What verse was I on?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2014, 03:55:28 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was proving almost as difficult as the berserker always has done. Still, he smiled and shrugged off the sign as it seemed more like an amalgam of her own creations in a secret, self-designed language; rather than the alternative of some foreign, derelict language of a people not yet educated by words.<br><br>"I believe it went a little something like this:<br><em>With predator's pounce so full of grace,<br>I'd have torn it from its resting place.</em><br>...or somewhere close to that premise," Leon stated, as if he hadn't really been paying too much attention, though he obviously had with his perfect recital.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2014, 04:03:18 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ah yes, the part about ripping him from his heavenly abode. That is rather the best part don't you agree?<br><br><em>She plinks another bean in a high arch, listening as it clatters softly against the roof tiles. Absently a smile flickers across her face as she attempts to "remeber" the next portion of the song, which doesn't exist yet.</em><br><br>In darkening sky none can see<br>Just who will emerge, the star or me?<br>Yet what is more tangled of fate, <br>than this tiger and the star she ate...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>onetoughguy2014</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2014, 07:13:16 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Heads back in with a small bag</em><br>Hey Syk, here!<br><em>Tosses over a new bag of beans</em><br>It's to help your aim. :)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2014, 12:44:24 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Catches the bag and in one smooth motion bows from the waist and doffs her paper hat.</em><br><br>This contribution to my arsenal is appreciated good sir, it shall not go to waste. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>onetoughguy2014</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2014, 03:59:23 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg10293503#msg10293503">Quote from: syk on July 23, 2014, 12:44:24 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Catches the bag and in one smooth motion bows from the waist and doffs her paper hat.</em><br><br>This contribution to my arsenal is appreciated good sir, it shall not go to waste.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>Pulls out the umbrella I got and opens it up.</em><br>Just in case rogue beans start heading this way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2014, 01:53:58 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Launches a handful of beans up in the air, which fall like rain drops on the umbrella.</em><br><br>Preparedness is a virtue. As are picnic lunches. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2014, 02:34:02 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg10290922#msg10290922">Quote from: syk on July 22, 2014, 04:03:18 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Ah yes, the part about ripping him from his heavenly abode. That is rather the best part don't you agree?<br><br><em>She plinks another bean in a high arch, listening as it clatters softly against the roof tiles. Absently a smile flickers across her face as she attempts to "remeber" the next portion of the song, which doesn't exist yet.</em><br><br>In darkening sky none can see<br>Just who will emerge, the star or me?<br>Yet what is more tangled of fate, <br>than this tiger and the star she ate...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I'm not sure that I am qualified to make such a decision on which verse contains the best material, as I am not a poet. Nor do I know of any cosmic-eating tigers."<br><br>Looking over to that one tough guy<sub>(see what I did there? xD)</sub> toss her more ammunition, Leon couldn't help but give him a look of disdain. "You don't like me very much, do you?" he asked, chuckling lightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2014, 02:45:10 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You don't have to be a poet to appreciate the tiger's triumph, bringing low that which so arrogantly glimmered in the heavens. <br><br><em>She let out a warm chuckle at the words, launching yet another bean into the afternoon sky. Then her brows furrowed, tipping the paper hat to a steeper angle.</em><br><br>I thought you were supposed to be fighting someone, not nit picking my musical stylings? Or perhaps it is a special friend no one else can see, which is understandable of course.<br><br><em>She nods seriously, as invisible friends are not to be taken lightly.</em><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>onetoughguy2014</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2014, 03:31:26 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg10295414#msg10295414">Quote from: syk on July 23, 2014, 01:53:58 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Launches a handful of beans up in the air, which fall like rain drops on the umbrella.</em><br><br>Preparedness is a virtue. As are picnic lunches.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Good thing I got a pic-a-nic basket.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2014, 03:48:51 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Do you now?<br><br><em>Stands up on the branch and leans out from the tree at a dangerous angle, arching an eyebrow.</em><br><br>What sort of picnic lunch are we talking about here?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>onetoughguy2014</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2014, 03:52:08 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg10295739#msg10295739">Quote from: syk on July 23, 2014, 03:48:51 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Do you now?<br><br><em>Stands up on the branch and leans out from the tree at a dangerous angle, arching an eyebrow.</em><br><br>What sort of picnic lunch are we talking about here?<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Side note: Wow I'm a Lord cool<br><em>Digs through the basket and pulls out some fruit a few bottles of wine, a large sandwich, and a bag of cookies</em><br>Well that's not a bad start
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2014, 04:13:38 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Congrats.&nbsp; ;D )<br><br><em>Continues to lean out even further, surveying the goods being removed from the basket, until eventually the angle is too extreme and gravity decides that enough is enough. She tucks into roll and lands in a *mostly* graceful and upright fashion. She nods, the whole thing having gone much better than she expected before pushing her hat back and going to inspect this so called sammich.</em><br><br>Definitely earning your preparedness badge here. <br><br><em>Syk grins, running away momentarily to get some water from the well. After a few moments she comes running back with a clay jug held in the air, water sloshing over the sides. Carefully she sets it down and then plops down in the grass beside the basket.</em><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>onetoughguy2014</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2014, 04:19:54 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg10295822#msg10295822">Quote from: syk on July 23, 2014, 04:13:38 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(Congrats.&nbsp; ;D )<br><br><em>Continues to lean out even further, surveying the goods being removed from the basket, until eventually the angle is too extreme and gravity decides that enough is enough. She tucks into roll and lands in a *mostly* graceful and upright fashion. She nods, the whole thing having gone much better than she expected before pushing her hat back and going to inspect this so called sammich.</em><br><br>Definitely earning your preparedness badge here. <br><br><em>Syk grins, running away momentarily to get some water from the well. After a few moments she comes running back with a clay jug held in the air, water sloshing over the sides. Carefully she sets it down and then plops down in the grass beside the basket.</em><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Chuckles at the dismount of my new slingshotting friend</strong><br>Feel free to share I brought enough. I'm nothing if not thoughtful
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2014, 05:17:55 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well then, if you insist. <br><br><em>She grabs half the sammich, mischievous grin only growing larger. After giving it a prefunctionary sniff she takes a bite.</em><br><br>Peanut butter and pickle... Interesting choice. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>onetoughguy2014</strong> on <strong>July 23, 2014, 06:05:41 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg10296039#msg10296039">Quote from: syk on July 23, 2014, 05:17:55 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Well then, if you insist. <br><br><em>She grabs half the sammich, mischievous grin only growing larger. After giving it a prefunctionary sniff she takes a bite.</em><br><br>Peanut butter and pickle... Interesting choice.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>It was a contest. Blindfolded grab the first two items off the shelf and make a sandwich. Could be worse. I pity the poor soul who grabbed marshmallow fluff and Vienna sausages
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 03:24:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chaos shakes his head and notices that leon has already left the house. With a monstrous roar he he rushes through the house, smashing through the front door and barreling down on his small framed friend. With a massive double downward hammer fist he roars " I will crush you.!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 11:48:51 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lunch and a show, well what do ya know. <br><br><em>Fearing for the sanctity of the picnic, she quickly packs it all up and indicates to her lunch mate that they should remove themselves to the safety of her tree. She climbs deftly into its branches, carrying the basket and finding a suitable perch for it. </em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 12:51:30 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg10295558#msg10295558">Quote from: syk on July 23, 2014, 02:45:10 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">You don't have to be a poet to appreciate the tiger's triumph, bringing low that which so arrogantly glimmered in the heavens. <br><br><em>She let out a warm chuckle at the words, launching yet another bean into the afternoon sky. Then her brows furrowed, tipping the paper hat to a steeper angle.</em><br><br>I thought you were supposed to be fighting someone, not nit picking my musical stylings? Or perhaps it is a special friend no one else can see, which is understandable of course.<br><br><em>She nods seriously, as invisible friends are not to be taken lightly.</em><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Well, it seems he became lost inside the hou-" Just as he was to jab some words at his old friend, Leon could hear the wreckage in Chaos' wake. "Ahh, speak of the devil." Chaos was quicker than one should be allowed at such a size, being upon Leon in a matter of moments. The thunderous clap of boulder-like fists meeting earth was near deafening; the proceeding silence left a chill in the air, the beast seemed to have crushed his friend in the first blow. Cutting through the silence came the familiar voice one might associate with a hero of old. "...And the devil shall come to you. Haha." As the billowing dirt and earthy debris cleared, Leon remained unscathed and now stood atop the man's head. Flipping off him, the lithe man managed a light kick to the back of the brute's head before landing. It was more of an insult, than an injury. "Come then, let us dance."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 01:18:50 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Now that the picnic is safe, she leans back to spectate the proceedings, chuckling at the overzealous attack. She wonders momentarily if she should find some steel chairs, but shakes the thought away with a wry grin. Eating the last bite of her sammich she fishes out another handful of beans, peppering them into the fray.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 01:19:51 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With eyes blazing red from bloodlust, chaos sees a boulder the size of a horse. He runs over muscles going taut he rips the boulder out of the ground, and turns and in the same motion launches the boulder at his lithe friend.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 01:31:54 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Acknowledging the spectators, quickly batting away the beans being tossed in their direction with a wave of his hand. "So predictable," Leon stated, watching as his hulking opponent launched a missile at him. The area around him flickered with ethereal lights of violet and deep purple. Arcs of energy flowed from him, the flick of his wrist caused the very reality of sight to tear open. He'd created a portal, just before having his head removed by the boulder, the link to the other realm tearing open behind Chaos. The missile now barreled down on him and shattered into a thousand pieces against the hulking mass of flesh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 01:42:34 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He Barely noticed the boulder that smashed to pieces on his back. Chaos let out a roar of defiance, and lunged forward grasped his friend between his hand and started squeezing with a force few could handle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 01:44:47 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Raises her eyebrows at the odd exchange. It hardly seemed at all suitable for a friendly battle, but she supposed, to each their own. However, never one to waste an opportunity she launches beans into the portal behind the great brute, laughing in delight as they come whizzing out of the other portal.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 01:57:12 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Damn,</em> Leon cursed in thought as he felt the power of two stone mills grinding into him. <em>I let him close in on me too quickly.</em> Unlucky for him, the brute had also managed to get his arms in the grip too. Gritting his teeth, Leon mustered all of his will to ignore the power turning his bones inevitably to meal and turned his body into a beacon of incredible electric energy. Arcs tore apart the ground as they jumped off him in various directions, the beans dissolving before they could reach him in a futile attempt of comedic pegging. Once the barbaric behemoth released him, Leon huffed and kicked off the man to distance himself. Breathing, he cracked his neck to either side and sighed out heavily in relief. "Sorry, buddy. I guess play time is over," he chuckled, tossing aside his frayed clothing <span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size"><del>(The upper half only, ladies. Keep your panties on.)</del></span> in a heap of tatters to reveal a rather tone and muscled body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 02:02:56 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Heeey!<br><br><em>Leans out from her perch, face quite serious.</em><br><br>You can't just take your clothes off all willy nilly! What kind of establishment do you think this is. We have a dress code here dontcha know! Right fancy place!<br><br><em>Makes an exaggerated attempt to block her view with the sling shot, loosing another bean in the process, she sticks her tongue out at the males.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 02:06:10 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smoke rolling off of him Chaos laughed and said "I thought I had you there my friend, did you think I was going to take it easy on you?" Grabbing the tree the the two noncombatants were in and wielding it like an oversized baseball bat, he took a he power swing at his athletically toned friend.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 02:25:59 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Syk is very unamused as the picnic basket, her fine paper hat and herself are all tumbled to the ground. She lands with a grunt, rolling quickly to her feet and side stepping the back swing of the tree. Seeing such an ancient thing uprooted so needlessly didn't help her mood at all, and a pang of loss at the tree that she had been growing to be friends with echoed in her mind.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 02:58:26 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He widened his eyes, wanting to rush in to save the innocents, but was too late as they quickly tumbled out of the tree. They seemed relatively unharmed, save maybe their lunch having been ruined. With little time to react at this point, Leon decided force was his best option and quickly spun to have his fist meet the wood as it exploded and splintered around him. Lancing into the ground, the wood scattered about like an eerie boneyard trap to be used in the future dealings of the fight. To prevent that, Leon fried them all to ash with his lightning and smirked at Chaos. "I should hope not. Taking it easy on me could get you severely hurt," he chuckled, snapping his fingers to create a portal beneath Chaos; the other opening high in the sky, where Leon awaited him with a hearty kick slicing toward his friend's head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 03:05:59 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he was falling Chaos thought about how much he really hated his friends portals. The kick caught him in the face slamming him through a few trees snapping them into splinters.&nbsp; Chaos got up and again rushed his friend, throwing some punches followed by a hard kick meant to send his friend flying.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 03:07:55 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>She removed her head from her coat, which she had ducked inside of to prevent being hit by the wooden shrapnel, only to see the ground blanketed in white ash. She rubbed her fingers on a smudge of it that clung to her shoulder, mourning the waste. Tipping her head back she saw the two, still engaged. This was not at all the sort of fight she had expected to see, hardly the friendly brawl but most definitions, considering there wasn't really much brawling going on. She yelled up at the two, shaking a fist in their direction.</em><br><br>Oy! Mind the casualties eh? Its all fun and foolery without you two putting a crater here instead of a house en'it it? Ripping up the local wildlife and displacing picnics and such! Where'd you learn your combat courtesy anyway? The backside of a cranky dragon?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 03:23:02 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon had a moment of reprieve, looking to the flustered woman with an almost apologetic gleam in his eyes. However, before he could offer his condolences, Chaos was upon him in the quickest of fashions. Brutality was his specialty and Leon's pretty face wouldn't hold up for long under such a barrage. Blocking what he could, Leon tumbled backwards - far more gracefully than the brute previously had - once the onslaught ended. Flipping himself away, Leon grumbled and wiped any presence of blood from his mouth. Tonguing the inside of his mouth, cheek to painful cheek, he gathered the metallic taste to a central point and purged it in a thick, red spew. "Hmph," he started, "I've been getting rusty, it seems. Well then, let's see how you like this!" In a bolt, he was slamming knees and fists into the brute from any and all angles within the breath of a moment; strikes so quick and heavy, he was like lightning, the impact like thunder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 03:31:19 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman was starting to get on his nerves he was considering smacking at her like a fly. His blows rained down on his friend most finding there mark. Knowing his friend better than most he knew he would come in close just like Chaos wanted. The blows rained down on him but he was taking them better than his friend knew. Seeing an opening between hits he grabbed his friend, " quiet down woman" Chaos said and tossed Leon at the female that kept yelling at them both.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 03:45:20 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>The displaced air from the frenzied movements stirred up little whorls of ash, like dozens of short lived ghost being born only to quickly fade back into the void. She watched, arms crossed over her chest, at the exchange, until the big lummox addressed her in entirely the wrong way. Her temper flared, though she fought to reign it in, side stepping the male-turned-projectile with a fluidness that had not previously shown in her movements. </em><br><br>You should chose your words more carefully, male. <br><br><em>Her voice was curt, displeasure clearly showing through. </em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 04:02:13 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blast. He'd been caught. Moving too slow, as it were, allowed his friend to grab him justly and tossed him like a shuriken through the air. Pursing his lips, Leon twisted and shifted to catch himself, sliding back against the ground with feet digging into the ground. Luckily for him, he'd dodged her as much as she had him. If he wasn't quick to set down the beast, Chaos may be fighting against an unknown force in the woman. That could not be allowed to happen.<br><br>"Pay attention!" Leon cursed aloud, now forcing a stern elbow into Chaos' ribs. Before the giant's body could react, another blow came from the opposite side. This time, to his jaw. Portals alighted the area with a royal purple hue, surrounding them in an arena of portals that when entered forced you back into the dome through another gaping hole in space and reality. "It's time we brought this thing to an end!" came Leon's voice as his form filled each of the portals like a hall of mirrors.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 04:08:02 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing off the woman's retort he was about to make a comment. A blow to his ribs made him gasp for air then another blow to the face caught him sending him stumbling back a few steps. His friends portals surrounded him testing them he stuck his hand in one he saw it come out the opposite side of him. "An arena to protect the weak or to keep the beast in check I ponder," yelled chaos as he towards the portal he thought his friend was in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 04:16:20 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Her eye twitched, and she felt a rage clawing at her, to be so casually insulted by a stranger. She kept herself under control, having learned time over that losing control was only weakness. She didn't tolerate that in the least, most of all for foolish strangers who hadn't earned the consideration. Around her she could hear the air crackle, straining with the abundance of portals. A breeze stirred, it seemed like a whisper almost, chasing up more short lived ashen ghosts. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. </em><br><br>All Father, steady my patience. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 04:42:22 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His friend had an uncanny sense, but lucky for Leon this made his plan ever the more easy. Chaos was right on the first try, but when he went into the portal he found himself trapped and bouncing against the ethereal plane like a bird against clear glass. Smirking, Leon stepped out of the spacial prison and snapped his fingers to rid the world of its strain from all the distorted space. This only left one sliver of reality open, but closed in the same right, which housed the hulking mass he called a friend; Chaos. "That ought to keep you from terrorizing others for a while," he said, slapping the edge of the portal spinning it around like a loose revolving door.<br><br>Turning his attention to the woman, he bowed and apologized. "Sorry about him. He can get a bit... difficult, after some time. I hope it wasn't too much for you, Miss...?" he trailed, hoping she might fill the gap with a name of some degree.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FierceChaos</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 04:46:43 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chaos slammed against the walls for a bit roaring and stomping around like the beast he was, eventually he grew tired and lay down to sleep. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 04:51:04 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>She gave a snort of a laugh, her nose curling slightly at being called miss, but never the less she stuck out her hand, mischievous smile returning, slowly creeping back into her eyes as well.</em><br><br>Hardly. The name's Syk, and you can drop all the formalities. <br><br><em>She cast a glance at the portal, wondering if that was such a good idea.</em><br><br>He isn't in there mucking about with the fabric of space-time is he?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 05:00:42 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ahh, a brusque woman was this Syk. Nodding he smiled a gleaming smile, as if his appearance had omitted and ignored the brutal fight. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Syk. As for the giant, no.. this is a pocket of dimensional space of my own design. I made it for events such as this, though the inside quite feels like the down of a baby goose. Hence, why he so quickly fell into a slumber." Smirking at his own genius, Leon clapped the portal closed to shut him out of sight. "He'll rest for the rest of the day, no doubt."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2014, 05:13:35 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Nods, watching the portal disappear.</em><br><br>That's a nice trick, useful too I'd wager. You and your friend certainly know how to make a fine mess.<br><br><em>As she talks she walks back toward to old well spigot, ash having left her throat dry and scratchy, a problem quickly cured by the cold water. She splashes it all over her face, rinsing away the ash that had settled there, continuing to speak through the water. </em><br><br>You two do this dance every time you go someplace new?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2014, 05:40:28 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The old book surprised him.&nbsp; The covers looked tattered and torn but inside the pages were perfect.&nbsp; There were a few paragraphs about a hidden passageway in the Gingerbread House.&nbsp; The rumors may bot have been false but he was going to try to locate it anyway.&nbsp; Flashlight. Check.&nbsp; Book. Check.&nbsp; Extra flashlight. Check.&nbsp; Chalk. Check.&nbsp; “I’m ready and I will start in the library.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MmeUisge</strong> on <strong>August 13, 2014, 01:09:42 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking through the glass of the back seat to her taxi, she inwardly told herself to get some courage. With a sigh she paid her fare, and stepped outside. She was greeted by that all too familiar smell of the woods, the looming trees giving way for the cottage and its grounds. She jumped away from the suddenly moving taxi, and glared as the impatient man left. She had no idea what to expect on these grounds as she made herself walk to the front door. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>August 13, 2014, 01:50:03 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He forgot food and water but fortunately he still has the pocket from when he adventured with syk.&nbsp; He opens the book to check again.&nbsp; The map shows an entrance but a visual inspection reveals an empty room.&nbsp; He pulls a Snickers bar out of his pocklet and unwraps it.&nbsp; He discards the wrapper in a trash receptacle just below a <strong>Keep Our Gingerbread House Clean</strong> sign.&nbsp; He eats the candy bar as he peruses the scene.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MmeUisge</strong> on <strong>August 13, 2014, 02:06:44 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She paused at the door for a moment, then pushed it open. "Hello?" She softly called out. Inside the Gingerbread House was just as quaint as outside. She set her bag by the door and walked further in when she heard no response. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>August 13, 2014, 02:35:41 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He hears a "Hello?" and without thinking answers <strong>"I'm back here in the Library."</strong>&nbsp; <em>"Now why did I do that?"</em> he thinks.&nbsp; <em>"She can't be looking for me."</em>&nbsp; he takes another bite of his Snickers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MmeUisge</strong> on <strong>August 13, 2014, 02:40:59 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Right, the library. Well this was going to present a problem. Where was the library? She did her best to follow where she thought she heard the voice. It took a minute, each room she found had many purposes but not one for books. When she did come to the library she faltered at the door. She heard him crunching away at something, book in hand wandering around the room. "Er, hi." She waved shyly. "What are you doing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>August 13, 2014, 02:44:50 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shows her the book and map.&nbsp; "I'm finding the secret passage that should be right over there."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MmeUisge</strong> on <strong>August 13, 2014, 02:55:56 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moved in a little closer and looked at the map. It was old, but then again it was easy to replicate that. She didn't think her first day at the Gingerbread house would involve secret passageways. She looked up to where it was supposed to be but all that held there was a towering bookcase. She moved over to it and touched it, just to feel that it was indeed there. She looked back to the unknown man and laughed. "You know it just cant be that easy can it? The bookcase as the door?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>August 13, 2014, 02:59:45 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He points at the map.&nbsp; "See.&nbsp; This the corner of that bookcase.&nbsp; It is this way from the corner."&nbsp; He moves towards the space and disappears!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MmeUisge</strong> on <strong>August 13, 2014, 03:51:20 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She let out a short yelp. He was gone from sight, just vanished before her eyes. She ran forwards poking and prodding the bookcase hoping to get it to swallow her too. She took a deep breath closed her eyes and when she opened them she found she was standing next to him in a very dark area. "Where are we?" she whispered. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>August 13, 2014, 04:05:12 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I believe, my dear, that we are in the dark." he replies as he banishes the dark with the beam from a large flashlight.&nbsp; The room looks much like the one that they just left but there are no books.&nbsp; He hands her a smaller flashlight and a BabyRuth candy bar.&nbsp; "In case we get separated."&nbsp; He flashes his light all around then sees a door down a short hall.&nbsp; "Shall we?" he asks keeping the light on the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phloughphie</strong> on <strong>August 18, 2014, 01:36:25 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly he approaches the door.&nbsp; There is a handle, he grabs it and pulls.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MmeUisge</strong> on <strong>August 18, 2014, 02:09:34 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kept close to him slightly afraid of the dark passageways that reeked of the damp earth and degrading stone. "Be careful." She whispered. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>September 23, 2014, 12:32:51 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Then the house door flew open with a loud thud a very large man in a ragged brown leather trench coat takes a seat by the fire and begins to warm his hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>October 09, 2014, 04:14:35 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The forest around the Gingerbread House were thick and choked with weeds. The trail, what was of it meandered through mist and seemed to lose itself more than have an end. The faint jangle of metal and creaking of leather accompanied a four beat footstep of well shod hooves. The grey horse stopped at the pressure of the reins on his sensitive mouth. Shaking his great neck with irritation when the pressure was relieved. A stamp of impatience and a snort of irritation followed.<br><br>"Easy Myst, I know not this place. Caution is called for. Lest we be surprised with animosity." the soothing voice came to the stallion as the rider patted his neck.&nbsp; The rider was covered from head to toe in a dove grey cloak. Silver eyes tinged with teal peered from beneath the hood. Tendrils of dark brown hair trailed down her front. The cloak clasped shut with a silver and sapphire pin carved into an intricate knot. Grey suede gloves held the reins loosely, ready to stop the stallion again if he moved forward.<br><br>The saddle was dark brown in color as it sat easily on the horse. Blankets of woven wool with a pattern of blue and grey stripes under the saddle. Dark grey boots snug in the stirrups, silver spurs seemed more for decoration.&nbsp; The stallion swished his tail infrequently as he waited. He wanted to be out from under the slender rider and resting in a cozy stall munching oats.&nbsp; Standing here in the fog that threatened to become rain soon was not good for him.<br><br>A soft sigh came from her wine red lips as she cleared her throat and thought of calling out. The windows seemed to look like there was a cozy fire inside and possibly refreshment if she was lucky.&nbsp; Her eyes scanned the exterior of the house to look for stables. She did not wish to leave Myst in the dampness of the forest. She took better care of her mount than that. But caution remained as she finally urged the stallion forward to ride slowly around the house to the back. If there was a stable, it might be there. She remained silent as she rode, though it would be hard to mask the movement of the horse as it walked. The jingle of metal and the creak of leather added to his&nbsp; shod hooves hitting an occasional rock as he walked.<br><br>If someone was within the house they might look out the window and see the apparition of the rider as it moved through the fog. Was there really someone there or was it a wraith of the woods?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Forge</strong> on <strong>October 10, 2014, 05:03:28 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It had been far too long since he had passed through these woods. Even with the fog and impending rain, he enjoyed being in the forest again. His cloak covered him and he knew that should the rain start the trail would lead him to the friendly house where there would be warmth and food. <br><br>As he walked, he wondered if there would be companionship there this day. Prior times, long ago he met fellow travelers there. He smiled to himself at the thought. <br><br>Stopping, he became aware of the aroma of wood smoke in the air. His trail was sure and the house was nearing. It pleased him to know that the arrival would be soon. <br><br>He walked on through the silent woods. The clearing presented itself through the trees and he knew that he would be there soon. Soon, the distinct outline of the roof was visible and he knew he was there. <br><br>Trying to see through the trees he saw what looked to be a horse and rider. The fog was thickening and he wasn't sure. He rubbed his eyes and looked again and then saw nothing but the house. Wondering if his eyes were deceiving him he walked on to the house.<br><br>The sky opened up and rain started to fall as he reached the door and opened it. The warmth and aroma of the house was welcoming to him. He walked in the familiar house glad to be back. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>October 10, 2014, 05:38:52 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Disappearing around the corner of the House, the rider stopped the stallion as she thought she heard a door open and close. Or was it her imagination? Myst shook his maned head and scattered drops of rain in every direction.&nbsp; "Drat! Now it is raining and I do not see a shelter for you, Myst.&nbsp; Though that large tree seems a little drier beneath its spreading branches. It will have to do."<br><br>Guiding the horse to the tree she dismounted and removed saddle and bridle to let him free to find shelter among the trees and to eat his fill of succulent grasses. The tack she set on a convenient log nearby and looked around. There seemed to be no one outside of the house and she did not want the leather to be ruined by the dampness. Carefully waving her gloved fingers over the log she whispered a subtle incantation. The fog disappated in an area of three feet around the log and simply seemed to cause the wetness to avoid the log and its burden. The saddle and bridle and her packs would remain dry and hidden from prying eyes.<br><br>The house seemed inviting and she walked to the door. She looked for a knocker or bell and saw none. Taking a shakey breath she knocked firmly. "I hope whoever lives here is friendly." she whispered mainly to herself. Her hood was still covering her head. The long grey cloak almost touching the ground as she stood there waiting. It startled her to find that the door and the decorations looked like candy. A brief frown gave way to a soft smile. It seemed to be impervious to the dampness. Whoever it was that lived there seemed to have magic as well. At least the House seemed to exude a quiet charm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Forge</strong> on <strong>October 10, 2014, 06:05:19 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No sooner than he had removed his wet cloak he heard a knock on the door. Perhaps it was the horse and rider he had seen, but he was unsure. <br><br>Unconsciously he looked down at his appearance. His brown tunic was dry as was his trousers. His well-worn leather boots showed the dampness from the grounds. He glanced around the quiet room. It seemed that he was the only one there. Although not his house, he knew it was open to all and any traveler would be welcome here. <br><br>With a firm grip on the doorknob, he turned it and opened the door. Standing there he saw a traveler wearing a hooded long cloak. The cloak was wet from the rain and surely she was looking for shelter. <br><br>His short, stocky frame and rough clothing belied his manner and the pleasure of seeing a fellow traveler, known or unknown. He had been alone throughout his journey and company would be welcome. <br><br>Looking at her he realized she was unknown to him and probably new in these parts. As he looked at her his face lit up with a smile, and he said, "Welcome. Come in out of the rain. You have found a safe and friendly place. I am glad you are here." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>October 10, 2014, 08:16:06 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gloved hands clasped together in front of the long grey cloak. The clothing was finely tailored and looked damp but not soaked. An intricate silver clasp studded with sapphires held it closed at the neck.&nbsp; The hood was open enough for him to see a&nbsp; delicate featured face. Wine red lips curved in a soft smile.&nbsp; Button nose flared slightly as she took a breath to speak. Eyes were of a silvery shade of blue green, they indicated curiousity and relief. "My thanks for the welcome. It is indeed chilly out here and wet. A dry shelter is all I seek, though some warm mulled wine and a bit of cheese would be welcome." Her voice was melodious and calm. <br><br>Waiting for him to step aside she walked into the house. Her movement graceful, her leather boots made a soft jingle as the spurs sang their presence. Her eyes took in the charming decorations and the quaint fireplace. Comfy chairs seemed to invite relaxation. Her gloved hands reached to pull back her hood, letting it rest on her back as she shook out her long dark brown hair. It hung in ringlets framing her delicate face. Turning to face him she gave a short respectful curtsey. "I am Yrwenial Whisperwind. Are you the owner of this quaint place? 'Tis very charming and welcome in these dark dreary woods." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Forge</strong> on <strong>October 11, 2014, 01:13:32 am</strong>
			</dt>
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				The glint of the fire on the jeweled silver clasp of her cloak drew his attention for only an instant. It was her eyes, though, that seemed to outshine the clasp. Her eyes held his attention even as she spoke. Her eyes seemed to him to be relieved to see someone here, yet wondering who he might be. Her delicate features and red lips seemed to accentuate her eyes and his enchantment of her.<br><br><em> "My thanks for the welcome. It is indeed chilly out here and wet. A dry shelter is all I seek, though some warm mulled wine and a bit of cheese would be welcome."</em><br><br>As she spoke, he heard no fear and the sound of her voice added to her beauty. He realized he was staring at her and quickly opened the door wordlessly inviting her in. <br><br>She passed him and walked into the room. He was aware of her spurs but his attention was drawn to her hair as she pulled back her hood. He saw her head shake and admired her hair. He saw her turn and curtsy and for a brief second he wondered if he should bow in return. He thought her to be of a much higher station in life than he would ever be. "I should be out tending her horse, not welcoming her at the door," he thought to himself. <br><br>While pondering his acceptable reply to her curtsy, she said, <em>"I am Yrwenial Whisperwind. Are you the owner of this quaint place? 'Tis very charming and welcome in these dark dreary woods."</em> <br><br>As she spoke he was aware that she had spoken to him at the door and he had not replied. This thought distracted him from what she was now saying and he caught only words in passing. <br><br>"It is a pleasure to meet you," he started hoping that he was somewhat responding to what she had said, "I have only arrived here minutes prior to your arrival. I have visited this house before and have always found the place hospitable. I would expect you would like some refreshment and if you would like to join me in the kitchen we can see what is here." <br><br>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>October 11, 2014, 02:59:00 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The warmth of the room seemed enhanced by the gentleman who welcomed her in. He seemed a bit distracted as he followed her. Though she offered him a curtsey and her name, he did not offer his. <br><br>"Ah, then this is a travelers wayhouse then? It seems to be very well cared for.&nbsp; Do I detect a bit of magical assistance then?" her eyes sparkled with amusement. Perhaps her skills would not cause alarm then, as it did in other lands. With a deliberate casual air she undid the clasp at her neck and let the cloak fall open to reveal her chaste gown of pale lavender.&nbsp; Fitted to her with care and elegance it had only a few bits of lace at her throat and tightly cinched at the waist with a matching belt with silver buckle. The skirt was full at first glance, but revealed to be split in the center as she walked to the wall where hooks would be attached to the wall for cloaks to be hung. The sleeves on her gown were long and flared at the wrist. <br><br>Hanging her cloak up she had her back to him a moment and he might note the long row of pearls fastening her gown. Removing her gloves to let her long elegant fingers run briefly through her hair she sighed. "I hope the weather clears soon. The dampness only makes my curls spiral in such a tangle!" Her voice a mixture of vexation and amusement.<br><br>He had mentioned a kitchen and she followed him to see what could be found.&nbsp; She was a bit hungry and thirsty, though not overly so. The kitchen seemed to have many shelves and cupboards. A kettle was on the stove steaming slightly. Rows of spices lined a rack over the stove and the air seemed familiar in a homey way. Bottles of wine rested in a rack and glasses nearby hanging from their stems upside down on a rail made for them by some ingenius craftsman. <br><br>She glanced at him curiously. Who was he? Though plainly clothed he seemed a gentleman in manner. She smiled to encourage him to speak. Her wine red lips slightly open to show a flash of pearly white teeth. The chairs in the kitchen seemed to invite one to sit and relax, so she did. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LXXIII</strong> on <strong>October 19, 2014, 07:13:07 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A pleasant, woody and gently spicy smell made Lexa's stomach growl. She had followed the smell to a gingerbread house, one that looked very inviting. Ignoring any possible prior warnings she'd gotten regarding such houses, it seemed like a good idea to peek into one of the windows. She peered in, ducked away, and then looked again, more slowly. What this would accomplish she hadn't really thought out, but for some reason she wanted to scout it out a bit. She hoped she didn't look too suspicious as she made her way to the different windows she could reach, peering in and ducking away as best she could. "I'm not being mischievous" she thought. "I'm just being... cautious. Yes that's it. Not nosy. Cautious." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2014, 06:11:05 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The house seemed quiet, a nice respite from her travels. She made spiced tea and sipped it as she gazed out the window. It looked like it might clear up soon as the clouds drifted away. Such a pretty fall day, the air crisp with fall and the house warm and cozy.<br><br>Vera wondered if she would get any more company. The trail was difficult to find and the little Gingerbread House was out of the way of the well traveled paths. Briefly she remembered a poem from some famous poet long ago.<br><br>The Road Not Taken<br><br>BY ROBERT FROST<br><br>Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,<br>And sorry I could not travel both<br>And be one traveler, long I stood<br>And looked down one as far as I could<br>To where it bent in the undergrowth;<br><br>Then took the other, as just as fair,<br>And having perhaps the better claim,<br>Because it was grassy and wanted wear;<br>Though as for that the passing there<br>Had worn them really about the same,<br><br>And both that morning equally lay<br>In leaves no step had trodden black.<br>Oh, I kept the first for another day!<br>Yet knowing how way leads on to way,<br>I doubted if I should ever come back.<br><br>I shall be telling this with a sigh<br>Somewhere ages and ages hence:<br>Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—<br>I took the one less traveled by,<br>And that has made all the difference.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SilverWing</strong> on <strong>November 07, 2014, 06:31:02 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A flutter of wings followed by a shriek in the sky signalled the flight of a beautiful bird. But not just any bird, this was a hawk. The hawk soared and circled with purpose. Silver like colour glinted off its wings as it soared. <br><br>Suddenly the creature dived into the trees, one would assume for food. Instead it landed gracefully on the branch of a large tree. The hawk cocked its head to one side and seemed to be observing a building. It looked like a large home. Perhaps an inn of sorts? Whatever it was, the place seemed quite hospitable! For at least an hour the winged creature watched the place, moving from perch to perch. Curiously enough, none of the smaller animals present seemed concerned by the presence of the hawk! With one great flap of its wings, the bird landed peacefully on a window sill. Its eyes looked into the warm amber glow of the house.&nbsp; The hawk seemed to be pondering something, if animals could ponder at all. <br><br>Stretching its wings, the creature took flight once more. The hawk soared high into the sky and then dove into another area of the forest. It disappeared into the greenery of the trees with a shriek…<br><br>Several hours later a woman appeared before the house. She had long dishevelled mahogany coloured hair, though one would have difficulty noticing it. This woman was covered head to toe in mud, dust and leaves. To an observer it would seem like she had been trekking through the forest for days which was exactly the case! <br><br>The smell of home and hearth coming from this house made her stomach rumble angrily. With a worried grimace the woman put a hand to her stomach.&nbsp; “Right you can do this. You have no money and look like you were dragged through the mud…but you can do this.” Mustering her courage, the woman hated asking for help, she walked up to the door. There she hesitated once more, took a deep breath then knocked three times. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>November 07, 2014, 08:05:45 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The knock startled her and she got up to walk gracefully to the door. The house was open for anyone who needed a respite in this world. Warm and cozy, it seemed to be made of candy! Though perhaps that was just an illusion. <br><br>Vera opened the door and smiled. "Come in! This house is such a cozy place, you are welcome here." she stepped back and allowed the woman to enter. The smell of spice filled the air. A fire burned in the small fireplace. Comfy chairs were in front of the fireplace. Bookshelves lined the walls, soft light came from lamps on tables. There was a kitchen area with a small stove and a kettle steamed on it, hot but not boiling.<br><br>On a table in the kitchen a tray of gingerbread cookies took the center. The small icebox had cold milk and cheese wrapped to stay fresh.<br><br>Vera curtsied to the lady, "I am Verasaille. Please join me for some tea and cookies?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tinkertoy</strong> on <strong>November 27, 2014, 05:41:07 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a flash of crimson streaking through the heavily wooded area that surrounded the house. Small feet clad in canvas Converse high-tops bounded over puddles and dodged the lower branches of the ancient trees, the scarlet feet dashed with a sincerity that could only belong to that of a prey animal. Long plumed breaths of crystallized carbon dioxide roared from her mouth as her hooded head intermittently peeked over her shoulder to make sure the beast chasing her was gaining less ground than she was.<br><br>Pale blue eyes creased into crescents as the forest opened up to the clearing that held the house and a smile of victory smeared across her alabaster pale features. It was close, so very close and she was going to make it.<br><br>Two women were conversing on the doorstep of the house, but she couldn't risk the frivolities of pleasantries and squirmed past both of them to find the sanctuary within. her back pressed against one wall and her topaz eyes were wild with an exhilaration and fear, "Whoah...close call. I'd kinda recommend closing the door...he;s not too fare behind and man, oh man, he is a bug 'un!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InsertWittyNameHere</strong> on <strong>November 27, 2014, 08:03:59 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His lips curled in a primal sneer of lust and rage. For too long he had been denied and tonight he would taste his desire. The ground seemed to shake beneath his feet, flared nostrils smelling the girl's trail.&nbsp; The stench of freshly disturbed rotting leaves paved his path to her hiding place. The beast's midnight black fur almost appearing as a mane of rage as it roared into the darkness before galloping onwards.<br><br>Tree limbs older than the beast itself snapped like rotting twigs beneath its advance, claws scarring the ground as only an apex predator could. It's prey was gaining ground and if the beast was to have its catch then the pace must be quickened.<br><br>Fire red eyes pierced the darkness, the sight of the house in the near distance eliciting a smirk of hunger from the wolf before it launched itself at the frail wooden door. The old wood splintered into a thousand pieces, the frame shattering as its shoulders pushed them aside from sheer force of will. The air itself visibly trembled at the roar unleashed, the beasts hair shuddering in fury.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>November 27, 2014, 03:27:11 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Please be careful with violence. This is a PG13 area. Thank you. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valaesin</strong> on <strong>December 05, 2014, 10:49:20 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The cloak hid most of his features, but it also was easily necessary given the rain and cold outside as he stepped through the portal that led from the rather annoying chilled rain to the warmth of the Gingerbread House.&nbsp; Pulling the cowl down and smiling as he gave the cloak to be hung to dry, he ordered a nice tea and settled into the hearth to warm his body, startled by the sudden voice of warning.&nbsp; "Well, seems like my kind of place..." he laughed as it faded, scanning the room and sipping at his tea.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>December 05, 2014, 01:36:34 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Curled into a comfy chair near the crackling fire, Vera ignores the vile creature as the House goes into self defense mode and boots it out. The door is restored and the house is once more safe and secure.<br><br>Her book is set down as she smiles at the newcomer. "You picked a strange way to enter. Though I suppose anything is possible here. It is a safe refuge after all." <br><br>Her voice is soft and yet musical. Her russet hair flows down her shoulders and she is covered in a modest gown of blue. Her sparkling blue eyes look over the stranger with interest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valaesin</strong> on <strong>December 05, 2014, 01:41:46 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Portals" he says, slightly amused that someone cared enough to notice, "Sometimes the quickly way to get somewhere is to just go, skipping all that space inbetween.&nbsp; Especially when it rains," he laughed, standing and approaching her, offering his hand to take hers to kiss the back of it. "My name is Valaesin, my dear, nice to meet you," he offered, in polite tones that betrayed his training.&nbsp; He had the look and stature of someone who had learned how to stand and influence people, maybe even lie, although the twinkle in his eye was reassuring that it was not truly a part of him to lie.&nbsp; His brown hair was cut short and neatly and the leftovers of an unshaved beard was the only sign that he might have been able to slack off in the last few days.&nbsp; "Tell me about yourself, perhaps your name, Blue."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>December 05, 2014, 02:45:06 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The polite gentleman made an impression on the young woman. "You may call me Vera. And you?" her blue eyes sparkle. Her hand is soft and well manicured.<br><br>There is another chair where he may sit, and Vera politely indicates, "Please sit and tell me of yourself. This place has refreshments if you desire. I think a decided bend towards warm and comforting."<br><br>Her own cup of spiced wine seems to have refilled itself and is steaming on a small table next to her within easy reach. Delicious cookies and other treats appear on the table as well. Vera helps herself to some Baklava, the honeyed treat causing her lips to become smeared with the sweet decadence. She licks it off and smiles. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valaesin</strong> on <strong>December 05, 2014, 02:48:50 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled as he took the seat she gestured to, "Very nice to meet you Vera, my name is Valaesin," he replied, doing his best not to smirk at her asking the same question twice.&nbsp; Maybe he looked better in a beard than he had given himself credit for... "Warm and comforting is nice when back home is cold and wet.&nbsp; Not that I've been there in a while, traveling for work is nice, but often times having your own bed is nice."&nbsp; Finishing off his tea, he called a waitress over and politely asked for what she was having.&nbsp; &nbsp; "So what do you do for a living?" he asked, leaning on his elbow - his grandmother would be so angry at them being on the table - and looking genuinely interested in the conversation.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">OOC: My college sweetheart was named Vera, in all honesty.&nbsp; That's a long, good, but sad ending of a story.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>December 05, 2014, 03:58:17 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vera grinned. "Nice to meet you Valaesin. What do I do? Well, I guess the easiest way to put it is I am a storyteller. A writer, sometimes a Bard, sometimes a Seer. Whatever the situation calls for. I am quite adaptable." <br><br>Brushing a strand of hair from her eyes, "I like to think I am an entertainer of sorts. What about you?" she seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valaesin</strong> on <strong>December 05, 2014, 04:16:26 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"A storyteller?" I ask as the waitress delivers my drink, chuckling to myself, "I guess I'm something of a storyteller too.&nbsp; A sophist, if you might, in the traditional sense.&nbsp; Not that I'm deceitful, its that I use language and rhetoric to help my clients.&nbsp; Sometimes they are more... story than truth, but I try to&nbsp; keep a good kernel in there.&nbsp; At least I hope," I smile, watching the hair move, "Too often, though, I get stuck doing the rather mundane aspects of any job, in my case mindless written drivel that only another of my type could enjoy.&nbsp; But it does lead to some rather fantastical revelations when you discover a secret and use it yourself," I smile, flicking my wrist and slightly warming my drink more to my liking.&nbsp; "Maybe I should just call myself a philsopher and seeker of knowledge.&nbsp; Or is that too grand to claim on my own?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>December 05, 2014, 06:29:08 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling as she sipped her mulled wine, Vera nodded. "There are ways of giving out knowledge that can manipulate the truth without destroying it. I would never tell a falsehood knowingly. A Seeker you shall be known as then. A noble title, and yet humble. For as you seek you acknowledge you do not know everything."<br><br>The plate of treats on the table became one of festive cookies with decorations for the coming Holiday. Vera glanced at the plate and then at a blank space in the corner. "You know, we should decorate this place. The Holiday gives us an excuse. I wonder if anyone will bring us a tree? Or there may be one just outside that will do. I will be glad to seek out decorations to use. There might be some in that closet there. Do you think anyone would mind?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valaesin</strong> on <strong>December 06, 2014, 10:20:44 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gracious about the compliment, it still seem that he's not entirely comfortable taking them.&nbsp; But he lets it pass and instead becomes focused on the idea of decorating.&nbsp; "I'd love to help and I don't think anyone would mind.&nbsp; There might be a fake tree somewhere in here, but since I was a child I preferred the real thing.&nbsp; We could go out and see if there's a good one we could drag back?&nbsp; So long as we can find an ax, I have a feeling using a fork," he says, lifting the silverware toward her playfully, "Would take us until next year to get it down..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>December 06, 2014, 12:35:49 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Although Vera is not sure how she knows, a conspiratorial grin lights up her face. "I think I saw a tree just off the path in the back. There was an ax in the tree stump next to the woodpile. Come on, I will help. We can bring more wood in for the fireplace too. Maybe I can find some natural decorations in the woods."<br><br>She gets up and gets her cloak. Heading for the backdoor out the kitchen. It is a lovely fall day and she spies some ever greens she can clip with the shears hanging on a hook by the back door. "It will be nice to have the smell of evergreens inside the house. I think that nice tree over there would be great!" Pointing to a six foot tall perfectly balanced blue spruce tree in sight of the house.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valaesin</strong> on <strong>December 08, 2014, 03:02:42 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Following out behind her, he splits off long enough to grab the axe, hiking it over his shoulder before pulling the cloak tighter around him.&nbsp; "Let me guess, I get to cut it down to prove my manliness, correct?" he pitched, nodding at her choice before glancing at the others to be sure.&nbsp; Hefting it, slowly walking to the tree while giving a few practice swings, he glanced back at Vera, "You sure this one?&nbsp; Last thing I want to do is cut down multiple trees..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>December 08, 2014, 06:21:53 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing at Valaesin, Vera nods. "It's the only one that looks good. I wonder if we will get help decorating it? Make sure to walk all the way around it, see if the other side is just as full and nice looking."<br><br>She begins trimming a few holly bushes and puts the trimmings in a basket she has found by the door. She next trims a few juniper bushes and some grape vines that have dried enough to make nice wreaths.<br><br>"How are you doing, my friend? That tree isn't giving you any trouble is it?" she grins at him. <br><br>I saw this in a magazine, maybe we can decorate the tree like this?<br><br>http://decoration0.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/decor732.jpg<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LillithTheThird</strong> on <strong>January 24, 2015, 09:10:28 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tired and hungry, Lillith clutches at her cloak as she trips over yet another branch.&nbsp; She heard there was refuge here in these woods, somewhere...but she'd yet to find it and the night was growing dark.&nbsp; A crisp wind blew her long red tresses back from her face and she shivered.&nbsp; "Um....hello?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Percival the Gallant</strong> on <strong>January 26, 2015, 06:26:22 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				On a nearby muddy track, Sir Percival, carrying a torch guided his caparisoned destrier at a steady walk, carefully on the lookout for stones and roots. It seemed that the track had been travelled before, suggesting that this was indeed the way to the legendary Gingerbread House of the Lady Aislinn, a magic place of joy, comfort and merriment where many heroes gathered, and where many found new friendships and allies.<br><br>He had obviously begun this stage of his journey thither too late in the day, as night had overtaken him not long upon entering the forest. His eyes coursed through the darkness, looking for the welcome light from a window. It was eerily quiet despite the flopping thumps of his horse’s hooves against the mud. But despite the damp air, an unpleasant wind wending keenly through the bare elms, and drips from the bare forest canopy, there was no rain, and he could see the track ahead decently in the flickers of his torch. There was no evil presence as far as he could tell in the forest, and yet it did seem somewhat foreboding. It would not surprise him in the least if there were faeries about, and, although many did not harbour evil against men as himself, their penchant for mischief was no secret. His sword remained ready at his girdle, though he had left his armour behind, as a token of peace. Had that been a mistake?<br><br>Suddenly, a nervous, but somewhat fainted call broke the silence, echoing out the trees to his left. It was a woman’s voice: ‘Um….hello’, it rang. The voice was not too far, but probably within range of his own. <br><br>Of course, a paladin must come to aid of a damsel in distress; the thought in his mind even as the call resounded. But then, of course, he knew of the dangers of engaging with faerie folk. There were some creatures that feigned the appearance of beautiful damsels only to lure a would-be hero to his doom when he approached too near. Still, to ignore what might have been a plea for help—no, he could not.<br><br>He drew his steed Rhyndon to a halt. ‘Who is there in the wood?,’ he called out in return, a cautious hand on his sword hilt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LillithTheThird</strong> on <strong>January 26, 2015, 08:13:15 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The voice in the darkness causes her to halt, her eyes searching the murky shadows wildly.&nbsp; It had been a male voice, and perhaps her imagination, but...the tread of a steed.&nbsp; She cocks her head to listen, the beat of her heart rising to fill the silence of the dark wood.&nbsp; Moments pass, but she restrains herself, cautious of the danger a stranger could bring.&nbsp; Lillith takes a step forward, the leather of her shoe finally giving way against a rough stone, and cuts a jagged line through her instep.&nbsp; She tumbles into the mossy leaves a with a sharp, "Oof," then stills herself, biting the side of her hand to keep from crying out more.&nbsp; Gaining control of her pain she clears her throat and calls out more plainly, "Hello?&nbsp; I...I've cut my foot...would you be able to provide aid?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Percival the Gallant</strong> on <strong>January 26, 2015, 11:21:09 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Upon hearing the voice again, sounding more distinctly like someone in some distress, Sir Percival decided to risk taking a closer look. It would impossible to take Rhyndon off the track, so he dismounted, and, quickly tying Rhyndon to a nearby branch (there seemed to be no evidence of wolves near by), he extended his torch-bearing hand in front of him into the darkness, spreading the light to try and see someone in the darkness. He stepped gingerly into the underbrush, the fallen leaves crisping under his riding boots. For a moment he closed his eyes and concentrated to see if he could sense any evil in the vicinity, but there was none. Still, his sense was not always accurate, and faerie folk did not always get up to mischief out of evil.<br><br>'Fain would I deal succour unto a friend which mote need thereof,' Sir Percival called out. 'Are ye friend or foe unto a knight which seeketh a house marvellous fashioned of gingerbread?'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LillithTheThird</strong> on <strong>January 26, 2015, 11:36:00 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Through the gloom, Lillith thought she could see a torch drawing nigh, borne in the hand of a knight, armor shimmering orange 'gainst the warm light.<br><br>"If thou be a knight, true born, then, aye, I am thine friend.&nbsp; I too seek the refuge from the wood, yon magical house being a refuge told to me by my mother, these years now passed."&nbsp; Hope entered Lillith's heart, as it seemed a companion neared, one who might indeed help her find her way.&nbsp; She pulled herself up against a tree, the bark stinging her hands as it scraped, though a small hurt, when compared to her hunger.&nbsp; Her dress clung to her, the fabric dirty and torn at the hem from her wanderings.&nbsp; She leaned against the tree, trying to hold her injury out of the mud while aiming her voice toward the oncoming stranger.&nbsp; "Wouldst thou approach, sir, and travel together across this treacherous forest?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Percival the Gallant</strong> on <strong>January 27, 2015, 07:13:53 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At the next sound of the friendly voice, he hastened towards the voice, the torch borne before him. ‘Forsooth,’ he replied, ‘I come for to furnysh succour unto thee, and fare with thee unto that place happy, wherein we twayn may know solace!’ He strode over an slight incline to reveal a miry depression between a grove of tall elms. The darkness retreated below him and the gloom unveiled a dishevelled but still beautiful figure propped against one tree, her garments torn and dirty undoubtedly in travel through the rough undergrowth. One foot was raised slightly and turned, looking wounded.<br><br>‘Fair damosel,’ he began at once as he leapt down, his boots slopping into the wet moss, ‘because thou art wounded, I shall bear thee to mine horse, and thou shalt have my stead thereupon of thine ease. I vow to deliver thee to this house of gingerbread as ever I might. But if thou wouldst hold token of my faith whilest I lead, I would fain assent thereunto, for then thou shalt know the truth of my person.’<br><br>He struck the torch into the ground at her side, and knelt, extending his hands before him in an offer to carry her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>April 14, 2015, 07:42:59 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He entered the Gingerbread House without seeing too much activity inside. "Almost looks abandoned..." he said to himself. "Spooky!" Taking a seat, he looked around, half-expecting someone to jump out of one of the empty corners. "What a trip..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkleather</strong> on <strong>May 05, 2015, 10:56:04 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carl pulled up in front of the house on his motorbike.&nbsp; He had taken the Fireblade down a long track and he was so far from civilisation that he might as well have been living in the past.&nbsp; He checked his mobile phone reception - nothing.&nbsp; He pulled off his helmet, revealing his neatly trimmed black beard and short cropped hair surrounding piercing green eyes.&nbsp; He looked in his pocket at the directions he had been given - yes, this was the right place.<br><br>He unzipped the top of his leather jacket, revealing another layer of black shiny material underneath - this time rubber.&nbsp; &nbsp;His well muscled wore the gear well as he tromped up to the door and gave a couple of knocks
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>May 05, 2015, 01:54:14 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex opened the door for the stranger, quite surprised that anyone had managed to find the place. It had been months since he had dropped by and visited, and the place had been completely deserted the entire time. "Oh my gosh, guests! Come in, come in! There really isn't anything to eat, but we could probably hunt something!&nbsp; You look freezing in that leather jacket!"<br><br>Alex had grown lonely in his isolation. Likely everything he said made close to no contextual sense. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkleather</strong> on <strong>May 05, 2015, 01:58:29 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hi there - thanks"<br><br>Carl stepped into the room and looked for somewhere to put his helmet and backpack down.&nbsp; "Cold, no, not really.&nbsp; A bit chilled perhaps - but that's my fault for wearing the rubber underneath."<br><br>Carl put his kit down and put forward his hand to shake "I'm Carl.&nbsp; I got the invitation card to come over here.&nbsp; Wow this place is off the beaten track."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>May 05, 2015, 02:14:15 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're telling me. I also got an invitation, but found that by the time I got down here that there was no one home." Alex grinned. "You're at least fortunate. This place gets super spooky when no one is around. But seeing as there was nowhere else for me to go, I decided to bunk for a while." He chuckled coldly, almost as though he was reminded of something horrible. "When my, uhhh... significant other passed on there wasn't a whole lot of places for me to go. So I bunked up here and collected my hunts."<br><br>He shook his head, pointing to the kitchen. "There's a few Cokes that have gone past their expiration date in the pantry! I was saving them for whenever someone did come along. I've been saving them for such an occasion!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkleather</strong> on <strong>May 05, 2015, 02:16:33 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I usually go for Diet Coke, but I guess one won't hurt."<br><br>Carl went through to the kitchen with the somewhat agitated man and got himself a Coke<br><br>"Cheers."&nbsp; He looked around "So how long have you been here -- and what are these hunts you're collecting?"<br><br>Although the other man was acting somewhat strangely, Carl wasn't hugely worried.&nbsp; He clearly outweighed the guy and Carl had a lot of experience of looking after himself
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>May 05, 2015, 02:25:36 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, really nothing much." Alex got himself a Coke, feeling around the bottle. It had been quite a while since he had anything sugary, and he had been greatly anticipating chugging down the Coke. "Rabbits and stuff mostly. There's deers out there, but I've always been too much of a wimp to hunt down something that majestic. I've been learning that rabbit meat is actually pretty fantastic! It cleans up pretty well too." He gestured to the whole place. "I'm liking to keep things ship-shape around here, since most folks don't seem to be coming by."<br><br>Alex grinned, uncapping the top of the bottle and taking a swig. "Wow... tastes like crap." Disappointment hit his face. "The bottle looks old too. For all I know this has been here for years."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkleather</strong> on <strong>May 05, 2015, 02:27:49 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carl sipped the Coke which was flat and tasteless.&nbsp; "Here, I might have something slightly more fresh"<br><br>He went out to his backpack and came back with a 6 pack of beer.&nbsp; "It's probably a little warm, but it's fizzy and at the end of day everyone deserves a beer."<br><br>He handed one over "Cheers.&nbsp; So, this is a hunting lodge?&nbsp; Cool.&nbsp; Never been hunting- - though as you can see I'm not exactly dressed for it!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>May 05, 2015, 06:17:08 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not sure if it is really a hunting lodge. It's more like no one is here, so I&nbsp; kind of made it into one. Fancy that, right?" Taking a swig of the beer, Alex swallowed it with some effort. He wasn't terribly into alcohol, but for the sake of looking cool and masculine, he was going to attempt to drink the whole can. "I'm getting a feeling that it was supposed to be a strange get together spot of sorts, but that for whatever reason it just stopped being used for its purpose."<br><br>The second sip of the beer wasn't quite so bad, Alex thought. "It's quiet, which I suppose isn't so bad. Makes you appreciate all of the things that you have." Third sip he could barely taste the alcohol at all. "So stranger, other than the invite what brings you out to this neck of the woods? Were you hoping to find something?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkleather</strong> on <strong>May 05, 2015, 11:26:30 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carl chuckled at the grimace the other man made on his first sip of the beer and then settled back into the chair and started to relax.<br><br>"Find something?&nbsp; Well, nothing really. The invitation was mysterious so I guess I was curious.&nbsp; Also gave me a chance to ride some roads I hadn't been down before."<br><br>Carl paused and took a swig of the beer<br><br>"And also...nah...nothing"<br><br>He grinned at the other man.&nbsp; "I didn't see your car outside.&nbsp; Is there a garage somewhere I can get the bike stowed safely?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>May 06, 2015, 01:02:39 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Strange as it may sound, I just sort of left my car out in the woods. As you can probably guess, it has been collecting a lot of rust. Haven't really been using it much at all since I have arrived." He pointed to the door. "With that said, you can park your bike next to where my car is at if you like. Then after that maybe a board game or something."<br><br>Alex rolled his eyes at himself. "You must realize how frusturarIng Trivial Pursuit is when played all by your lonesome."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkleather</strong> on <strong>May 06, 2015, 01:06:42 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carl raised an eyebrow "Trivial Pursuit?&nbsp; Yeah I guess it is kind of dull on your own."<br><br>He headed out and moved his bike to beside the rusty car.&nbsp; As he looked at it he wondered just how long it had been parked here.&nbsp; Still, it was out of the way and screened his motorbike from passers by.&nbsp; He headed back in, pausing before he pushed the door open.&nbsp; Trivial Pursuit?&nbsp; Really?&nbsp; What was going on here?&nbsp; That game was old in 1995 let alone 2015!!<br><br>Forcing a grin onto his face, he pushed the door open<br><br>"OK, man, let's get that Trivial Pursuit started"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>May 06, 2015, 01:39:50 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex couldn't help himself. An excited grin lit up across his face. "Cool! Now I feel I must warn you, I am sort of super amazing at this. Not that I mean to brag... just a lot of time." He was quick to grab the box from a nearby cupboard. The board when placed on the floor was visibly faded with age, and the cards showed signs of considerable use around the edges.<br><br>"I will let you go first, seeing as how you're the guest." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkleather</strong> on <strong>May 06, 2015, 01:45:15 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ok thanks - I'm not going to be much competition, I'm afraid."<br><br>Carl rolled the dice and moved his token around to a Yellow square.&nbsp; "Ummm history -- Ok, hit me"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>May 06, 2015, 02:47:25 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex picked up the card and read it out loud. "Who was the sixth president of the United States." He grinned deviously. "I know this one."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkleather</strong> on <strong>May 06, 2015, 03:01:05 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carl sat back in the chair, had a swig of beer and made a guess<br><br>"Andrew Jackson?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asphodel Terrarium</strong> on <strong>May 07, 2015, 08:39:46 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*teleports to the doorstep of the Gingerbread House* *knocks on the door before somebody opened it and let me in*<br>Greetings!&nbsp; :D Nice place you have here.&nbsp; ??? Hold your horses! You have a fireplace here? How come the goodies didn't all melt from the heat?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkleather</strong> on <strong>May 07, 2015, 09:07:43 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carl turned around in the chair to face the door.<br><br>"Hi there - come on in.&nbsp; Neither of us actually live here."<br><br>He stood and approached the stranger, his motorbike boots clumping on the wooden floor.&nbsp; "I'm Carl and this is....well, you know he hasn't given me his name yet.&nbsp; Did you get one of these mysterious invitations as well?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asphodel Terrarium</strong> on <strong>May 07, 2015, 08:02:56 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Asphodel. And yes, I got one of those mysterious invitations, by owl post.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>May 07, 2015, 08:18:44 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Becoming so excited by the newcomer, Alex completely dropped his Trival Pursuit card and ran up to the guest. "Alex! My name is Alex! It's a pleasure to meet you." He rolled his eyes. "Technically I've been sort of kind of sadly bunking here for a couple of months. Seemed cozy!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asphodel Terrarium</strong> on <strong>May 08, 2015, 01:12:29 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;;D Haha, nice to meet you, Alex, Carl. Hmm, things have been a roller coaster ride for me so I need to take my mind off things from the adult world. And since I do not have a time dial like Lunarbaboon (http://www.lunarbaboon.com/comics/dial.html), I cannot turn back into a child and so I will just turn myself into a dog. I hope you do not mind me curling under the sofa * transforms into a dog and snuggles under the sofa* ^_^
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>May 08, 2015, 01:23:29 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex blinked a few times, not quite sure if he should believe what he had just seen. "So... you're a shapeshifter then? That's, uhhhh, that's pretty rad." Looking just a teensy bit terrified, having his entire worldview drastically shift, Alex couldn't help but ask. "So, could you always change into a dog like that? Or is it something you had to work at?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asphodel Terrarium</strong> on <strong>May 08, 2015, 01:30:09 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex could hear in his mind Asphodel's voice "Erm, no worries. I'm a mage not a shapeshifter. Everyone's got an inner animal in the interior of their interior. You just got to work it out. Wizards are better with this, more of which are animagi than mages are." Asphodel hadn't move his mouth. Of course, he was in dog form, he could only speak in people's minds.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>May 08, 2015, 01:33:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Oh...' Alex thought in his mind's eye. '... well, that's kinda neat! Certainly would never expect someone like that to come in here.'<br><br>While he was still a little weary, Alex figured he could learn something from the strange dog man mage person. "You're such a good doggie! Yes you are! Yees you are!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asphodel Terrarium</strong> on <strong>May 08, 2015, 01:49:16 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oi! I'm not your pet." he said telepathically.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>May 08, 2015, 01:53:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Ahh, sorry. Just sort of slipped out naturally, I guess.' Alex cleared his throat awkwardly, attempting to back pedal. 'I wish I could turn into an animal. I would be a velicoraptor.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkleather</strong> on <strong>May 08, 2015, 02:31:55 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carl jumped in shock as the man turned into a dog and then curled up on the floor.<br><br>He sat there, eyes wide and watched Alex have a one-sided conversation with the dog.&nbsp; He looked at the bottle of beer and put it back down on the table -- clearly he had drunk enough
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asphodel Terrarium</strong> on <strong>May 10, 2015, 07:30:47 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Deciding he will have no rest, Asphodel turned back to his regular form, that is to say, human form. "We're in a Gingerbread House for crying out loud." he said somewhat annoyed but amused at the same time. "Mages coming in are to be expected."<br><br>He looked at Carl and Alex, then he smiled and asked, "By the way, anyone knows who or where the owner of this <del>delicious</del> wonderful house is?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkleather</strong> on <strong>May 10, 2015, 07:34:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carl shook his head<br><br>"Not a clue.&nbsp; Man,&nbsp; have no idea why I was invite here.&nbsp; I just got this invite, and was told that I would find something out to my advantage."<br><br>Carl drained his beer<br><br>"I haven't seen anything to my advantage yet - just you and him.&nbsp; No offence."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asphodel Terrarium</strong> on <strong>May 10, 2015, 08:32:52 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, you got your beer."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkleather</strong> on <strong>May 10, 2015, 08:38:04 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carl chuckled<br><br>"Yeah, guess I did.&nbsp; Lucky I found it to be honest.&nbsp; Last stop I had before I came here I just found the 6=pack on my bike when I got back to it.&nbsp; No idea where it came from"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PleaseBeGentle</strong> on <strong>May 11, 2015, 07:43:01 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She thought of knocking softly on the door before remembering that the house is gingerbread; it may crumble. She looked down at her jumper dress and smoothed it for the thousandth time. 'It will be alright,' she thought. 'You'll meet some new friends. This isn't hard.' Though her brain commanded her feet to move, she stood still. Nervousness. Anxiety. Enough!<br><br>She opened the door and stepped quietly into the gingery darkness, her nostrils flaring. She let her eyes adjust to the change in light as she looked around. Cozy. She spied a chair near the fireplace that looked inviting to her tired back. As she started over, hoping not to be noticed, she heard a voice. She froze.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asphodel Terrarium</strong> on <strong>May 11, 2015, 07:48:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Someone's there!" Asphodel said in fright and quickly took his guise of a dog. He went to the living room with the fireplace where a beautiful woman stood near to a chair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkleather</strong> on <strong>May 11, 2015, 08:10:50 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carl stood up and almost immediately stumbled.<br><br>"Woah.&nbsp; I only had two."<br><br>He lurched after the dog, only to find himself staggering as his vision blurred and head spun.&nbsp; He went to all fours, shaking his head.&nbsp; He tried to cry out for help, but a strong hand went over his mouth to stop him.&nbsp; He smelled something sweet and descended into darkness.&nbsp; <br><br>The unseen figure grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him over to the wall.&nbsp; There they pulled down a sconce and then dragged the recumbent Carl through the hidden door that silently swung open.&nbsp; When the door swung shut, it was as though Carl had never been there
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PleaseBeGentle</strong> on <strong>May 11, 2015, 08:41:39 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh!" She started. She didn't see that. She did not see that. She did not see a man turn into a dog. She shook her head. "Good puppy," she whispered. "Good doggie." She couldn't move. She reached in her pocket. "Doggie want a treat?"<br><br>The dog stared at her for a moment, then smiled. <br><br>"Good doggie." She knelt and held out her hand. "My dog loves these. They're shaped like little steaks, see?" The dog moved over to her, his nose snuffling. He sniffed at the treat for a moment, then took it. He looked at her. "Do you want another?" The dog smiled. Next thing she knew, she was on the floor in front of the fire, stroking the dog's head on her lap. She loved dogs. "My name's Tabitha. What's your name, fella?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asphodel Terrarium</strong> on <strong>May 11, 2015, 09:25:15 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman was inviting. The dog looked at her curiously. She seems nice! After a while, Asphodel just found himself curled up on Tabitha's lap with her hand stroking his head. She really knows how to make a dog comfy. Asphodel just gave a small yawn and drifted off to sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PleaseBeGentle</strong> on <strong>May 12, 2015, 09:03:57 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aw...sleepy after the treats I gave you, Doggie?" She murmured as she stroked his head. The gentle and even breathing that she felt in her lap let her know that he was asleep. She settled back in the chair, finding it comfortable after her long walk. 'You know, now I'm sleepy,' she thought and sank her head back, keeping one hand on the dog's back. Soon, they were both asleep. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asphodel Terrarium</strong> on <strong>May 24, 2015, 12:56:19 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After a while when the sun had already gone down. The beagle (Asphodel) had woken up. He was already sniffing dinner when he realised Carl was missing. He looked at Alex questioningly, and spoke to him telepathically. "Hey! You've seen where Carl had gone to?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunaMorgenstern</strong> on <strong>June 17, 2015, 11:47:09 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				-slips into the cottage, praying she goes unnoticed, and leans against a wall beside the fireplace-<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunaMorgenstern</strong> on <strong>June 17, 2015, 11:52:31 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				-glances around, only half listening to their conversation, as she tugged her long, soft, caramel hair-<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribal Dancer</strong> on <strong>July 04, 2015, 10:59:56 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The half elven woman strode through the forest seeking the place of rest she'd heard of.&nbsp; She was clad in sturdy black boots that came to a point at the front edge.&nbsp; Snug leather pants and a white blouse that laced at the front hugged her body as a black cincher finished off the look.&nbsp; The woman wore a dark burgundy cape with green elven designs along the edges and she pushed the hood back to reveal her mahogany hair of long curling tresses. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Just then her azure eyes danced with happiness above her wine hued lips as she found the stone path that the scents ginger had guided her to. She walked down the path of stepping stones and stopped at the door leaning close to inhale deeply the heavenly aroma all around her.&nbsp; She held the pale blue crystal, hanging at her neck, that held the essence of all she held dear for a moment and then she stepped inside.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Once inside she almost thought she'd stepped inside a bakery as the sweetness rushed up to greet her senses like an overly eager host.&nbsp; Hanging up her cape and her weapons she then glanced around at the cozy scene.&nbsp; &nbsp;People were reclining and some were talking.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Hello everyone. I'm glad to be here with you for a much needed retreat. My name is Moriah."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asphodel Terrarium</strong> on <strong>July 10, 2015, 06:37:19 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Asphodel, still in his beagle form, began sniffing when Alex didn't respond. He searched in the kitchens then the living room again and noticed someone new- an elven woman. He slowly walked to Moriah and looked at her curiously.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Percival the Gallant</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2015, 07:23:06 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sir Percival had continued his journey from the dark wood where he had encountered the mysterious Lilith some time earlier on a dark, gloomy night. When he had heard her call out from the thicket, he had ran to her succour, but just as she had come into sight in his torchlight, she had vanished. He had called out for her, but there had been no answer but the trees in the wind. He searched the thicket as best he could, as a man such as he could not afford to leave a lady in peril, but there was no trace of her. Even the ground had had no few footprints besides his own. Sometime later he had employed what theurgy the heavens could grant a paladin to try a discern what had become of her, but he learnt nothing. He had prayed that she had been safe, assuming that she had not been a fairy.<br><br>His search had taken much longer, and he had passed from one great forest into another, this one must lighter and greener than the last, where he had found Lilith. At last, however, the twisted path through the wood opened into a clearing and the destination that he had long sought came into view. The masonry did indeed have a light-gingerbread hue, although from the exterior it did seem to be of genuine stone than actual confectionary. Nevertheless, the spectacle of the building confirmed the picturesque abode of which the rumours told.&nbsp; <br><br>After haltering and untacking his destrier at a ring on one side of the building where there was also a shelter, Sir Percival strode up to the front door. He prepared to knock, but after noticing the door slightly ajar, he pressed against it gently only to find it already open, revealing a comfortable, well-furnished parlour with a hearth whose fire continued to burn invitingly. Some individuals were present there, some seemingly lurking, some engaged in conversation, but he recognised no one. Lilith, the woman he had encountered months ago, and who had also been seeking the Gingerbread House, did not seem to be amongst them.<br><br>He entered and bowed by descending to a knee. Those already in the parlour saw a finely dressed gentleman of comely aspect and of a solid warrior’s frame. His face was clean shaven but he wore his light brown hair long to his shoulders. He wore sturdy riding boots of dark brown leather, black leather gloves, a bold blue doublet and leggings and black arming girdle with a fruit-pommelled bastard sword and a misericorde.<br><br>'Gentile folkes,' he began, 'My name is Sir Percyvale, sometyme y-clept (called) "the Gallaunt", and I seke the Lady Aislinn whych is a great sorceresse and whych oweth (owns) this House of Gyngerbrede for to bear her felloweshype and recommende me unto her.'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IxStarfallxI</strong> on <strong>October 29, 2015, 04:51:10 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The journey had been a very long and strange one. The elf girl had gone to sleep one morning in the forest curled up in her camp next to her ever faithful companion Noir. She and her saber cat Noir had been hunting a small band of goblins that had raided nearby villages. The night before she'd caught the trail and was close, but decided to wait until nightfall to strike. When she woke as the sun was beginning to set she found herself alone in a small wooded clearing. Her surroundings where nowhere as she remembered them and immediately she hopped to her feet looking around with her softly glowing silvery eyes. Her camp was gone, as well as Noir. Alarm coursed through her at once, but she didn't sense any danger as she scanned the nearby trees. Off to the left she noticed a small path. Looking about she saw that her bow and quiver of arrows were resting on the tree nearby so she took them slipping the quiver in place, and strapping her bow to her back. <br><br>Looking around again she saw her deep violet colored cloak and her twin daggers. Strapping them about her hips, and pulling the cloak about her shoulders the silver haired elf pulled her hood into place and started walking up the path. She didn't know where she was, how she got there or even where Noir was but she felt herself strangely drawn ahead. Soon she saw why, as she neared a large house. The house looked peaceful, and she felt a compulsion to go inside, not sure why. She kept her guard up though as one hand lifted to lightly push the door open and in she stepped. With her hood drawn up her features were shadowed, but the soft glow of her silver hued orbs could be seen as she entered quietly, gaze sweeping the cozy comfortable looking room.<br><br>Upon entering she felt eyes drawn towards her as she felt she may have interrupted something. She pressed her lips together and pushed aside her unease, then stepped further into the room. Her hands lifted up to pull back the hood, letting her long silver braid fall down her back as the blue skinned elf looked about, then nodded in greeting to those she saw right away just in the main common room. It seamed some had gathered near the cozy fireplace. "M'akasi. sasizra comtizo vansr'ann?" She blinked as she seamed to receive blank stairs before she realized she was speaking in her own native langue. A little frown touching her pouty lips she sighed softly, then tried again.<br><br>"Hello.. I'm sorry to intrude, but can anyone tell me where I am? I don't know how I got here.." Speaking now in a more universal basic form of speech hoping someone would understand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lillylluna</strong> on <strong>November 11, 2015, 10:00:59 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rei Niziolek, a young and timid scientific technological industry worker and repair man, was absolutely lost, stumbling across the rubble that was rocks, grass, and trees. He was pretty ruffled up, his usually neat white clothes tattered as if they had been previously grabbed at, leaving holes and tears in certain areas of his lab coat, his face and arms having burn marks that seemed like the result of electrical circuits having burned and electrocuted the surface of his skin. He had just barely escaped, just barely... Barely... But unfortunately, that didn't come without a cost. He had lost many close people in that explosion; people he could never replace, nor would he see again. He was limping on his right leg, practically dragging it along with the use of his left. He was actually stunned when he came across seeing the building of this house in the middle of these thick woods, although Rei wasn't exactly who you'd consider an outdoorsman. Slowly but surely, the young man pulled himself along, making his final destination to be at that house. He needed a rest, a break, anything that would let him take it easy! Exhaustion weighed upon his shoulders as he finally made it to the door, pushing his cracked glasses up on his face before knocking on the door, peeking in afterwards to see if anyone was there. "H-hello...?" muttered the shy and youthful, exhausted male.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarcusD</strong> on <strong>November 26, 2015, 05:49:11 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Derp was an Explorer, Derp was a Legend, Derp was Heroic... Derp was struggling through the underbrush, his ripped pants and jacket a testament to his fight with a rather tenacious berry bush. He was cold, wet, thirsty, and covered from head to toe in mud and leaves and the various creepy crawly things you would find therein. <br><br>He finally managed to push into the clearing around what he'd hoped was the lost temple of Ginger. According to his irrefutable maps, calculations and knowledge of ancient history this must have been the place. He hadn't even looked up yet as he was still battling with an incredibly stubborn branch lodged in his pant leg, but when he did, what he saw was nothing like what he had drawn in his journal. Undaunted he decided that THIS temple was simply playing hard to get and its current form was a special form reserved for Thursdays.<br><br>He approach the door cautiously, not because he thought it was the necessarily the right thing to do, but because you always approached lost temples this way. He reached the door not noticing the step and tripped grabbing the doorknob and proceeded to tumble into the temple. He lay there face down, and the only thing going through his incredibly large brain was that THIS temple seemed to have a thing about Thursdays. <br><br>Derp was really beginning to hate temples and Thursdays for that matter.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyfickle</strong> on <strong>February 10, 2016, 02:30:52 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While she was browsing on the computer, Lady Fickle suddenly teleported into a… Gingerbread house…Must have gone too far with coffee, she thinks while mopping her eyes. See, there was a dog, which happened to actually be a good person turned into a dog, by himself, a person who had named himself after a genus of plants, and his name – Ashpodel was suspended on a little chain around his neck. A gentle lady was feeding the dog tea and muffins, Lady Fickle thought she would love a little something around 11 o’clock as well. She tried to greet them to ask for it, but the dog just fell asleep on the lady’s lap. Thus, Lady Fickle found out she was actually invisible. Then the spell of sleep overwhelmed her, and she was soon snoring with the entire Gingerbread house. In her dreams she saw an incredibly beautiful woman, who entered describing herself as she was trotting about the ginger house, with a blue crystal, to the effect of which the dog switched laps, then a Sir called Persival came looking for a lady in peril, but since she was invisible and asleep – she was not in peril. Next in her dream entered a sweet-looking elf, who questioned like Alice in Wonderland: can anyone tell me where I am? I should cut down on coffee, Lady Fickle thought. All kinds of literary characters began crashing in her dream:&nbsp; a lost industry worker and repair man, who seemed to run for his life, and a heroic gentlemen, who seemed to be looking for a treasure, who hated Thursdays. Lady Fickle awakened by the sound of her own snoring… 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyfickle</strong> on <strong>February 10, 2016, 02:45:47 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At the sound of snoring, everybody woke up and froze - all the people from the dream turned out to be real. When she understood they can not see her, but they hear her, she said:<br><br>"Kind people, you are probably wondering why I gathered you here today?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>May 04, 2016, 04:10:31 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bustles in, broom held like the mightiest of weapons in one hand and a bucket of assorted cleaning supplies swinging lightly from the other.&nbsp; "It's a bad day to be a cobweb!"&nbsp; Her eyes flick along the rafters seeking out her foes with pitiless precision.&nbsp; Humming softly to herself she immediately sets to work, the scent of lemon wood polish soon permeating the room. No surface was spared the wrath of her cloth or flick of her straw broom.&nbsp; <br><br>Once finished she pulled a small embossed card out from the pocket of her apron, placing it propped up on the bar.&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Warrior Maids</span><br><em>No Job Too Big or Small!</em><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">~Individual rates available upon request~</span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div><br>After which she collapsed into a small exhausted heap in one of the newly conditioned leather chairs her fingers absently ruffling through the now damp and dusty strands of her dark hair.&nbsp; There was a deep satisfaction to a job well done and she was incredibly pleased with herself and indeed life in general as she took in the gleaming tables and neatly tucked in chairs.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>May 12, 2016, 09:04:38 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A low whistle. A steady clapping of the hands. A man now stood in the doorway to the once bustling home of gingerbread. Stepping out of the light and into the room he looked around the place in awe. "It's been quite a long time since I've set foot in here. I'm shocked to see it still standing, much less in a better condition than when I left it." His voice was low but not too deep, yet strangely gratifying to the ears. Leon's senses were assaulted with powerful fumes of lemon and cleaner, though it wasn't quite unpleasant.<br><br>Looking around he found the bar, a calling card, then a woman plopped lazily into a chair. She had the look of a maid, what with her apron and the frazzled expression. "My, my. Are you the one responsible for keeping this place so tidy?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>May 12, 2016, 10:23:15 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She hadn't been expecting the slow clap; it roused her from her half slumber and she jolted upright in the chair her fingers immediately reaching for the handle of her discarded broom out of habit.&nbsp; Upon seeing Leon surveying the interior she stood and straightened her apron making sure that the bow in the back of her apron was neat.&nbsp; There wasn't much else she could do about her appearance, the dust and what not could only be solved with a bath, but a good bow? That she could manage.<br><br>"I umm, just finished actually.&nbsp; 'm not rightly sure who ordered it done.&nbsp; Most places could use a good spring cleaning right round this time of year though."&nbsp; Eyes flicked again over the room and her smile brightened slightly, "Do you come here often then?&nbsp; I don't make it out this way much myself. Thought for sure I was lost a few times on the way over.&nbsp; What kind of directions are 'left at the mossy oak'?&nbsp; A slight left? Sharp turn?&nbsp; Luckily I found a path and just kind of stumbled upon it eventually. Not that it isn't a lovely day to be out for a walk and all but ..."&nbsp; Realizing that she was dangerously close to babbling she flushed a little and trailed off. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>May 12, 2016, 11:15:22 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Often? Hmm, I should say no. It was a long time ago but, I just came to see if the fridge had ever gotten closed." Leon was amused. Both by her reaction to his entrance and to his own reminiscence. The woman was cute enough by appearances, the way she spoke and rattled on and on, however, made her an absolute delight.<br><br>"Hrm, you're right. Those directions are in need of some improvement, despite to conditions of the day. I mean, imagine if it had been raining or worse. Yikes!" Leon chattered, over exaggerating his words just a tad. Seeing her cheeks light up with embarrassment was even more sweet, like the glaze on a sweet roll. Fitting, considering where they were at this moment. "Terribly sorry, where are my manners? The name is Leon. Some call me the White Emperor, though you may call me whatever you like. Might I inquire about your name, miss...?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>May 12, 2016, 11:27:58 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is <em>-that- </em>what that smell was?" A truly horrified expression crossed her features for a moment, but she recovered quickly enough.&nbsp; The place was all clean and sparkling now after all so there was no use crying or getting upset over long spilled and soured milk!&nbsp; "Nice to meet you Leon.." she wasn't really the type for titles, no matter how impressive Emperor might sound.&nbsp; "I'm Rae." She extended her hand toward him kind of belatedly noting the ragged edges of her nails and the reddened section where a splinter from the floor had jabbed her earlier. It was not impressive as far as battle wounds went, but the area was still tender.&nbsp; Ahh well, he could shake it or not, at this point it would look even more weird if she drew it back.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>May 12, 2016, 11:40:44 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Haha, the product of the craziness from back then, I suppose. Sorry you had to be the one to clean up the mess, Rae." Smiling to himself as the name left his lips. Hmm, she was a hoot and a half, that much was certain. Gently taking her hand in his, he was sure to take care not to cause her any more discomfort than she was sure to be experiencing. "The pleasure is mine." Taking back his hand after a curt shake, he gestured to the aforementioned fridge. "Would you like a drink? You're certainly due something for your efforts here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>May 12, 2016, 11:59:52 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Eh, if no one made messes I suppose I'd be out of a job so ... thank you?"&nbsp; She shook his hand in a quick but firm grip then glanced over toward the fridge nodding slightly.&nbsp; "I AM quite thirsty.&nbsp; Lemonade sounds good.&nbsp; No, not good, but divine might be going over the top a bit?&nbsp; Amazing? Awesome sauce? Wonderful?&nbsp; Yes, lemonade sounds wonderful!" For someone who apparently talked as much as she did she moved with an almost eerie quietness, instinctively avoiding any creaky floorboards. <br><br>"So you took a bit of a break from the craziness eh? Or did you simply find new crazy while you were away? The good kind or the bad?&nbsp; Do you mind me asking questions?&nbsp; I probably should have started with that one humm? Sorry, this is why they never assign me to team jobs. Apparently I have a 'chatty inquisitive side that drives others batty' or something." The last bit was tacked on for it did indeed seem like she'd been directly quoting from one of her last performance evaluations. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>May 13, 2016, 12:24:12 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"T'was not I who made the mess but, I suppose I have made messes before. So, you're welcome? Haha." Turning to the fridge, he fished around for the lemonade and then dug out a pair of glasses. Pouring the drinks, he smiled as she decided on her words. "You're something else, you know that?" Chuckling to himself, he turned and put away the lemonade. Sure to close the fridge, for future use. "You're not a bother, ask away."<br><br>"Alas... Crazy follows me everywhere, I'm afraid. The problem isn't the crazy, so much as which crazy it is. I can handle most silliness but, at times, the crazy gets the better of me. Hence, why it's been so long since I last visited. A shame, really. Though, I must say that I'm glad the crazy brought me back here, at this particular moment. As such, it is both good and bad, no?" Gazing at her, he handed her the glass. With a grin and a wink, he raised his own in toast.<br><br>"To crazy."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>May 17, 2016, 07:03:47 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Something else?&nbsp; Her head tilted as she considered his words.&nbsp; Was that a compliment?&nbsp; Should she apologize?&nbsp; &nbsp;Unable to decide she just shrugged and watched as he bustled around, filling two glasses with the tart yellow liquid, even going so far as to grin and give him a thumbs up as he carefully closed the fridge door.<br><br>"I think life in general is often a mix of good and bad.&nbsp; It is how you learn to balance and walk between them that defines who you are as a person ... but that is by far too deep a philosophical hole to dive into today."&nbsp; Gratefully she accepted the glass he offered her and raised it to click gently against the side of his in toast.&nbsp; "To crazy!"&nbsp; &nbsp;It was no delicate sip that followed.&nbsp; She was THIRSTY after all and once the sweet/sour mixture flooded over her tongue she couldn't help herself, throat working quickly to down full half the glass.&nbsp; Flushing again a little bit she cleared her throat, eyes flicking around the room as she searched for another topic of conversation.<br><br>"Sooo .. why do they call it gingerbread, when it is clearly more cake or cookie?"&nbsp; Truthfully that had been bothering her for most of the day, but now she finally had someone else to ask. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>May 17, 2016, 06:11:36 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon nodded, feeling as though he walked that very line himself at times. Grinning at the amusing change in her tone, not wishing to further delve into these matters. Bringing his own glass up to his lips, Leon sipped at the tangy beverage with a smile. It was sweet, yet sour. Lemonade was always nice and refreshing.<br><br>Raising a brow at her, stifling a soft chuckle at her guzzling of her own beverage. <em>It's a good thing she hadn't chosen an alcoholic beverage,</em> he quipped internally. Noticing she'd not lost a drop, he set down his glass to give her another clap or two. "Remind me to get you a bigger glass next time. Heh heh." Cheeks tinted red once more as she seemed to compose herself. Ever the embodiment of a cute maid was she. Blinking at her sudden remark, he once again cocked a brow at her.<br><br>"I.. That's not really a question I'm qualified to answer. Sorry. Though, I'm sure it has a lot to do with the fact that ginger or ginger root is used for the flavor and as a main ingredient. Maybe the first time it was made, it was made as a bread and not as a treat?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ergo Proxy</strong> on <strong>May 18, 2016, 01:00:07 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ergo stops at the front door to wipe his shoes on the doormat prior to taking them off and setting them aside. Reaching a hand inside a pocket he pulls out a small vial labeled "Pure Sanitizer" and squeezes a dime size into the other hand, then places the vial back into the pocket. "No such thing as being too clean" he added while rubbing his hands together.<br><br>Entering the house, he cautiously inhales its scent, then sweeps his gaze around the room. "The nerve-" he mutters to himself with an distasteful look. <br><br>He marches over to a nearby table and picks up two glasses, proceeds to rinse them before carefully placing them into the dishwasher. With work done, he reveals a smug smile, even nodding in approval.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>May 18, 2016, 05:17:47 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At his clap she grinned and gave him a small if a bit self depreciating curtsy.&nbsp; "Thank you thank you.&nbsp; I'll be here all week, or at least for the rest of the evening!"&nbsp; It was clear that her somewhat off the wall question had thrown him for a loop and she accepted his postulation with a small shrug.<br><br>"Fair enough.&nbsp; What kinds of questions ARE you qualified to answer?&nbsp; That is, what would you like to talk about? I am clearly not the best at picking topics and it is your turn." Taking her newly refilled glass with her she moved back to the chair she'd been curled up in when Leon had entered least she start hovering and neatening again while they talked.&nbsp; It took her a moment to get settled back in, her legs tucked up under her comfortably.<br><br>As Ergo entered she gave him a small wave her head tilting as he marched through the room clearly a man on a mission of some kind, one she was careful to not interrupt. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>May 18, 2016, 03:09:40 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He would drink to her positive reaction to his praises, chuckling and nodding, genuinely having a good time. It was his turn to choose a topic, her jabbing remark about his qualifications making him grin. "Good question. I never quite feel up to task but, I've been told I'm too hard on myself. Alas, I'll throw one back at you; Where do I get one of these with your number on it?" he asked, now lifting her previously placed business card up with a smile.<br><br>Just then, they were interrupted by a rather uppity man, though intriguing is how he moved about as if not noticing their presence. Rae now taking this chance to return to her spot, Leon looking over his shoulder at her and gesturing to the guy like, 'What is this guy doing?'<br><br>Drinking a bit more of his delicious, lemony beverage, Leon grinned and leaned against the bar. Leon was in the kitchen as well, as the dishwasher and fridge should've been located relatively close to one another, and just waited for the man to notice he and Rae's existence.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>renigade</strong> on <strong>May 20, 2016, 12:38:13 pm</strong>
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				A loud crash could be heard coming from outside and then a terrible roar as the door flew open. A somewhat thicker built white lady, looking &nbsp;between 26-30 ran in side the house and slams the door with her back to it to keep what ever was out there from getting in. However a huge clawed hand stopped the door from closing all the way. The brown haird woman growled and grabbed an umbrella from the holder near the door and began smaking the hand. "Back! Back I say, you foul beast!" Renigade battled the hand for a few moments before it finally pulled free and she was able to close the door. She sighed in relief, dropping the now useless rain repeling tool on the floor, where it remained in tatters. She turned around, blushing as she only just now realized there were a lot of people in the room. She laughed awkwardly, rubbling the back of her head sheepishly.&nbsp; "Ahh.... haha.... hi guys...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>May 20, 2016, 01:22:55 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His question just made her shake her head... then shake her head some more, dislodging already messy strands of dark and dusty hair.&nbsp; Ramble on a million and one topics sure, but a gentleman asking for her phone number got her all kinds of tongue tied.&nbsp; Luckily for her at least there was a ruckus at the door and she watched wide eyed as the newest arrival beat off some large beasty, wielding the umbrella with surprising skill and enthusiasm.<br><br>"Holy buckets that looked close!&nbsp; I'm super impressed. You okay lady?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>renigade</strong> on <strong>May 20, 2016, 01:59:45 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Renigade gave a toothy, awkward grin when a dark haired lady asked if she was ok. "Yeah... im fine. Son of a gun ate my car so I attempted to get it back..." her hazel eyes scanned the room and landed right on a tabble of snacks. "Aw sweet, free food." <br>She made her way over to the tabble with surprising speed considering she was kind of big and began grabbing cookies and small sandwhiches. "So" she started with a mouth full of cookie "wad I mish?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWhiteEmperor</strong> on <strong>May 20, 2016, 10:59:09 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cursing himself, realizing just how floppity his flopped flop had flopped, Leon pursed his lips in dismay. <em>I should have known better than to try such a line on such a refined young maiden,</em> he thought to himself before he was suddenly alerted to another intruder. Jumping over the counter, he prepared to strike at this new foe.<br><br>That is, until a young woman, scared out of her wits, barreled through and fought off some raging beast. Eyes wide, he mused at the woman and grinned. "Rough day, huh?" Leon asked, a wry smile forming across his lips. He now took this time to step over to a table and sat alone, leaning against it with an arm.<br><br>"You haven't missed much, aside from some banter and cleaning," he admitted, nodding to affirm nothing else had really happened up to this point. "You know, I could slay that beast for you. Though, I can't say it will do you any good. I'm sure the car is... no more."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>May 24, 2016, 08:15:16 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now that you're here though ..."&nbsp; Reaching down to the side of the chair she drew out the wooden box she'd seen during her earlier cleaning spree.&nbsp; "Can I interest y'all in a game?"<br><br><div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/21/c8/66/21c866025ad50606354933604ca25918.jpg)</div><br>In truth Scrabble was not her strong suit.&nbsp; Spelling was tricky under the best of circumstances, but under pressure and with a limited selection of letters to draw from?&nbsp; Well lets just say abysmal was a pretty good descriptor.&nbsp; "I'm sure we could find other games if we hunted around.&nbsp; Going out side anytime soon seems like a bad idea and it could be a good way to pass the time.&nbsp; How long does it take for bears to calm down after eating cars by the way?&nbsp; They don't cover these kinds of things in general wilderness education courses!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySinister</strong> on <strong>July 24, 2016, 08:59:53 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cressida topped a slight rise. Instead of the stream and small waterfall marked in the trail guide, she saw the most charming stone cottage. The topmost tree leaves spun and fluttered. A few daisies nodded in the lush grass. There was a sense of stillness, despite the songbirds faraway gossip.<br><br>She hitched up her pack and walked a little closer, the slight noise of her boots on the meadowy lawn feeling uncomfortably loud and conspicuous. A circuit of the building turned up no vehicles, or whirring air conditioning units, but neither were there "no trespassing" signs.<br><br>Deep parallel gouges ominously marked the front door. Could someone be hurt? It opened easily.<br><br>"Hello?"<br><br>No answer. The shade immediately felt cooler on her skin and the interior smelled faintly of... lemon oil? There was no blood, no sign of struggle, she couldn't smell any scat.<br><br>After a thorough investigation revealed absolutely no one, she refilled her water bottle in the kitchen and sat down at the table. <br><br>"Huh, an 'x' and just about all vowels...let's see...e-x-h-o-n-e-r-a-t-e. I wonder if that's spelled right?"<br><br>Still feeling a bit nonplussed, she pulled out her tarot deck for a simple, four card spread.<br><br>"The Empress." The card snapped lightly against the table. "The Hanged Man. The Tower...and the Five of Wands. Hmmmmm..."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tarasalem</strong> on <strong>August 07, 2016, 01:51:51 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara walked out of the woods and into a clearing that was pretty unfamiliar. It helped that she had chosen to go off her usual walking trail today of all days and gotten lost. Now somehow she was standing in front of a little cottage. Two dark blonde eyebrows lifted so high that they nearly touched her hairline. "Well this is... Uh, new...?" She muttered under her breath. After all, it wasn't everyday that one stumbled across a cottage in the middle of nowhere. With caution in her emerald green eyes, she slowly moved closer to the house, her boots somehow landing silently despite how heavy they were.<br><br>By the time she reached the front door, she was starting to feel like she was in some horror movie. A hand reached out carefully to touch the doorknob. Instead it seemed to shy away from her as the door creaked open. "This isn't creepy... This isn't creepy at all..." She muttered under her breath. Swallowing hard, she didn't dare step in just yet. Instead she grabbed at the pocket knife she always had with her and flicked the blade out. "Hello?" She called out. Well, either she had just become that stupid girl that always dies first in horror movies or she was just talking awkwardly to an empty cottage.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySinister</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2016, 04:27:59 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cressida looked up from her cards to what seemed to be a very startled young woman. <em>The Empress indeed...</em> She rose and walked forward slowly before holding out her hand, noticing the contrast in hues: her palm pink and the back like the caramelized edge of a baked peach. "Hi, I'm Cressida Page."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tarasalem</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2016, 05:25:21 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara jumped as someone came to the entrance to greet her, but was quick to relax once she realized it was just some woman. Hesitantly, she closed the pocket knife and slipped it back into her pocket, giving the stranger a hesitant smile. "Um, hi. Sorry to intrude like this. I got lost out there and just sort of ended up here. This cottage... Do you own it or something?" She asked slowly. Looking inside, it seemed rather empty, yet cozy at the same time. A curious place, but not at all as horrifying as she had been expecting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySinister</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2016, 09:55:06 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nah, I don't own it. Just found it like this." Cressida looked at her phone. "About twenty minutes ago, actually. It's surprisingly clean...How did you end up here?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tarasalem</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2016, 11:06:01 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had just found it like this? Well that was odd. "And nobody else is here...?" She mumbled, glancing around curiously. She stepped further inside, looking around and taking in her surroundings. When she was asked how she got here, Tara tensed and glanced over awkwardly. "Wh-Who, me?" That was a stupid question. Who else would it be? They were the only two here. "Just, um... H-Hiking!" She stammered out, straightening up. Well, in a way that had been the case, but there was always more to a story and Tara's story was particularly intricate. She found her gaze wandering for some sort of change in subject before her eyes landed on a deck of cards on the table. Looking closer, she came to realize they weren't just <em>any</em> deck of cards. "Are those tarot cards?" She asked with a mild interest in her tone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violett</strong> on <strong>August 22, 2016, 11:39:21 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Violett entered the room and sat in the chair nearest to the coffee bar. She smoothed her pleated pink skirt as she sat on the bar stool. As she looked around, she noticed that the room was void of "No smoking" signs, so she reached into her clutch bag and pulled out a pack of Marlboro lights and a black lighter as well as her compact and deep red lipstick. <br>She lit the cigarette and looked around for protest, but saw none and took a deep drag, then opened her compact and pursed her lips and opened her mouth to check her lipstick. She rustled her blonde hair and crinkled her nose, playfully sticking her tongue at herself. She had learned to be patient with life and to have fun at the same time. She looked up as the barista approched, a handsome young man in his twenties with a five o' clock shadow and an apparent gym membership.</strong><br><br><em>"What will you be having today ma'am?"</em> <strong>He asked.</strong><br><br><em>"Well, I assume you aren't on the menu, so I guess I will have a medium size dark roast with cream and sugar."</em><br><br><strong>She took another drag off her cigarette and he placed an ashtray in front of him.</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>November 20, 2016, 03:30:34 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"We're almost there ...everyone calm down... NO BITING!"<br><br>There was much rustling, rattling, thumping, even a growl as she wrestled the door open.&nbsp; The large basket in her arms shifted alarmingly to the left, but a quick series of dancing hops to the right got her back on track, a nudge with her heel closing the door behind her along the way.<br><br>"There, we made it!" With a flourish she put the basket on the table nearest to her, pulling off the blanket which had been draped over it to reveal a bevy of furred faces and lolling tounges. "Hello darlings!" Making small cooing sounds she dropped a rain of kisses upon upturned heads, helping them make their way out of the basket and onto the floor where they could roll and run off some of their excess energy.<br><br><div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/08/22/06/0822061785f2adbbf839dc33385ebf94.jpg)</div><br>That done she fished out a sign from the bottom of the now empty basket, frowning at one corner which had clearly been gnawed upon.&nbsp; Ahh well, nothing for it now.&nbsp; Humming to herself she carefully placed the sign in the window.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="background-color: #FAEBD7;" class="bbc_color"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Puppy Play Time!</strong></span><br><em><strong>Everyone Welcome!<br>Proven stress relief<br>Daily dose of cute<br>FREE!!</strong></em></span></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaelrishe</strong> on <strong>November 25, 2016, 09:25:39 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The front door of the cozy old house creaks open, a soft, round face framed by long black ringlets poking in curiously. Dressed in a plaid sweater vest and circle skirt, white stockings and buckled shoes, a rotund and androgynous figure steps tentatively inside, carrying with them a basket covered in red checkered cloth. They start slightly as a puppy goes running past, quickly followed by several more. Thoughtfully, they approach one of the comfortable couches near the fire and take a seat, taking from their basket a large white mushroom, cleaning it up with a small brush and taking an appreciative bite.<br><br><em>What a nice place. There's so many other people here, so I guess it must be open. If I'm lucky, they might have some wine to go with these...</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>November 25, 2016, 09:45:02 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Ah, it's been ages,</em> Bly thought as he returned to this place. It had been too long since he'd visited the Gingerbread House. He'd missed it, honestly. It was a lighthearted sort of place where it was easy to come and go with general ease. And someone was here! He was surprised to see them as he opened the door somewhat after they'd already arrived. He was dressed in a black trench coat, a sporting top hat, sable slacks, and at his hand was his trusty cane with a small silver falcon on it. Coincidentally, the cane had long twirling stripes not unlike a candy cane.<br><br>He tipped his hat to the newcomer, hoping not to surprise them too unduly, and he said, "If you're looking for anything, I might be able to help you find it. I'm Blythe, and it's a pleasure to meet you...." He hesitated, leaving the question unspoken, but the silence was essentially a quiet request to know who this newcomer was in this house he shared with so many fine people of Elliquiy!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaelrishe</strong> on <strong>November 25, 2016, 11:01:57 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The newcomer was slightly surprised to see someone approach them, and so soon. He was such a dapper man, and with such a graceful manner. Suddenly, in spite of themselves, the newcomer felt awkwardly underdressed. They self-consciously smoothed out their skirt, taking a moment to swallow their bite of mushroom before speaking.<br><br>"Tibithy," they said, offering a small smile. "Tibithy Bergenfeld. The pleasure's all mine. I'm sorry to just walk in. I only just found this place and it seemed so warm and inviting, I thought I would just take a peek inside. I hope I'm not imposing on anyone. I'm afraid all I've got with me at the moment are mushrooms... and those will be much better sauteed with a little olive oil."<br><br>They took one from the basket and held it up in offering.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>November 26, 2016, 12:28:40 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rachel entered the building, wearing a thick coat complete with a short skirt and thigh-high striped stockings. None of these things went together, though that was Rachel all over. She took the olive oil from the newcomer without even taking note of what it was. "Dibs." <br><br>Taking a seat on the floor with it, she examined the item. Shaking her head, she got back up, and gave it back to the stranger. "Undibbed." Then she sat back on the floor, whistling nonchalantly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaelrishe</strong> on <strong>November 26, 2016, 01:12:14 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tibithy blinked slowly, staring at Rachel in silence, wondering mildly at the circumstances that could produce such a person.<br><br><em>Is that the kind of place this is? Maybe I'm worrying about nothing.</em><br><br>"Would there happen to be a kitchen in here?" Tibithy asked generally, no much minding who answered, still glancing curiously at Rachel's stripes. "It's getting close to my lunchtime, and a cooked meal would really hit the spot, especially on a chilly day like today. I'll make it myself, of course. I have most of what I need. Don't worry, I'm willing to share."<br><br><em>Stripes. I think I'd look good in striped stockings. I'll have to remember that.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>November 26, 2016, 03:54:59 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rachel, completely ignoring the comment about food and kitchens, instead chose to zero in on the stranger's attentions towards her legs. Or rather, the stockings that covered them. <br><br>"Hot Topic. You can order them off Hot Topic." She grinned, however, quite fond of any attention. "Thank you kindly for leering at my legs. Quite an ego boost for me." <br><br>She crossed her long slender legs, then shrugged. "No one really owns this place, I don't think. Just stumble around. You'll find where you need to be eventually. And don't be so polite... unless you genuinely like being that way." She stretched herself out, laying her back against the floor. "Politeness only gets you so far in life. If there is a Twinkie in the pantry, it's mine."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaelrishe</strong> on <strong>November 26, 2016, 04:07:27 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg12802890#msg12802890">Quote from: CutiebyNight on November 26, 2016, 03:54:59 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Rachel, completely ignoring the comment about food and kitchens, instead chose to zero in on the stranger's attentions towards her legs. Or rather, the stockings that covered them. <br><br>"Hot Topic. You can order them off Hot Topic." She grinned, however, quite fond of any attention. "Thank you kindly for leering at my legs. Quite an ego boost for me."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Tibithy gave a little sigh and nod of understanding, although they weren't entirely certain that they did understand, and made a mental note for later. In truth, Tibithy loved horizontal stripes, but generally avoided them for the sake of others. Maybe now was the time to loosen up.<br><br>"Well, you do wear those well," they said. "Of course, I'll own I've never had legs like yours."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg12802890#msg12802890">Quote from: CutiebyNight on November 26, 2016, 03:54:59 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She crossed her long slender legs, then shrugged. "No one really owns this place, I don't think. Just stumble around. You'll find where you need to be eventually. And don't be so polite... unless you genuinely like being that way." She stretched herself out, laying her back against the floor. "Politeness only gets you so far in life. If there is a Twinkie in the pantry, it's mine."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"I'll be sure to save it for you, then," Tibithy said, puzzling mildly at this philosophy and getting up to explore the house. "I take it this isn't the kind of place where people fry those, or I'd offer."<br><br>They went around to the kitchen, setting down the basket and laying out its contents on the counter.<br><br>"Politeness has its uses," they mused, warming up a frying pan and laying a white mushroom out on the cutting board. "If you give it to others, you usually get it back. Well, usually. That's the risk of investment, right?"<br><br>A chop and a pour later, the kitchen was full of the smell of sizzling mushrooms. Tibithy sighed contentedly, taking a seat on the stool by the stove. On a whim, they checked the pantry, finding there nothing less than a solitary Twinkie. They pursed their lips and quietly shut the cabinet again, resuming their seat as though nothing had happened.<br><br><em>Who keeps just one Twinkie? It seems I have a lot to learn about this place.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>terranspirit</strong> on <strong>January 23, 2017, 10:19:38 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Terra carefully pulled open the door, walking into the cozy little cottage.<br><br>"Hellooo,"&nbsp; Free of the cool air outside, her hazel hues were immediately drawn to the fire, hands carefully unbuttoning the thick fasteners to her long coat. She walked carefully, drawing her gloved hand through her dark brown hair, a smile breaking on her face as she found a place near the fire to warm up and let the cold from her body. Plopping herself upon the cushioned furniture, the young woman allowed her body to relax.<br><br>"What a long day! But it would seem to end on a good note. After all, I found this place," She smiled, directing her beaming face to no one in particular. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ceretraks</strong> on <strong>February 19, 2017, 06:14:13 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The door slowly opens as another person finds their way into this place. A young man, thin and somewhat short, wearing Jeans and a sweater that is a little too big for him enters through slowly. Jack inspects the inside of the establishment, his eyes moving around the room in search for a place to sit down at. <br><br>After a short moment he makes his way to sit at a table, relaxing a little as he sits down. He begins looking around the room a bit more, both to try and get an idea of who else is in here as well as just to figure out whether he can order any refreshments or if he should've brought some after all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OctaviasGspot</strong> on <strong>February 28, 2017, 12:29:51 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				River moved through the wood growing tired and feeling certain she was utterly lost.&nbsp; Just as she was about to give up and take a seat on the cold ground she caught scent of something familiar on the wind.&nbsp; "Gingerbread?"&nbsp; She followed the smell a few hundred meters to the east.&nbsp; Sure enough there was a cottage right there in the woods where the smell of Gingerbread grew strongest.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Putting her black hair up in a hastily formed bun, she ruffled out the wrinkles in her skirt and sighed at the sight of the large tear in her sweater.&nbsp; She had been wandering these woods for so long since losing her school group her uniform was dirty and the tear in her sweater was only made bigger from her unwittingly pulling on a thread.&nbsp; She was by no means presentable but her phone was dead and she needed to call home.<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She could only hope someone was in there and that they had a phone.&nbsp; She approached around the side and peeked into a window.&nbsp; She could see a fireplace and comfortable looking furniture.&nbsp; It looked so cozy and warm she immediately went to the door and knocked. "Hello?&nbsp; Is anyone in there?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>June 02, 2017, 06:46:11 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Tumbles out of the woods at a rather high velocity - wormholes can be a rather turbulent means of travel. Dusts off and then surveys the Gingerbread House which seems to be empty. Cackles gleefully at the luck of having happened by while everyone was away. Cracking her knuckles, she picks the best spot then lays out an assortment of frostings. After a fleeting pause the storm of confectionery goodness commences.<br><br>After hours with spoons and butter knives, layer upon layer of frosting has been painstakingly shaped into a sugary - if not exactly original - masterpiece that covers an entire wall of the house. </em><br><br><div align="center">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/ea/Van_Gogh_-_Starry_Night_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg/1280px-Van_Gogh_-_Starry_Night_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg)</div><br><em>Grinning at the fruit of her labors she plops down in the soft grass with a canteen of cool water to rest her weary arms.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>June 02, 2017, 06:50:12 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh wow, you brought me back to long long ago...<br><br>https://youtu.be/oxHnRfhDmrk
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>June 02, 2017, 06:53:40 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I'm partial to the Josh Groban (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6x-5U8R0Jmw) version myself. It was the first version I've ever heard and I am a fan of goofy Mr. Groban so I might be biased. XD
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreo</strong> on <strong>June 02, 2017, 06:57:38 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That can often happen with artists and how we view them. I fell in love with Don Maclean way back when I first heard American Pie on the radio.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>June 02, 2017, 07:00:16 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I like the friendlier, folk sound of the original - which is for some reason making me think of Bob Ross... &gt;_&gt;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vivid Shado</strong> on <strong>June 26, 2017, 11:42:45 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After what seems like ages Shado comes to a halting stop just outside of the glow that is emanating from the windows of a house that appears out of nowhere. Tilting his head to the left slightly he drops to his knees and ponders to himself for a moment. <em>"should I venture into this place?"</em>, he thinks to himself as his body lifts itself off the ground having already made its mind up for him. <br><br>Reaching out Shado takes hold of the cool to the touch knob and turns it to the left. As soon as the door cracks open the smell of the interior intrudes his senses. The smell of belonging and many tales adventure assaults his mind. Images of people coming and going and returning flood his thoughts as he presses the door further open. Taking a step in and letting go of the door his eyes swim from nowhere to the glow emanating from the warm flames on the logs in the fireplace. Several open chairs surround the area nearest the flames of which some are occupied while others are open. Moving with a silence born of him, Shado creeps along the shadows to one of the open chairs and silently falls into it. As soon as his body hits the seat it is instantly relaxed. A soft sigh escapes his lips as the feeling of comfort takes control. Something that he has longed for and almost forgotten. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>June 26, 2017, 11:56:47 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Hears a sounds and starts awake, groggily blinking and swinging an arm, knocking over the small mountain of empty mugs that have accumulated on the table.</em><br><br>Whossat?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vivid Shado</strong> on <strong>June 27, 2017, 12:19:40 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A sudden movement followed by the sound of empty mugs and a voice stir Shado from his sudden stupor into a full awareness that someone was aware of him being there. Locking eyes with Dys he tries to shrink into the shadows of the seat that he is currently occupying. Slowing reaching up with his left hand he tries to bring the cowl of his cloak further over his face while at the same time keeping his eyes still locked with Dys. In a slightly deepened voice, he states in hope that it works to his favor, <em>"There is no one here but you."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>June 27, 2017, 12:29:49 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No one but me? <br><br><em>It was possible, but something seemed off...</em><br><br>Hey, that's not my voice talking to me at all. <br><br><em>Grabs a spoon and brandishes it menacingly, peering around the dimly lit confines of the room.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vivid Shado</strong> on <strong>June 27, 2017, 04:39:09 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shado smirked at the antics that this person was displaying. He continued to sit in the shadows that the chair was providing as his pale blueish gray eyes continued to watch the actions of this person. Shaking his head from within the cowl of his cloak he grinned as he watched the door that he had left open swing suddenly closed as a draft from upstairs had caught the door closing it rather sharply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>June 27, 2017, 05:13:32 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>One step, then two. The floor boards squeak softly beneath her heavy boots. The tense air was shattered by the slamming of the door. She whirled toward the sound, a sharp flick of her wrist leaves a spork lodged in the frame. She arches an eyebrow, nothing there.</em><br><br>Hmmmm, something stange is afoot...<br><br><em>She turns back to face the room, idly scratching her neck with the spoon.</em><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vivid Shado</strong> on <strong>June 28, 2017, 08:56:00 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As soon as the spoon left Dys hand Shado was up and moving. He had managed without making a sound to move up behind her. As she turned to look back to where she had been looking before the slamming of the door there stood Shado not mere inches from her. A hidden blade now aimed at her gut.<br><br>"I don't know who are you, and because of that, I don't trust you. Now I understand that this is not my home and that you reside here but I have a few questions. I also am going to warn you not to move as this blade is tipped with a poison that will not kill but will allow me to escape here if I need to.", his voice was now chilling to the ears. No longer did he mask his voice as he did before to try and get her to think she was alone. However, he should have known that wouldn't have worked had he paid closer attention to the woman's anatomy. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>June 28, 2017, 09:14:40 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Turning to find someone nose to nose with her was startling but far from the strangest thing to happen. She can't help but to bare her teeth in a devilish grin, bemused by the audacity of the shadowy newcomer. Dys shifts her weight, unphased by the mention of poison if things come down to it.</em><br><br>This how you make all your new friends? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vivid Shado</strong> on <strong>June 28, 2017, 09:52:13 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shado was startled by the statement that came from the woman that stood before him. However, he did not let it surface. "I do not have friends only partners.", he states. His bladed hand relaxes which retracts the poisoned laced blade back into its sheath on his wrist. Shado's shoulders do not relax as he stands there still inches from the woman's own face. His breath which should have been hot cascading over her skin as she speaks is actually cool to the touch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>June 28, 2017, 10:09:49 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>It had been a while since someone so strange had happened across her path, Dys wasn't sure what to make of the newcomer. Honey gold eyes gazed unblinkingly into the darkness beneath the hood, whether to see beneath it or just absently was unclear. With a roll of scarred shoulders a decision is reached, for now. The grin widens.</em><br><br>Well <strong>partner</strong>, you keep the mead pouring and I might answer some questions.<br><br><em>Takes a few steps and falls into a worn chair, sprawling haphazardly</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vivid Shado</strong> on <strong>June 28, 2017, 11:15:56 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shado grins under the cowl of the hood that covers his head and heads from the back of the house. Moments later he returns with two pints of mead. Reaching over he hands one to the woman and returns to the chair he had occupied moments before. Lifting the pint to his lips he takes a hard draw and then lowers it to his knee. Looking over at the woman his eyes still hidden behind the shadows, he judges her for a moment. <br><br>"Where are you from?", he asks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>June 28, 2017, 11:28:04 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Accepts the mug, inhaling the sweet scent that was redolent of summer fruit and warm spice before throwing back about half the contents. </em><br><br>From? Nowhere, everywhere, take your pick. <em>Dys chuckles warmly and points one of the fingers wrapped around the mug and gestures at her heavily worn boots</em> I tend to not stay in one place very long. Where ever I lay my head and all that. For now, I am here. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vivid Shado</strong> on <strong>June 30, 2017, 11:11:57 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shado smirks from behind the shadows that the cowl is producing, both natural and unnaturally. His eyes look into the crimson hues of the content within the mug that he is currently holding. His mind processes the information that Dys had given him. <br><br>"So you seem to be as I am. A wanderer of places with no place to really call home.", he states in an as a matter of fact sort of way. &nbsp;"However, I think that you would call home somewhere that interested you enough to stick around.", he claims as he looks from the mug directly into her eyes, without her knowing he was doing so.<br><br>His thoughts start to wander as he keeps his eyes locked onto hers. Thoughts of far long past events surface as he watches her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>June 30, 2017, 11:40:20 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>The smile fades to a wistful ghost of itself</em> <br><br>Perhaps... But any place I might desire to linger would be the less for it. You can't dwell in the temple and not push out the spirits that it was meant to house.<br><br><em>She shakes her head, free hand coming up to rake messy locks away. Then another pull of mead to chase away the question, but watching the shadowy figure move around the room Dys wondered if his words had been directed at her at all. The ghost seemed to have ghosts of his own.</em> 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vivid Shado</strong> on <strong>July 01, 2017, 04:17:22 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"If only you knew, Dys."</em>, he thought to himself seeing the look on her face. A look at he had seen on so many other faced both those that still lived and those that would haunt him until his time here was done. <em>"Pray the Lord helps everyone if they find me again."</em> he continued to think all the while listening to what she had to say.<br><br>Setting his untouched mug on the small side table to his left he brings his hands together and lays his chin on them as his elbows dig into the arms of the chair. His thoughts dwell on what she told him about how it would be less for that place if she lingered. Opening his mouth he speaks in his icy cold voice, "Pray tell what you mean by that?", His intrigue was taking the better part of him as he listened to her. His intrigue on this woman, a woman that he knew almost nothing about.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 01, 2017, 09:46:03 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em> Another drink left her staring at the bottom of an empty mug. Sitting it to the side she stood and walked into the kitchen, letting the question hang in the air while she pulled one of the mead barrels off the rack. Hefting it on a shoulder she returned to the front room, setting the barrel down beside her chair with a heavy thump. She takes longer than necessary to refill her mug, unsure of how much of an answer to give.</em><br><br>What do I mean? Maybe I mean nothing, for all you know I could be quite mad. <br>But haven't you ever been a place that was... <em>Dys stares into her mead as if the amber liquid would provide the word she was looking for.</em><br>Pure? I guess. Some place that engulfed you and washed away... Everything. <em>A wistful smile is quickly hidden by a tipped back mug and is gone when the mead is lowered.</em><br>You can't stay in a place like that. Lingering would only taint that strange magic wouldn't you agree? Or am I mad after all?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vivid Shado</strong> on <strong>July 02, 2017, 01:34:46 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shado thought for a moment as he listened to what Dys had said. As he sat there his right hand slips into the folds of his cloak and brush up against an item. Grasping it he retrieves a golden locket that has seen better days. The locket has a few discolorations to it and from afar it would appear to be tarnished but if one was to look closer the discoloration would have a brownish red hue to it; dried blood. As Shado looked at the locket that now lay in his hands the memory of such a pure place returns to his thoughts. The feelings of pure happiness and joy fill him for the moment as he relives if only through the memory, the laughter of a child looking up at him. Her baby blue eyes glimmering in the sun as she runs ahead of him. <br><br>Then as suddenly as the happiness had come it was gone. Replaced by flame engulfed buildings. Chaos. Screams. Terror. All that which Shado had tried to hide from, and was still trying to hide from, had come to that place of pureness and had turned it upside-down. As the memory continued on in his mind he could see his vision flowing from each building and ending up on the now deceased little child. Her eyes glazed over. He could see his hand reaching down to remove the blood-stained locket from around her neck as his vision blurs from the tears that he had spent during that time. <br><br>As the memory fades to the background of his thoughts, Shado, removes his eyes from the locket only to replace them back on Dys. A woman who has, as for as he can tell, as many issues with her past. All this he has deducted from her last comment. Still sitting here in silence he ponders his next statement carefully as he continues to think about what she has said to him. <br><br>"I would have to agree that beings like us tend to taint and then destroy places that contain the smallest or largest amounts of pureness in them. We then take that destruction into ourselves and punish ourselves for allowing such a place to have felt a pure hatred that follows us.", he states to her. His voice holds a heaviness to it as he speaks out towards her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 02, 2017, 01:57:04 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Dys couldn't help but wonder if it had truly been a question he had been intending to ask. There was a heaviness in the room, the weight of words not generally meant to pass between strangers. Though they danced carefully around the bruised heart of it the gravity of old wounds remained. </em><br><br>Surely you didn't come all this way just to claw at wounds that will never heal fully, shadow-that-has-no-friends? <em>For a moment golden eyes burn as she gauges the hooded figure, a glimpse of a former self. It is gone as fast as it happened. The quiet stretched for a moment, then the mead and laughter were flowing again. Though more mead this time and the laughter was subdued.</em><br><br>I thought this was to be a proper interrogation, yet you seem to be going about things in a very odd manner. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vivid Shado</strong> on <strong>July 02, 2017, 07:49:05 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A smile crosses the hidden lips of Shado as he slips the locket back into the folds of his cloak and at the same time retrieving a small vial. Placing it on the side table next to his mug he speaks, "Oh but you see Dys. I am but waiting for the liquid in this vial to take effect which should be any moment now.". A soft chuckle slips from his lips as the clear liquid in the small vial suddenly looks menacing next to the mug of untouched mead.<br><br>"You see I have laced your mug with Trapanal and hidden the taste with a flavoring of Strawberry mead. The same mead that you have been consuming rather greedily.", he states in his icy voice. He then picks up the mug that had been discarded earlier and takes a rather large draw from it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 02, 2017, 08:25:05 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Raising an eyebrow at the vial she stared for long moments, face unreadable before unceremoniously bursting into laughter. Thumping her mug on the top of the barrel for emphasis as peals of laughter shook her and tears collected in her eyes. Dys makes several attempts to talk, all of which are made unsuccessful by renewed bouts of laughter. She finally managed to stammer something mostly intelligable. </em><br><br>Now y-you must tell me... <em>giggle</em> Tell me what it is you are, heh after... That would war-warant such measuresss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clement</strong> on <strong>July 26, 2017, 03:52:35 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door slams open to reveal a gingerbread man looking a little bewildered and more than a little embarrassed.<br><br>"I... I must apologize... The... the... the... the door slipped... out of my... han... hand."<br><br>The gingerbread man takes a step back and mutters, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." And then he ever so gently and a little too slowly closes the door.<br><br>Clement steps to the side and sits down. It seems he has greatly misunderstood what type of place this is. It also seems he has just made the most horrible of first impressions. He wraps his arms around his knees and buries his face in them. <em>Well, I suppose I had best take off this gingerbread man costume; it's far too hot for it, anyway.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>July 26, 2017, 05:56:13 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Is woken by a voice, this time sprawled out on the floor cuddling a large tankard and using her coat as a pillow. Sits up blinking groggily and takes a squint around.</em><br><br>Oy, I've gotta stop falling asleep in here. I'm too old for this shit. <em>Spies the gingerbread fellow near the door.</em> I must have drank more than I thought, now I'm seeing gingerbread people. That's never a good sign... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Normie</strong> on <strong>August 08, 2017, 05:05:57 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door opens and bangs closed once again, this time depositing a rather small man--indeed, so youthful in appearance yet that to call him a "man" almost seems questionable--who jumps like a frightened mouse at the sound made by the slamming of the wood into its frame. He is small in more ways than one, not only exceptionally short, but also thin, with the frame of a hollow reed, albeit somewhat obscured by the ample red and white robes that drape his figure. His wavy brown hair flips back and forth as he turns his head from the door, to the strange scene before him, then back again a couple of times, as if unsure of where he is or what he's stumbled into.<br><br>".....Oh dear. I'm not..... interrupting something, am I?" Morrin asks, trying not to let his bewilderment show too much at the sight of a drunken woman hugging a tankard and a man halfway out of a colorful costume.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dys Astyr</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2017, 01:33:02 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Blinks slowly at the second stranger, still sitting on the floor holding the empty tankard. The tall female wanderer considered the question for a moment, then raising the tankard and turning it over to theatrically display its lack of contents she answered.</em><br><br>There seems to be nothing to interrupt, unfortunately. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pheal</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2017, 10:42:29 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pheal looks in through one of the windows and catches a glimpse of gingerbread man running away from something inside this odd looking house.<br>"How odd" he whispers<br><br>Pheal finds the door and slowly opens it in an attempt to not disturb any other strange creatures inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knownpluto</strong> on <strong>September 26, 2017, 12:07:40 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a few days exploring the woods Pluto happened to stumble upon an adorable gingerbread house. In a relatively short amount of time she had seen many people coming and going so this must be open to everyone she thought as she made her way onto the porch and to the door. "The voices inside sounded pleasant enough" she told herself as she hesitated with her slender hand on the door knob.<br><br>Finally after walking inside the energetic atmosphere seemed to drape over her. Pluto calmly made her way to a seat off to the side where she could people watch until she became accustomed to everything going on around her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hush</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2017, 06:31:54 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She flew in through the door on&nbsp; the rustling wind, choosing to recline by the mead cup and immediately began grooming. <br>Her cholera laden hands rubbed together, back and forth like a comic book super villain.<br>&nbsp;<br>She froze, pausing with gravity for a millisecond, she looked around.<br><br>All appeared well, perceiving no imminent threat she moved her hands to her head. Stroking and brushing bodily bristles, her beautiful metallic colors glistening in the afternoon sun as it streamed through the window. <br><br>After a second or two she switched positions, rubbing first one set of legs and then the next.&nbsp; It felt so nice to rest and groom after having spent most of the day busy with that decaying carcass in the woods. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Serpentina</strong> on <strong>January 04, 2018, 09:40:57 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">Enters quietly wearing a floor length black rob, hood covering most of her face with only a few strands of dark hair flying out around the edge of the hood.&nbsp; She seems either upset, or very cold as she is hunched over, arms crossed over her chest and hands tucked under her arms.&nbsp; The very large heels of black leather-looking boots can be seen at the bottom of the robe as she slowly makes her way into the living room, taking a seat on the floor in front of the fire.</div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Time2rp</strong> on <strong>February 25, 2018, 03:19:45 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cello enters the house, dressed in a black robe with a hood over their face. They look around for any sort of authority or welcoming person. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azrialdarklight</strong> on <strong>February 28, 2018, 10:51:10 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>*Azrial Enters the large house not quietly but not making any large racket either, his hunting boots tap against the mat covering the wood grain floor as he brushes the dirt off his boots. He lifts violet eyes to survey the room and those within his eyes land on another just inside the door.*</strong><br>Hello?<br><strong>*he asks cautiously surveying the individual in the dark robe. his hand with a twitch slips back towards the blade hidden just behind the edge of his dark brown cloak*</strong><br>Apologies, if I have appeared uninvited. From afar it appeared this place had few visitors.<br><strong>*he spoke softly to the cloaked figure approaching carefully not knowing what sort of reaction he'd receive from the cloaked person. He was startled when his best friend came crashing through the door after him*</strong><br>Yo, Azy what are you doing snooping in a random cottage? Look ya see this nice person it's probably there nice cottage in the middle of the woods so let's gooo<br><strong>*She cried stomping over to Azrial impatiently. Azrial eyed the individual for another moment*</strong><br>'lu I'm not sure this is their house either, I'm going to have a look around. Leave if you'd like or stay and explore.<br><strong>*a grin crossed his sharp boned features as he pointed down a hall*</strong><br>Looks to me like there's a kitchen that way, who knows how stocked it is?<br><strong>*he said with a touch of teasing in his tone. Alu's storm-grey eyes light up*</strong><br>okay, but only for like five minutes, then we'll go okay?<br><strong>*She said before dashing down the hall in search of food, her raven poney tail swishing behind her. Azrial Turned back to the cloaked individual*</strong><br>I apologize for her, and if this is your place we might want to go stop her otherwise you'll have near-empty coffers. She's like a bottomless pit, honestly, I have no idea where she puts all the food she eats<br><strong>*He shook his head with a fond chuckle, relaxing as he offered a hand to the cloaked individual*</strong><br>I'm Azrial, the rowdy hungry girl that just went to raid the kitchen is Alu.<br><strong>*he gave a slight bow at the hip, silvered hair falling forward to frame his face*</strong><br>It's a pleasure to meet you...?<br><strong>*he trailed off not knowing the individual's name*</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Time2rp</strong> on <strong>February 28, 2018, 06:29:37 pm</strong>
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				"Uh, no, this is not my house. I only just arrived myself. I'm looking for who owns the place myself. I would like to ask if I may perhaps spend the night and gather information. I'm... Looking for someone.<br><br>"I'm Manus," the cloaked figure stated, lifting their hand to shake Azrial's. Their hand was chalk white and cold as death. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WickedKitten</strong> on <strong>May 01, 2018, 08:49:22 pm</strong>
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				Malachi stepped into the cozy looking home and glanced around. People were mingling and chatting and feeling a bit unsure of himself, he made his way over to the fireplace and lowered himself into a seat nearest it. He raised his flask to his lips and took a long sip, grimacing at the bitter taste of the tea he had brewed. He sighed quietly and pulled out a small journal, opening it to a bookmarked page to read the last entry.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Willow Sol</strong> on <strong>June 07, 2018, 02:24:17 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The embers of the fire licked the walls with their glow. Willow couldn't help but watch them in a fascinated awe. It wasn't as though she had never seen them before, but she found herself lost in a translucent daydream. Perhaps it was the tea that added weight to her already drowsy body or the crackling that lulled her, but a flicker in the reality brought her gaze back. She lifted her head, noticing another sit down in front of the bouncing flames.<br><br>Willow adjusted herself in her seat, watching as the other pulled out a flask and then a journal. Her need to know what they were reading ate away her shyness. "What book is that?" Her voice was meek but sprinkled with added curiosity.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asche CK</strong> on <strong>June 10, 2018, 12:59:57 am</strong>
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				Asche walked in and looked around, noticing a lady with a gun. Nice place. Lots of people. Loads of food. Spots an empty chair by the lady with the gun.<br><br>Hi I'm Asche. How are you?&nbsp; I am new here is it ok for me to sit here? I feel like I have been walking all day.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Slave of Women</strong> on <strong>October 14, 2018, 02:38:44 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hello Guys.. I am pretty new here.. In fact just logged in.<br><br>Hopefully there are women who like my type of men to chat and play as they wish..
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gingerbread House (All Welcome - Open Rp)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strega</strong> on <strong>October 22, 2018, 01:11:11 pm</strong>
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				Strega found the Gingerbread house a little too late indeed but still felt like taking a peak on the inside.<br><br>It seemed welcome and smelled delicious but it was awfully... quiet.<br><br><em>"Anybody here?"</em>
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