Ashthealien's posts
Posted in After the event hangout
Posted 5 years ago
Rough day?
Posted in Continue on letter game!
Posted 5 years ago
Equipment
Posted in Count to 100 before the staff gets us!
Posted 5 years ago
Five
Posted in Word Association
Posted 5 years ago
Archers
Posted in CLOSED
Posted 5 years ago
You look like a sexy vampire queen
Posted in Word Association
Posted 5 years ago
Sailors
Posted in Otaku Neko [Bring us your cat pics and anime/manga suggestions!]
Posted 5 years ago
What have yall be up to?
Posted in Word Association
Posted 5 years ago
Dark
Posted in Continue on letter game!
Posted 5 years ago
enzymes
Posted in CLOSED
Posted 5 years ago
To late, like your new Avi btw
Posted in Count to 100 before the staff gets us!
Posted 5 years ago
Two
Posted in Count to 100 before the staff gets us!
Posted 5 years ago
30!
Posted in CLOSED
Posted 5 years ago
/revives using forbidden magic/
Posted in JUMP [Open for anyone to JUMP in at any point!]
Posted 5 years ago
The man who William had managed to catch the attention of quite obviously didn't understand him and the language the strange looking man spoke didn't even resemble any of the languages he did speak. As if to add to the confusion a woman appeared quite suddenly before him and the orange man as if she had ran to them. He couldn't think of why she would given that he didn't know who she was and shared the look of confusion the merchant gave her.
Then she began to speak English and claimed they were travelers before practically kidnapping him taking his arm. While it was true he had been traveling he wasn't sure how he felt about her seeming to claim responsibility of him. She was a stunning example of an Irish woman but the accent was like none he had ever heard. Her words nearly as strange as the gibberish the man had spoken when she finally stopped pulling him along and spoke to him directly.
"Not sure what straw has to do with anything, but I don't really think I have much of a choice in the matter other than to accompany you." He commented in a passive agressive agreement to go with her. He was flustered by everything at the moment. To top it all off a barely dressed woman was hauling him around like he was her child did not help his mood.
It was a little more than obvious that he was avoiding looking at her in much a way you would expect a gentlemen to avoid looking at a woman in her underwear. To make his case, to him, she was in just underwear. She wasn't wearing nearly enough layers to be publicly decent. Hell, he was traveling across the country in the middle of spring and he had three layers on himself.
Never the less, he followed the red-head woman. She was the only one who he understood anything they were saying and looked somewhat normal even if her clothing was more scandalous that what he would expect of a lady of the night.