Post by weaving on May 14, 2009 7:18:12 GMT -5
Here's where we can keep a list of all the amazing things said by your characters in RP. Have one? Send it in and we'll add it to the list.
~She weeeeled da wheeelbarrow! Too broad streets n'narrow! Crying FISHES 'N SHINIES!! NO NO NO NO NOOOOOO~!
~BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM! BOOMMINE!
~Poop eaters! No good mangy butt lickers! Uglies! Is mine! Is mine! Hope you fall ‘n die! Go boom! S’plode! Guts go flying! No more you!
~Yours will get wet, cold and sick, and then she will have to be tended to in the infirmary. Being wet for twoleggeds results in them being more likely to get sick. Then they whine and become very annoying, which in turn makes Checkoth's very annoying and I have to tell Checkoth to sit on him. Therefore, it isn't sensible. Calistoth I am. You would know me if you saw me. I am memorable.
~Who would you want to catch you? I would choose Calistoth, because she is beautiful and strong and wise and…and very memorable.
~I am petrified, Rysmine. Please, by all means, climb out of the furs, with your lack of extra hide, and skin me. Walk across Hepaticath's weyr over here, completely without your fabric coverings, and yell some more. I do not think that Hepaticath's will mind.
~Good T'ridMine. Perhaps there's hope for you yet. As a translator, anyway.
~ Come on, I want a bath. You didn't come here to break rocks, you know. If you must insult Aslath's, you may do it /while/ you bathe me.
~Oh, I didn’t know it was Obvious Day in Hold Stupid…
~"You've been leading me on all these months! You're horrible! I thought - I thought we had something -- I thought you -- Little nuisance, I was trying to put on a show. You could've waited until I was through. You just had to ruin everything, didn't you?"
~“Now, I’d thank you to give me that boob back, and not stab any more of them – I certainly didn’t worm them out of Riaena so that you could have fun misusing your knife. Besides, boobs are only convincing when they’re not leaking citrus juice~”
~The little pie was snagged and he shuffled away from the stall itself, over to a table nearby. Then he plopped down and ran one finger over the whipped cream before holding it up to Showoff. The little bronze leaned forward to lick the cream curiously, and Rawign snorted, a decidedly inappropriate smirk coming across his face. "Just like your pet in some respects..."
~“Yes, blue rider! Rape! We couldn’t resist! Forgive us. C’oar and I are brutes. We were presented with a woman babbling nonsense and we just couldn’t help ourselves. And even though you were writhing, squirming, trying your best to get him to take you, we restrained you anyway because oh, by Faranth, leather restraints are so sexy.”
~ “All of you can stop your jabbering now and help me repair the infirmary, or my death is on your hands should Kalierre come back any time soon. Quick! Chairs back where they go! … Please?”
~“Oh yes,” R’wign drawled as C’oar pulled the girl away. His expression remained perfectly serious as he stared right at C’oar, deadpan voice emphasizing his words, “Animalistic girl lost in salamandyr lust, oh baby, baby, I just can’t contain myself, whatever will I do - oh, oh, help me, I have to have her all at once. Stop me, sir, or I might do something we’ll all regret. Nothing like a woman in primal lust babbling nonsense to stir a man’s urges.”
“Ladies and gentlemen of the Weyr, I am R’wign, the brown trying to hide is Checkoth, and most of these f’lizards are mine. Impressing Check was the best thing to ever happen to me. It’s not every day you find a dragon with two tails. We started out weyrling lessons with a full class. After the attack, only a handful of us survived… and I think we’re all that much closer for it. My fellow brown weyrlingrider was unable to make this occasion due to his injuries from that attack but I assure you -- his dress was to die for. Now kiss me, you big handsome lug. This is goodbye isn’t it?” Without waiting for a response, R’wign grabbed Sel’n by the arm, forced him into a dip and kissed him square across the mouth. Then he released him (hoping Sel’n would hit the ground) and waved off. “He’s not a very good kisser, just in case anyone gets any ideas! Ta~”
~“Well! Considering that YOU don’t spontaneously bleed from the crotch every month, I’m not sure you have any right to be using THAT attitude.”
~No ask no need am Showoff is Daelmine we best.
~Ugly green-mine here ignore mebbe go'way.[/i][/color][/size]
~Well, if he was going to pay for it - which was a rather ridiculous threat anyway - he might as well get the full use out of it. The chair leg that he'd broken off screamed right by the woman's head. Okay, so he might have actually hit her in his fury, but he hadn't, right? The rest of the chair was soon to follow, smashing into pieces at her heels.
~ Yes! She would show the bad men! Teach them to keep Hers from food! Teach them to keep her from food! Tiny, mute Star would not go unnoticed that night. With a storm of angry emotion she projected her image to everyone in range. See! She was huge! Bigger than Ruskeath! Big enough to eat all the bad men! Giant Star roared, frill and wings fanning in anger and eyes blazing red with fury. She squashed several men in her rage and chomped messily on several others. See! That would teach them to starve her! She would eat them all! And their little dragons too!
~"You can't really mean," He blurted out, "you and me? Together? In bed?" He had know he would loose his own virginity this way some day soon, but at least Garaeth didn't seem inclined to chase just yet. "Not that I don't like you!" T'ke's voice was getting faster and more high pitched as he babbled. "I do. Just not that way. Not that I don't want to help! I would, if I could. Well, I can, but I don't want to! I mean! Are you sure someone else wouldn't, you know? There has to be someone else. Not that I want you to! If you don't want to and...and..."
~"What'm I supposed to tell them if they do ask? 'Just go there when Aslath calls with your Candidate robes on and stand there until the eggs Hatch. Try to avoid being mauled and looking too stupid, and if your dragon's there, it'll find you. If not, don't suicide or anything, just suck it up and move on with life. If you Impress, congratulations! You might have to get up obscenely early for Weyrling lessons for the next turn, your dragon might annoy the hell out of you, you might get Scored later, you might end up loosing your virginity in the most violent possible way, you might have a dragon trawling through your mind and picking up on all the wrong things and then pestering you about them, and maybe you'll end up Impressing a salamandyr or fire lizard that you've never wanted because your dragon tricked you, but hey! At least you Impressed.' Because that's what I will be telling them, and I really don't think that's what they want to hear. Or if they ask what the purpose of the Touching is? 'So you can see the eggs up close before a bunch of violent, bloodthirsty, hungry dragonets ruin them. Enjoy 'em while they last, because soon they'll just be a bunch of shards on the ground. Does it affect Impression? Who knows! Hasn't been proved right or wrong, but hey, you might be wasting your time, but at least you get to cuddle up to eggs.' I'm sure they'll love that."
~“Don’t think the single-sock market’s doing so well right about now…or, uh, ever.”
~“Uh – sorry to…fall from the sky, my dragon thinks it’s funny…?”
(Will make this better later but I wanted to get it up before I forgot)
Baby
~She weeeeled da wheeelbarrow! Too broad streets n'narrow! Crying FISHES 'N SHINIES!! NO NO NO NO NOOOOOO~!
Boom
~BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM! BOOMMINE!
Brat
~Poop eaters! No good mangy butt lickers! Uglies! Is mine! Is mine! Hope you fall ‘n die! Go boom! S’plode! Guts go flying! No more you!
Calistoth
~Yours will get wet, cold and sick, and then she will have to be tended to in the infirmary. Being wet for twoleggeds results in them being more likely to get sick. Then they whine and become very annoying, which in turn makes Checkoth's very annoying and I have to tell Checkoth to sit on him. Therefore, it isn't sensible. Calistoth I am. You would know me if you saw me. I am memorable.
Cherilith
~Who would you want to catch you? I would choose Calistoth, because she is beautiful and strong and wise and…and very memorable.
Ciceroth
~I am petrified, Rysmine. Please, by all means, climb out of the furs, with your lack of extra hide, and skin me. Walk across Hepaticath's weyr over here, completely without your fabric coverings, and yell some more. I do not think that Hepaticath's will mind.
Corinth
~Good T'ridMine. Perhaps there's hope for you yet. As a translator, anyway.
~ Come on, I want a bath. You didn't come here to break rocks, you know. If you must insult Aslath's, you may do it /while/ you bathe me.
~Oh, I didn’t know it was Obvious Day in Hold Stupid…
K'lir
~"You've been leading me on all these months! You're horrible! I thought - I thought we had something -- I thought you -- Little nuisance, I was trying to put on a show. You could've waited until I was through. You just had to ruin everything, didn't you?"
Rusahre
~“Now, I’d thank you to give me that boob back, and not stab any more of them – I certainly didn’t worm them out of Riaena so that you could have fun misusing your knife. Besides, boobs are only convincing when they’re not leaking citrus juice~”
R'wign
~The little pie was snagged and he shuffled away from the stall itself, over to a table nearby. Then he plopped down and ran one finger over the whipped cream before holding it up to Showoff. The little bronze leaned forward to lick the cream curiously, and Rawign snorted, a decidedly inappropriate smirk coming across his face. "Just like your pet in some respects..."
~“Yes, blue rider! Rape! We couldn’t resist! Forgive us. C’oar and I are brutes. We were presented with a woman babbling nonsense and we just couldn’t help ourselves. And even though you were writhing, squirming, trying your best to get him to take you, we restrained you anyway because oh, by Faranth, leather restraints are so sexy.”
~ “All of you can stop your jabbering now and help me repair the infirmary, or my death is on your hands should Kalierre come back any time soon. Quick! Chairs back where they go! … Please?”
~“Oh yes,” R’wign drawled as C’oar pulled the girl away. His expression remained perfectly serious as he stared right at C’oar, deadpan voice emphasizing his words, “Animalistic girl lost in salamandyr lust, oh baby, baby, I just can’t contain myself, whatever will I do - oh, oh, help me, I have to have her all at once. Stop me, sir, or I might do something we’ll all regret. Nothing like a woman in primal lust babbling nonsense to stir a man’s urges.”
“Ladies and gentlemen of the Weyr, I am R’wign, the brown trying to hide is Checkoth, and most of these f’lizards are mine. Impressing Check was the best thing to ever happen to me. It’s not every day you find a dragon with two tails. We started out weyrling lessons with a full class. After the attack, only a handful of us survived… and I think we’re all that much closer for it. My fellow brown weyrlingrider was unable to make this occasion due to his injuries from that attack but I assure you -- his dress was to die for. Now kiss me, you big handsome lug. This is goodbye isn’t it?” Without waiting for a response, R’wign grabbed Sel’n by the arm, forced him into a dip and kissed him square across the mouth. Then he released him (hoping Sel’n would hit the ground) and waved off. “He’s not a very good kisser, just in case anyone gets any ideas! Ta~”
Saeo
~“Well! Considering that YOU don’t spontaneously bleed from the crotch every month, I’m not sure you have any right to be using THAT attitude.”
Showoff
~No ask no need am Showoff is Daelmine we best.
~Ugly green-mine here ignore mebbe go'way.[/i][/color][/size]
S'rei
~Well, if he was going to pay for it - which was a rather ridiculous threat anyway - he might as well get the full use out of it. The chair leg that he'd broken off screamed right by the woman's head. Okay, so he might have actually hit her in his fury, but he hadn't, right? The rest of the chair was soon to follow, smashing into pieces at her heels.
Star
~ Yes! She would show the bad men! Teach them to keep Hers from food! Teach them to keep her from food! Tiny, mute Star would not go unnoticed that night. With a storm of angry emotion she projected her image to everyone in range. See! She was huge! Bigger than Ruskeath! Big enough to eat all the bad men! Giant Star roared, frill and wings fanning in anger and eyes blazing red with fury. She squashed several men in her rage and chomped messily on several others. See! That would teach them to starve her! She would eat them all! And their little dragons too!
T'ke
~"You can't really mean," He blurted out, "you and me? Together? In bed?" He had know he would loose his own virginity this way some day soon, but at least Garaeth didn't seem inclined to chase just yet. "Not that I don't like you!" T'ke's voice was getting faster and more high pitched as he babbled. "I do. Just not that way. Not that I don't want to help! I would, if I could. Well, I can, but I don't want to! I mean! Are you sure someone else wouldn't, you know? There has to be someone else. Not that I want you to! If you don't want to and...and..."
T'rid
~"What'm I supposed to tell them if they do ask? 'Just go there when Aslath calls with your Candidate robes on and stand there until the eggs Hatch. Try to avoid being mauled and looking too stupid, and if your dragon's there, it'll find you. If not, don't suicide or anything, just suck it up and move on with life. If you Impress, congratulations! You might have to get up obscenely early for Weyrling lessons for the next turn, your dragon might annoy the hell out of you, you might get Scored later, you might end up loosing your virginity in the most violent possible way, you might have a dragon trawling through your mind and picking up on all the wrong things and then pestering you about them, and maybe you'll end up Impressing a salamandyr or fire lizard that you've never wanted because your dragon tricked you, but hey! At least you Impressed.' Because that's what I will be telling them, and I really don't think that's what they want to hear. Or if they ask what the purpose of the Touching is? 'So you can see the eggs up close before a bunch of violent, bloodthirsty, hungry dragonets ruin them. Enjoy 'em while they last, because soon they'll just be a bunch of shards on the ground. Does it affect Impression? Who knows! Hasn't been proved right or wrong, but hey, you might be wasting your time, but at least you get to cuddle up to eggs.' I'm sure they'll love that."
~“Don’t think the single-sock market’s doing so well right about now…or, uh, ever.”
~“Uh – sorry to…fall from the sky, my dragon thinks it’s funny…?”
(Will make this better later but I wanted to get it up before I forgot)