Simperer: *glares murderously up at Mordir before rising and dusting himself off* The girl didn't even know what it meant. I doubt you know what it means, Mordir.

Tinsley: *smiles knowingly* I can find out before a fox turns into a hawk and back into a fox! *looks at Tynx*

Me: Mordir's not the only one running out of retorts. *nodses at Simperer*

Simperer: I'm with Mordir on that one. You're writing me.

Me: *slams into a wall in frustration*

Alastair: *shrieks enthusiastically as Chayn gains altitude*

Me: Alace, don't look down.

Alastair: *can't help it: looks down* We're awfully high up....*clings to one of Guilo's wings in fear, eyes wide* @Chayn: Can we go a little lower?

Mordir: *Smiles* What? Ectomorphic half-breed? You basically called her a girl (ectomorhic: lean/delicate body build) whose parents are different races (half-breed: person whose parents are of different races). Now, I don't think that was very nice. *Leans against wall* Got anything else, Whiner?

Me: *Face/palm*

Tynx: *Shifts back into a fox* Did you find out? What were you finding?

Me: I think it was what Mordir said.

Tynx: Oh... That's mean, Mordir.

Mordir: I didn't call her that! The genius over there did! He wanted to know if I knew what it meant.

Me:

Chayn: *Glances back with a mischievous look in her eyes* Lower? *Pulls wings in and dives at alarming speeds (think of the Eragon scene when Eragon properly flies Sapphira)*

Me:

Guilo: Don't worry! It's not so bad once you get the hang of it!

Kaida: *gives Mordir a modest half grin*

Tanner: *looks up at Guilo, Alace, and Chayn* *strides casually over to the Simperer and grabs him harshly by the collar, not caring if he catches flesh at the same time* If you touch that boy again in here, scum, your words won't spare you the agony I'll serve you.

Hawkes: *sniffs at Mordir* "Ugh, if you think I'm afraid of you, you are incorrect."

Me: *sighs*

Shawn: (to Mordir) *snerk* "Correct, Jayson doesn't breathe acid."

Jayson: "I think I remember teaching you that it was Jayson, not Jase." *takes a step forwards*

Me: *headdesk* "And the brilliant spy hasn't changed a bit."

Simperer: *raises eyebrows at Mordir's "showing intelligence"* The comic relief has a book vocabulary! An impressive one!

Tinsley: Yes, I found out. Actually, Mordir found out for me. He's an assassin, yes?

Me: Yes!

Tinsley:I was too, for a While.

Me: Girl, you've been almost everything.

Tinsley:*smiles deviously*

Me: *is dying to go watch Eragon now*

Alastair: Yes, just a little low-*cuts short as Chayn dives. He screams for all he's worth, still holding onto Guilo's wing with a death grip*

Simperer: *tenses in surprise as Tanner grabs him* *regains composure* Brave move, boy. You'd defend someone you barely know? How heroic. I think I might gag.

Mordir: *Looks at Hawkes* You should be. I've met boys who act as brave as you. And-

Me: Yeah, no. We don't need to go there.

Mordir: *Glares* *Turns to Shawn* True. But neither is he as strong.

Me: *Head/wall Head/wall Head/wall*

Tynx: Careful, Aris.

Mordir: *To Jayson* Indeed? Was that why we dueled so long ago?

Me: *Sniggers* And nearly got killed by the priest guy?

Mordir: Yeah, that was kind of alarming...

Me:

Mordir: *Smiles slightly* Yes, the assassin does have an impressive vocabulary. It goes with being all around impressive.

Me: *Head/wall Head/wall Head/wall Head/wall*

Tynx: She'll take the whole place down.

Mordir: *To Tinsley* Were you? What made you stop?

Chayn: *Roars with pleasure and unfurls wings quickly, jerking to the stop and leveling out a little lower to the ground* Are you feeling better, little one?

Me: Better? You'll be lucky if he doesn't vomit on you.

Mordir: *Lifts eyebrow, mildly impressed, by Tanner's actions* Oh, please do gag. That way I don't have to listen you insult anyone else and fail miserably at it.

Me: He's impossible.

Tynx: I can see why you don't argue with him.

Me: Yeah. I'd strangle him first.

Lyrous: Thank goodness thats over. I was about to go into PTSD with that dragon flying around. (Sighs)

Jach: Finally! (Stops juggling)

Bellus: (Opens his mouth to make fun of Simperer running out of retorts, Remembers hes mute. Begins writing something on the ground)

Tanner: *releases Simperer* I look forward to it, just don't lap in back up in front of the girls. They don't need to see that.

Kaida: *stands over Bellus' shoulder to see what he writes*

Guilo: *puts his wings in a salute position so that Alace is protected from the wind* WOOOOOOOOOOHHHHOOOOOOOOO!

Hawkes: *bitter laugh* "I'm no boy, Mordir."

Shawn: (to Mordir) "You aren't as strong at the dragon either."

Me: "Oh, wonderful. Thank you, Shawn."

Jayson: "What do you mean I'm-- nevermind. Mordir, put a sock in it."

Simperer: *smirks at both Mordir and Tanner in turn, muttering something unintelligible*

Tinsley: *to Mordir* Quit? Who said I quit?

Simperer:*cutting in* She's a factotum. She is, has been, and will be in almost any job on the market.

Tinsley: I rather enjoyed the assassination business...i should get back into it. *blinks* whose side are you on, may I ask? I've heard you defended Alace but I've also heard something about a rebellion you started a long time ago.

Alastair: *exhilarated, but looks like he's going to throw up, pass out, or both* B-better--thank you.....please don't do that a-a-again....*smiles weakly at Guilo's makeshift wind-shield* Thank you, Guilo. *relaxes a little and almost laughs* T-t-this is fun.

Me: Adrenaline rush?

Alastair: Yeah.

Me: Do you need a break? You're shaking, buddy.

Alastair: I-I'm ok.

Me: No...issues?

Alastair: *ventures to let go of Guilo long enough to feel his right shoulder* Nothing yet.

Me: Don't get too excited, or it'll act up and you'll fall off.

Alastair: Yes, Mother.

Me: Say that again and you won't live to see the end of your story.

Tinsley: *walks up to Mordir and shakes his hand* Do you enjoy being an assassin?

You can tell when it's weekends around here.

Robin: (@Michael) *quietly* It's not just that easy, I'm afraid.
Will: *mutters something about unintelligible about ravens or a raven*
Robin: *stern look*
Will: *is quiet*

*dumps Katherine on the opposite side of the room from her other characters in the hopes that she'll mingle more* *briefly wonders who is on the exact opposite side and if that was a wise idea, but brushes the thought away*

Katherine: *stands quietly, taking everything in* *speaks, hardly loud enough to be heard* Hello.

Chayn: *Flies in low over Lyrous* I'm still flying, little one. *Looks back at Alastair* Are you quite alright? I can land for a moment if you feel ill.

Mordir: *Looks at Hawkes* So, you are a girl?

Me: *Face/palm*

Mordir: *To Shawn* No, I'm not. Neither are your friends. You hide behind the dragon because she is strong. What does that make you, I wonder?

Me: Smart.

Mordir: You're not helping. *Stuffs sock in Jayson's mouth* There you go.

Me: It's a wonder you're still alive today.

Mordir: *To Tinsley* My allegiance is... Unpredictable. At least is is in my story. Aris doesn't even know what to do with me. Here, I'm typically the villain. I defended Alastair earlier because the Whimperer was being cowardly and harming someone who had nothing to do with our argument.

Me: And that went so well.

Mordir: Aris.

Me: What?

Mordir: Stop trying to be helpful. *Shakes Tinsley's hand* Eh, I like it when it pays well.

Tynx: Why don't you killers just find another occupation?

Mordir: Because I can't.

Me: Yes you can. You just prefer to be depressing.

Mordir: I can?

Me: Don't start questioning me, or else you will have a different occupation. *Smacks her villain* Now you have me thinking.

Mordir: Not a bad thing.

Me: Shut up and socialize.

Mordir: Kind of hard to- *Ducks a dictionary* Fine, fine!

Tynx: *Bounds over to Katherine.* Hi!

Alastair: *to Chayn* No, no, I'm okay; really. Don't stop!

Me: He's experiencing "excitement syndrome", e.g. when you have a friend over and "forget" to eat for ten hours, but you say you're not hungry so the fun can continue uninterrupted. You probably should land, Chayn, if only four a couple minutes.

Alastair: aww....

Me: *scribbles something I just discovered about Alastair's character* *dies of laughter when Mordir "puts a sock in it"*

Tinsley: *to Mordir* hmmm. I'm the same way. That's why I've been dumped here, so my authoress can discover how I act. All she knows is I'm an extremely peculiar half-Elf with an amazing skill set. She wants to make me a duel thread, but I'm not sure about that. Why bother? I'd win (against multiple opponents) faster than a green heron could finish singing Tállai Khî Gäwaith, anyways. *to Tynx* I have many occupations. Killing is only one of them. And that's rare. Depends on if I like the job and how much they're paying me. The sport itself is suspenseful, at least. *to Katherine* I'm Tinsley. Where're you from, newcomer?

Simperer: *grumbles a simple hello to Katherine, glad for once that everyone's ignoring him*

Me: *notices her 'secretive' character is a chatterbox and makes a note*

Tanner: I wouldn't say it's hiding behind a dragon. Sure, it's a defensive situation, but the fact that you can be in such a beast's presence and not get killed is rather astounding.

Chayn: *Lands on a steep cliff* Just for a moment, little one, to catch our breath*

Mordir: *Bows to Abigail*

Me: Flirt.

Mordir: I am married, madam. I flirt with no one but my wife.

Me: It was a joke, sir. Live a little.

Mordir: *To Tinsley* A half-Elf? My world has those too. Although their prince is a pain.

Me: He's epic is what he is.

Mordir: Like I said. A pain. All high and mighty.

Me: He's, like, ten+ years your senior? Show some respect. He's smart.

Mordir: Only when you are.

Me:

Tynx: *Shudders* Okay, okay. You two enjoy your life of murder and whatever.

Me: Forgive him. His occupation is quite the opposite. He protects people.

Tynx: If they're assigned to me.

Mordir: Oh, look at that. Whimperer is being amiable! Getting lonely?

Me: *Face/palm*

Tynx: *Sniggers* Fail at spelling face/palm. Falm's a fun word too- *Gets clocked with a dictionary* Ow!

Mordir: *Glances at Tanner, but says nothing*

Me: Ouch.

Mordir: *Grumbles* Shut up...

Tanner: *shrugs* That's how I look at it anyway... I haven't been around a lot of creatures that only have their own will between me and death.

Alastair: *takes a deep breath* Whew. *admires ant-sized characters below them* haha...Tinsley looks small.

Me: *is surprised Mordir heard me* * is amused he did and does a half-courtesy*

Tinsley: *almost longingly* Your world has a race of half-Elves? Oh my....I wish--*firms her jaw* I am an outcast. I don't have a place to call home, a race to associate with…I'm a freak. *studies Mordir with her good eye* You're lucky to have a wife, a family. Don't forget that. *she turns away, biting her lips*

Me: *takes notes on Tinsley's behavior* *to Tynx* She hasn't assassinated anyone in years, Tynx. Don't despise her just yet. She has been a guardian before, too.

Tinsley: *brightens slightly* Aye, that I have. But that ended badl--*shuts up again*

Simperer:*looks like he wants to strangle Mordir* So what if I am? What's it to you? *again glances at Alastair* *suddenly remembers a question for Lyrous* What exactly did the torturer do to Bellus? I'm always open to new ideas...

Me: *grins at Aris and pulls out a book projectile* That's not a bad idea, Aris. *devious smile*

Mordir: *To Tanner* What do you mean?

Chayn: *Rumbles with laughter* They do look tiny. It doesn't make you feel very small this way. The Simperer is smaller than you from here, even.

Mordir: The half-Elves in my world aren't well liked, either. At least not by the purebred Elves. *Smiles a little* I don't. I sometimes wonder how I got a family. We should cherish any family we have.

Seymour: *Catches Tinsley's arm* You are not a freak. Do not ever think of yourself as such. Make your home among people who love you. That is home enough

Me: Fortune cookie is back! *Gets hit with a dictionary* Oi! No hitting the writer!

Mordir: Then shut up.

Me: Why you little-

Tynx: *Looks guilty* Oh.... I'm sorry.

Mordir: *To the Simperer* Wouldn't want you to be left out, now would we?

Me: They're so handy, aren't they?

Tanner: I just don't think it's weakness to be using a dragon as protection. Because if the dragon is dishonest, aren't you a lot safer with an angry human than a manipulative dragon?

Alastair: *is unsure if it's safe to laugh at the Simperer, even from this distance* He is smaller than me...*muffles a laugh*

Tinsley: Aye, Mordir, cherish them while you can....*blinks awkwardly at Seymour* But I am am a freak. A home? Family?. I have none. My family is dead. The elves cast me out because I am not a pureblooded elf nor is my form perfect, *she points to her left eye, which is yellow and ruined from coloboma* and the humans are afraid of me for my agility and pointed ears. How can I find a home like what you speak of, if I can't even find someone who cares like you speak of, to have it with? Alace babbles about a God, but I have seen much evil and many gods. I do not believe He exists, and if He did, He is too weak to help me. *shakes off Seymour's hand and walks away, cross with herself* *ignores Tynx's apology*

Simperer: *to me* Why did you have to mention I was still here?

Me: Because listening to Mordir insult you is funny.

Simperer: I hate you.

Me: I don't care. *scribbles down notes*

Simperer: *to Mordir* I'd prefer it if I was, compared to the company I'm getting in here. Because you're helping sooooooo much.

Me: They are handy. Very, very, handy. *ponders who to aim at*

*gives Katherine prior knowledge of talking foxes and everything else*

Katherine: *bends down to greet Tynx* Hello! *reaches her hand out* (@Tinsley) Greetings, Tinsley. I'm Katherine. I come from Sherwood Forest. And you? (@Simperer) *smiles shyly and quietly returns the hello*

*debates bringing Scalestride in to talk to people*

Jayson: *stares at Mordir* "Dimph Ymmph jiff--"

Me: "He did. You asked for it."

Jayson: *spits sock out in disgust and punches Mordir*

Me: "Hey! You have to have your own duel thread for that!"

Jayson: "He asked for it."

Me: *headdesk*

Hawkes: *rolls eyes at Mordir* "I'm not an inexperienced boy." *glance in the direction of a certain spy*

Shawn: (to Mordir) "Not stupid." *blank stare*

Michael: (@Robin) *frowns; voice rises a bit* Not that easy? I may not be the hardened woodsman or peasant you are used to, but I can take care of myself perfectly well.

Robin: (@Michael) *lays hand kindly on Michael's shoulder* It's not you I'm worried about. I'm sure you could take care of yourself very well. It's those that are already in the band and those we help that are my concern.

Mordir: True...

Me: He's just sulky you made sense.

Chayn: *Nudges Alastair* Don't worry. He can't hurt you here. Bask in the fact that he is literally beneath you.

Seymour: *Takes Tinsley's hand* I don't see a freak. I see a young lady who is unique. Who has an amazing set of skills. That's more than most people can say. *Smiles and taps her nose* Find others like you, if your ancestors refuse to call you theirs. I doubt you are the only half-Elf around. This Alace does not despise you, right? I don't entirely know the God he speaks of, but I've seen Aris think of Him-

Me: Privacy violation! *Is whacked* Ow!

Seymour: And I do not think He is weak. He may be waiting for just the right moment for his beautiful flower to blossom into just the plan He has for her. *Lets go of Tinsley's hand* I've felt the same way you feel now. I have felt that I had no one who loved me. But don't let that stop you from loving. Offer your friendship, and you just might find someone who is willing to give you a chance.

Mordir: *Leans against the wall* Seymour's a half-Elf too, Tinsley. His ancestors knew just what you feel.

Me: Mordir, you might wanna- *Is whacked* Oi! Stop it, villain!

Mordir: Then quit trying to to help- *Loses his balance when Jay punches him* You little-

Me: Now you'll think twice about whacking me, mister. No retaliation.

Mordir: What?!?!?!

Me: You were asking for it, smart aleck. Let him have the last word for now. You already dueled him.

Mordir: But... fine. *Glares murderously at Jayson* You're lucky my writer has power.

Me: Good boy.

Mordir: *Looks at the Simperer* Oh? You enjoy sulking in the corner like a beaten dog? Go ahead then.

Me: *Face/palm*

Tynx: Hi! What's your world like? *Sniffs Katherine's hand before jumping onto her shoulder*

Mordir: *To Shawn* I'm not going to win this one, am I?

Me: Just accept that Shawn's characters are smarter than you.

Mordir: *To Hawkes* Then you are a failure of a boy?

Me: Yeah, because that's mature.

Kaida: *quietly listens to Seymour's words from afar* *hides her right hand in her pocket*

Katherine: (@Tynx) *giggles* Ooh! That tickles!

Alastair: hehe... Hi, Simperer! Up here! You can't get me! *giggles with pleasure* I think I'm ready to fly again, Chayn. Thank you for the break!

Me: Ease up on the smileys, Alace.

Alastair: You're the visual one. And besides, why not use them? They're there for a reason. Oh, "they're" and "there". Homophones!

Me: *starts humming the VeggieTales "Homophones" song*

Tinsley: *stares at Seymour in astonishment* *smiles and looks up at Alastair, who is sitting on Chayn and laughing* He's like a little brother to me...*waves at him. Looks back at Seymour with a confidential gleam in her eyes* He can be a pain though. *eyes harden warily as Seymour begins talking about God* Maybe, maybe so. *looks down* I'm sorry. I appreciate your kindness, Lord Seymour. You may be right.

Me: He is, hehe spoilers....But Tinsley, "Lord Seymour?"

Tinsley: He is being nice to me. He deserves a title of respect, don't you agree?

Me: Yep.

Simperer: Cornered animals can become dangerous. *simpers deviously and fiddles with something the size of a nail file* *looks at Kaida's strange reaction to Seymour's speech* The mighty markswoman is having an emotional crisis. How absurd. And she's eavesdropping. *grins wider* Care to share, Katy?

Me: I'll laugh if she kills you.

Tinsley: *to Katherine* I'm not really sure where I'm from...my authoress hasn't come up with a name for it yet--

Me: Sherwood Forest? As in the Sherwood Forest?!?! That's officially awesome.

Simperer: *looks at Katherine appreciatively* Finally. Someone who doesn't insult me with the first word out of their mouth. Salutations and felicitations, Lady Katherine of the forest.

Kaida: Yes, I have to benefit of a sneaky double standard that allows me to be human, how careless of me. *casually removes her hand from her pocket and moves her hair behind her ear*

Me: *is loving conflict going on in here* You're fun, Kaida.

Simperer: Not the word I would have chosen.

Me: It's waaaaay too late for me to think of one of the words you'd choose, Simperer. Deal with it.

Kaida: When is it a word you would have chosen? Honestly, if you wanted to be especially childish, repeat that ad nausea and no one could disagree with you. That's the stupidity of semantics for you.

Simperer: I would use the word "fun" when-

Me: Shut up, she's baiting you so we can all make fun of you more.

Simperer: *mutters an anathema at being called childish*

Katherine: (@Tinsley) What is it like where you come from?

Me: Yes, the Sherwood Forest.

Katherine: (@Simperer) Why should I insult you? I'm no lady, though you're kind to say so.

Tynx: *Nuzzles Katherine's cheek*

Chayn: *Unfurls wings* Hold on! *Leaps off the cliff, dives, and swings upward, and swoops upward to gain height* What would you like to do?

Me: Not make them sick.

Seymour: See? There are people who love you. *Smiles* I don't have a sibling, but I have a sister-in-law. She can be, pain, as you call it, too. No need to call me lord or anything of the sort. Formalities are not needed.

Me: Dude, that was ONE time. ONE time.

Seymour: Dude, nothing. She was a true pain.

Mordir: *Snorts, trying to conceal laughter*

Seymour: *Glares*

Mordir: *To the Simperer* I didn't say you were cornered. I said you sit in the corner like a beaten dog. No one forced you into the corner, you went there of your own accord. *Watches the Simperer's exchange with Katherine* Oi, you started the bickering between you and me. Remember that.

Me: You can be so dramatic sometimes.

Mordir: Dramatic? Mr. Half-Elf over there isn't being dramatic?

Me: No. He's being helpful and kind. You're just antagonistic.

Mordir: Which is why I'm the antagonist in your book.

Me: Not quite. You're the traitor to everyone.

Mordir:

Me: I don't like that look.

Michael: (@Robin) *pushes hand off of shoulder* Fine, but if you ever change your mind, the offer will still stand.

Alastair: *holds on* WHEE!!!!! Do? *thinks* um...I dunno. Any suggestions, Guilo?

Tinsley: *looks up in surprise at Alace's thrilled cry* *looks back at Seymour and smiles* Point proven. *stretches and does a handspring* Eh, he's only a pain when I have to save him from giant monsters. Or from him.*indicates Simperer* Formalities? I shall call you what I wish, Lord Seymour. You will simply have to accept it.

Simperer: It matters not what you said, you platitudinous assassin. From my perspective, I have been forced to the corner, and could be very dangerous, if I so chose. *continues toying with object, glancing occasionally at the sky*

Tinsley:@Katherine: Where I live? Well, geographically, there's forests; inhabited with dryads and Elves, lakes filled with sea monsters, little towns, and hmm...there's mountains, valleys, plateaus, and the like...

Me: I need to make a map, methinks.

Tinsley: What is this..."Sherwood forest" like?

Me: The Sherwood Forest? *nods at Robin* Does that make him the Robin Hood?!?! Pray tell!

Simperer: *also talking to Katherine* Not a lady? But your conduct in this thread has been so unimpeachable thus far! *glares at several people* Well, compared to some...

Kaida: Mordir, he called you a platypus.

Guilo: Surprise us, Chayn!

Katherine: *tickles Tynx behind the ear* I've never touched a fox before.

Robin: (@Michael) *compresses lips almost imperceptibly* Understand it's nothing against you personally, lad. The band has gone through much lately, and trust is in low supply. You seem honest enough, but no one is in any mood to take that sort of risk.

Katherine: (@Tinsley) *eyes widen* Dryads and sea monsters? Well, Sherwood has a lot of trees. There are a couple of major roads that go through it. Right now I live in a clearing far away from any of them. The bushes around are so thick that they're like a wall, and we've built bowers to live in. Thin bridges stretch from tree to tree so we can move around without being seen if we need to.

Me: Yep. He's Robin Hood. Or, my re-imagining, at any rate.

Katherine: (@Simperer) *tips head to the side* Well, I suppose I am a lady in manners, but not in position.

Michael: (@Robin) *mulls over for a moment* I see. If you ever do want my help, feel free to look me up. ...good luck finding me though.
*makes effort to leave*

Me: Nuh-uh.

Michael: Look, as far as I'm concerned, I'm done here.

Me: As far as I'm concerned, you aren't.

Michael: *exasperated sigh* Fine. Tynx, I'm ready to draw that sketch now.

Alastair: Oh yes, surprise us! *almost imperceptibly hangs on tighter*

Simperer: *highly insulted at the twisting of his words* A platypus?! No I d-

Me: YES!!! He DID!!!! What are you gonna do about it, Mordir?

Tinsley: Yeah. Dryads and sea monsters. You don't have those? You live in a forest network and avoid major roads? Hmm....let me guess...: Ah! Are you rebels or thieves or something? I like the sound of those living accommodations. Very cozy.

Me: *gasp* Robin Hood is in here!!!!! Yay!

Simperer: @Katherine: Oh. Well. You could've fooled me.

Me: Since when do you use flattery???

Simperer: mmm...*shrugs* prevents her from joining them, yes?

Jayson: (to Mordir) "Oh, be quiet, I could take you."

Me: "You be quiet, buddy."

Hawkes: (to Mordir) *glares* "Failure maybe, but I'm a grown man. Not that young, either."

Shawn: (to Mordir) "Not the way this is going, no."

Seymour: *Chuckles* Very well.

Mordir: *Glances at Kaida, then draws his dagger and looks at the Simperer, anger flaring* I'll ring his scrawny little neck, I'll-

Me: *Pulls Mordir back* No violence.

Mordir: But-!!

Me: But nothing. There are worse things than being called a platypus. Keep to your words and not your blade, young Padawan.

Mordir:

Me: Earth reference.

Mordir: *Glowers at me, then turns to Katherine* I wouldn't trust a torturer, ma'am. He takes pleasure in other people's pain. He would take pleasure in yours.

Me: See? Better than violence.

Mordir: It is? Because I still really, really want to get at him...

Me: You'll live. I don't have time for dueling, so neither do you.

Tynx: *Emits a sort of purr* Well now you have! Well, kind of. I'm not exactly a fox. But I suppose I'm close enough. *Ears prick at Michael's call* I'll be right back! *Scurries over to Michael* Do I sit in the corner?

Chayn: Surprise you? *Levels out high above. Tucks in her wings and dives at top speed, then rolls*

Me: So help me Chayn, if they get sick-

Chayn: Relax. We'll just dump it over Whiner down there.

Mordir: Do it! Do it! Do it!

Me:

Mordir: *At Jayson* We've already dueled. I could have killed you.

Me: He could have killed you.

Mordir: Not helping. *To Hawkes* Even worse, you're a failure of a man.

Me: Mordir, the guy is at least twice your age. Show some respect.

Mordir: He started it! Honestly, all these people start the antagonizing first!

Me: Yeah, but you take the bait. Every. Single. Time.

Mordir:

Me: Oh stop it. I still like you.

Tynx: More or less. *Ducks as a dictionary flies overhead*

Mordir: *To Shawn. Smiles slightly* True. Just make sure you and your pet dragon stay out of my way.

Me: Nice, assassin.

Michael: (@Tynx) Yeah.

Me: *provides Michael with stool and dunce cap*

Michael: *takes, sets stool up in the corner and sets the dunce cap on top of it* Get up on the stool, put on the dunce cap, and I'll take care of the rest.

Me: (@Aris) By the way, I think you and Mordir might be interested in this.

Tynx: *Scampers onto stool and puts on dunce cap* What should my expression be? Or should I just sit?

Mordir: *Stares at link*

Me: *Can't stop smiling* That's so sweet!

Mordir:

Me: He's happy, too.

Mordir: Happy wasn't the word that came to mind.

Me: Oh, shoosh.

Me: I think Mordir should have his own talk show. Everybody in here seems to be talking to him at once.

Tinsley: *glances at the thing the Simperer was messing with* Hey, that's a--

Simperer: Shhush!! @Mordir: everybody in here wants to strangle me. The feeling is mutual, I assure you. And I did not call you a platypus. I called you platitudinous. It means you're prone to making dull statements. But you are rather platypus-ish. @Katherine: True, true, I am a torturer. But have I given any indication of such? I am quite the anarchist.

Me: lies and deception! Haha.

Alastair: *smiles ear-to-ear, albeit being a pale shade of green*

Me: Did Mordir just quote the 2009 Star Trek?

Michael: (@Tynx) Just sit. *takes out sketch pad and starts drawing* This will only be a moment.

Me: *grins* My sister made that. She's quite the fan of Mordir, Tynx, and the rest of your characters.

Tynx: OK!

Me: Aw. Tell her I said thank you, and that Mordir says thank you, too. And so do Tynx and the rest.

Mordir: Talk show? I never said I liked talking!

Me: Coulda fooled me. Just chill. People like you! Don't you like being liked?

Mordir: ...

Me: Oh come on, don't deny you like it just a little bit?

Mordir: I won't deny it...

Chayn: *Roars with pleasure and corkscrews through the air like a roller coaster ride*

Me: Don't lose them, either! I'd hate if they fell off.

Mordir: *Whirls on the Simperer* Why you little...!!!

Me: Losing clever responses? You've already insulted his face, by the way.

Mordir: I know. I wish I had saved that for later. But platypuses are unique: bill of a duck, tail of a beaver, feet of an otter. It's a multi-purpose animal. Unlike you, Simperer. Your just a boring gutter rat whose fur is matted with filth.

Me: There is no limit to your insulting his appearance, is there?

Mordir: Eye for an eye, my dear. *Looks at Abigail* Did I?

Me: I'm sadly negligent in my Star Trekkiness. I don't remember much of the 2009 movie.

Guilo: YEEEEAAAAAAAHAAAAHAAAHAAAAA!!

Tanner: Would you believe Kaida isn't a talker either? Usually I'm the extroverted one.

Guilo: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Tanner: And so is Gil...

Kaida: Now hold on... Sniffler is verbose because he likes to insult people, and feels smugly superior for it... And yet when people confuse the meanings, that offends him? This is just too easy.

Alastair: *faints*

Me: ALACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Alastair: *revives in time to grab Guilo's arm and not fall off*

Me: whew...

Simperer: *to basically everyone in the room*

Me:*realizes I need some sort of debate class if the Simperer is going to be able to refute so many insulting remarks...*

Me:@Mordir: Yes, you did. When the ship is getting sucked into the wormhole Scotty suggests something and Kirk is like, "DO IT DO IT DO IT!!!!!" I like that movie.....

Simperer: *narrows eyes at Kaida* I'm used to being around people who fear me and don't attempt to twist my words. So yes, your episode of ignorance makes me very put out, indeed.