OOC>>>posterior...that is the back side...right?

OOC: *ROTFLMAO at Larry*

IC:
<font color="skyblue">She considers hitting him in the head with the leg of the table, but instead starts kicking his sides, holding on his collar, and yells, "GIDDDY UPPPP!!!". As he keeps laughing hysterically, she leans down again, and does the only thing that will shut him up.....
KISSES HIM AGAIN!!</font>

Daelan

The elf hurriedly grabs his things and then runs off as fast as he possibly can, planning as he runs to come back at some later date and set the damn forest on fire. Also to get rich and hire some assasins to kill that elf.

ooc: LOL, I'll be blunt Larry... You've got a bootprint on your ass.

Skye
Castle Grella, Lucky Lance Tavern
(ooc: :D <---Explains everything. )

<font color=silver>"Uh huh..." ~He nodded his head, closing his dropped jaw with one hand. He swallowed, straightened, and put one hand in his pocket. The other hand ran over his hair once before hooking onto a belt loop. He blinked, seemingly in a daze.~ "You..." ~The hand came out of his pocket, palm held up to the cieling, level with his chin.~ "You..." ~He stepped forward. His jaw was rolling at its hinges, as if he were searching for words. His hand was now but a few inches from your face.~ "You..." ~He repeated. He inhaled deeply. His hand dropped to his side with a highly audible slap. He shook his head, bit his lower lip, and averted his eyes to his boots.~ "You are going to have to excuse me..." ~He paused, his eyes narrow and to the side. He rolled his jaw again.~ "But I cannot think of anything in any tongue I speak that could descibe this moment better than <font size=4><font color=red>AWOOOOGAAH!</font></font>"</font></font>

Tilara
Trails Inn
(ooc: Oh for cripes sake, the two foot tall hyperactive midget is groping on the basketball player half-elf! NOW I'VE SEEN EVERYTHING!)

<font color=silver>"GAH!" ~Axel continued to laugh.~ "STOP! STOP!" ~Between gasps he managed to cry out hoarsely.~ "YOU KISS LIKE A SNAKE!! STOP!!" ~Another howl of laughter. To the outside eye it might appear that he was having a seizure or you were killing him.~ "HAAAAHAAAA!!" ~His heavy boots pounded the floor hysterically.~ "HAAA!"</font>

Daelan
Running his ass off trying to get away from the Irony Forest
:D Go ahead and post again. I flipped a coin and you're not getting shot.

Daelan

Once Daelan was far enough away from the forest that noone inside would hear him he stopped, turned around and began shouting threats. He then waited for a few moments to make sure that noone had heard them and continued running.

OOC: Pssst! You haven't replied to my last post in the previous thread.. and of course before I forget, Happy 5 days from now Birthday!!!!!!

OOC- :D your right, lol. also i realised that i take up way too much space with my sig, so ill turn it off for you guys, okie? ^_^
<font color="skyblue">IC- Skye
Castle Grella, in the Lucky Lance Tavern
Skye blinked, slightly taken aback. She glanced down at her outfit and blushed. "Um, maybe I over did it some..." she murmured softly. The proximity and actions of Tobias had made her feel unsettling emotions. Her warning sensors were flashing, telling her 'Get away before you do something stupid'. For once she decided to heed its advice. "Oh, let me get those clothes I borrowed from you..." Skye mumbled something, and walked towards the bathroom. Unfortunately she had forgotten about her pack she had put down next to her and stumbled over it, tripping. She shrieked, before colliding with Tobias. She looked up at him, giving him a 'Don't kill me because I'm stupid and clumsy' look. Then she realised that she was still clutching to him, and tried to back away. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I tend to have bouts of clumsiness now and again," Skye explained hastily, as she attempted to disentangle herself from him.</font>

<font color=skyblue>

Murdock

Gliding on at a good pace through the city, by-passing streetlights and night walkers, the two finally came to the city exit on the other end, and were ready to try to pass the posted guard. There were 6 guards at this gate, although the other gate were only two. Obviously, somebody was being expected from the West side,,,maybe from the Inn. The couple stopped and rested a bit to think out a strategy on getting by som many watch guards. Meanwhile, Murdock was still massaging the spot that he had been kicked...his posterior...
"Crazy elf! Why did ye have to kick me so hard! I think I gotta bruise! I don't even know why I let you run around with me...</font>

ooc: Oh my god!! I'm sorry Talthyr! It must have slipped from me! Oooohhh! :( My bad! Pop-tart for you for being nice about it!

Garaeth
Cripes ummm... Where were you? Oh yeah, City Of Khalidin, The Basilisk's Bed

<font color=silver>~The lady shook her head.~ "Mmm mmm mmm... Bad news. Khalidin's always been a posotive nest of thieves, but this batch is a bit more bloodthirsty... And between you and me, they're almost nomadic. There aren't that many of them in the city at any one time." ~She paused, chewing her lower lip thoughfully.~ "Funny thing is, they do more damage than all of the old guilds together." ~She looked at Eben.~ "Do you think it might be Macaderes?" ~Eben stammered.~ "Well I... Maybe... I can't be sure."</font>

Daelan
Out of range of prying ears.

<font color=silver>At the obnoxious pace you set, the border of Lirina was in sight within the hour. The question being, did you want to go back into that elvish Hell-hole?</font>

Skye
Castle Grella, Lucky Lance Tavern

<font color=silver>~Tobias looked at you with a bemused expression. His lips then curled up into a gentle grin. His voice was soft and calming.~ "Hey hey... No rush now." ~He helped you completely regain your footing, then took a step back. His grin widened.~ "Melyer (dear one), you've got to relax! You'll kill yourself if you keep running non-stop, especially with a little demon like Kuroshi in tow. NOW..." ~He picked up your pack and set it aside.~ "You're not going to trip again. You're not going to worry about the clothes. You're not going to worry about anything. All right?" ~He bowed.~ "I apologize for being so brash. It's not my place. But if I may say, you look stunning this evening." ~He straightened with a sly countenence, and offered his arm.~ "Now, may I have the honor of escorting you to drink and perhaps some food?"</font>

Murdock
City of Talever
(ooc: :D Is posterior your new favorite word Larry? ROFLMAO!)

<font color=silver>"Oooohh... Poor ickle Murdock. Did the mean ol' elfy kick you hard? Awwww... Want me to put a bandaid on it and kiss it all better?" ~She snickered.~ "Pfh... You deserve every bit of that bruise! Now you know to think twice before dropping elderly ladies on their butts!" ~She chuckled darkly.~ "You just be grateful that I don't have my purse..."</font>

<font color=skyblue>
Murdock

"Will you quit yabbing and think up a way past those guards? Remember, you're the smart one, you ol' hag!"</font>