(ooc: NI! Hey ya'll! Sorry, just FINALLY got done with my godamn math homework... Remind me WHY I care about it?! A'ight let's get going shall we? Oh and for all who want to join, for the ramainder of this plot I believe we should refrain from newcomers. When the tavern is open we'll welcome them with open arms, but for now I think it would be less chaotic to close it off to the current people.

My midget friend from school keeps pestering me to join, I told him maybe next week.)
~Killing Spree looks somewhat modestly at her boots.~ "Well... I... I spent a fair time 'round the docks when I went to the city with Nightblade." ~Her blue eyes trace the sails of the small boat. One could notice that she never called her father by any sort of pet name, always Nightblade.~ "I think I could manage it, though we don't have the slightest clue where we're going, I'm sure I could run it that is." ~She looks at Larry and Deiter, shrugging.~
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"A man who won't die for something is not fit to live."
[This message has been edited by Killing Spree (edited 10-09-2001).]