Session 125.1

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Meany has connected.

Meany:Also.

Meany:You are now imagining Burmy dancing to 'It's all about Me!'

Meany:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZA3J_UC_Fw

VAE:hahhaha

Meany:Ride has escaped the flood.

Meany:Going to be arriving soon.

VAE:So, going off after all?

VAE:Ah well

VAE:als

Meany:Going to be back in roughly 2.25 hours.

Burmice:&quot;The music is distinctly awful, but. . .I like the lyrics.&quot;


 * Meany is afk. :v

VAE:<font color="#000000">see ya then

VAE:<font color="#000000">I'll leave this up

Meany:<font color="#333333">Waaagh.

VAE: <font color="#000000">WAAGH!

Meany:<font color="#333333">http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/204/2/e/Team_Effect_by_pokketmowse.jpg

VAE:<font color="#000000">meh. Never played ME so the joke kinda falls flat on me

Meany:<font color="#333333">Darn.

Meany:<font color="#333333">Still.

Meany:<font color="#333333">Scary Spy Face.

VAE:<font color="#000000">more like Sszeyl rapeface


 * Burmice stares at Tarnade Keep SOON


 * Burmice stares at Tarnade Keep SOON

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hmm

VAE: <font color="#000000">let's see if this works

VAE:<font color="#000000">seems like /big/ tags get precedence over /small/


 * VAE just applied both one after other, in both orders and /big/ was what got taken

Meany:<font color="#333333">Hmm.

VAE:<font color="#000000">what do the owls hum at?

Meany:<font color="#333333">I'm wondering the work it will take to get Crane Underground into a working crafts/arts school.

Meany:<font color="#333333">We'll need a forge built in, for metalwork, and thus an airhole for the smoke.

Meany:<font color="#333333">A workshop, some dormitories.

Meany:<font color="#333333">Lots of paint.

VAE:<font color="#000000">why did I read that as &quot;lots of pain&quot;

Meany:<font color="#333333">Because you're half Cyran.

VAE:<font color="#000000">xD

VAE:<font color="#000000">but my clan mark's Taun, anyways

Meany:<font color="#333333">And?

Meany:<font color="#333333">Cyra was never as strong as Taun.

Meany:<font color="#333333">Any breeding between the clans would auto to Taun.

Meany:<font color="#333333">GRFN

Meany:<font color="#333333">Old Fanfic Ideas coming back.

VAE:<font color="#000000">?

Meany:<font color="#333333">A: Siar survives the Hizel conflict due to intervention of Taun/Owona/Cyra.

Meany:<font color="#333333">B: After knocking out Aniz, Destania takes him to Cyra to convert him to their clan before Siar falls.

Meany:<font color="#333333">Not too great, I know. :B

Meany:<font color="#333333">Why they were never written.

VAE:<font color="#000000">ehh, I like the second

VAE:<font color="#000000">That said

VAE:<font color="#000000">you need to post your stuff somewhere

VAE:<font color="#000000">asides from safe passage I never even read anything you wrote. Hell, I put my stuff up more often than that

Meany:<font color="#333333">I do.

VAE:<font color="#000000">where?

Meany:<font color="#333333">Not the posting.

Meany:<font color="#333333">I do need to post it.

VAE:<font color="#000000">you do

VAE:<font color="#000000">or I'll find you and beat it out of you

<font color="#0000ff">Liatai has connected.

</i>Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh, wow, so we actually have a campaign file. Cool. :.

Meany:<font color="#333333">Si.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">You lost Vargie's token, didn't you.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">:P

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">Of course not. '''

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">Just deciding whether or not I should appear in my full glory, and not a mere zoomed-in face. '''

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">Decision made. What map do you wish to converse on, puppet? '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Whichever is best for you.

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">I am on the Pelorite temple map. '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">As am I.

GM:<font color="#000000">Let's go, then! Whenever you're ready. :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">The process has begun. Balancing the Root Chakra and connecting to Vargie to auto-balance his chakras.

Vargachixeniejir:<font color="#000000">The dragon, as always, snarls against your approach.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Come off it, you can see into my memories that this process will help you, and that you risk nothing by connecting since it won't force you to Move On.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'<font color="#000000">I have told you many times, puppet,'' that I do not require your little therapy sessions. '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">And many times we have confirmed that you need help to get out of here. Balancing the chakras is an excellent way to promote your own health and clear the mind of unnecessary things.

</i>Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ack, sorry, pushy dog.

Sszeyl: <font color="#333333">(( It's okay. ))

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">If you really wanted to help me get out of here, you would die. '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">And what? Leave you with a corpse trophy that you didn't earn?

</i>Vargachixeniejir:<font color="#000000">Leave me with a body that didn't mouth off as often, <font color="#000000"> he growls.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Ha ha ha.

</i>Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Now, the Root chakra is located at the base of the spine, the end of your tail for you. It deals with your connection to the physical world, your physical health, and financial security.

</i>Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Never really understood the last part.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">The concept, or the symbolism? '''<font color="#000000"> the dragon asks in the flattest, most begrudging-acceptance way.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">I personally take it as symbolism, and at face value.

</i>Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Ultimately, it is up to you to decide what it means.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">All of this is currently non-applicable to me. '''<font color="#000000"> &gt;:|

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">You have a physical body: Me. And you have another one currently decomposing that you could revive if you really wanted to. You can eat, as the erinyes found out, you can still taste and enjoy the present arrangement, if you let yourself.

</i>Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">And you still have those hidden hoards, and my steadily growing wealth to lay claim to if you can get out of here.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:<font color="#000000">A physical body whose motion and magic were stolen from me. 


 * Vargachixeniejir pulls against the chains, demonstratively. &gt;:|

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">You forgot that they had a sneakthief and got stabbed in the back of the neck. And if that had been the end of it we would not be talking now.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">No, we would not. You would be a stinking corpse and I would possess all of my faculties. '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">I distinctly recall your first clutch of eggs were stolen by ogres. I recall that your first mate didn't wait until you were dead to steal from you. Bad things happen, the world is not always fair.

</i>Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">But you are alive. Sorta You can change things, if you're done pining for things you lost?

</i>Meany:'''<font color="#333333">I am not pining! '<font color="#333333"> You so are!''


 * Vargachixeniejir scoffs.

Vargachixeniejir: <font color="#0">(( Exactly. XD ))

Meany:'''<font color="#333333">I'm not! '<font color="#333333"> You have a rose covered altar -to yourself-.''

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">This does not change the non-applicapility of your little exercise. The phyiscal body is your concern. I don't need it. '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">And if you manage to steal it, you need to know it. It will become your body for a short period of time, and if mine eyes do not decieve me, you are chained to it.

</i>Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Having better control and understanding will only help you.

</i>* Vargachixeniejir flexes his claws against the statue.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Balance? :3

Vargachixeniejir:<font color="#000000">As close as it gets. There is no such thing as financial security to a dragon.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">CUE THE TINGLING

Vargachixeniejir:<font color="#000000">The dragon's tail lashes about, sending more fragments of stone raining down into the cavern-city below.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">The sensation of striking the stone is crisper, more like when he was alive.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">In fact, all sensation feels that way now, even the stagnant air moving in response to his massive heat output.

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Next is the sacral chakra, located in the pelvis. Emotional health, connection to others, and the ability to accept new experiences.

</i>* Vargachixeniejir laughs, as Sszeyl attempts to balance this one.

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Good to see you find amusement for the first time in months.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">Friends. Family. What family do you have, puppet? Your own father sought to sell you for debts. Your mother only cared about your existence when it endangered hers. Your order has sent out a bounty on your head. '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">The images ot the Guardians, Terri, Vira, Ian, Vargie's shadow, Tebryn, Zairith, Rhylinar, Lethirss, Li'Neer, Swallowtail, Vuz., Trofim all echo through the cavern before fading.

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">It is not perfect, it is broken, but it is mine.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:<font color="#000000">The dragon laughs, again. '''Them? The debate club? Your 'cousins?' Don't make me laugh.'''

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">Every one of them sees you as an inconvenience, or at best, a tool to be used. Surely you, a drow, so versed in the arts of treachery, have noted how they look at you. '''

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sheesh, needy dog is needy. BRB.

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">That is how Drow form family. A network of conveniences, uses, emotioanl attachment. I care for them. If they don't care for me, I will still care for them.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'<font color="#000000">What uses'' do you have for them? They have plenty of uses for you. Passport. Ladder-step. Meat-shield. Tool. Stressor. Oddity. Outsider. '''

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Information. Resources. Crafting. Extra hands against my enemies. Companionship.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">Are you too weak to stand against your enemies yourself? '''

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Says the Dragon who was killed by a comparitively infantile sneakthief.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">But you are correct.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">I am not that strong.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">And yet you persist in making yourself weaker by adhering to the rules and roles assigned to you by others. '''<font color="#000000"> The dragon huffs, still amused.

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">There is strength in standing upon the labor of those before you. There is strength in knowing who and what you will be in the future, and working toward it. There is strength in forming a shield wall against all else with the strength of others.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Just as there is strength in your way.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">When those shields around you begin to fall, maybe then you'll understand, o treacherous one. '''

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">And you have already stumbled in the storm of chaos. We have both made mistakes. We both will continue to make mistakes.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">O Lord of War.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:<font color="#000000">The dragon's tail lashes, and he attempts once more to tear at the chains. Ow ow ow ow ow.

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Are you done throwing your hissy fit, or are you willing to balance?

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">I honestly can't tell.

</i>* Vargachixeniejir hisses like a bull alligator... once again, begrudging acceptance.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Balance.

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">The solar plexus chakra. Confidence, self-worth, and control.

</i>Lucky:<font color="#333333">Why do I have ownership of the ferret?


 * Vargachixeniejir huffs. No need to balance that one.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">To move it when Sszeyl had a hold on it, I think. x3

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">|D

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Balance.

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">The Throat Chakra. Communication, self expression, the truth.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:<i>'''<font color="#000000">Calaserian. '''

</i><font color="#000000"> The dragon growls once more, claws scraping over the stone.

Sszeyl: <font color="#333333">(( ? =3= ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Remember what Kerishorak said each of the seals were supposed to do?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Calaserian's is to be designed to take away Vargie's voice.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Oh right.

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">We can still speak. As I showed you, I can push against these seals to allow to commnunicate normally.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">I'd even talk for you if you would actually let me.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">But the truth of the matter is you still have your voice for the moment. What will you do with it?

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">As though I trust you to communicate without twisting it toward your own ends, meat. I still remember your little stunts. '''

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">You were twisting my arm. I will not apologize for exploiting a gap in your control.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">And have I not allowed you to speak when you had something to say?

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">And immediately proceeded to tattle to your little friends. Next time you're blacking out. '''

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Because you try to be sneaky about it, and never asked that I not tell anyone.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">And the letter thing: You walked by Tom as if we were a zombie.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">You're lucky he was drunk.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">I did not. '''

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">You did so.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">The minstrel even thought I was you. '''

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">The minstrel I have no explanation for.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Maybe he was drunk too.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Or maybe we were drunk. Did we have poison immunity at the time?

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">Then again, perhaps you're right. You have roughly the charisma of a zombie normally. Perhaps that's why they were fooled. '''<font color="#000000"> Snort.

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">I have all the personality of a brick.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">I admit this.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:<font color="#000000">Balance. For now.

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">The third eye; the forehead. Imagination, descision making, intuition.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">You need to balance that one, for certain. You make decisions quickly. They're just wrong over sixty percent of the time. '''

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I feel like I should apologize for Vargie. D| *tail-slap'd*

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">I admit this. I can't...I can't get my thinking in the short view to work.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:<font color="#000000">Silence, squiggly thing. You made me this way. &gt;:E

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">I need time to stop and think on it, and rarely have that time anymore.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">But I do not regret my descisions, or my mistakes.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">A fact no doubt exacerbated by your continued contact with the short-lived mortals of this world in your attempts at forging a &quot;family.&quot; Again making you weaker. '''

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Weakness is subjective to dragons who have strength in their marrowbones.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">And didn't we cover this already?

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">Why cover relevant details only once? '''

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">It tends to start circular arguments.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">And we both don't have time for that with the gnomes prowling about.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">I totally expect Gnogglebolt to explode something any minute.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">I want to step on them both. '''

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">I know.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">I feel the same way some day.

</i>Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">days*

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">I imagine they would make satisfying 'pop' noises.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">To say nothing of the crunch. Like a human stepping on a cockroach. '''

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Cockroaches survive being stepped on.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:<font color="#000000">You can probably sneak in some balance while the dragon dreams of crunching gnomes underfoot.

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">You need to burn them or poison them.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">And that is a problem how...? '''<font color="#000000"> The dragon grins.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Balance. :D

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">The crown. The other world. The mind itself. The Universe.

</i>* Vargachixeniejir yawns. Why stop with one?

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Elucidate?

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">Crowns. Universes. Worlds. Minds under your command. Take your pick. '''

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">It isn't about those so much as it is yourself.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Your glories, faling, strengths, weaknesses; you.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">What does it mean to be Vargachixeniejir?

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">..... At the moment, annoyance at little drow who fail to grasp wordplay. '''

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Not so much fail to grasp as ignore you trying to bait my greed.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">Please. If I were to do that I would simply point out how much property is likely to be for sale here now that hundreds of former occupants of buildings have expired. '''

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Ooh.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Hmm, going to need to budget very well to swing that.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Likely put them up for rent after renevation to repair and sprucen them up.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Keep the rates low so more people actually move in and stay, can probably finagle a few generations of rent out of them if the kids stay with them.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">And how would you maintain control over these territories? '''

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Swinging buy, or hiring an executor.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">So I have someone to strangle when my money goes missing.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">They all inevitably try to steal something. Sigh.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Anyway.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">Hmmhmm. Very good. Perhaps I will assume your identity once you die. '''

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">That would be the plan.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:<font color="#000000">The dragon looks at you sidelong. Elucidate.

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Unless of course I can convince you become like First and reincarnate into a new body altogether.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Hmm?

</i>Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">A dull voice calls up from the endless chasm.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">The plan was that once we leave the body, it will still be alive for a second or two, long enough for you to move in and not be identified as a zombie instantly.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">If you can think fast enough.

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">... Pseudo-lichdom, of a sort. '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">You're welcome.

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">The plus side is that it's only temporary if you want it to be. Wear our skin long enough to eat gold and become a dracolich.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">Hmph. We'll see. '''

Vargachixeniejir:<font color="#000000">Balance may be achieved.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Balance over liches.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">That sounds like a Saw event.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">X3

Sszeyl: <font color="#333333">(( Scene? :3 ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Scene. :3

Sszeyl: <font color="#333333">(( Woo. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#333333">(( That was fun. =3= ))


 * Vargachixeniejir cracks an eye open before settling again. ........ You honestly consider that insane peasant family? =w=;


 * Vargachixeniejir is brick'd.

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">Yes.

</i>Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">You know something is going to eat him. It's not a question of if, but a question of how soon. '''


 * VAE gotta read up

Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">The same way that I know sooner or later, you'll outsmart me one too many times.

</i>Sszeyl:<i><font color="#333333">And that'll be the end of it.

</i>Liatai:<font color="#000000">Okay, now scene. x3

Meany:<font color="#333333">:p

Meany:<font color="#333333">Dive dive dive!

Meany:<font color="#333333">Seeya IRC side. :v

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Seeya. :3

<i><font color="#0000ff">Meany is disconnected.

</i>Liatai:<font color="#000000">Server can go down at your leisure, good lynxy sir. :3

VAE:<font color="#000000">ahahaha

Liatai:<font color="#000000">?

VAE:<font color="#000000">well, as in, I joined literally five minutes before the end

VAE:<font color="#000000">woke up rather, but DETAIL *alienguy hands*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">x3