Session 125.2

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Thomas Lazarus:I don't remember taking him with us. &gt;.&gt;

Glitch has connected.

 Glitch:Oh friggy hell.

Glitch:Um.

Glitch:Did not really need the actual maps. &gt;.&gt;

Glitch:Going to take forever to load on schoolnet.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Thought you'd need tokens

VAE:<font color="#000000">well, just hop on the world map or somewhere

VAE:<font color="#000000">that doesn't take ages to load

Glitch:<font color="#000000">alright, I'm in.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Testing?

VAE:<font color="#000000">I SEE YOU

Glitch:<font color="#000000">okay. xP

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Anyway Hatari, when youz ready, this mini picks up after Serrierr and Tomiko return to the temple from their walk, before Serrierr goes out at night to help the Shepherds.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Righto.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I don't think I had any important business that night.. it was actually a matter of trying to rest against adrenaline and worries to recover strength.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Yeah, everyone was idling.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'm just here as a witness, but give me a ping if you need anything. :3

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Gotcha :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Initiate away, Serrierr. :3

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Eh token placement doesn't matter.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Anyway.

* Thomas Lazarus eyes dragon. I don't remember taking him with us. &gt;.&gt;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr and Tomiko come striding back into the temple, both (presumably) looking in good spirits, or at least more confident.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(Hey, I think I know that portrait image. &quot;Let the flames of Fernia cleanse your foul spirit!&quot;? :U )

Liatai:<font color="#000000">-- OH

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I forgot to delete the dragon, sorry. XD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And yes, it's from an Eberron book I think.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">And here I was just thinking that it might not be so horrible to meet him.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Anyway, Serrierr, once inside, breaks away from Tomiko and looks around for Thomas. As a powerful cleric and the one who Called him, it's not hard. Serrierr approaches, and greets Thomas. &quot;Hello again.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Good evening. Have a good stretch, did you..?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes indeed. It was a quite...energetic walk. I did speak with your sister, and I not only managed to convince her to stay, but she will participate in the final assault tomorrow, wherever I am.&quot; Serrierr smiles.

* Thomas Lazarus gives a peaceful nod. &quot;I thought you might be able to change her mind..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;She's very religious, despite herself. I imagine she has a great deal of respect for you and what you represent. It's surely the closest shes ever gotten to her god. And she, of all people, puts inordinate importance on that.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm glad to hear you pulled her out of her fugue.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr rubs his chin. &quot;You know, there is something about her, something about her power, that...&quot; Serrierr starts and trails off. &quot;...but I'm not entirely sure yet. And indeed, I have a great amount of respect for her for her deeds. I am glad she was here, and told her as much.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods. &quot;It'll be good to have her around for the final assault. I couldn't bring myself to press. She has already been here for weeks on end, just because I asked. It was never even her fight..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I think she just likes hanging out with one of dads old fighting companions.&quot; He chuckles.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">A smirk tugs at the side of Serrier's mouth. &quot;She made it her fight.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;She did indeed want to stay, despite her personal misgivings about the current situation with the Shepherds. She just needed to be... asked in the correct way.&quot; Another smirk, accompanied by an aside glance.

* Thomas Lazarus nods again. &quot;Very good. I'm just hoping we can still make all this happen without anymore casualties. Who knows how dug in they are..&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed. We shall see how things go tomorrow, anything could happen when the wolves are backed into a corner...&quot; Serrierr trails off again, then picks up a different tack. &quot;At any rate...shall we go somewhere to speak privately? There's still some time before nightfall and I leave to reinforce the Shepherds, and there are some things I've been curious about.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Very well. I know I should try to lay down and rest.. ... ..but there's just no way. I'm not tired at all, yet.&quot; He offers a sheepish smirk and walks off to a reading room.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr follows. &quot;You should have the whole night to rest, so that shouldn't be an issue...&quot; When they both reach a side-room alone, Serrierr takes a seat on the stone floor, in a cross-legged meditative-esque position. He then interlocks his fingers together, and rests his chin on them. &quot;Anyway...I have spoken with Lyle Petersen, and the drow called Masabel, and others around the Temple besides. There has been a particular...common theme, shall we say, that has arisen consistently. I put a question to you, Thomas Lazarus...&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr looks at Thomas evenly. &quot;What sequence of events led you to the decision to cast a call for aid to the Upper Planes?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus considers for a moment, trying to recall all the details. &quot;Hmm.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well...&quot; He rubs his chin thoughtfully. &quot;To tell you the truth, when I did, it was a power that I couldn't even handle. I needed help from a scroll Archivist Petersen had scribed in advance.&quot; He contingues watching the ceiling while rebuilding his memories. &quot;I don't know if I ever would've thought to try.. but our younger Gnomish friend asked about it. I think he had been discussing the topic with some peers before the fact. Some sort of.. scientific inquiry aside, perhaps? I know he's been studying how all this.. stuff.. goes on. Dimensional physics and.. who knows what else.&quot; ^^; He offers a nervous chuckle.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;He talked me into it and tracked down the resources. It was a good idea, and I was happy to explain what I knew of how it would go. I think he had somethings in mind besides just calling on a properly informed ally for the occasion.. but I don't know. He's certainly been making a lot of priceless technology with the results.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">One of Serrierr's eyebrows quirks at the unusual answer, but he remains silent and watches impassively.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Hmm..&quot; He smiles faintly. &quot;..Not quite what you were asking for?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, it's just...I never would have guessed something like that. Quite an unusual series of circumstances...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yoriver has been trying. The toughest battlefield of my life... in a number of ways. I've grown strong enough to recast the spell on my own, I'm sure. But at the time... it was our friends insistence that cajoled possibility into reality.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;...I see. So, it wasn't your idea, not directly?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus shakes his head slightly. &quot;With all the things on my mind at the time..? I was thinking about what we should do, what I could do.. sure.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But I never really dared to assume 'what I could do' included something I was sure I couldn't do. I guess that's the benefit of an outside perspective, sometimes. Someone that thinks of something you never would.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed, no single person can see all...Hmm...Another question. Suppose this Calling of me leads to my demise, and I perish in this land.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;What then would be your personal thoughts or opinions upon using this form of magic to bring my kind to this world to help you?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Be honest.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus frowns and considers a bit. &quot;...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well... I would feel partially responsible, of course... it wasn't the idea to pull more lives into this conflict to die. I imagine I would...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Try the revival technique.&quot; :.c

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr's head tilts slightly in a different interest. &quot;Which revival technique?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus half-smirks. &quot;Well.. I've been focusing on healing and helping folks my whole life.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Some time ago, I learned to ressurect mortal souls. ... I've had occasion to use that a couple times now.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... I'm not sure if that's something to speak of as 'fortunately' or 'unfortunately', but, there you go..&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr then nods and his eyebrows relax again nin comprehension.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, I see. Well...'unfortunately', I suppose, most of the kind of revival magic I suspect you know does not function on us Outer-Entities. We don't...die the same way you do. But I suppose it's neither here nor there. Suppose I do die, irretrievably, and in the future the decision whether or not to use this kind of Calling magic is thrust upon you again. Discouting the precice circumstances that brought this decision about, what would your own thoughts be that would influence your decision?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus raises a finger and brightens a bit. &quot;Ahh.. but, that's where I was leading to. That was then. And I've been growing stronger here in Yoriver. I do know that the celestials on high are not creatures of body and soul like mortals. I've been generating powers the likes of which I never dared to assume I could as an acolyte... I think I could pull something off.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Mortal ingenuity may have something up its sleeve that the angel-like being wasn't prepared for. Surprise. http://dndtools.eu/spells/manual-of-the-planes--43/revive-outsider--1856/

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">(ah, so Thomas did figure that one out, I was wondering. x3 )

* Thomas Lazarus folds his hands into his robe sleeves. &quot;... But I can see you're trying to ask me an altogether different question.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr's eyebrows rise again in interest. &quot;Truly? I do know that there are a few specialty spells out there that do work in that way, though they are uncommon and I wasn't sure you knew one...but yes, I am getting at something else.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... You want to know if I would lament my actions and hesitate in the future.&quot; A bit solemnly.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Partially, yes. Would you think you...had done wrong? Would you think that the right thing would have been to not involve my kind at all? And...before you had sent out your Beacon and I answered it, and you thought forward to the possible outcomes...did any similar thought cross your mind?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus draws a long breath through his nose and closes his eyes. He sighs softly, and a little bit of a melancholy air comes over him. &quot;... There was once a time ... when I was so burdened by such thoughts that I would not have known what to even begin doing with myself today. Faced between decisions of protection, and retribution, and the worth of my duty and life compared to that of allies. There are a thousand and one little moral quandries that fly through every battle, and every decision therein.&quot; He looks up, reserved and peaceful. &quot;I've since grown to a better understanding of what life on a battlefield is like, and how important I and my friends are to the world around us. I understand gambles and risks. I know that anyone could die at any moment here -- and maybe still as a direct consequence of my actions.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... But I also know I can't let that risk cripple me and everyone around me. Battle is now my duty. People are counting on me.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;If Yoriver happened again -- gods on high forbid -- I would do what I needed to do. If that meant conjuring aid again, then.. that is what I'd do.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Because if that's what it takes, that's what it takes.&quot; He offers a small smile. &quot;That's just how it is.. when you have people on your shoulders.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus closes his eyes and gestures aside. &quot; Not that I wouldn't feel incredibly guilty if I got you and your friends killed...&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr smiles, unclasps his fingers, and places his hands on his knees as he straightens up in his sitting position. &quot;Well...I am actually very pleased that you were able to arrive at this viewpoint already without my aid...Because indeed. The sentiment I see repeated, so often, is that good people think it would be wrong to put my kind at risk, in danger. That we are so important and so 'high above' that the loss of mortal life would have been preferable to the loss of our life. It has become an all-too-common view that it is noble to protect us by never calling upon us in times of need...&quot; Serrierr speaks with a mounting tone of sorrow, and indeed, his black glass-like eyes look a little glossier.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">That's definitely not an answer Thomas would've delivered earlier in the campaign, but events since then have made him grow stronger. As a person more than a fighter.

* Thomas Lazarus gestures timidly outward. &quot;Well.. it's not unreasonable. It's what we're taught.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;And...it could not be further from the truth. As I spoke to Lyle, I asked him who he believed currently has the advantage in our eternal struggle; us, or the fiends. His reply was since he sees darkness in more hearts on this world than good, 'as above, so below'. That since they have an advantage above, so they have been gaining ground here.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I told him he was correct, but he had the causation backwards.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That you are eternal, and good beyond boundry. The essence of everything pure and just in the universe. Timeless and great. ... Not something any good people would be willing to sacrifice easily.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's admiration and respect.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr nods, but it's more a sad nod of acknowledgement than agreement. &quot;As I explained to him, this world is the nexus of all others. The Great Wheel revolves around this focal point, and you, mortals, are masters of this world. You are masters of this world because you are mortal, and for that reason, this world influences all others.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Black-hearted people blinded by greed and power conjure fiends without consideration or restraint. This is what they want, because that gives them the foothold here to further increase their influence on the Outer Planes.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Sorry I'm having the stupid argument ever in IRC.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">*est |D

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr then holds a palm up in questioning. &quot;But where are the good people to conjure us to counteract the fiends? Where are the mortals who will ask for our help, so we may do our duty to prevent the fel influence from spreading? Why do we visit in so few numbers?&quot; Serrierr gestures at Thomas. &quot;It is because our virtues of altruism has gone too far, and is being used against us. Because as the years have passed, in the recent age, the idea that we are too good for you has taken root.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Because your admiration and respect for us is too great.&quot; As he says that, a tear does indeed slowly fall down Serrierr's face.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;We owe the purpose of our existence to helping mortals, to stop the fiends where we can. But because mortals are master of this world...it is hard for us to come here and do that without being asked.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;And this is why I am glad you have been able to not take up that view by this time.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Our only desire is to help. We will help you, we will fight for you, and if necessary, yes, we will die for you.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not that we are suicidal or throw our lives away. Celestials of any kind know their power and know when they are far outclassed, and how to help without directly fighting if that's the best way they can render assistance.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus closes his eyes and smiles, chuckling softly. &quot;..Sorry.. This reminds me of something..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;There once was a time in our travels that two of my friends became sick with a cough. Ed and Shank.&quot; He folds his arms and dons a faintly bemused expression. &quot;... I only had one spell to cure with that evening, and the other would simply have to be sick through the night until I could help it.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;And they fought over the right to be not cured. All, 'oh, no, you should' 'no no I insist'.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus shakes his head.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Not the first, nor the last, time I will see good men fight to be a martyr before the other.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr breaths out in amusement mixed with his sadness.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, that happens sometimes.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Quite common in any barracks, I've found.&quot; |3c

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I suppose that's just the nature of good souls and respect.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Brothers and sisters bonded in the fires of conflict often do forge such ties for each other.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is not, in of itself, a bad thing.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">And tomorrow, Rum will try to talk us into bringing him on the worm fight 2 minutes after being exorcised.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">*snrrk* xD

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

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;But yes, this has been the long and short of what I wanted to speak to you about...and indeed, towards the end of my conversation with Lyle, after I gave him all the information and more that I've given you, he asked me if I would allow myself to be credited for my words in his book.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Hahaha. XD And not only that, but also... eh, I'll hold onto that bit. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh..?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus huffs softly. &quot;Like a scholar. Already writing the book on this, eh.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Well. It's worth remembering.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I told him my full name celestial rank, and told him to reproduce the information I had given him as much as he could. He 'warned' me I was in more danger of being Called upon, once more conjurers know my exact name and use it as a shortcut instead of sending out a general beacon.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">*full name and celestial

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr then grins. &quot;I told him I was looking forward to it.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Then I hope you are called to need, and not to Tathi to clean up the house.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I even gave him the name of a Guardinal Scribe I am friends with, who works in one of the Celestial Libraries, and that Lyle Petersen could Call upon him as well to exchange information and tomes directly from the stores accumulated in the Upper Planes.&quot; Serrierr then chuckles. &quot;Oh, I would most certainly charge a full measure of payment in a case like that. Perhaps extra.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;If you would like, Thomas, I can give you a list of names of Celestials I have made friends with over my long life with. Eladrin, Guardials, Angels, even some Archons. My errands take me all across the paradises. You can call upon any of them in times of need, and especially if you tell them I referred you, they should be more than willing to assist you with whatever trials you face at that time. I trust you and believe you would use this correctly and wisely.&quot;

* Glitch pokes

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(I'm probably going to have to scram in a few minutes. ^^; )

* Dr. Hatari checking something.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(ah, okay)

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Just wanted to see how Greater Planar Ally worked and if Planar Ally 'grew' with CL; it doesn't.

* Thomas Lazarus nods quietly.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I wouldn't object. The spell is generally not picky, and neither am I. But should the occasion ever arise again...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Friends wouldn't be remiss.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr stands up and looks about the room for a piece of parchment and something to write with, and when he finds some, starts writing down the list in immaculate Common script. Once finished, he presents the parchment to Thomas.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;A number of stalwart allies in the struggle against those who would oppress or harm others for personal gain.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus studies the paper briefly. :.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(I'll write down a bunch of names when I get home tonight, but I can tell you one name; Ablhariod, Scribe of the Sixth Celestial Library, Ursinal of Guardinals )

* Thomas Lazarus nods. &quot;Alright.&quot; He folds it up very carefully, and stoops to place it somewhere very secure; his cask of diamond dust. It gets inserted within an interior case fold.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr nods with approval.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;If the time comes for me to cast Callings once more, I'll feel a little more at ease knowing these are names that want to be called. And not, say, retired curmudgeons.&quot; He smirks faintly.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">One hundred years from now...

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr chuckles. &quot;There are a few of those around...&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">A young party casts Lesser Planar Ally.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Conjured dead Miron.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">They rue the day.

</i> Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;...But even so, none of them would ever happen to come through unless something very unsual was going on.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do you remember the first words I said, when you brought me through the barriers between planes?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus sighs. &quot;Well, now, that's a silly question.&quot; ^^;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;No.&quot; He admits with slight embarassment and good candor. |D;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Teeny Rin: A young party casts Lesser Planar Ally. Teeny Rin: Conjured dead Miron.

VAE:<font color="#000000">that's actually entirely possible

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">It is, however, certain that they rue the day.

VAE:<font color="#000000">That's what, at least his branch of Cuthbertine faith believe. That the dead come to the aid of the living

* Teeny Rin bricked.

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

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, no matter if you don't though I'm surprised an entrance like that isn't more memorable but, what I said was that I heard your call, and I answered it.&quot; Serrierr says, placing careful emphasis on both &quot;I&quot; and &quot;answered&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I happened to be the first one your beacon reached that was willing and able to respond to the call.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh..&quot; He considers the implications. &quot;I'll admit, I wasn't sure what I was doing. It was as much feeding mana into Archivist Petersen's scroll as any action on my part. I was just glad it didn't detonate and fail.&quot; |D;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Putting a specific name to the beacon does create a much stronger pull, and does seek out the individual named, though even then, if the individual named does not want, or is unable to respond, it is not in the nature of the kind of magic you use to force it. There are some spells that do not come from divine inspiration that -can- effect that, though.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Otherwise, the plea is answered by any who are in a position to do so.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm...I think that was about all I wanted to speak with you about, particularly in the chance event that we do not meet again tomorrow.&quot; Serrierr says, with a small note of seriousness in his last few words.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is there anything else you would like to ask me or discuss with me before I join the Shepherds?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Nothing comes to mind. Good luck, though..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;If it weren't for spells.. I'd definitely go.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr nods. &quot;Very well then. Remain good of heart, and you will be able to do your best in all you can, and we above will smile on you.&quot; Serrierr says as a farewell, before turning to head out of the room.

* Thomas Lazarus sighs lightly and adjusts his scabbard thoughtfully before tromping off to the basement bunks.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(was that a sigh of &quot;ugh what kind of farewell was that?&quot; &gt;.&gt; )

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">No... :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">okay. ^^;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It was a sigh of 'oh well we're at war and people are gonna die but I have to go to bed'.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Ah. |3

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Alright, well.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I think I be done! Good mini?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">acpth

* Teeny Rin tableflips.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">GET HIM.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I think I be done! Good mini? :D

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(strange that I haven't been called for ride home yet... &gt;.&gt; )

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The timeline remains intact even.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Yup!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Now.. for starcrafts.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Waitbeforeyougo :U

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">zut

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Any feedback or comments on anything you particularly liked (or didn't like?) Or was it all &quot;Decent in general&quot;? :U

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Not particularly. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(I liked the rememebring of the story of Shank and Ed. Surprisingly relevant! x3 )

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Ah, okay. Alright, I'm good then. :U Back to ze irc!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well, it stuck out in my memories.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Silly Ed.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Shankfang is kind of a jerk lately though. Seriously, stealing food from the soup line. e_e

Glitch:<font color="#000000">eeg. I think I missed that...

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Well, we be done, Liatai, Danman.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Server can come down. :U

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

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

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

</i> <font color="#0000ff">Dr. Hatari is disconnected.

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