| Subject: Re: I got bored so I'm doing a future RPG |
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Cephis Rand
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Date Posted: 18:03:02 10/13/02 Sun
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Mage o' War
's message, "Re: I got bored so I'm doing a future RPG" on 18:44:59 10/10/02 Thu
OOC: Let me make something clear. Cephis is filthy. He drinks. He screams at people, and taints the minds of children. Then, after a hard day of drinking, screaming, and tainting, he pushes old men down the stairs for laughs.
Don't like it? Too bad. Oh, and what level of population are we talking about? A figure would be nice.
"Get your godamn hands off me, I can stand on my own, you bastards!" Cephis shouted at the medics who were attempting to help him up. He swung his legs over the bed, then winced and reflexivly put his hand to the sore area on his bare back.
"Sir, please, just let us give you a hand up..." said the medic, only to be met with a pillow slammed into his stomach. Cursing loudly, Cephis got out of bed.
"Where's the nearest bar? I need a drink," Cephis said to the other medic of the duo as he slipped a shirt the color of dried blood over his head.
"Sir, in your condition I really don't think you should be drinking. You just sustained serious wounds, and despite the powers of our prince, you're still recovering," the medic said, his eyes pleading with Cephis to just lie down.
"Well, you can go and screw yourself. I'm damn well fine, and I know quite a bit more about my body then you do. And what I think I should be doing is getting rip-roaring drunk. Now, kindly tell me where the damn bar is," he said, tossing his ankle length black leather jacket over his shoulders.
The medic gave in. It just wasn't worth the effort.
"In the city propper there's a bar called the Blazing Ace. It's nice if you want to unwind."
Cephis buckled his blade to his belt and flashed the young man a smile, then flicked a small coin at him.
"Thankee, lad. I'm off, then. If anybody wants me, you can tell them."
With that, Cephis strode out the door, still buckling his cannon onto his right forearm, under the coat. He pivoted on his foot, and kicked the door shut with a bone rattling smash.
The medic sank down onto the bed, next to his companion. Perhaps the mercinary had the right idea about a drink...
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