Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25344655-20150927213553/@comment-25975584-20151116023319

Aramirtheranger wrote: "Hold it! What the fuck do you think you're doing Chief?!" Vesara demanded. "I'm not who we've always thought I am, blacksmith's son and all that. Our lessons in history during training- remember how one of the last lessons was how an assassin killed the last Emperor and his youngest son, Deximus Meridius? He didn't die. I'm him and my brothers are dishonorable shitbags, Three." Sev said. "How do we know you haven't been implanted with fake memories by this ass!" She retorted, gesturing at [err.. what was his name again?]. "Vesara! I'm still Sev. Nothing's going to change that." He said. "I'm just gonna get this out of the way- are we supposed to call you Your Majesty now?" Mutt asked. "You shut up." Vesara said to him. "I'll go whichever way gets me more arbalest headshots." Rav said. Now that caused several nobles to start edging away from the Vokun like they had a highly infectious and extremely lethal disease. "And you!" Vesara said. And then she turned around and slapped Deximus/Sev in the face. "What was that for?!" He demanded. "I was hoping to kick start your brain: it obviously isn't working properly!" She explained, a slight smirk on her face. Now that was the Vesara he knew. "And your back has a knife in it." Deximus said, completing the old in joke originating from a terribly failed training exercise. Vesara had worried about his noggin getting hit by a heavy mace stroke despite having herself been stabbed. The dark side of it was that the other two members of their original squad hadn't made it.

(No, they aren't a couple. Very close friends though, so they could conceivably go over the border of the friend zone.) He studies this intently, and smiles. "Shut up, help, or submit to my designs, and let yourselves be locked up! Anything other than those two things will result in severe mental agony. My designs are delicate, and the slightest nudge could topple them..."