TerminusEst13

((Those who live by the sword get shot by those who don't.

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I'm sorry! I had to! I had to! Ow, stop hitting me! Ow, dammit, ow, that hurts, stop it! Ow!))

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/has you beat at 6,117

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[snerk]
You have got to be kidding me. That's all?

Don't worry, little boy, you'll soon grow into a larger collection one day. In the meantime, though, why don't you let my 14,862 collection pass on by?

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Oh well. That's the one thing I'm confident in about my own roleplaying. Marginally underpowered/average characters FTW!!

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Kairaishi, my MM, is quite the wuss.
I believe Archlich knows a bit about how pathetic he is. <_<;

Essex has a gigantic music collection.
Just like me. Waaahahaha.

We're such losers.

Virelai simply sat on the porch, continuing to watch everyone, sucking her thumb furiously. She adjusted her eyepatch, her scarred eye continuing to watch the others--particularly the baby Maltans.

((Maybe he's a masochist. <.< >.&gt)

Virelai grinned and pointed over at Burning, the mud quickly drying out as she sucked away the moisture that made it mud, leaving only dry, easily removable stains. She lifted up her finger, the moisture forming into a ball of water on her finger.
"Ooh! Do you have any watermelons, or strawberries, please? Those are my favorite!"
The ball quickly popped, soaking her once more and splattering across the floor.
"...I really need to practice that."

After having thrown the gigantic water ball, Virelai had little more desire for the antics of a water fight.
Actually, she did, but she was bored with it already--being a naiad, she had a severe advantage in any form of aquatic combat, and she didn't want to flaunt off her advantage...she wanted the others to have a chance.
Well, it was more the fact that completely dominating the opposition was of absolutely no fun to her--she enjoyed it when the others thought they had a chance, so that she could crush them. She supposed that was a little mean, but she didn't care. At least she wasn't pushing others or being rude.
...In a heated enviroment, on the other hand... She shivered unconsciously. She hated fire. She hated heat as a whole, actually.

Shaking her head slowly to clear her four-year-old thoughts, she simply quietly strolled her way over to Essex and sat down on the ground, letting out a yawn and leaning against her leg.

"Excuse me, miss Essex? You were talking about dinnertime...what are we going to eat for then, if I may please know?"

[Splat]
[Splat]
[Splash]

More and more water balloons collided with the naiad, prompting her to shriek and duck down, lifting her hands up above her head to try and shield herself.
"Oh, that's IT." She fumed.
She once again closed her eyes and concentrated, holstering her revolver and lifting up her hands above herself into the air. Water started to flow off of her, up from the grass, and the water still in the air, starting to form a gigantic ball of water above her head. As more water balloons flew and spattered, the ball continued to get bigger and bigger, forming a gigantic ball of pure water that could likely flood the entire floor of a house.

"TAKE THIS!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, stumbling backwards for a few paces, and then hurling the ball as hard as she could, intent upon repaying the water-balloon-slingers in kind.

Unfortunately, there's no way to download from the site. Wah. ._.

Also, mmm, Symphony of Destruction.

Thy Longsword - Sir Morgant's Theme.
(Ellenier Village (Peaceful), from Serious Sam 2)

Usted Muere Bonito - Virelai's Theme.
(Wild West, from Timesplitters 2)

De Machina Est Deo - Gearfate's Theme.
(De Machina Est Deo, by Jacob's Dream)

And I don't really have a theme in mind for Rendition, so here's one I thought up on the fly.

Requiem for the Innocent Soul - Rendition's Theme.
(Aya, from Parasite Eve)

Virelai looked up into the sky as the balloons sailed above her, trying to make out their forms.
Emphasis on trying. Virelai closed her scarred eye, grimacing and putting a hand above it to shield her sight.
Damn sun blocking her view.
But she did hear the word "fire". And she absolutely hated fire. Reaching into her skirt and pulling out her revolver, she shucked the hammer back with one thumb and--

[SPLORT!]

Virelai stood there, soaked as can be, three of the balloons having found their mark. She blinked and opened her scarred eye, blinking again and lifting up her revolver-toting arm, looking at the water dripping off of it.

She grinned.

With just a few moments of concentration, the water on her started to slide off, coming together in front of her to merge together into a big, transparent, water ball. In just a few moments, she was completely dry, and a big beachball made out of water was bouncing right in front of her, Virelai giggling incessantly as she smacked it, trying to bounce it on the ground with more force.
It burst and splattered all over her again.

"..."

She just stood there, completely soaked once more, looking a little hurt.

((I leave for half a day and look what happens))

Virelai had lingered behind, taking her own sweet time as she slowly strolled along, the grass rustling against her cowboy boots. She had seen Markus, Curtis, and Reikoff run off to the playground.
...I wonder what they're doing...
The little naiad cowgirl chased after them, following them and sprinting at top speed, doing her best to keep after them. She clutched her toy revolver with one hand, her hat with another, huffing and puffing as she tried her best to not lose it in the wind.

"...Stupid prettyboys." She swung the seeker out at Toulon, crawling deeper underneath the bed, yanking a blanket off of the top of the bed and wrapping it around her.

"He's mean. We could hit him together, if you want." She stated, looking out from under the bed, her hat and eyepatch covering and shadowing her enough so that only her scarred eye was visible. She scanned the floors with her gouged eye, fighting away another coughing fit.
"...Do I like hiding? Yeah...it keeps me away from mean people, and it lets me...think."

Virelai had slid out from Essex's arms, landing on her feet (for once) on the ground with a gentle "thump". Lowering down her hands, she started dusting off her skirt and her jacket, adjusting her revolver in her skirt pocket, and lifting up the oversized hat that had fallen over her eyes...again.
Lifting it back up to rest on the top of her head rather than in front of her face, she happily walked forward and poked Io in the shoulder...very, very shyly.

"...Um...um...good...good job with...hitting that mean guy...um...thank you..." She stammered before quickly running off to the beds, walking around and crawling under a few, trying to see what one she would like.

"..." Virelai was a little scared by the influx of questions, clinging to Essex's shoulder and neck even tighter, the oversized cowboy hat slipping once more over her eyes. She gave off a grunt and holstered her toy revolver in her skirt, taking one hand off of clinging to Essex and lifting the hat up over her brow.
She shook her head to clean her thoughts, lifting up her hand to implant her thumb directly into her mouth, sucking on it terrifiedly.
"...It's nice to meet you as well." She spoke quietly. "...Be careful of the one in red and the zombie. They're mean."

She looked over at Io, who was still whacking Static with her toy sword. She managed to crack a small smile through her thumb-sucking, letting out a pleased giggle.

((Go Io! [cheers]))

Virelai sniffled once again, clinging her hat over her face to try and hide, burying her body into Essex's shoulder. She tried to bury her bright eyes and blue face under the patched hat, trying to hide her smoking scent from the others...but only the former was possible. She still stunk from the electric escapade.

"Alan Richter. Pwee...Pleased to meet you," She heard.
She shivered in Essex's arms. Right now, she had had enough of other people's antics. She just...wanted to be left alone.
But something tugged inside of her. Surely...not all people could be bad, could they?

Virelai lifted her cowboy hat up from covering her eyes and looked down at the green-skinned boy, her own bright, scarred eyes staring out from blue skin at him.
At least this one was polite. He was likely introducing himself to Essex, and she was too high to meet his hand, but why not see if she could make a friend while she was here.

"...I'm Virelai." She said simply, adjusting the eyepatch over her right eye.

This was really not going well for Virelai. Abandoned by her parents, woke up to the brunt effects of her achalasia, rolling off the sofa to smack into the ground, torn out of a comforting grasp and fallen down from about five feet above the floor, and now being a water-based naiad getting jolted with electricity.
She writhed on the ground in agony, her entire body lit up as if straight out of a cartoon, her skeleton brightly showing from inside. Though as quiet as always, refusing to wail, whimpering could very, very easily be heard from anywhere in the room.
A burnt smell started to fill the room.

Virelai was ported in...straight in mid-air.
With a flail and a wail, she swung her arms around comically and then went SMACK against the floor.

Virelai groaned as she clung to her hat and revolver even tighter, shutting her eyes tightly to try and allay any further tears from leaking out. Her breathing, though erratic, quickly returned back to normal, though quite heavy and forced. She lay quietly in Essex's arms, letting out a pleased gurgle, then tilting her head back to her ear. "Thank you..." She whispered.

The noise had finally gotten to little Virelai. She woke up with a start, jolted by both pain and a coughing fit as she struggled to get the hat off of her face. She waved her free arm dismissively, smacking the hat away, then stared up at the ceiling while breathing deeply, her scarred eye blurring as she tried to adjust back to painful reality.
Still coughing, she sat up and looked down at the toy revolver in her hand, then over at the hat she had smacked away. Gritting her teeth against the pain (but still letting out a sniffle as tears welled at the edge of her eyes), she reached out to grab the hat, snatching it...

...and tumbled right off the edge of the couch, smacking against the ground.

She simply lay there, staring up at the ceiling, her eyes wet as she gritted her teeth, sniffling furiously as her eyes welled up, still coughing and hacking wildly.

((Geeze, Soviet, six chars at once? O_o;;; You're FAR more skilled than I am))

((Hey, Arashi. Nice to see you again))

Ramone and Efimia quickly stepped inside, nodding in weary gratitude at both of them. They moved very quickly despite their distress, signing all of the papers in record time...the papers seemed to be...quite long, detailing a numerous amount of problems, quirks, and kinks that the child had, medical, power-related, and otherwise. The numerous bottles of pills that they left on the counter marked "Virelai" only seemed to accent this. They silently handed all the papers to Essex, Efimia speaking quietly. "This is Virelai Meliah Rage. She's a good...quiet girl, if not a little aggressive. I'm sure you'll have very few problems dealing with her."
Ramone laid the little four-year-old down on the couch, staring at the sleeping child one last time. He lowered his rough hands and stroked the dreaming girl's cheek with one finger, lifting up his other hand to take his worn, ragged hat off of his head and then laying it down on the girl's face. He reached into his holster and pulled out a bright grey toy, plastic revolver with an oversized barrel magazine, laying it down into her arms...where she instinctively put her free hand around it protectively, her other hand busy with her thumb getting sucked in her sleep.

"...Thank you." Was the only thing said further, from Efimia.
With only that, Ramone put his arm around Efimia's shoulder, and the two walked out the door, closing it behind them.