I've disowned that part of my heritage...

Don't you want to be the very best? Like no one ever was?

No.

Why are people from Glom always so happy? You guys are supposed to be IRL emos.

You know, I hear that a lot but I've not spoken with anyone on an OOC level in Glom who was actually like that. Then again, I don't drop OOC with most folks in game either, so..

Zayden is extremely emo and super angsty. He just hides it within the folds of his dark robes.

For a moment I read "dark bangs" there

Illithoid, no hair.

Funnily enough, his race is yet another source of his inner angst.

...

I have an employee who writes like that.

No jury in the world would convict you.

Buy the boy a book set on good grammar.

So, when is Aison seducing Casilu to Celest...?


Also:

Guess who beat me up when I told them I was having trouble with Mudlet :V

Tonight?

No! Shame on you! To be Illithoid is to be the proud offspring of the Mother and a harbinger of Her inevitable return. No inner angst allowed

Casilu slowly and cautiously opens the door in Aison's manse, the letter from the Celestian in her hand. I wonder what this was all about. The letter didn't say much. The large trill woman ducks her head in the door of what she quickly discovered was Aison's bedroom. She quickly spots the red-haired human laying down on her bed in a long, red gown. "Ummm, Miss Aison, why did you bring me here?" she says before the trill can fully take in the sights before her; she quickly gasps in surprise. "What is going on here?"

The human takes the lit pipe to her lips for a brief moment, inhaling deeply. Aison gently blows out a series of smoke rings. In an almost whisper, she says," You know, I was wondering if you would ever show up..." She quickly puts out the pipe on the table before standing up and walking over to her new guest. Casilu looks about the room in a confused manner, finally noticing the number of scented candles and how dark the room is overall. Aison takes the trill by her hand and leads her into the room, and makes sure the door is shut behind her.

She smiles and flips the note over in Casilu's hands. "You never read the back... did you?" Casilu's eyes slowly move across the page, the trill reading as fast as she can while a blush slowly creeps across her cheeks. "I-I had no idea there was a back or that you felt this way." Aison looks disappointed and flops back down on her bed. "Well, if you didn't read the whole note... then why did you come?" Casilu pauses for a moment before she holds up the front side of the note towards the human. "Well, I wondered what this meant... and this... and this drawing now makes much more sense." She says as she points at items on the list.

"Well..." Aison says with a quiet hint of sadness in her voice. "Do you Hallifaxians not really feel anything? Are you all that cold." Casilu sits by the human and takes her hand slowly. "We have a few emotions that we are allowed to express... like love." She kisses Aison gently on her cheek and rubs her hand gently. The trill eyes the bowl of olives. "What are those for?" Aison sticks her finger in the olive before offering it to Casilu who gently sucks the olive off her finger. "Did you have any plans for the evening, Aison? If not, it does quite cold in Halliax, and I'm sure you know how we keep warm." She says with a large grin creeping across her face.

Aison slowly starts to pull off Casilu's large number of pocketbelts before opening her robes and...