This was in GC which should really stand for Gay Chat, not Gaming Chat... if you ask me. Since the atmosphere is always so friggin ...GAY!!!! Anyways.. everyone and their dog wants to RP with Tiphy.. Which you all will soon witness... ::She sighed some::

Princess Tiphy: ::She strode in quietly, her nose slightly upturned, a haughty look on her delicate features. The "poofy" pale baby blue gown spread out gently from her nicely toned form, though it was less than easy to see underneath all the folds of the lush fabric. She held a scepter loosely in her left hand, dainty diamond crown perched atop her chestnut brown tressed head, and took a calm, almost contemptible seat in her throne, set off to one side of the room::

Jyran Tetch: ::He crossed his legs at the ankles, letting his eyes wander, but careful not to arouse any attention... he didn't want trouble. Worry and fear roil in the twin aqua marine pools, giving evidence of his mood. A sudden itch causes him to slap at a bare arm, and give a yelp of pain. Those roving orbs locked briefly on the regal ... princess? Who could tell nowadays? then shifted away quickly... best to avoid any trouble, if possible::

Princess Tiphy: ::Ruling over this was less than ideal but what is a girl going to do?... she sighed softly and twirled the scepter on her hand idly, gazing into the rock of a sapphire set into it's tip with her gently glowing alien orbs, the very same shade as the expensive jewel. She rested her chin in the other hand and looked over the sorry little crowd with unamused eyes, wishing however in vain it may be, that she had at least a little bit more of a realm over which to rule..::

Jyran Tetch: ::Turning to the source of the laughter, which scathed him to the seething emotional core that he had, he winced... he'd managed to attract attention that took pleasure in the misery of others. Trying to ride out the storm, he crossed his arms on the table, then buried his face in them::

Princess Tiphy: ::Tiphy's head inclined tiredly to the left slightly, and she played her glowing twins slowly to the ground before her, lost deeply in her thoughts, the happenings of the little bar quickly becoming a thing past and forgotten in her mind. She crossed her legs over each other, switching their position, and laid the sapphire scepter gently across her lap, smoothing the folds of her gown, which she was hardly used to by the way.. Tiphy usually wore an armored suit but on this particular day she had need for a different set of attire::

Cuirassier2eme: (hmm - looks like I missed one of the foutoue aristos - someone oil that guillotine!)

Cuirassier2eme: carefully hones blade of guillotine (soon, my pretty, one more aristo's head will fall under your shining blade - snicker snack!)

Jyran Tetch: ::He tilted his head upwards, and became lost in the patterns on the wood grain wall. His eyes followed the changes in tint and shade with mild interest, and he unconsciously began to drum his fingers on the grimy table top. Suddenly shivering.... a draft? he wrapped his arms around his abdomen and chattered::

Cuirassier2eme: BRING ME THE ARISTO!

Princess Tiphy: ::Her mind played to the past and wafted through memories of a forgotten world, in which she was a completely different person, not a "Princess" or anything even remotely like it.. she had been revered as a virtual goddess on her home planet, made out to be a larger than life hero by the masses until the fateful incidents began their chaotic course,

Cuirassier2eme: ::Advances towards Princess, an evil and murderous glint in his eye::

Princess Tiphy: ending in her being sent here, which she was less than happy with, knowing full well at the very same time, that her planet was being destroyed and had she stayed, she would have perished with it, and everything else that had once lived there::

Princess Tiphy: [] Moron. I don't RP with idiots. ::click:: []

Cuirassier2eme: "Tell me one thing, petite aristocrate, how many of the troiseme etat died for your throne?"

Jyran Tetch: ::Looking for the cursed source of his figidity, he shivered yet again, and he wished he owned a jacket... a windbreaker... even a sweater!!! But alas, he did not, and it seemed his destiny was discomfort... he hadn't even hope to wrap himself in::

Princess Tiphy: [] You see what I have to put up with? Just let me fucking RP in peace you twats! []

Cuirassier2eme: alors, anime, help me drag this salope to the guillotine!

Cuirassier2eme: yeh, help me drag this aristo off the throne and to the guillotine - we'll give her the shave

Cuirassier2eme: ::grabs aristo's feet, avoiding the kicks::

Princess Tiphy: ::Tiphy made no motions nor sounds, lost in the happenings of years ago. Her gentle eyes glazed over as the time slipped by, and the fell more thickly into her reverie. Any more annoyances that were an attempt to interrupt her would be met with less than gracious measures and one would be less than wise to bother an alien hybrid of her power::

Cuirassier2eme: *yawns - I tire of this*

Princess Tiphy: [] Cuirassier-mun, listen to me now.. I do not RP with idiots, meaning that you are SHIT OUTTA LUCK. Now do what you want, cuz I could care less while you flounder about trying to RP out there in ignore. []

Princess Tiphy: [] Shit like this is why I hate this room. -_-;; []

Jyran Tetch: ::A sudden realization crossed his mind: where would he sleep tonight? It's cold out... not outside. But where then? Maybe he could steal a blanket... theft was an old friend of his, but not one he ever wanted to visit again. The princess looked wealthy enough to buy him a country to sleep in... but also looked so absorbed in her musings that he didn't want to bother her::

Princess Tiphy: ::Looked at::

Princess Tiphy: ::She pulled herself roughly from her waking reverie of things long past and her eyes returned to normal once more, no longer glazed or haunted as they had appeared so few short moments before. She looked about slowly, almost as if she couldn't remember how she got there or what her intention was in coming. Gripping her scepter somewhat lightly in her tiny pale hands for a few moments, she stared into the gem and then set it onto her lap again to reach up and adjust the dainty diamond crown::

Jyran Tetch: ::He pulls his gaze away from the royalty, and sat back for some serious pondering...:: Fuck... :: he muttered under his breath, for no reason at all... or perhaps for every reason fathomable... he had several hundred reasons to use profanity at present, and was inclined to take a rain check on doing do. Where to sleep... where to sleep?::

Princess Tiphy: ::Her ears perking at the sounds of profanity.. though as she flit her glowing eyes to rest on the man seeming to have a bit of a dilemma before her, the thoughts in her head might be surprising ones... for more often than she should admit, less than refined utterances slipped from those supposed royal lips. She wondered what his problem might be, but thought less than to inquire on the topic just yet, content to sit and watch::

Jyran Tetch: ::Noticing that he has drawn the regal crowned one's attention, he wonders if it is a suitable time to ask for alms... probably not... oh well. He continued, sitting, his mind gyrating rapidly. Damn damn damn, over and over, the grim chorus played in his mind's ear. A smile crept over his face...::

Princess Tiphy: ::A curious little smirk of curiosity perhaps pulled gently at her delicate facial muscles as she kept the eerily glowing eyes fixed on him... not wanting to make him uncomfortable or anything of the like, however, as little as she could help it, that characteristic shining stare unnerved more than merely a few people whom she had had chance to cross..::

Jyran Tetch: :: He noticed she was still looking at him... and decides to approach. Maybe if he makes friends, she'll just GIVE him money. That cynical little voice in the back of his head wouldn't stop laughing... but he was up and approaching the throne::

Typhuun: ::a dull vibration could be felt in the air, it was resonating as a creature of power grew near to the room. the resonations could be felt only by the strongest of minds, alerting them that one of their kind was drawing steadily near. Suddenly the door began to glow, a tiny hole appearing in its center and expanding steadily outwards. A blue film spread over the hole, glowing a bright azure color. From the film came the shape of a hand, then a leg, then the entire body of a man standing about 6'1''. slight of figure and appearing quite lithe and nimble. From behind his opaque sunglasses, he surveyed the inhabitants of the room::

Princess Tiphy: ::She sat forward slightly on her throne, the massive wings sprouting slowly from her beautifully muscled back as she did so. The right was a deep and chasmatic black which seemed to drink in all light into it's sable soft feathers. The left, it's stark opposite, a brilliant nearly blinding white, one small feather working it's way loose and swirling it's carefree way to the ground. She arched up a brow and waited for him to speak::

Jyran Tetch: ::As not to keep her waiting, he spoke:: Um... hi, ma'am... I mean... your highness? ::he cleared his throat, searching for words:: I couldn't help notice... you... um... noticing me. ::He kicked himself mentally::

Princess Tiphy: ::She stifled a small laugh softly, placing a hand before her mouth to try and conceal her smile, then wiping her face of expression, she took the hand away and set it lightly on the handle of her scepter, the other hand waving away at the formality of addressing her... your highness was hardly fitting if you asked her:: Tiphy will do fine.. and yes, I noticed something seemed to be troubling you and thought perhaps that I might be able to be of some assistance...?

Typhuun: ::he stepped in impassively, his face somewhat stoic as he turned his black gaze to each of the people there in succession, smiling as he saw some he recognized, although the vast majority fit in the category of "the rabble" which was the term he used for those he was less than impressed with::

Jyran Tetch: ::He looked up.. could she tell he wanted something... no way she could tell:: Erm... actually...I was wondering... It's cold out, and I haven't got anywhere to stay... and yo look pretty rich... so could you just spare me hotel fare or something? ::How the hell could he have said that???? Slap slap slap.. that was what he wanted to do to his forehead. Moron!!!::

Typhuun: ::he looked to Tiphy, smirking at how popular she was. He forced a chuckle away, for these men he believed were acting with such niceties with genuinely good intentions, and were not part of the rabble::

Princess Tiphy: ::She ruffled her wings softly behind her, then adjusted them to accommodate her throne; being very large wings for one with a relatively small and diminutive stature, it was less than easy to find the ideal position to sit in her gilded throne and have them exposed at the same time. She nodded faintly, and raised her hand in preparation to summon some money, but paused to inquire on a rather important subject:: What form of exchange would you require? Gil or.. ::She stopped and left the rest open::

Jyran Tetch: ::He looked confused... what in the hell was Gil...? Whatever happened to good ole U.S. dollars? Green stuff? Moola?:: Um.. whatever you could spare, Tiphy.

Princess Tiphy: ::She nodded and posed her next question without delay, her voice was almost soothing, a gentle and hardly aristocratic tone rising up soft from her delicate throat:: How much did you need? ::She flicked away a wayward lock of mahogany as it fell across her glowing eyes and sat patiently, hand still poised to begin her spell as soon as she had the details..::

Jyran Tetch: Um... how much does a hotel room cost? I've never been... I usually sleep in the streets. Just... give me some... I dunno. ::He shook his head. Why him... what did he do to deserve such an addled, troubled existence:: Anything would be appreciated, really

Princess Tiphy: ::She smiled good naturedly, and figured they were both better off with her making the decisions.. a twirl of her slender fingers, as her thin red lips moved softly as she chanted a quiet incantation, the spell in an unrecognizable alien tongue. She finished the simplistic verse quickly and as soon as her lips had ceased to move, in his awaiting hand appeared a generous stack of bills, easily amounting to more than 10 times the amount he would need for the hotel..::

Typhuun: ::he looked to Tiphy and smirked, then muttered under his breath:: generous aren't we

Typhuun: ::although he was somewhat impressed by her magical ability::

Princess Tiphy: ::When you were a princess you could afford to be::

lotsofwepons: ::looks at princess::

Jyran Tetch: Thank you ::returns to his seat meekly::

lotsofwepons: u need money?

lotsofwepons: princess?

Typhuun: ::through black shades, he caught the look and looked away quickly::

lotsofwepons: ok princess chere

lotsofwepons: guess u not wanting to talk

Princess Tiphy: ::She turned to the one addressing her as he jumped to the rafters and quirked up a brow, a bit annoyed to be interrupted:: Yes?

lotsofwepons: do u need money princess?

Princess Tiphy: Haha.. no.

Jyran Tetch: ::He shoved the money into his pocket... he was loaded! And he didn't have to do anything bad to get it. This was... new. And good. Definitely good.::