In pursuit of Stupid New Things

It was a fine day in Silvermoon and Quintilius sat on a bench, watching two shapely Sin'dorei women having a little private time of romanticism, involving alot of tongue.

"Gods, I hate that.. "
"Hm, doesn't look like it..." A soft voice beside him said. Quintilius crossed his legs.
"No, but seriously, that's just plain annoying. "
"Why? I never knew you didn't like, uhm, that."

"What? No no! I like it, I like it alot! It just annoys me that I am excluded from that part of the women just by default. I mean, just cause of my willy I can't get that. That's..that's sexism that is!"
"Quin.. Surely you can't mean that? I mean, you exclude people from, uhm, action because they have willies too."
"That's not the same thing at all."
"Quin.. Of all the things.. "
"Hrgn.. I just wish there was some way.. some.. trick.."

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"Why hello there, luv. Whatcha say you and I go and - "
"Sorry, not interested in men.. ta ta."
"Hrgn.. Again!"

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"Sorry bruv, girls only tonight."
"I know. That's why I am here!"
"..."
"Aw c'mon! It's whipped cream night!"
"Yes, sir. Now get lost."
*grumble*
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"Quin... You need to shut up about that now.."
"No, but damnit! They..they.. Elude me!"
"Yes, but as long as you got that between your legs you will never have a chance! Forget about it allready!"
"You have obviously never heard of the Forsaken Tenacity!"
"Oh dear.."
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"Hm. You sure about this?"
"No."
"What?"
"I mean, yes. Perfectly safe."
"It better be."
"Yes, just step into the ring and press the Big Red Button."
"This one? Allright. Say, why do you wear that thick overall and those protective glasses? Do I need those?"
"No, just press the Button. After I am behind that Thick Iron Wall there."
"Seriously, if this is not safe You better tell me! I paid good money for this!"
"Okey, I am safely behind the wall now. Press the Button!"
"Hm. Allright! Hah, try and Elude me now! Here goes..."

*SCLORPOKOWOOOM!*

((To be continued))

dude did you just chopped off your dick???!!!

*Browosheelwshhwoor....wurr..wurr....*

"Ah! Welcome back..uh.. miss."
"Hnuuurgh..."
"Yes..."
"I feel like shit."
"That's not a nice thing to call it."
"I..ooh.. I got... I got... Oh.. I got.."
",Yes.. Oh for goodness sake, stop that."
"So..soft.."
"Right. You'll find everything you need in there. And.. STOP THAT!"
"Sorry.."
"Okey.. you need to come up with a new name."
"Yes, I allready made one.."
"Oh?"

"Sindee Pantiléz - Lesbian Extraordinaire"

"Oh dear......."

i retake my previous post and replace it with this new one:

Genious!

*dies laughing*

I presume this is your "I'm going on vacation for 6 months and can't play WoW" story?

I wish it was. He nearly killed me yesterday, I was falling off my chair IRL. It was so hard to keep my suspicious character serious.

Lynnora wrote:

I wish it was. He nearly killed me yesterday, I was falling off my chair IRL. It was so hard to keep my suspicious character serious.

That makes no sense at all.

If Quint had a sexchange he wouldn't be out of home for months.

If I ever catch you somewhere IC, you better pray Daid doesn´t find out it´s you, or she´ll make you go right back in the machine and change back End of the fun xD

He is pretty persistant in hiding it. He walks like a man, though.

I so wish I'd been at the Keel last night :< Silly Naxx >.>

So you RP-d out a sex change instead of creating a totally new char with a totally new backstory? Cool!

i just tried my luck at Lynn's restaurant... no luck, Sindee is fishing in different waters i'm afraid... not like that would keep me from stalking her!

Quin's only going to be female for as short a time as allowed (which is 30 days) which is a shame, as it's so much fun to RP with, and so fun to have Lyranne actually think about her relationship with Quin in the first place *cries a river, and laments -again- that Quin's the closest she has to a relationship*. Her meeting 'Sindee', though kinda goofy and silly, helps create more interesting and mature RP, simply because of how well the two know each other.

Hehe. This was orignally meant as a joke, but seeing as how it has to stay this way for 30 days forces me to actually seriously consider the repercussions of this, which will prove quite challenging I am sure. Weird stuff, but been good fun so far.

"Sir?"
"Sir? Do you have a cold?"
"Erhm. No?"
"Then call me miss!"
"Yes, sir. I mean miss. You really think this is a good idea?"
"Well, I have to adapt!"
"Yes, but wearing a dress?"
"Hey, if the amazonian chicks could do it then I can!"
"I don't think they fought in dresses, si.. miss."
"Nonsense. I shall master this chick thing. Even in battle."
"Miss?"
"Yes?"
"Do you see that dwarven steam tank there?"
"Yes."
"It's coming right for us, miss."
"Yes."
"Run, miss?"
"Yes."


"Oh, you allright there, miss?"
"Brflsrlsfmnrsl...."
"See, I told you it was a bad idea to wear a dress to the battlefield. Especially one as long as that. I mean, ofcourse it will make you trip over and.. oh, miss? Watch out for the ta.."

*CRUNCH*

"Oh dear..."

Quin died under the treads of a tank!? O.o Whilst female and wearing a dress no less. Eep.

how convenient...now we can never know the truth of all those 'Loa blessed' manhood rumours

The Ashen Order Guild Hall, despite what you might suspect, is a nice place. Very tidy. The reason for this is the maids in the Order, maids who take their job very seriously and who is not deterred from their cleaning no matter how big the explosion was or how many demons that has been set loose or even if someone left the cellar door open.

It was one of these maids that turned her attention from her dusting to the door as there was a short knock. "Delivery for the Ashen Order!" a squeaky voice announced on the other side of it. The maid pulled up her sleeves and made sure her rather large hairpin was where it should be. She had some experience with "deliveries" to the hall. "Delivery of what?" she asked. "Er. I wouldn't know ma'am. I am just the delivery goblin," The maid pulled the hairpin out of her hair. "Is it big?" The maid cracked her knuckles. "Uhm. Yes, rather. Was quite the hassle to get it 'ere if I have to say it myself!" "Does it tick?" "Sorry, ma'am?" "Does it tick?" the maid repeated, with a unmistakable edge to her voice.
"Err. No, ma'am." The maid slid silently closer to the door. "Does it make any sounds at all?" The goblin hesitated. "Err, No ma'am."

The maid suddenly ripped open the door and before the goblin had time to loose his gobliny grin he had a wickedly sharp hairpin pressed against his jugular. "Delivery from whom?" The maid demanded so coldly it suggested that she's been taking lessons from a certain someone.
"Ack! Hrgn.. Quintilius Delauney, ma'am?" The maid arched an eyebrow and applied slightly more pressure witht he hairpin as this really did not make things better. The maid slid her gaze over at the wooden casket. "Is that a coffin?" the maid inquired ever so sweetly. The delivery goblin responded with a nod, which he should not have done. "Ack!" he said. The maid stood up and wiped off her hairpin. "Sorry, about that dear. Who's in the coffin?" The goblin was clutching his throat and glared at the maid, then he pointed at a note on the coffin. It said "Sindee Pantiléz aka Me"

"Me?" The maid pondered aloud. "And you said this delivery was from Quintilius Delauney?" The goblin nodded.
"How lovely.. Hm. Take it round the back.."
And so the goblin did.





Unbeknownst to them both an etheral presence had watched all of this and the presence was not amused.