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// @Shishter-Snapped2  》 would love to rp!

// @Shuejinra  》 always

/   tense ?

/    love  love  unhinged  women!   give  me  anything  <3

// unhinged women I love you so

@-dondarrions 
            storm’s end wasn’t always for everyone.    it’s high walls nearing the sea, strong storms that often came.   though, lyonel wouldn’t dream of leaving it, it was home after all.    even if not everyone could enjoy it’s beauty like he could or his family.   
            
                  “ yes, there is a reason it’s called storms end.  “    he spoke with a bit of a chuckle in his tone, eyes that glittered slightly.    brows that furrowed, trying to remember if he ever saw her there before.    but nothing came to memory.      “ our storms are often vicious.    “ 
            
            lyonel could appreciate a woman that liked to drink, too often he’d meet women that wanted a small glass of wine.     as if afraid what the alcohol would do to them.     he was a man that liked to party.    and he rarely ever had half a glass of anything, but especially ale.     his own cup was filled fairly full, brought to his lips to drink a good portion of it.    a hum to the taste of it.     wine wasn’t his favorite, but he had half a a mind to get whatever would be the best he could obtain.   
            
                   his head would nod to her thank you, still sitting on the table.   fingers curled around his cup adorned with rings of gold.    a hand would reach for a heavy coin purse, setting it down on the table.    it landed heavy, the coins shifting around in the brown purse slightly with a grin across his face.     “ worry not, my lady.  “ he’d muse ever so gently,     “ i have enough coin for the both of us.   “ 
            
            the stag’s body turned as he tossed the large bag on a different table.   already gaining the attention of many within his tent, an excitement brought to the small crowd.     their attentions drifted between the purse then to the lord.  
            
                  “ a hundred gold to the best fighter  in this tent!  “ his voice was loud, booming.   one that demanded attention and more often then not, got that attention easily.      “ give us a good show!  “ 
            
            ;;     THANK YOU SM I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY LYONEL <3 

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「  @houseofstag  」
            
            argella was quite the socialable woman. especially at events such as thsse - she wanders in  tents , and would  speak with everybody  . no matter if you were a smallfolk or someone like a targaryen , with real blood and high status  - if you could drink and talk, she will drink and  talk .
            
            " storms end . . i   do believe i   had  visited  once or twice as  a  young Lady . it ' s  wonderful there -  there 's   quite  a  reason  it x s   called  storns  end . I ' m  from  blackhaven  , myself  .  "
            
            she held  out her  silver  cup towards him as he  refilled her wine , and some . some folk and their  less than  half glasses of  wine. if she  was drinking, she  wanted to  feel it .  she  takes a  sip ,  savoring  the taste on  her  tongue . she  settles it down  with a  polite ,  drunken  smile .
            
            " thank you,"  she utters looking up  at  him . one of  her  legs had crossed over the  other as  she  relaxed back  into the  seat  she  had  taken from  another .  argella  had wondered how she  hadn ' t  spoken to  him  until  now .  
            
            " that it  does , "  argella grins once more ,  and then  her  eyes had  a sort of  twinkle  to them .  " i know  some of these  folk  would be  pleased to  wake  up in the morrow and  find they have a  gold  dragon or  two and not remember  how they  got it . . "  a free hand had patted herself down, before realizing  she had  kept  her  coinpurse  safe in her  tent .  
            
            " mnn.  unfortunate  . . i  was in the  mood to  see  a  fight  now . . "
            
            //  I LOVE HOW U WRITE LYONEL UGHHH<3

/   hhhhi

;  teehee

// <3

@-supermarshal //
            
                  He looked at him and he shook his head, “Yeahh no sorry I have no idea where this place is.” The cyborg space cowboy said and he fixed the hat.

@-Gunslinger_  》  "  you ' re  in  last  light , "   he  says ,  with  a slight   grin on   his face  .  "  you  lost ?  or  just had  too much  to drink  last  night ? "  he  chuckles  .

//  @purgatorys_sovereign  》  HELL YEA ty !!! He gives space marshal vibes frr (I'm sure he literally played a space marshal) aha

;  a mans got needs and the standard flamethrower wasn’t doing anything for him LMFAOO
            
            “Ahh,  you and I are the same.  Let me look at your rifle one day,  maybe I can tweak it a little if you wanted—love adding stuff onto others gear.”  A rather hearty laugh escapes,  some faces turn to look at them with raised eyebrows,  which doesn’t last too long.  “Hated the rifles when I first started,  slow to shoot,  terrible.  No wonder why so many people struggled.”  He says,  with an eyeroll and a scoff,  remembering the amount of times he has seen those guns fail his teammates.

// @7s2live  》not them both hating  standard weaponry LMFAO
            
              "  flamethrower ?  shiiit , "  marion  remarks  with  a grin .  he rests his arm  on the  table -  his  helmet  next  to him on  the table ,  recently cleaned and  spit  shine  .  his armor  was the  standard  issue ,  he had  no reason to  change  it -  and he was  able to run fast if  he needed to .  he leans in  again  .  "  had to  do the  same with  my  gun  -  was  just a . .  horrible rifle  before  ,  had to  put my  own  parts  on it . "  

A quiet huff,  lips curling into a small smile at the question.  “Frontlines,   tank,  I suppose.  One with a flamethrower.   And,  don’t tell anyone I’m saying this,  but—“  Brad lean in a little closer,  as if telling a secret. “—I tweaked my flamethrower,  made it my own,  the standard one wasn’t quite my style.”  With that being said,  he returns to his rather laidback posture,  all this heavy armour was starting to weigh him down—just a bit.

;   Here Or Else… :3

/    twerks

@-supermarshal 
            
            Gimme!!