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I do think Gimli could be broader/stockier, actually, and the beard more full and scraggly. It's a bit more wizardly than Dwarvish, if that makes sense—maybe it's reminding Iximaz of Saruman or Gandalf the White? Wiggly edges instead of smooth would go a long way.

The line of Legolas' nose where it meets his forehead strikes me as too smooth. I think Orlando Bloom has a bit more of a brow ridge?

Other than that, nothing particularly jumps out at me. I can recommend a series of crisp, clear tutorials that I've found helpful and that I think would work really well for your budding style, though, hS: Majnouna's Tutorials on deviantART. I just like looking at them sometimes, even when I'm not drawing anything. {= )

~Neshomeh

Apecian nodded and said, "I know what you mean. We got a few missions from my home 'verse when we first started, but after we learned some new stuff, we haven't really gotten lots of the same thing, either. Good thing, too, because that'd be really boring. Only so many ways you can see Harry OOC in a row before you start pulling out the cards, right?"

Though I can't really put my finger on what it is about his beard that reminds me of someone else...

"Good luck," Randa said, getting up to switch places.

"Like I need it," Shamrock said, though she pulled her tail around and began fiddling with it nervously, hoping to make it appear fluffier.

Randa clapped her on the shoulder and moved off to find Kaatah.

"Before that, he was a blacksmith. And a real good fiddle player. But then he went crazy." Jesse shrugged, as if that explained everything. "Wait a minute, though. If there're two Princesses, where'd they come from? If there ain't no King or Queen, well, why ain't the older sister the Queen? I ain't exactly an expert, but that sounds a bit off." He reached up and scratched his head, knocking his top hat askew.

((-Alleb))

"Other than that, missions. Lots of missions. Had any interesting Sues recently?" she asked, settling back in her chair. She was liking this; the conversation felt like it was developing normally. She didn't even feel the urge to scowl at something. It was all so strange.

((-Alleb))

She looked distinctly unsettled. "I am sure we will switch partners soon," she said, frowning. She put her hands under the table and unconsciously scrubbed the one Bingle had touched. She paused for a moment, then blurted, "Do you know much of swordplay?"

((-Alleb))

Friends. Hm. He could do with more friends. He raised his head, cheeks still ablaze. "Floaters," he said. "You?"

((That's good. Michael has the romantic acumen of someone with no romantic acumen whatsoever.

-Alleb))

"But both my partner and I are archers, so we're often down the practice range competing against each other." Apollo stopped for a second, thinking that something in his previous sentence had sounded wrong he mentally went back over it, realized and then corrected himself. "Not partner, partner you know? Just my RC partner."

Wiping a hand over his forehead, he continued, "What about you? You able to get up to much?"

As it was, he was quite content to just sit back and let Mia lead the questioning, she wasn't that bad at all really, and he didn't really have the confidence to try and lead the conversation at the moment.

before remembering seeing the gesture among some Humans on the Citadel and took it, shaking it gently in reply.

"I'm from the Mass Effect 'verse." She replied, "And no, not really. It isn't just armour you see, it's my enviro-suit, so I can cool myself down if need be." She stopped herself from rambling on, he probably didn't want to know all about that sort of stuff, or would run away if he did. "So, err... where are you from? Humans are prevalent in just about every continua aren't they?"

We've got our own crazy corner of the internet around here, so feel free to step in!

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"I don't think my partners and I have done two missions in a row from the same continuum. Maybe the IO thinks it'll keep us on our toes or something." He knocked on the table three times. "To be honest, I kinda like that. Keeps missions interesting and probably keeps us from losing our interest in such-and-such a verse, you know?"

"I'm pleased to meet you. So what 'verse are you from? I've never seen anybody wear armor like yours before. Doesn't it get hot?" He almost asked if she was bonded to it like Alphonse, but wisely decided against it.

"That about sums up the pilot. Long story short, Twilight and five other ponies end up discovering the Elements of Harmony and using them to bring Princess Luna back. Then Twilight gets an official task from...wait a minute, did you say your uncle Randy?" She really hadn't expected this. "What happened to him?"

In which Dot, Gimli, Lina, and Legolas (left-right) play the classic drama game 'sit, stand, lean, hover-nervously-expecting-to-be-glomped-any-second'.

Lina is loosely based on Neshomeh. She doesn't have glasses, because she spends so much time waking up in random places that they'd be unfeasible. Gimli is movie Gimli, but slightly Phobosified around the eyes (because I can't see M!Gimli's eyes anyway). Legolas is Legolas. Dot isn't based on anyone - her face is a set of eyes, nose, mouth, and chin designed to distinguish her from Lina. Hopefully that'll work better once inked.

(I really want to claim this is a canon scene... but it's not, I just fancied doing some interesting poses.)

Comments on character design are most welcome. :)

hS

"I'm sorry, I am afraid I was not clear on what I meant," he said, managing to keep another from escaping. "I do not mean that he wears the exact same clothing every day, but that everything he wears looks exactly alike." He caught a small hum of a hoverplate, and added, "In regards to Rudi's, I cannot say I blame you for that. It can get quite a bit louder and more crowded than our current surroundings, yes?"

'There-s a combination of organic biology, alcohol, and lots of discussion slash potential arguments that tends to scare people like me off.' Saying that, he glanced about, looking at a great variety of organic biology, alcohol, and discussions slash potential arguments. He, ever so subtly, powered up his hoverplates.

'Haven-t met him, sorry. He sounds bloody horrid smelling, if he wears the same thing all day.' Finch's nasal sensors hadn't been working for eight years, now. He didn't truly understand the meaning behind this. The true pain behind what he had said. The uniquely organic misery that was the experience of a smelly shirt.

Do tell, do tell!
Always fascinating to hear that sort of stuff, I've found. (Admittedly, I was always more of a sci-fi/weird fiction fellow than standard fantasy, but, y'know. Still interesting!)

"That being said, if you do spend much time there, he would usually be at the bar or a crowded table. His name is Apecian, he is a bit taller than I am, and has curly black hair, pale skin, and red eyes." Michael paused for a moment, trying to identify anything else that might help Finch recall his partner. "You might also have noticed that he wears the same thing almost every day. A black t-shirt and black pants, with a rather distinctive red mark on the back of the t-shirt."

The Host looked on at the revelry as the last few grains of sand fell into the bottom of the hourglass, rotating it without needing to examine the display.

He made a few adjustments to his mental list, and seemed to grow still for a moment. Another signal went out, and had the agents been watching, they would have noticed their cards grow a little longer as the name of the person they had just met with appeared at the top.

As the agents shifted, new tables became apparent, as if they had always been there. Interestingly, there was just enough additional room to seat the newcomers.

Regardless of whether the guests were paying attention or not, they would feel something from their placecard as another set of instructions appeared below the names of their current dates, guiding them to their next partners, who are as follows: Harris and Apecian; Chris and Shamrock; Mia and Kei; Lou and Naergondir; Randa and Kaatah; Cat and Lu; Finch and Thorn; Alleb and Steele; Miguel and C; Michael Tanner and Michael Green; Jesse and the Mysterious Host; Ami and Sonia; and Bingle and Apollo.

The newcomers would find their names elegantly written on namecards at their appropriate tables, and the attached directions were enough for those already in attendance to find their respective partners, even if they had never encountered one another before.

As the evening moved onward, the Mysterious Host smiled at Jesse, beckoning him toward the open seat across from him.

((First things first: This is not the end of the first round. This is me attempting to open up the door for our later arrivals, and giving people a bit more to do every day. I was thinking that each conversation should have about ten posts for player, but that is not a hard and fast rule. Secondly, please post your agents interactions for this round as replies to this post, to keep this thread from becoming impossible to navigate. Finally, these pairings are, ultimately, random. I rolled dice, I did not decide who anybody would be seeing. Thank you. That is all.))

Softly lit and filled by low voices which echoed ever-so-slightly, mingling enough to render what was said entirely private and adding a steady undertone of activity and excitement to the proceedings, he was frightened out of his mind. How was he supposed to start talking to any of these -- he looked about -- people, horses, robots. . . squirrel-people? There was so much going on! He found a spot from where he could observe and catalogue the shifting shadows on the wall.

Thorn was not worried. She was sure whoever approached her to strike up a conversation would be perfectly lovely. She was eager to begin. She found a spot where it seemed polite for her to wait.

They stood next to each other in perfect silence.

Cat had no such problems. After thanking her host -- she tried to catch a glimpse of his face as he helped her to her seat, but a trick of the lighting obscured it -- she turned to the person nearest her, a cervitaur in a blouse which could only be described as stunning.

"Hello there," she said, "Please pardon me for having bumped your flank on my way in; I was exhausted after such a long walk to get here. I must have been too focused on my destination; I was so eager for the opportunity to make the acquaintance of a beautiful woman such as yourself." She shook her head wonderingly. "Who in all the multiverse might you be?"

For we have been bestowed upon with a KoopaGirl. But no normal KoopaGirl, no average KoopaGirl.
A Kool one.

Truly, Zeus has blest us upon this day!
I welcome thee, KoolKoopaGirl, with this gift: a minifridge.

So you can conserve your Koolness, even in really small spaces where a normal fridge wouldn't fit.

Welcome!

'Ceilings collapse, floors crack, consoles blow up, response Centre Walls get holes in them. The actuator flipped and folded back into place. 'I-d like to get righteously mad at everything you buggers break, but I-d probably blow out my aggression circuits. Whose your partner? Tall? Blonde? Four arms? I might know him.'

'I'll remember to do that.' She sat there in silence for a bit. She glanced, briefly, at Duane.

'Gosh, this is going awfully, isn't it?' she said, not coming off as particularly torn up about this.