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Child of Neo-Sani: Cor Arcanus

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Zenariae
#1 - 2014-05-06 06:09:10 UTC  |  Edited by: Zenariae
I renounce Sani Sabik. It is a curse to me.
Jurou Yuan
Wolfraam 74
#2 - 2014-05-06 06:26:27 UTC
You know if you're looking to spice up your boring and monotonous life, cults really aren't the way to go. It just makes you look crazy and that crap sticks to your reputation like glue.

Boosters, alcohol. pornography. All viable solutions.
Deitra Vess
Non-Hostile Target
Wild Geese.
#3 - 2014-05-06 06:30:08 UTC
Will punch be served?
Pieter Tuulinen
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#4 - 2014-05-06 06:51:56 UTC
Deitra Vess wrote:
Will punch be served?


Finally, the question we should all be asking. Seriously, though, would you drink something a sani-sabik dropped in front of you?

For the first time since I started the conversation, he looks me dead in the eye. In his gaze are steel jackhammers, quiet vengeance, a hundred thousand orbital bombs frozen in still life.
Deitra Vess
Non-Hostile Target
Wild Geese.
#5 - 2014-05-06 06:56:20 UTC
Wasn't saying I'd drink it, the hospitality would be nice though Big smile
Ber Kan
State War Academy
Caldari State
#6 - 2014-05-06 07:06:57 UTC
I'll make sure to wear my good murder vest. I mean tux....Totally meant tux.

                                 This thread has been Plundered.
Corpii Herald
Doomheim
#7 - 2014-05-06 08:12:52 UTC
Ber Kan wrote:
I'll make sure to wear my good murder vest. I mean tux....Totally meant tux.


You should bring both as a precaution. Don't want to show up to a good blooding looking like a ninny, now!

Of course, I support anything my Sani Sabik brethren do. I'm sure everything will go well with the opening of this establishment.
Noden Vorpalstar
The Knights of Polaris
#8 - 2014-05-06 08:27:11 UTC
Cult of the week?

Oh just Sani-Sabik.

Public Channel:  Polaris-Public Roleplaying Channel:  Gallente Lounge
Gosakumori Noh
Coven of One
#9 - 2014-05-06 14:39:26 UTC
Oh, I love what you've done with the place, Zen, darling! It's so tall and the draperies are to die for, literally in some unfortunate labor cases, yes? You caught me by surprise, sweetie, you naughty girl! I love surprises! Kisses!

Of course such an event calls for one thing above all others! Yes! A painting!

Empire of the Blood Petal Throne - A to Z!

I understand there's even a spot on the wall already... yes, lovely!

I can't wait to jump my little body double south, flit around the glowing bubble, and chitty chat with the hostess! Hmm. I suppose it might be prudent to verify statuses and what not, or there is some risk of getting blown up by those holy lazors, down so long in the midnight sun.... oh, I love surprises!

Lovely, lovely, darling! Muah! Muah!
Diana Kim
State Protectorate
Caldari State
#10 - 2014-05-06 20:49:19 UTC
Jurou Yuan wrote:
You know if you're looking to spice up your boring and monotonous life, cults really aren't the way to go. It just makes you look crazy and that crap sticks to your reputation like glue.

Crazy cults like Sansha Nation?
Who replace brain of adepts with Sansha schematics, so they will always be loyal to them, even when they aren't even official members of this cult.

Jurou Yuan wrote:
Boosters, alcohol. pornography. All viable solutions.

Only for disgusting gallentean kakku.

Neither of this "solutions" shouldn't be applied to proper Caldari citizens.

Honored are the dead, for their legacy guides us.

In memory of Tibus Heth, Caldari State Executor YC110-115, Hero and Patriot.
Gosakumori Noh
Coven of One
#11 - 2014-05-06 22:57:29 UTC
Diana Kim wrote:
Neither of this "solutions" shouldn't be applied to proper Caldari citizens.


Indeed, Diana, darling - there is only way to properly refresh Caldari citizens!

[A camera drone descends the flawless complexion of a muscular back, exposed by a citroen chiffon taffeta sequin strapless masterpiece - draped over, while clinging tenaciously to - a Senior Ni-Kunni Hostess First Class. She moves, with years of practice, in an elegant slow motion strut that highlights every bodacious curve of her meticulously developed body. Light and shadow flicker enigmatically along a corridor of impossibly tall narrow columns beneath a canopy of stained haze.

Somewhere distant, a choir sings; cherry blossoms float.

To either side of her statuesque body, bulging triceps betray the weight of the enormous golden platter the Hostess carries before her. On her right, a cherubic Junior Ni-Kunni Intern Third Class marches, somewhat gangly - albeit with a perky little bottom ("he's going to be a dancer, don't you know") - arms forward at the approved angle carrying a pillow on which rests something the drone cannot see.

In fact, the drone has become hypnotized by the fifteen foot citroen taffeta trail flowing behind the hostess like a river of molten sorbet. It shakes off the spell just in time to observe the Hostess lower her platter gracefully to an expansive marble table top, exposing just the right undercurvage of breast while making not even a sound as harsh metal comes to rest against harsh stone.

Two Deteis executives in grey business jackets over grey business shirts beneath an all business blond cut betray only slight concern as the adolescent Ni-Kunni Intern Third Class steps forward eagerly.

With an expression worthy of an ancient master, the Senior Ni-Kunni Hostess First Class extends her hand and lifts an iridium scale replica of a Thorax from the boy's pillow. Pressing the cool metal ship against her wrist, the Hostess adjusts its vibrating frequency until it is just so, and then inserts the ship into a priceless Kuan Dynasty Khanid urn.

A great deal of splashing follows.

The Hostess removes the scale model; the intern produces three priceless Han Dynasty Achuran mugs. Without hesitation, the Hostess pours three precisely equivalent servings, which are delivered reverently by the intern.]

"That is... surprisingly good tea," observes one executive.

After much trial and error, explains the Crone, wrapped head to toe in obsidian black taffeta sequins, we've learned that proper vibrations actually jiggle the tasty bits within the infusers to produce an amazing dispersion of flavor. Now, if we turn our attention to the executive summary...

[Three Senior Ni-Kunni Page Turners First Class place large leather bound tablets on the marble table in unison and open them to the appropriate page without blemishing the parchment inside.]

...you will notice that our field tests indicate the Harvestman Decimax Prototype most effectively curtails worker revolts. However, as you see there (yes, thank you, darling), productivity takes a significant hit relative to other motivational containment paradigms. However, we have found (thank you, darling, you have lovely hands) a light mixture of stimulants in factory air circulation apparatus offset this, nicely. Should Kaalakiota desire to maintain productivity in this way, I would be more than happy to connect the two of you with a lovely Thukker Sultana of Drop....
Claudia Osyn
Non-Hostile Target
Wild Geese.
#12 - 2014-05-06 23:10:26 UTC
Your to much, Noh. But I love that about you.

A little trust goes a long way. The less you use, the further you'll go.
Diana Kim
State Protectorate
Caldari State
#13 - 2014-05-07 06:20:28 UTC
Gosakumori Noh wrote:
Diana Kim wrote:
Neither of this "solutions" shouldn't be applied to proper Caldari citizens.


Indeed, Diana, darling - there is only way to properly refresh Caldari citizens!

[A camera drone descends the flawless complexion of a muscular back, exposed by a citroen chiffon taffeta sequin strapless masterpiece - draped over, while clinging tenaciously to - a Senior Ni-Kunni Hostess First Class. She moves, with years of practice, in an elegant slow motion strut that highlights every bodacious curve of her meticulously developed body. Light and shadow flicker enigmatically along a corridor of impossibly tall narrow columns beneath a canopy of stained haze.

Somewhere distant, a choir sings; cherry blossoms float.

To either side of her statuesque body, bulging triceps betray the weight of the enormous golden platter the Hostess carries before her. On her right, a cherubic Junior Ni-Kunni Intern Third Class marches, somewhat gangly - albeit with a perky little bottom ("he's going to be a dancer, don't you know") - arms forward at the approved angle carrying a pillow on which rests something the drone cannot see.

In fact, the drone has become hypnotized by the fifteen foot citroen taffeta trail flowing behind the hostess like a river of molten sorbet. It shakes off the spell just in time to observe the Hostess lower her platter gracefully to an expansive marble table top, exposing just the right undercurvage of breast while making not even a sound as harsh metal comes to rest against harsh stone.

Two Deteis executives in grey business jackets over grey business shirts beneath an all business blond cut betray only slight concern as the adolescent Ni-Kunni Intern Third Class steps forward eagerly.

With an expression worthy of an ancient master, the Senior Ni-Kunni Hostess First Class extends her hand and lifts an iridium scale replica of a Thorax from the boy's pillow. Pressing the cool metal ship against her wrist, the Hostess adjusts its vibrating frequency until it is just so, and then inserts the ship into a priceless Kuan Dynasty Khanid urn.

A great deal of splashing follows.

The Hostess removes the scale model; the intern produces three priceless Han Dynasty Achuran mugs. Without hesitation, the Hostess pours three precisely equivalent servings, which are delivered reverently by the intern.]

"That is... surprisingly good tea," observes one executive.

After much trial and error, explains the Crone, wrapped head to toe in obsidian black taffeta sequins, we've learned that proper vibrations actually jiggle the tasty bits within the infusers to produce an amazing dispersion of flavor. Now, if we turn our attention to the executive summary...

[Three Senior Ni-Kunni Page Turners First Class place large leather bound tablets on the marble table in unison and open them to the appropriate page without blemishing the parchment inside.]

...you will notice that our field tests indicate the Harvestman Decimax Prototype most effectively curtails worker revolts. However, as you see there (yes, thank you, darling), productivity takes a significant hit relative to other motivational containment paradigms. However, we have found (thank you, darling, you have lovely hands) a light mixture of stimulants in factory air circulation apparatus offset this, nicely. Should Kaalakiota desire to maintain productivity in this way, I would be more than happy to connect the two of you with a lovely Thukker Sultana of Drop....

Too much skin!
BAN! BAN! BAN!

And gallentean ship didn't explode! It MUST explode! All gallentean ships MUST explode in the end!

Honored are the dead, for their legacy guides us.

In memory of Tibus Heth, Caldari State Executor YC110-115, Hero and Patriot.
Leopold Caine
Stillwater Corporation
#14 - 2014-05-07 10:22:49 UTC
Zenariae wrote:

In this universe humans are divided and...



As much as I appreciate eloquence, the thin margin between it and demagogy is one actually has certain weight and meaning behind it.

As long as the introductory post might be, I see little story behind it. An advice, a bit more about the actual programme and offered goods and services of the venue may be beneficial to attract guests.

Not myself mind you. Afraid I don't visit Sabik joints.
  • Leopold Caine, Domination Malakim

Angels are never far...

Stillwater Corporation Recruitment Open - Angel Cartel Bloc
Laria Raven
The Scope
#15 - 2014-05-07 13:09:24 UTC
Zenariae wrote:
Shiver as you explore numerous veins of experience. Meditate on the beating throb of your heart. Cast aside delusions and fall upon the pleasure of your pain. Embrace and discover the seed that ignites your blood and transforms you from what you are into what you will be.


Stop spying on me. Those quarters are private.

Fallen from grace. And as night comes, may flights of Angels visit your sleep... shoot your ships and steal all of your stuff.
Gosakumori Noh
Coven of One
#16 - 2014-05-07 20:21:03 UTC
[A legion of security drones patrols the perimeter of a seaside grotto; their gleaming artificial eyes pierce fluffy mist in multi spectrum.

Serving staff step nimbly along teak planks between intimate tide pools, wherein heavy oaken tables covered with torn linen netting rest at awkward angles in the sand. Periodically, waves of warm salt water rush through the pools, splashing up the finely sinewed bodies of Ealurian masseurs working magic on the bare feet of gourmands.

Somewhere within a fuzzy nimbus of gold and silver feathers, the CRONE connects wine to lips.]

I love the Countess, darling, adore her, but you can't mix my muffins with hers! She's tropical! The throats of her boys have grown accustomed to all of that heavy wetness. Here in the North, we've got dry heat - with the occasional evening marine layer. You know, totally different. The Jin Mei don't wear masks, here. The boys will suck and blow at cross purposes.

Unless... oh, I see!

Cheremelnovoh's Latitudinal Etudes! How positively neo tonal. We'll send an air car for your choir master first thing and work out the leases... which House will it be in? Torsad Regency Deiodome Chapel West 347... magnificent Doric reinterpretation, darling, but... it's walnut. 4th century rococo lathing... oh, I see where you're going with that. Of course, sweetie.

Look! Tea time!

[Two enormous breasts shift in a crimson velour suede sequin bodice as the Ni-Kunni Hostess First Class lowers her golden platter in slow motion toward the uneven netting. Beside her, a Ni-Kunni Intern Third Class with a pirate uniform and a perky little bottom ("he's going to be a dancer, you know") lifts a silver bucket. With an expression worthy of an ancient master, the Hostess reaches in to the silver bucket and removes an iridium Thorax.

After adjusting its vibration speed carefully, she thrusts the Thorax into a hammered pewter urn. After several moments, the Hostess removes the vibrating Thorax from the pewter urn and holds it aloft. Guests watch with antici...

...pation.

Rubbing her thumb ever so slightly on the model's dorsal spine, the Hostess conjures forth a bluish flame from the ship tip. Slowly, the fire seeps down the model's surfaces. Down, down, down the fires flow. Casually, the Hostess returns it to the silver bucket from whence it came. No sooner does the burning Thorax disappear than blue flame rises all sides of its receiving hangar.

Gourmands applaud with delight. Flames fade.]

This technique leaves an itty bitty bit of the 151 behind in the tea! Isn't lovely, darlings!?
Diana Kim
State Protectorate
Caldari State
#17 - 2014-05-08 11:04:26 UTC
Gosakumori Noh wrote:

Rubbing her thumb ever so slightly on the model's dorsal spine, the Hostess conjures forth a bluish flame from the ship tip. Slowly, the fire seeps down the model's surfaces. Down, down, down the fires flow. Casually, the Hostess returns it to the silver bucket from whence it came. No sooner does the burning Thorax disappear than blue flame rises all sides of its receiving hangar.

Oh, yes...
Yes, yes yes!!
Burn gallentean things!
Yeeesssssss...

Honored are the dead, for their legacy guides us.

In memory of Tibus Heth, Caldari State Executor YC110-115, Hero and Patriot.
Gosakumori Noh
Coven of One
#18 - 2014-05-08 14:41:54 UTC
Diana Kim wrote:

Oh, yes...
Yes, yes yes!!
Burn gallentean things!
Yeeesssssss...


That went well I think. A toast!
Solecist Project
#19 - 2014-05-11 03:52:20 UTC
*sips blood tea*

That ringing in your ears you're experiencing right now is the last gasping breathe of a dying inner ear as it got thoroughly PULVERISED by the point roaring over your head at supersonic speeds. - Tippia
Gosakumori Noh
Coven of One
#20 - 2014-05-11 08:09:07 UTC
A father from seaside Ephiseus to Aphi while romancing the Gate. One twin, to Saisio with his provenance; and one, this far only in memories of a loyal cohort. United by blood, and a Faith in something more, hearts still beat in that which was left behind.

Facing a brilliant origin, astride the Vapor Sea

Follows, Aridia.
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