Originally Posted by Dear Morgana

Morgana ups the ante and presses her chest against Sarah's. What followed cannot be written without violating Institute regulations on Champion Ask Threads. Suffice to say, minds would have been blown at the sheer...mass of what followed.

"Hah! See if you can beat this!"

((Not sure if I'm doing something wrong...))

Originally Posted by Ask Fortune

"It's less weird!"

Originally Posted by Dear Morgana

Morgana ups the ante and presses her chest against Sarah's. What followed cannot be written without violating Institute regulations on Champion Ask Threads. Suffice to say, minds would have been blown at the sheer...mass of what followed.

"Hah! See if you can beat this!"

((Not sure if I'm doing something wrong...))

Originally Posted by AskCaptainPlank

Gangplank actually let out a sigh, the fact Sarah thought he was old was starting to get to him. Gangplank was still in top condition, but he wasn't the youngster he was before, Sarah being ironically, one of the few people ballsy enough to insult the captain without worrying for their lives, could get to him just because he knew she wasn't afraid of him, and his form of respect was fear, he couldn't tell the difference from the two. "Ah rather like it when tha' eight other people interrupt, gives meh some target practice."

Originally Posted by The Rumble

"So, if is weird, why you put name to your guns?"

Originally Posted by Unexisted

Miss fortune you can use two guns with two hands and shoot two targets with one bullet. What else can you do with two of everything?

Originally Posted by Letter

My dear, dear Miss Fortune;

How are you? I will save the pleasantries and get straight to the point. I recently had a bit of a run-in with that man, you know the one. Tall, scraggly beard, red coat, loves to consume oranges on the Fields of Justice? I will admit that I managed to eliminate most of his crew, save for himself and his First Mate, I found myself in a bit of a situation. Suffice it to say, I was drugged. And while I was unconscious he deprived me of all my garments save my undershorts, including an item that was very near and dear to my heart.

You may not know this about me, but I loved my family with all of my heart. I grew up with my grandfather, who ran an antique store, and was raised on rather fair principles. These principles I still uphold to this day. However, the purpose of my writing to you is to inform you of this item. It was a momento. You see, when I was young, my grandfather was murdered in cold blood. The perpetrator was never caught, and all I had left to remember of my deceased kin was a golden pocket watch he had made for my father. Since my father never had the opportunity to receive it, my grandfather held on to it in the hopes that my father would return and he could give it to him then. This trinket, much to my grand and unpleasant misfortune, was amongst the things that was pilfered from my person by that scallywag!

Now, I know this isn't normally your line of work. However, I am willing to offer you ANYTHING if you would be willing to retrieve my beloved grandfather's pocket watch from that wretched captain of the Dead Pool! I'm embarrassed to say, but I have no idea who else to ask of this task. But you MUST understand that my grandfather's pocket watch means everything to me! It was the only thing I had left of him! Please! You MUST be able to help somehow? If not you, then at least someone you know who CAN help me? Please?

Sincerely,

Damian Faust the Merchant of Death

Originally Posted by Ask Fortune

"It's lovely." She cooed. "Are wings like breasts, bigger is better?"

Originally Posted by Ask Fortune

"And you need it." Sarah responded coyly.

Originally Posted by Script Lord

Originally Posted by The Angel Knight

Kayle frowned at the comparison "How the two are even alike.." Kayle sighed and shook her head "Only you Fortune.." Kayle then simply looked back to her "To answer your question, we all have the same wing span, perfect for flight"

Originally Posted by AskCaptainPlank

"Not as bad as yah need sword practice." Gangplank responded.

Originally Posted by Ask Fortune

"Hey, I rock a cutlass." Sarah said. "But why bring a cutlass to a flintlock fight?"

Originally Posted by AskCaptainPlank

"Because when yah guns are gone, yah fists ain't enough." Gangplank said as he glared at Sarah.