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About Kimiji

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  1. [[I can't figure out how to edit or delete this one. Can Someone help me out?]]
  2. It was Fae's idea that it be run y a goblin.
  3. Back when I started playing on Twisting Nether (2007 I think) the RP chat channel was an In Character bar. Since I've come back I've learned it's now an OOC channel for setting up RP, which is fantastic. This channel serves a very important function. That said, a TNG RP Tavern Hub is an important thing. With that in mind I'd like to suggest /join TheSwizzleInn The Swizzle Inn in a goblin run bar situated in the heart of Stranglethorn, north of Booty Bay. It's a faction neutral establishment where people can enjoy themselves, a few drinks, and the uneccessarily complex drama of those around them. It's a two level, basic layout bar. I can provide sketches if people need a visual depiction, but it's a standard WoW Goblin bar. Brex, the bartender (feel free to NPC him anytime the character isn't online, which is most of the time) is a goblin interested in nothing other than the smooth running of the bar. While he can be offensive in his speech, he gives everybody equal chance to be decent people before they screw up. Once they screw up, we get anon bouncers involved (to be written by whomever is involved in the rp.) This is my suggestion. /join TheSwizzleInn If something else like this exists, please let us know, because no one in any channel I could find tonight had an active IC pub.
  4. Kimiji glances about the room. The Board of Stranglethorn Exports waits around the table. Board meetings aren’t common, for the most part. As long as the profits roll in there is no reason to meet. She called this meeting in one of the rare instances that the Director requires the direct input of her Board Members. The Troll looks around the table at the board members that are able to attend the meeting. “Laydies an gentelmen...Ju been stron’ supportahs ah de company fah longah den is decen’ ta recoun’. Each ah ja sahcrafice’ mare den mos ta keep dis a profitable ventchah.” The Director looks down at her notes. She continues, “Ju all be ‘ere t’day at mah r’ques’.” Kimiji’s assistant, Prinn, passes a folder to each person around the conference table. “What m’gerl Prinn jes gave ja be de projected figuahs fah beeah prahduction, ‘ahd we been producin’ ovah de pas’ yeah.” Prinn steps back after passing out the last of her folders. “These are the accurate figures if Stranglethorn Exports had processed and exported beer over the last four fiscal quarters.” Kimiji looks back at the blood elf, a look of obvious annoyance on her face, “Dat what ah jes said!” Kimi looks back to the Board Members around the table. “Dis be an opahtunity fah us. If we ken come up wit a brew dat ken compete wit da pandaran swill, we ‘ave de chance ta make money ‘and ovah fis’.” She smirks and gestures toward the back of the room. “Dat said, me brew mastah got a recipe dat mixes de pandaran brew wit de strong dwarf ale. Me new brew mastah be takin a bit ta create de final produc’, but it be a quality brew when it finish.” “Dere be two pro’lems we ‘ave ta deal wit. De minor pro’lem be dat we nee’ a few ‘gredien’s dat not be readily ‘vailable. Ah realahz mos ah’ ju not be de sor’ ta sneak inta caves ta gahdjah ‘erbs on da possibility o’a payout.” Kimi looks at the contractors sitting at the table. “Dis be why ju was ‘vited. Ju get me de ‘gredien’s needed an de payoff be generous.” She looks at Nojinbu and Vilmah. “Dis should covah mos’ scenariahs.” She slides a contract over to the mercenaries, leaving several more on the table for any other freelancers around the table that seem interested. “De secon’ issue, an de main reason de contractas be ‘ere, be dat mah brew mastah be missin. Now ah not be de kahnd ta point fingas, but…” Kimiji tosses a cloak on the table. “Dat be de crest o’ de Sunspiah Tradin Co. Dis was torn off de kidnappas durin de raid.” Kimiji glares at her hands on the table. Prinn rests her hand on Kimiji’s shoulder. “Ah need mah brew mastah and recipes back. Dis business takin off right now, an we can’ affo’d ta miss ou’ on it. We need ta get ou’ brew masta back an’ go inta full production mode. Ah got a facility lahned up ta take care o’ ou’ demand. Now we jes need ou’ supplies an brew masta an we be makin mo’ money den ju ken coun’.” She nods at the assembled Board Members, hoping for their support, but counting on her mercenaries to really get the job done.
  5. As her carpet comes down for a landing, the stiff fabric becomes soft and pliant. She isn’t half way through rolling it up when her assistant comes bouncing out of the warehouse. Against all better judgement, Kimiji had taken an elf on staff. She would never have considered it, except the girl was just so damn persistent. At first she had just been doing menial tasks. Running errands, delivering messages, boring, unimportant stuff. These days the elf is essentially running the day to day operations of Kimiji’s complex, from the warehouse to the various staff needed around the place. Somehow, in the past year, Prinn has become one of the most important people in Kimiji’s employ. Prinn is small, even among Blood Elves. At 5’4 she was dwarfed by the troll. Being three feet taller than the elf makes it hard, sometimes, to look at the girl as an adult, but Prinn has proven herself time and time again. She has long since earned Kimiji’s trust. “Boss! Boss!” Prinn bounced up and down, waving at Kimiji from the door of the warehouse before sprinting out to meet her on the road. She skids to a halt, throwing up a bit of dirt, but stopping before the carpet. “Boss!” Kimiji holds up one of her large fingers to the young elf. “Wait jes a momen’.” She finishes rolling up her carpet, then lifts it in one hand and drops it into the arms of the bouncing girl.” Prinn catches the massive rug with an “oomph,” then looks up at Kimiji, waiting. When Kimi finally nods to her, Prinn starts reciting the latest comings and goings of the complex. “We’ve had six shipments in while you’ve been gone. All of them on schedule except the second. It was three days late.” The elf looks up nervously. “I took the liberty of docking the pay of the team by a fifth. I wouldn’t, except there was no reason they were late. They didn’t get stopped or anything. They were just slow!” She stutters for a moment. Then continues defensively, “Their tardiness cost us a client. The shop in Ratchet had to go with another dealer.” Kimiji places her hand on the elf’s head. “Ja did good, li’l one. Nex’ tahm dey won’ be late, an Ratchet be an accoun we ken spare. Da gobbos got dat one pretty locked up anyway. Anytin else e’sitin ‘appen while ah was gone?” Prinn looks over her shoulder, back at the warehouse. “Well, yes…” She hesitates. “There’s something weird going on in your private storeroom behind your office.” The troll looks sharply at Prinn. “Whachu mean, weahd?” “Just, you know, weird.” The elf shrugs, or tries to, the carpet hinders the motion. “I was in your office getting some files and I heard talking. I couldn’t make out anything, just a troll voice. At first I thought you had come home early without telling me. Then I went back there. The room was empty! There was no one in there, but I could still hear the voice!” She looks at her fee…the carpet she is holding. “So I, uh, locked your office and made it temporarily off limits. Sorry if it’s a little dirty. The cleaning staff hasn’t been in since then.” Kimiji nods. “‘sokay. Ah’ll ‘splain when we get insahd. Shoulda ‘spected dis.” Kimi starts walking towards the warehouse, slow enough for Prinn to fall in beside her. “We gonna ‘ave a shipment ah mines comin in lateah tahnigh’. Ah need ja ta make shuah de ‘splosives wing ‘as ‘nough space for ‘em. Keep em near de fron. Dey won’t be wit us more den ‘alf a week. Make shuah Nozomi put'em weah dey spose ta go, neh?” Prinn nods as they reach the warehouse. “Got it. What about the voice?” Kimi takes the rug from the girl’s arms as they go through the entrance, then deposits it beside the door. “Don’ worry bout de voice til aftah ju got dis done. Ah’ll ‘splain it all to ja, but gonna take ‘while. Ju need ta get de ‘splosives wing ready firs.” The little elf nods, then bounces off on her way to do her master’s bidding. Kimiji sighs, then strolls through her office and into her private store room, unlocking the doors as she goes. Once inside she removes a Soul Shard from an upper shelf. She returns to her desk in the office, sitting down and placing the crystal on the desk in front of her. Kimiji leans forward, placing her chin in her hands, elbows resting on the desk. She peers into the crystal. “Ah sweah ah tol ju ta be quiet wahl ah was gon…”
  6. The troll walks down the gangplank to the dock, surveying her crew carelessly unloading her cargo and frowns. They have been doing this job for more than three years. They should know by now when a cargo requires special care. “Ey! Ju wacha ‘anilin ah dat crate oh ju be fahndin ah new job. An dat be pretty ‘ahd when ju missin ja ‘ead!” Her crew chief Nozomi glances up from the shipping manifest, then glares at the crew. “You heard the lady! Watch those crates. Those aren’t exactly birthday cakes you’re throwing around there! Drop one of those and you’ll be lucky to lose a leg!” Nozomi glances back at Kimiji. “Sorry about that Boss. Sometimes these knuckleheads forget that we’re transporting mines instead of ore. Come a long way from the old days, eh?” Kimi shakes her head at the Orc. “Too fah ah tink sometahms. Jes make sure dey don kill demselves, neh? Got ‘nough ta worry bout lately witout one’ah dis lot blowin demselves up.” She rolls out her carpet and sits down. “Ju take care ah gettin dis ta da ware’ouse, neh? Ah’m goin a’ead ta make sure e’rytin’s in o’dah.” Nozomi nods at Kimiji. “Sure think Boss. Should have everything to the warehouse by the end of the day.” With that, he turns back to the workers and starts yelling. Kimi concentrates, releasing a small amount of magic into the carpet. A slight frost forms underneath it as it lifts off the ground and begins the flight to her warehouse.
  7. Might as well Main RP Toon: Kimiji Mur'Zunni Horde Or Alliance? Horde of course Guild: Sanctuary, Stranglethorn Exports, Lately of Sino Fatum What was your favorite RP event or storyline? Oh god. No idea Who is someone that you used to RP with and haven't heard from in a long time, that you miss the most? Forgot about it until I saw his name in this list, but Jobolg. You were always a blast. Share a screenshot from an RP you enjoyed:...No.
  8. Intense pain spiked through her body, then nothing. Neesa floated in a sea of black. Six hundred years she spent contemplating the pain she felt in that half second. The next four hundred years were spent in dull numbness. For a century she considered committing suicide. For two she attempted it, her body not complying. Her world condensed to a searing needle of pain embodied. It stitched her mind into a tapestry of pain and hate. Every stitch puncturing her soul. Every thread a new reason to detest the world. Her transgressions on morality seared into her spirit, yet never making the impact they should. How dare the bitch confine her here. Neesa would fight her way free. Neesa floated in a sea of black. Six hundred years it took her to find the passage to her eyes. The next four hundred were spent trying to open them. For a century she tried to focus. For two she attempted to make sense of what she was seeing. Her world condensed to the painless perception of her eyes. She felt her body unravel as the stitches in her mind coalesced. All physical sensation ceased. Neesa floated in a sea of black. Then she opened her eyes. The world resolved into a view of a warehouse. She must have fallen asleep leaning against the wall. She spends...time...trying... Neesa floats in a sea. Unmoving, unfeeling, nothing but thought. She opens her eyes and looks out on the warehouse that is now her world and rebels. She will not be bound by these constraints. She is Neesa and she will rule her own destiny. Neesa floats in a...warehouse? She tries to remember why. She remembers the slaves, and the books, but why is she... Neesa floats... the knowledge of her life flows through her, every morsel hers to recall. She knows she wanted to move at some point, but she can't recall why. The world is the knowledge, and the knowledge is all. She owns the knowledge and is content. Neesa opens here eyes. The dull crystal flickers to life with a faint, golden light. Neesa surveys the warehouse from her immobile viewpoint and decides the world is good.
  9. Kimiji


    It's strange, trading under Stranglethorn Exports again. The company I started too many years ago...I thought it was gone. After Neesa's betrayal I didn't think I could ever recover from the damage to my reputation. Slave trade! Dealing in flesh leaves a stain on a company that is not easily washed off. More than that, Neesa was my most trusted associate. I had employees, sure. Neesa was the only one I trusted to run the company while I was busy. I'll never make that mistake again. I'm not proud of Neesa's current state, but it's the only solution short of executing her. The main point is that she won't be a danger to me, or any innocent, ever again. As for the state of the company, struggling. I realized a few years ago that my ideological beliefs were fundamentally flawed. The sad naivety of my earlier years were a bit embarrassing to think about. The idea that people could get along no matter what... A laughable idea. Joining Sanctuary had been a mistake. I made good friends. People I hope to stay in contact with for the rest of my life, but the basic concept behind the group was flawed. War is war. I joined Sanctuary for purely financial reasons. I really believed they had a chance to stop this war. I was mistaken. Being able to sell to both sides would have been fantastic, but it won't happen. Now even the Horde is fractured. It's time to take contracts as they come, and ignore the war. It's not my business. If people want to kill each other, I'll gladly supply the means, but I want nothing to do with the politics or battle. Give me my books, research and study and I can let the world freeze over. Which it might. The Merchant Queen is pulling into port now, so I need to end this entry. Basic food stuffs. It's surprising what people at war will pay inflated prices for. And pay they will... Kimiji Mur'Zunni: Captain of the Merchant Queen. President of Stranglethorn Exports.
  10. Hey, this is Kimiji. I don't have access to kmz@castawaysnet.com anymore. I can't remember what my password was. I need to reset the password for my Kimiji account, but I cant because I don't have that email anymore. Is there any way we can take care of this issue or do I need to resign myself to my account being gone forever? Kimiji
  11. <p>I'm pretty sure Tillna wants to have your children. I should hire you to strip for him on his birthday.</p>

  12. I agree Brox. He looks like he's flicking us off.
  13. ...wow... That...I don't even know what to say...I think I'm gonna cry... It's just...so...so...beautiful... I laughed for quite awhile at that.
  14. It's beautiful. My only real critique would be Ninorra's mouth. It is an awkward expression from that angle. Other than that I love it.