Sir Michael

Well, hello there! It's very nice to meet you, stranger! I'm Sir Michael; and I'm a knight who travels around with my friends Rumbo the Ranger, Salgexicon (our fearless leader), Crolax (he never smiles, but I like him anyway), Ardus the Magnificent, and Skurdgvrm (he has a moustache, and, you know... he does stuff.) Current M!A: Michael is possessed by a demon until 6:30PM on 1/6/13. ((Multiverse roleplay blog for Sir Michael from "Steam Powered Giraffe: The Quest for The Eternal Harp of Golden Dreams". All rights for the character belong to Steam Powered Giraffe LLC and Michael Philip Reed. I am not Michael Philip Reed.)) ((I track the tag "sir michael rp")).

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"Sir Michael?" Reqi called, walking lightly in the woods, searching for him.

Hearing his name, Michael set down the cloth he had been polishing his armour with to stand up and walk forward, hand on his knife until he saw who it was. “Miss Reqi!” he greeted with a wide smile, “What a pleasant surprise! What brings you to this neck of the woods?”

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Send me a ‘♥’ if you would like to fuck my muse.

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((Bestiality with a sassy Guardian??))

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((Oh my god XD ))

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She hid behind a tree, still keen on discovering where she was. Her head peeked out from the bark and she ducked back, attempting to keep her cover in the wood. Sky didn't know what to expect, especially with another someone in full armor. "Who goes?!"

Michael whipped his head in the direction of the voice, hand going to rest on his sword. "Sir Michael," he called, "And you? Friend or foe?"

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//I'm not sure if I've posted a link here yet, but if not: y'all should check out my writing blog over this way. There's not much there yet, but before this school year is over I plan on starting to post weekly chapters from my WIP novel "The Gods' Games". c:

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~Your, paramore, is uh, a bit tied up at the moment, you should go ~help him out~~

"Rumbo? Is he hurt again?!" Without another word, Michael takes off and starts running towards where Rumbo should be, calling a "Thank you!" back over his shoulder.

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~Why, bring him with you. We can make it a party.~

"Oh, well, that sounds, ah... very, very nice."

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sir—michael replied to your post: i thnk u ned 2 gt laid

Trust me, he’s “gotten laid” /plenty./

“Michael it was one time, that is not plenty!”

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"Are you saying you want more, love? I'm sure we could arrange that!"

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~But that's all the way in the morning. There's plenty of fun to be had tonight~

"... True enough... I, um, I feel like I should state now that I'm... spoken for. Taken, I mean."

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~Beer is fine. Sometimes the occasion calls for something a bit stronger though.~

"Very true... ah, I shouldn't get too drunk tonight, though. Hafta get back to my team in the morning!"

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You might want to go help your boyfriend out. I think there's an alien trying to seduce him. And I do not want to see anymore alien babies,k? Elven kids are bad enough.

What. I'm on my way, thank you!

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~fantastic. What's your drink of choice?~

"Hm... beer is always a good choice, I think. What would yours be?"

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~Would you like to go to a tavern and have a few drinks with me? It's been a while since I shared a drink with a knight such as yourself~ CJH

"Oh, well, that sounds fantastic!" he grins, "There's one in the next town over; I can lead the way."

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~Hello~ -Capt Jack Harkness

"Oh, hello there! I'm Sir Michael, it's nice to meet you, Captain."

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sir—michael replied to your post: ~Hello~ -Capt Jack Harkness

No.

((*snicker*))

“HEY. HEY MICHAEL. WHAT’S AN OMNISEXUAL THREESOME MEAN.”

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"WHAT."

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batspine said: ((When did he tell you to do that??))

//after that time a few weeks ago when he sent me a message on this blog. my sister made a post about my reaction, and michael replied just saying that I should make Sir Michael slay a Snorlax.

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michael-philip-reed said: I WOULDNT WANNA KILL IT. maybe cuddle with it. i must of been somewhere else during that request….

//OH SURE OF COURSE IT WASN'T YOU MICHAEL

fine maybe sir michael isn't going to kill the snorlax

maybe instead...

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Sir Michael slowly crept forward, eyeing his prey carefully. Step, step, don't make a sound, be absolutely silent oh shit that was a branch okay that made a lot of noise.

His adversary awoke with a snarl, and Michael let out a muttered stream of curses as he ran towards the Snorlax. With a yell, he gathered all of his momentum to jump over the sleeping Snorlax and thrust his sword at the goblin who had just been preparing to kill it.

The goblin quickly fell under Michael's blows, and he sheathed his sword with a relieved sigh. Turning around, he grinned upon seeing the now-awakened Snorlax staring at him; and with a slight laugh, he navigated carefully under his armour to lay down against the Snorlax.

"It's okay, buddy," he said quietly, "You're safe now." The Snorlax let out a sound that Michael interpreted as one of thankfulness. "You're welcome, Snorlax." With a grin still on his mouth, Michael drifted off to sleep against his friend's side.

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is that better?

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//So Michael Reed told me to draw Sir Michael slaying a Snorlax, I succumbed to peer pressure, and then I only remembered halfway through drawing this that I can't draw. But aw well! I think it's at least a little cute. I hope.