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"The Butter has done it again!"`
Firstname: Tuck
Surname: Friar
Nickname: Tucker
Age: Twenty-Six
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Former Adventurer, currently a theif.
Personality
|Manipulative | Arrogant| Loyal| Friendly| Independent| | Observant|
?Manipulative
Of course, not many people know that Tuck; such a seemingly brilliant figure, despite his position, is Manipulative. He's willing to throw everyone out in the trash, or use them as if they're pieces on the chess board if it means getting to the goal he yearns for. Of course this is a dangerous part of this figure, which will most likely lead him to death and his reaching hands in the end. However, he does not find the fact that he'll easily do such things to be entirely. . . comforting.
?Arrogant
Arrogance is probably the first thing you might see in Tuck, seeing that he appears to refuse to listen to those older and wiser than him, and not only that, but he appears to refuse to believe that the corruption within Faowind exists at all. This usually creates a bad image of himself, seeing that this leads others to believe him to be entirely rude, disrespectful, obnoxious, and of course; arrogant.
?Loyal
If he chooses to be loyal to someone, or even to himself; Tuck is probably one of the most loyal person out there. However, loyalty from him comes at a price, and must be worked for. This kind of loyal is the kind that people willing to throw themselves infront of the bullet might possess. Once this 'Loyalty Seed' has sprouted; it never stops growing.
?Friendly
Tuck is rather friendly, despite the fact that he can be terribly arrogant. This is probably the only one of his personality traits that are actually good. Even though that he is not forcefully friendly in order to gain other's trust, it usually helps to gain their trust.
?Independent
Working and walking alone is probably what Tuck perfers above everything else. He does not perfer the company of a companion (Unless it is forced, or he amazingly doesn't mind it,), which is not simply because he wishes to remain alone, but rather because he sees companions, groups, and alliances to be his responsibility; if they were to fall in the middle of it all, he would be the one blaming himself. This is the thing that makes his personality seem selfish, seeing that he wishes not to befall a burden on himself.
?Observant
Despite the fact that he's terribly arrogant, Tuck is still Observant. . . when he wants to be, anyway. He's usually the first one to notice small details others don't (when he wants to. .). Such noticed details are usually important, however. Tuck doesn't appear to be the one that dwindles on things that are not of importance, and that usually depends on what he sees to be 'important'.
Likes:
?Books/Plot-making
Although he takes a very small interest in such things, Tuck finds whatever free-time he can get a hold of to be a nice time to sit around with a book. Unfourtantly. . . such things are very limited, seeing that the asshole of a king decided to burn praticly all of them. Because of this, he usually just simply makes plots up in his mind, which tend to be somewhat pointless.
?Cats
Tuck has a very. . strange fondness for cats. Infact, his apparant love for his creatures often times screws up his personality like hell; making him appear to be extremely cuddly, loving, and. . . all that fluffy stuff.
?Music
Tuck is also fond of music; finding it to be soothing, however, he only likes perticuliar types. Often times those with actual meaning in them, those that have a meaning you must decipher, or simply things that are soothing; lot's of instrumental, in this case.
?Dancing
Although Dancing is not entirely the most fitting thing to do in these times, especially for one that is a theif; Tuck has always found dancing to be quite enjoyable, despite the fact that he was never really good at it, and it had been about three years since he had last even thought about getting up and skipping around in the middle of no-where.
Dislikes:
?The King
He just finds this fool to be so utterly distruptive! The fact that the king also burned a majourity of the books does not help either; Tuck basicly views him as a cowardly tyrant that refuses to leave his shell, where he is protected.
?Butter
For some reason, Tucker has always despised Butter in such a terrible manner, they might as well be arch-enemies. Often times because of this, he can't help but use phrases like "The Butter has done it again!" , "It's the Butter's fault!" or something ridiculous like that. This also sort of hints that he isn't entirely sane.
?Canines
Tuck has a terrible distaste for any kind of canines, seeing them to be "Filthy creatures that could not dare to compare with the much higher-class felidae". His love for cats and his hate for canines also makes him appear to be somewhat feminine- if you were blind enough to view him as that anyway.
History:
"I fell down a hole, and landed in here, then adapted, and learned what to do; what more do you wish to know"
Other Information:
Tuck has a little 'cat companion' with him- who's name is Glen Ballard. The cat also seems to enjoy riding around on his shoulder.
Where does your loyalty lie? -- "I remain loyal to myself and whoever I choose to be loyal to, I am not a child of Ikar, nor a knight in the Chess Army, not even a member of the old Hatter's squad, or one of those stupid houses!"
Faceclaim: Bilbo Baggins as played by Martin Freeman in "The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey".(If one is provided)
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"Meow meow meow, blah blah blah, I'd appreciate it if you would stop starring now, it's rude."
Firstname: Glen Ballard
Surname: "Well, 'Ballard' would of been a good surname, however; it is part of my first name, thus I have none,"
Nickname: Glen (Call him that and you'll most likely be scolded by Tucker for not calling him by his 'proper' name.)
Age: "Oh, I'd say about as old as Ikar, nothing special,"
Gender: Male
Race: Faowind Animal
Class: "I have no class, however if you must know everything, I often times travel around with this fellow named Tuck, so I suppose I'm his companion."
Personality:
| Arrogant| Caring| Laid-Back| Dutiful| Intelligient| Obnoxious|
?Arrogant
Like Tucker, Glen Ballard is also arrogant, though on an entirely different level. He listens to no-one but Tucker, and ignores everyone else's orders. Just to add onto that, he refuses to do anything he doesn't wish to do, and he's probably one of the most unagreeable feline out in Faowind.
?Caring
Although he is arrogant and views the world through his mind as "One spinning in the wrong direction," Glen Ballard can most defiantly be caring. However, if you want to unlock this part of his personality, you'll most likely have to gain his loyalty and trust first.
?Laid-Back
Glen Ballard can be a rather 'cool cat' if you will; this part of his personality makes his rude and arrogant side appear to be entirely sarcastic, which makes it appear as if every insult or rude remark was merely a joke from the person you often times wanted to copy.
?Intelligient
Like most felines, Glen Ballard is extremely intelligient. His advice is advice you should listen to, and in some cases it can even be life-saving. Because of this, he usually takes interest in things that are agonizingly complex and very hard to explain; which leaves him to be the only one that blabbers about this certain interest
?Dutiful
Although Glen Ballard is arrogant and obnoxious, and seemingly the kind of feline that would perfer to ignore every order given at him, and every duty he had ever been deliver, Glen Ballard is an extremely dutiful feline, and will stop at nothing in order to fufill orders given by the right person.
?Obnoxious
It's only naturual that Glen Ballard to be a very unpleasant feline. He finds most of everyone but Tucker to be "idiotic peasants that make the world spin the wrong way,". You usually would have to peeve him off terribly to unlock his view on most of Faowind, but it's still there, none the less.
Likes:
?Tucker
Glen Ballard finds Tucker's company to be terribly inviting, which more or less reassures the fact that Tuck is his favourite living-being in the world.
?Soup and tea
Although mice and birds and all that would fit a cat's diet much better, Tucker perfers soup and tea. Vegtable soup and tea with an over-dose of sugar to be precise.
?Anything that barely anyone takes interest in
Glen Ballard appears to enjoy taking interest in whatever no one else takes interest in; this includes simple things most people would barely even notice.
Dislikes:
?The King and The Houses
Like Tucker, Glen Ballard has a distaste for The King and The Houses. "They are the reason why this world is spinning left and not right!" is his reason for this disliking.
?Loosing Arguments
Glen Ballard simply hates loosing arguments, and fourtantly; it's very hard to loose an argument with a cat as old and intelligient as this. However, he holds deep grudges towards those who prove him wrong.
?Being Called "Glen"
Seeing that Glen Ballard's first name is actually Glen Ballard, he'll often times throw a hissy fit whenever someone just calls him Glen.
History:
"I'm old, do you think I remember everything? I lived a life that isn't complete, so you get no 'history'."
Other Information:
"I'm Loyal to Tucker, the end."
He was formarly associacted with The Hatter Squad, however, now he appears to want nothing to do with them.
(Applicaction completed, however I will write a history for Tucker and Glen Ballard if it is neccesary; I usually just let it all be unraveled throughout the roleplay.
Oh! I almost forgot! )
For Faowind!
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So I was going to wait until you guys finished your apps but I just can't. They're coming along absolutely wonderfully. All are accepted. When you complete them fully I will add you to the list.
Blacki, love the character, and the actor hehe.
Soaring! Good to see you again. Frida's been a bad fox, making a poor girl trip. How dare she XD
Kasai that Hatter X3 Oh I can't wait to see how your app will come out. Love the two gifs you used. And the quote. The infamous quote.
Can't wait to roleplay with you all. I say, one or two more people can join and then we can jump right in. -Doesn't want to make you guys wait too long-
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Everyone's characters look awesome! ;A;.
And thanks for accepting us, Tangle o3o. I've finished my applicactions, however I did not add a history to either.
(I've always liked keeping those a secret, and allowing them to eventually be unvieled, however if that's not okay, I can change xD).
I've also eddited "Glen Ballard" into my applicaction, and I've changed Tuck around just a little.
(Because who doesn't want to make a Butter-hating character? |D)
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I know right? So excited to rp with everyone.
That's fine. I don't mind that at all. ;3
I shall add him to the list as well. He's an adorable looking cat X3
Also! Yuki~ You be accepted. I shall add you too. <3
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God almighty, that is the most massive application I have ever made in my entire LIFE. I worked on it for the whole day. WHOLE. DAY. Ended up posting last, which I am not surprised of. But my dear god, I am BEAT.
And did I mention I overstepped the character limit? I had more than twenty thousand characters in that post. I had to shorten to many things to actually be able to post it. My dear Lord above. That was INSANE.
BUT.
Here I am after all. All safe and sound and ready for action~. Heya guuuuuuuuuuuuys~! Hey Soaring, hey Yuki, hey Blacky, hey Tangle, hey everyone~!
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Accepted! A thousand times accepted XD
Good to have you on board Blue! ;3
Epic app as always~ You never stop amazing me. Gah it's so awesome. Stupid character limits on fh. The awesomeness that is Dames is being denied. XD
I shall add him to the list and in a bit I think we can start roleplaying.
Any ideas as to wear to start? The forest, the city? I have some ideas for the city but I want you guys to be included as much as possible.
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'Ello Blue! 'Ello Blacki! 'Ello Kasai! What a pleasure to meet you, Yuki :'D!
Well, seeing as how war is about to boil over.. Why not start off in the morning as to where the Hatter is having a meeting the Library?
I'll have Cricket's complete form soon but late, sadly.
(I see this is a sausage fest.)
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(Well, Hello Yuki, Hello Soaring, Hello Blue, Hello Tangle, and hello Kasai ouo)
(I've had thoughts on starting out in the city as well, and I like Soaring's idea; a meeting held by the Hatter seems like a good way to get this roleplay started~)
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[Hi everyone! =) I'm not opposed to a meeting. But my only question is: who would be coming to this meeting? Just anyone opposed to the King? The only ones in the Hatter squad are the Hatter and Nikolai and Nikolai is kind of in hiding.
What were the ideas for the city, Tangle? I'm not really opposed to anything ^^]
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EDIT:
This post originally stank up with nonsense. My apologies to everyone that had to read it.
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(I like the idea of the meeting. I was thinking mainly Hatter Squad and Children of Ikar meeting up. But I don't want to leave anyone out. Which would really be Blacki's characters and Soaring's. I mean, they could be an exception, brought in with Ikar and Frida.
My idea was to have a few confrontations with some drug cartels of Red Hearts, causing some commotion in the safe-zone. A bit of spider problems too lol. We could always merge the ideas as well. Oh wait, we could actually bring in Tucker, Glen, and Erin in that way. I can incorporate Ikar and Frida to have them bring the two in if you'd like. Yeah, I think that could work.
I think maybe we'll settle on the library because I have a starting post I've got coming along and it's sort of leaning towards the whole library idea. Got an few tricks up my sleeve with some things that could go on in there if we'd like. I know at the moment we don't have any enemy characters but we can still discuss a few things. Mainly what I had in the whole 'current plot' thing which was to give a setting.
Edit: Aaaw Soar. XD I got a few ideas from what you said so it's okay lol. )
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(That seems like a good idea to me!
Every character would be attending the meeting, and we'd be all dragged into there in a somewhat realistic way.
Anyway, I'm hoping we can start soon ;a;. I've literally been hopping around my house in excitement and anticipation xDD. I need to join more of your roleplays, Tangle ;3;.
--/Really has nothing to suggest or say now, derpderpderp))
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It would be a very interesting idea indeed, having everyone get together. And especially if we can manage to incorporate a spider or two then a certain someone's fear might become quite a bit too obvious. But my main concern is to get Damien and Nikolai together again, so yeah. My twin-brother-love feels are just forcing me to. Nevermind this penguin.
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''Hm? What is it friend?''Aerandir,an elf asked a squirrel. He was on his way back from adventure and noticed little one staring at him. Golden locks carried by wind,it felt nice. Just then his sensitive,elvish ears picked up voices. He went closer to hear better. ''A meeting? Iker and Hatter? Looks like I got some valuable information.'' Elf disappeared out of sight and secretly headed towards city. Squirrel followed him for a bit before leaving. Journal in bag,with pen sticking out. ''If what I heard is true,then it is something worth seeing.''He thought and walked along forest. All sorts of animal noises were heard around. Personally he enjoyed them. They put his mind at ease that there are still traces of nature left in this world. His feet making almost no sound. ''Greetings friends.''Aer greeted the animals along his way. Green orbs spotting familiar tiger. Aer walked over and slightly bowed. ''Kormamin lindua ka'elja''Elf greeted and straightened again. ''May I accompany you,Great Ikar?''
(SHORT IK)
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The City was too quiet. Damien didn't know why he was so sure, but the City was too quiet for it's own good. He'd heard stories about it. A lot of stories. Real reports from it too. The chaos between the four houses, the drug dealing, the recent outsider trafficking. By all means, it should've made a place like this be the epitome of nocturnal life. So why was no one out on the platforms during such an uncannily beautiful sunset? That he had no idea about. What he did know, though, that he was bloody hungry and tired. Mostly hungry. But he couldn't afford himself stay on the ledges these people call "streets" here. He isn't exactly in a low level. Because he'd asked around. Being a cougar has it's privileges when people you're talking to fear that you'll eat them if they oppose. The Great Library. That's where he needs to go, that's where he IS going. He could hide himself away and spend the night there, no one would have any idea he'd ever been there at all. Besides, there seems to have been rumors going around the right(or wrong) areas of the City, rumors of a supposed meeting between the Hatter Squad and Children of Ikar. Damien Parker did affiliate himself with the age-old tiger. So he felt that he had a justified reason to actually head to the only place in this wretched City where he might actually feel at home.
Brown-honey eyes gazed ahead with their unreadable stare as the Animagus padded forth, rough pawpads making absolutely no noise against the stone-cold material of the pathway. From a first glance it could seem that the cougar was very angry and in a hurry to kill something. But if you would look closer, you would see the matted state of the short, light-coffee colored fur. You would see the sluggish way the large cat moved his strong legs, you would see how faintly the long tail swished behind him, you would see the lowered ears and bowed head. And if you'd take a closer look, you would see exhausted and hungry eyes half-hidden by creamy lids, you would see shoulders sharper than they should be. Damien Parker was so very tired and so hungry. Again. Not the first time in three years. But this is the first time he's been hungry in a city, so that's always a first. He huffed out a weak, near inaudible chuckle at that thought. At least he still had a sense of humor.
His absent-minded musings drew to a halt as he sensed more than saw himself approach the location which supposedly, if the instructions he was given were true, was supposed to be the Library. Damien had gotten lucky to stumble upon someone who actually had been in the place. It was well-hidden, very well in fact, and he would've wandered around for days had luck really not smiled down upon him. Maybe things aren't so bad after all. So, with that hope in mind, Damien heaved out a heavy breath and padded over to the rather large-looking door, head lifted high to let himself regard it better. He reared up on his hind legs, something he hadn't done more than once or twice ever since he actually became an Animagus, and sort of scratch-knocked out a code he was told he'd need to perform to actually be let in. The man who'd given him instructions had become rather kind upon mention that Damien was Ikar's supporter. Let's just hope the kindness wasn't faked.
As the window slot on the door slid open with a short "whoosh", Damien suppressed a sigh of relief, maintaining a neutral expression on his feline face as an aged man stared at him through the opening. "I have come to retrieve a book I am due to receive." Lying isn't exactly what he does often, but it's no problem for him to do it when it is required. "It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills, and empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, ends life, kills laughter. What is it?" Husky, age-marred voice drifted through the window in the door, and it took Damien's tired mind a couple seconds to register that this must certainly be a password to know that he wasn't your typical shady bloke. And then it took a fraction of a second more to figure out the answer. Sleepy or not, he hadn't once been called Damien the Bookworm for nothing. "It's the dark." He answered without hesitation, and stifled a relieved smile as the little window slid shut and the door was opened. He let himself fall back on all fours as the path before him was cleared, and he padded inside, sneaking a short glance at the doorkeeper and giving a curt nod of thanks to the man before he sauntered ahead.
Making sure that he was out of the doorman's eyesight, Damien let his feline reflexes work again, sneaking through the more shadowy rows of bookshelves, some strangely half-empty while some were overstuffed with books. He noted quite a few spiderwebs with that annoyingly familiar sense of alarm, and made a mental note to stay away from the topsides of the bookshelves themselves. The puma gazed ahead, his gait slow and especially cautious as he seemed to approach the central area of the Library. And by everything that's holy and saint is this place a mess. Books literally filled the whole room, to a point where one would need to walk on them- and that's what people did! Cause there were people there, he did see that. And he didn't really want to get noticed. At least if there's no reason to be noticed. So Damien devised the only logical plan he could figure out. He snuck upstairs. Kept low and tight against the further rails, walking with utmost caution and care, sending a mute thanks up to whatever deity there is for the feline pawpads. Perfect for sneaking, made for stealth. Okay, enough side-tracking. Now what's really going on down there? He made sure that he was carefully hidden behind one of the support beams connecting the ceiling with the railing on the ledge he was on before he reared up on his haunches again, pressing himself against the light marble. Partially because of a wave of hunger-induced dizziness and light nausea, partially because of exhaustion, partially because the material feels relaxingly cool against his body and partially because it would help himself stay hidden. He peeked behind the marble beam, chocholate-honey eyes gazing down at the people he could see down there. Not that many. But too many for his liking... Though something felt weird. Familiar. Like he had a much better reason to be here than sleep or the rumored meeting. Maybe... Just maybe...
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☕Hatter Maddigan ☕
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Hatter was in his usual spot: in the middle of a stack of books. The books in The Great Library towered so high that they made perfect hiding places and tunnels. Brown eyes fixated on the ceiling of his hiding place, the madman realized he must be lying on the ground. Yes, that would make sense. After all, one typically wasn't facing the ceiling. He smiled at the mad thought, giggling a little to himself. With the busyness of The Great Library, the Mad Hatter had to get away for a few minutes. But what was time, really? After all, everyone was always late, so what was the point of keeping time if no one else was keeping it? A pocket watch was retrieved from the man's pocket as he held it up in the air to look at it. He should have been speaking by now, but he received no word of the tiger and the fox arriving, so he closed the device and put it away once more.
Madness began to creep into Hatter's brain, irritating him. It wasn't the good kind of madness. It was the maddening kind of madness, that he disliked. Taking a deep breath, the madman sat up, trying to distract himself from the thoughts that made him do things he didn't want to do. He squeezed his eyes shut. /Not now. Any time but now,/ he begged his mind, standing up carefully. He opened his eyes and emerged from the tower of books through a small opening, startling a few of the new people to the Library. He heard the Dormouse addressing him, but didn't register what she was saying, his head aching and his throat burning for a drop of tea. Eventually the high-pitch voice of his companion faded away as she realized that he wasn't paying attention. They had been friends for so long that she recognized when he was going mad.
He felt several pairs of eyes on him as he went upstairs to a clearer area, where he kept his tea set. He reached a room that was clear except for a few chairs, a table, a tea set, and a heating device similar to a bunsen burner. Turning on the device, Hatter set the teapot over it and prepared a cup of tea for himself. Hatter stared at the teapot, his fingers tapping on the desk in frustration, his mind asking him unanswerable riddles and telling him what will go wrong at this meeting. The pot finally whistled and his hand sprang for the handle, pouring the hot water into the cup with shaky hands, nearly scalding himself. Setting the teapot hastily on the desk, he drank the soothing beverage quickly. He hurt his throat a little, but the relaxing effect it had made him forget the pain. His worrying thoughts drifted away and he noticed his mouse friend looking up at him with an annoyed look. "You forgot about your tea again, didn't you?" Hatter held onto the still warm, but now empty, cup and looked away from his friend. "'Course you did. Anyway, what I was trying to tell you was that Nicolai is back," she told him.
Hatter lifted his eyes from his cup to her, his eyebrows shooting up. The corners of his mouth tilted up a little. "Is he really?" A large smile broke out on his face and he laughed, pointing at the mouse accusingly as he stood up. "I swear if your lying to me, no tea for a month," he laughed, obviously ecstatic that his friend that was like a son to him finally came back. He was constantly worried about Nick. He was a good kid and Hatter couldn't help but feel sorry for him, always offering to take him in. When Nicolai disappeared, Hatter had to drink five cups of tea in a row to calm the thoughts that screamed that Nick had been killed- that he was definitely dead. He distracted himself with so many things when he realized he couldn't find Nicolai. Now that Nicolai was back in The Great Library, there was only one thing left to do, "I have to convince him to stay."
The mouse sighed. "Hatter, it's really up to him."
The madman wasn't listening though, knowing he had to make Nick stay for his own good and for the madman's own sanity. Running from the room, Hatter went downstairs and weaved through the book towers and the people, looking around for Nikolai. With so many people approaching him to say hi or asking him about the meeting, Hatter was having a bit of trouble looking for Nick.
EDIT: [Just for the record, I'm combining the Mad Hatter versions I know: Primarily the Tim Burton one, the SYFY Alice one, and then my own ideas of the character.]
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"Wake me up inside!
Before I come undone
Save me...
Save me from the nothing I've become..."
First name: Digger
Middlename: Teeth
Surname: Starr
Nickname: Digg. Angry Boy.
Age: 2 years
Gender: Male
Race: Faowind Animal
Class: "I don't have a class, but I guard the king, does that count?" (If I may.)
Personality:
? Friendly and Aggressive
Digger is rarely nice to any sort of animal, but can be quite nice to humans, due to his past. His aggressive side is large, and he isn't afraid to attack any sort of animal. Digger although being quite friendly to humans, has a mean side but he would not ever bite a king.
?Flirty
Digger can be quite flirty to a beautiful German Shepherd. But once he gets you, he will be amazingly over protective. He knows how to win you over. Digger was raised to believe that he must only be mates with a German Shepherd, because his whole family has had a pure line of German Shepherds.
? Confidence & Smartness
Digger has full confidence in himself, and always thinks he's right, no matter the situation. He is rather smart, knowing his share of things. Digger can be quite dumb at times though, and sometimes says and then thinks, sometimes he doesn't mean what he says, that is good when he says something mean, but it is bad when he says a good thing.
? Bubbly & Playful
Digger can be quite playful, but he mainly focuses on one toy. A green tennis ball always brings out the pup in him. Any other toy, he doesn't really bother with, because he finds them quite boring. Its just the Tennis Ball, that gets him going. He is not that bubbly, so he can be very calm at times.
? Bold & Protective
Digger is very bold, and will take on any challenge that comes before his leathery nose. He would go through the darkest cave, and fight the strongest animal, just to have a play with his ball. Digger is a very protective fella, especially as his class is a guard dog. But with dogs, he doesn't mind what they do with themselves.
? Submissive & Argumentativeness
Digger rarely shows Submission, but he will if the king is scolding him for something, or he is close to death. Digger likes to argue, it just seems fun to him.He will mostly win a argument.
Likes:
? Long Walks On The Beach.
He loves walking on the beach, well runs on the beach. He likes getting into the water and messing about, and he loves how the sand sinks. Digger forgets about everything while on the beach, he just goes wild, and has fun. Like any dog would do, run, play and have fun!
? His Green Tennis Ball, That He Loves To Play With.
Digger's Tennis Ball, is very precious to him, he has had it since he was a little German Shepherd pup. He likes how it rolls on the ground, and how sometimes it bounces, making it harder to catch. He doesn't really like other toys though. He thinks its a great way to waste energy while on a hype.
? Obviously, The King.
Due to protecting the king, he is loyal, and always doing his job. Most people hate the king, but he doesn't know why, who doesn't love the person who rules the place?
Dislikes:
? Getting told of by the king.
Being very loyal to the king, he doesn't like it when he gets scolded, because he thinks he's done it all wrong, and it will scare him forever, and he's the worst guard dog in the world. Sometimes, he flops his ears down, and just sulks for a long portion of the day, sometimes he just tries to accept it.
? Toys, that is not his Tennis Ball.
For some random reason, he doesn't like any other toy except from his ball. He did like the Tug Of War toy for a bit, but then it got a bit boring, as he almost always won, with his ball you can't win. He never really liked any other toy, just that one toy, weird huh?
? Not doing his job.
His energy level goes high when he's not doing his job, and he normally makes havoc when he's not doing something he loves. Doing his job is fun, and he likes being on alert 24/7, because it gives him something to pass the time with. Not doing his job is boring to him, and it will always be like that, until someone gives him something to do in the mean time!
History: Digger's Mother, a Pure bred German Shepherd named Misty, by her own mother, gave birth to 5 healthy puppies, in the deep forest. Digger, Chocolate, Haley, Mark, and Billy were the 5 pups, plump and healthy. Digger's dad normally hunted for the family, but stayed by Misty's side in the first day of life for the pups.
Digger was 2 and a half months, when he first ventured outside, he wondered off to far, followed by his sister Chocolate. Chocolate decided to go back, Digger called her a puss, and walked on. A villager came cautiously, as Digger was very aggressive. The villager took him to the King, and he was trained to be a Guard dog.
2 months later, he became the perfect guard, with a powerful force bite. He became very loyal to the king, and obeyed every word. He still wonders about his family, and if they are okay. Every night he sneaked out of the kingdom and headed to the forest, but he had forgotten where the den was, so he has had no luck finding his family.
Months with no luck, but he still looks every night. He still remains loyal to the king, unless somebody gives him a good reason to turn on him. But that's unlikely!
Other Information: For Faowind!
Where does your loyalty lie?: Digger's loyalty remains certain to the king, and nothing could change his mind except from a good reason. Due to his job, if he was to turn on the king, he would have a good chance of hurting him, but he is extremely loyal to the king. Never to hurt him...
Faceclaim: A random German Shepherd? xD
I bet this is tiny compared to others -_-.
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(Derpderp, NotmuchforTuckandGlen;A;. /Was braindead a little)
The rather strange figure really could not help but stand out a bit in this gloomy city. A black and white cat with blazing olive-green eyes that dug into your coat and sat perched atop your shoulders was probably not the latest and most popular fashion trend, especially in this dump. However, he appeared to be either incapable of realising that a man outside at six in the morning, when the dew was still clinging to whatever it could get a hold of with a cat on his shoulders was not normal, or he was entirely content on the idea of acting as normal and cat-free as possible. Slumped up against what he thought to be a building in a 'safe-zone' (as people have mentioned), Mister Tuck Friar appeared to be acting like some sort of regular in the gloomy city of stone, despite the fact that he had little knowledge (if any at all) of how things worked here, and why there were people out and about in six in the afternoon, which was a time he originally expected to be free of any living thing other than he and Glen Ballard, who was the cat slowly falling asleep on his shoulders. As usual, his assumption was terribly wrong.
"Glen Ballard, are you still awake?" "Tucker" (as his nickname was) questioned the cat, turning his head towards the feline's own and gently scratching him under his chin. As usual, he adressed the feline as his 'proper name'- as Tucker had titled it. Glen Ballard was not fond of being called "Glen", no on exactly knew why, but it ticked the arrogant little furball off in such a manner that he appeared to be grumpy for the rest of the day, and occasionaly for the entire night. The feline, however; did not reply to his question, and instead nuzzled against the collar of his jacket, which had done an exceptionally well job of keeping him warm.
"Of course not," Tucker thought, turning away from the currently unresponsive feline, who was obviously awake. Cats, for some reason, appeared to be the lightest sleepers on earth, as they would awaken in alarm at the sound of mere footsteps nearing them, which was probably a disadvantage for creatures that enjoyed sleeping as much as possible. Instead, the man continued to lazily tap his foot against the ground, almost as if he was a very impatient child awaiting the return for his parents. Occasionaly, the sound of fingers drumming against rock would join in with the heavy thumping of rather cheap-looking musty brown boots. However, he did not dare to fade away into a day dream of some sort. From what he had heard, there were four houses in this area, which was entirely believable, considering the fact that a certain asshat of a king was slowly corrupting poor Faowind, and taking the books with it. However, there was also another thing mentioned within the rumours. Drug-Dealing, which Tucker Friar found to be simply absurd. The worst part about this rumour, which may or may not be true, was that now he would have to extra-catious about. . well, everyone in the area. The gloomy stone-city appeared to be one that was simply ruthless in every way possible, which of course meant that new-coming outsiders were to be cautious. Of course the four houses also exposed a threat, seeing that not every place in the city was 'safe'-- which was probably why specific parts had been nicknamed 'safe zones'.
Snapping out of the rather complex line of thoughts about the city and what went on in there, Tuck turned his attention back to Glen Ballard, who, at the moment, was still fake-sleeping on his shoulders. A ridiculously fluffy tail occasionally twitching in his false sleep, green eyes barely visable under eyelids that allowed the cat to see what was going on ever so slightly. And, as usual; thorn-like claws digging into Tuck's old jacket. The jacket's out-layer was already terribly worn out and covered in deep and light scratch marks and holes, thanks to Glen Ballard's rather rough claws, which he had somehow grown accustomed to, despite the fact they were terribly sharp, and more than capable of hurting him.
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"Now I'm awake," the cat finnaly meowed in reply to Tuck's question, strange coloured white claws digging into the man's jacket, as usual. He had not wanted to interupt Tucker's deep pondering, or his little 'tapping song' that he had performed with only his feet, fingers, and the stone city he appeared to be so very wary about. Glen Ballard let out a quick irritated huff as he examined the street a bit more closely. It was so utterly boring; made of stone with not a tint of another colour other than those that were shades of grey, white, and black. Several cracks ran through the street, which was another flaw the cat spotted easily. He would most likely go on to blabber about the cracks and weither or not they made a strange design to Mr. Friar later, but not now. The cat was far more interested in spotting anything out of the ordinary than blabbering about things people could care less about at the moment. For the feline had a sort of feline that something that was to be somewhat important was going to unfold soon enough, when it would? Probably whenever the person that was to play a roll in this arrive. It was sad, though; as he and Mr. Friar would most likely be mere spectators watching in an interested manner from the distance. Incapable of joining in the important event.
"Is there any food in this stupid dump?" Glen Ballard questioned, removing an unseathed paw full of claws from Tucker's shoulder for a moment, giving it a quick washing with a pink, raspy tongue. Of course, Tucker replied with a quick "No, not really," and that was that. Such an answer had been expected though, since this place was quite litteraly a "stupid dump"- as Glen Ballard had called it.
"What do you think of the cracks in the street?" The feline broke the short silence that had once hung awkwardly in the air once more, tail twitching in annoyance as Tuck replied with another "Nothing". Of course, Glen Ballard ignored Friar's little interest in the cracks, and as usual, he went on to blabber about the strange little things that appeared to come up so often. "They seem to tear up the ground so badly, it would be much better if it was all entirely flat. That's the problem with this place; too much bumps and too much cracks to step in and trip over. Don't you agree? Tucker barely even had a moment to reply to the feline's constant blabbering. "Of course you do! Anyone would; cracks may look nice from a distance but they are quite nasy when your tripping all over them and bruising yourself up!"
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((Finished My App.))
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(Your's is a lovely size Husky. And finally~ An enemy -evil laughter- XD
I shall add you to the list and you can jump right in to the rp.
Also, to be on technical terms since your a guard for the king that would be considered a part of the Ches Army but I see that it might have caused confusion. but it's okay.)
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((Okay thanks, now I have to read all of the rp posts! xD I will edit this into a rp post.))
Digger Starr
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Wake me up
Before I come undone!
Save me
Save me from the nothing I've become..
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Digger pointed his nose to the ground, and breathed in, making snuffly noises. His paws delicately touched the ground as he ventured forwards, flicking his fluffy tail. "Sooo borreed." He sang to himself, plopping himself on the earthy, forest floor. The leaves whistled above him, and the birds flew by, Digger was tempted to jump up and grab one of them, but he would rather not. Who cares about those feathery fridge magnets. He grumbled to himself, and lay his head on the small, lush strands of grass. Digger had spent most of his break looking for his parents, no luck still, but he had found a limp rabbit on the floor, and it had been chomped on. With a humph, he closed his brown, teddy bear eyes, and accidently fell asleep.
Minutes later, Digger forced his eyes open. Crap! How long did I fall asleep for! He thought to himself, his eyes wide open, twisting his head from side to side. Lets go see the king... He thought, and pushed himself up to his four paws. Digger headed to the Labyrinthe, (or however you spell it) to see if his break had ended. His fast walk soon turned into a run, his legs stretching over the grassy terrain, his stomach heaving in and out.
He reached the starting point, and sighed, it normally took him half a hour, running to get to the Kings Place. He breathed in a huge amount of air, and started to weave through the walls, going the correct way every step. Left, no right.. Agh I don't know my left and rights.. He thought, but he still knew the way, he could scent where people who knew the way have been. He jumped over a trap with ease. Maybe I can beat my record.
20 Minutes Later. Digger panted, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He had finally reached the King's Castle. The human Guards let him in, and his claws loudly clipped on the stone floor. He put his leathery nose to the ground, and tried to sniff out where the king was. Nerves ran through his body, if he was late he would probably get a scold. Finally, he got a good scent of the king, and started to stroll to his location. Even though he was acting calm, his body was shrivelling with nervousness. What if he takes my toy away! He thought with horror, and gulped... If the king took his ball away, he would probably explode inside, and his heart would break. He breathed in and out heavily, and reached the room where the king was. "King?" He gulped.
((I'm not entirely sure where the King actually is, but hopefully some roleplays him.))
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☕Hatter Maddigan ☕
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Hatter raised his hand up to his forehead, closing his eyes briefly as he was getting mildly annoyed with everyone around him. There was just too many people and too much noise for him to focus on anything. It was then he was hugged unexpectedly. Opening his eyes in confusion, he smiled as he recognized who it was. "Oi, Niko! Long time no see,"he said, returning the hug. He pulled back a little, his brown eyes looking into Nikolai's as he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. It looked worn out, the folds wearing thin from being opened and closed so many times. Unfolding it, Hatter revealed it to be the sloppy script of Niko. It was his departure letter. The smile had disappeared from Hatter's face as he looked from the letter to Nikolai. "Can ya at least tell me where ya plan on goin' next time you just disappear like tha'," he asked, smiling to try and mask the pain in his voice. "Whethe' you wan' me to or not, I worry about you."
His eyes tore away from his friend as he pulled out his pocket watch. Flipping it open, he sighed a little. Looking back to Nikolai, he motioned his head towards the little pocket watch. "I was supposed ta start speakin' fifteen minutes ago, but it looks like Ikar and Frida 'aven't shown yet." Shrugging a little as he dismissed their lateness, the Mad Hatter played with the pocket watch, a string attached to it to make it a toy, similar to a yo-yo. His eyes returned to Nikolai as he continued to play with the watch. "So, what 'ave you been up to since I last saw ya?" Hatter began to wander over to a staircase of books. Before sitting down, he gave Niko a large smile. "Oi, and have you figured out why a raven is like a writing desk?" The slightly insane smile was a natural one for Hatter and the odd question established a sense of normalcy to their relationship again. Hatter than carefully reclined on the staircase of books, leaving enough room for Niko to sit beside him if he wanted.
[Added a bit more of a cockney accent. If anyone doesn't understand what he's saying, let me know and I'll translate XD
@Tangle- Please tell me you meant "insect paradise" in Frida's part. XD!]
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(Omg yes I did XD -runs off to fix that-)
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''You look well,Great Ikar. Your fur as glorious as always.'' Elf said in his calm voice. He was never the type to talk loudly or to panic. It was a while since he was in the city as he thought he will join Ikar on way to library. Very few books were in there that Aerandir didn't read. But as he liked to say 'Every book,new world.' ''It was a while since I was here. Land I came from is full of mysteries. Luckily I wrote everything down into my journal.''
His sensitive ears once more picked up voices. Green eyes turning towards the two. Tucker and Glen Ballard. ''Greetings,Tucker and Glen Ballard.''How did he know the two? Well...Those two are famous here. What was left is to head to city. ''Great Iker,we should hurry or we will be late.''Aerandir warned the tiger God. From what he heard this meeting was important. Being late would be unacceptable. Just then he felt a pair of small paws on his shoulder. It was the same squirrel from before. Aer petted it and gave it an acorn,on which it happily chewed.
(Why brain? Why? Why make posts short?)
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DAMIEN
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Truth be told, Damien didn't know why he'd been so nervous. Unwilling to be seen. He blamed it on hunger and fatigue, disorienting him. He hadn't taken a proper look around. The clattered library was full with people. So many animals and humans alike, in groups or by themselves, thin and medium. Never thick. This library is like a sanctuary to those who've gotten the short end of the stick. Starving still, but grateful for the roof above their heads, the company of other kindred spirits. And he could relate to them, in a way. Sometimes it's better if you just got someplace to stay and people to talk. At least you wouldn't die alone on the streets. A sigh made the Animagus' body heave, a sort of bittersweet smile blooming on his face. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad if he could bunk down in here, if only for a while.
Edging closer to the marble railings, Damien set his front paws onto the cool material and peered down at the cluster of books and people down there. He hadn't noticed any of the elves and fairies before, that's for sure. A sort of relief swelled within him at seeing a scarce face or two he actually knew and remembered from when he was back at Ikar's encampment. So the meeting WILL be happening. Which means Ikar himself is on the way. And Frida. Ah, he'd like to meet her again. They had a talk or two back when he was recovering. He likes her, that sneaky vixen. He's looking forward to the meeting now. Well, he figured a bit more observing won't do any harm, and then he might as well go down and make himself a part of the crowd. His darker chocholate-honey eyes moved their gaze from face to face, being to being, looking but not really seeing. Though a larger group drew his attention, animals and humans alike sticking close to someone- who?
Damien leaned forward, head positioned a bit past the marble railings, paws supporting him as his squinting eyes gazed into the center of the crowd. He could discern a couple faces which didn't spike any interest within him, and then there were two people together. He noted one of them was wearing a fedora-type of hat. In fact, he seemed to be the only one in the room with a hat. Logic told him that this must be the infamous Hatter he's heard about. A sort of smile made his feline lips curl up a bit before his gaze focused onto the other man- and he could've sworn time stopped at that very moment. He saw the splitting image of himself, in clothing so much different than he remembered. The same wild brown hair, the same dark chocholate eyes. For a moment, the most irrational part of is mind thought that he was staring at a very, very distant mirror image of himself who has different clothes than he does. But then it was like he was doused in boiling hot water.
Nikolai.
He's finally found Nikolai.
He felt his legs move almost on their own accord, guiding himself forward as he sprinted towards the staircase he'd went up on, skipping many a step as he descended. His hunger and fatigue was forgotten, most of everything he'd thought before was pushed aside in the further reaches of his mind, and he barely avoided loosing his footing, smashing side-first into a massive, thankfully sturdy, stack of books was his paws slipped on the smooth floor of the Great Library, unsheathed claws scritch-scratching in attempts to let him regain his footing properly. The only remotely-rational part of his mind he had at the moment screeched at him for being such an idiot, because he's rather sure the feeling of something warm and sticky matting his fur in a painstakingly slow pace wasn't imagined. Well yes, he might have torn open a wound again with a book(judging by that bloody throbbing), but it WASN'T important now.
Damien's heart beat in his ears as he sprinted forward, almost literally leaping up the cluster of books which pretty much made up the floor of the Library in this section, and barely avoided causing a light avalanche as he skid to a stop. And oh what a stop it was. It seems like the closer he'd gotten the more urgent he'd become, and his concentration had failed completely. He'd changed back into human form on the moment he stopped that running of his, sort of balancing on unsteady feet, clad in a raggedy, dark brown pinstripe suit with a roughened-up, lighter-brown trenchcoat above it. The clothes he'd worn when he left on that day three years ago. He didn't really give a damn about how he looked right now, nor did he care about how he most certainly spooked those who paid attention. A small part of his mind sort of crowed in this smug way that it's obviously not every day that they get to see an Animagus, but that thought was instantly shushed.
He just stared. He stood there, completely still, poised as if to run and as if to relax, arms raised at his sides, a dark, red-tinged spot slowly blooming on the right side of his suit jacket, but he didn't give a single damn about it. He just stayed motionless, chest barely lifting in time with his breaths, lips parted in a sort of gasp-like way, dark-coffee eyes wide with a mixture of emotions, most profound one being disbelief. And then there was a "please let it be true" written all over him, pretty much. His mind tried to force himself to speak, tried to make his vocal chords and mouth obey him, tried to formulate words to say- but he realized with hopeless despair that during three years of traveling he never stopped to think just what he'd say to his twin if he'd actually found him. His sibling, his brother, his twin, his other half, the one who knew him better than he sometimes knew himself, the one who he'd abandoned without even stopping to realize it, the one who his own brother wronged so much without even properly doing anything. Damien has finally found Nikolai, and he's never felt so afraid. Not even during that incident in the Labyrinth so many years ago. He's frightened, really. Because here he is, standing just mere feet away from the brother he hasn't seen for eight years, and he's realized that he'll be so very, extremely lucky if Nikolai won't take a book to his head right there, right now, in front of all these people. The guilt never really did feel so smothering as it was at this very moment.
((And there we go. God, I made it so dramatic at the end. I'm helpless.))
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Ember sparks from the crackling flames of the campsite soothed the thinker’s thoughts for the moment as oddly enough, the licking flames that danced about out in the air entranced her. The blaze of the flame was akin to her hair color, rather distinctive in the dull colored scenery as the sun was settling across the land and thus, dusk was shortly arriving, and the flame was possibly the only source of light that Erin had reach of. The locks of orange hair fell and curled about near her neck as still intrigued by the flames, she leaned forward with her crossed arms resting about on her knees and her concentration on all the flames. Her hunting cap soon fell over her blue yes and thus concealed her vision of the scenery but all she could she wasn’t black but the soft cotton and white interior of the inner cap. The stinging of her fingers came more to life as she gripped onto the hanging ends of her hat and pulled the hat more further, hearing a soft memory creaking into mind. ‘Hush now, quiet now…’ A soft voice was humming in such a placid manner.
A blurred figure of a man, shaggy blonde hair, too tall for his own clothes. All that was remaining was a fresh patch of blood droplets dripping from the sides of his head with a blank stare and a hopeless smile. He had Erin scooped up and tightly secured in his arms while still repeating the same verse over and over again with bright eyes losing their light, the shine that kept him going throughout the troubled times. The little girl pressed her pale hand against his cheek but seeing as the blood ran through; her hand soon became stained with the man’s own blood as he leaned over and buried his head right into the girl’s shoulder. “Hurry up! There are must bound to be others nearby!” Foreign voices echoed somewhere nearby the man and small child but all that the girl could see was a darken sky with several headlights shining outward into the sky and revealed several clouds of smoke. At most, the man didn’t speak louder than a mouse but there was warm tears flushing out from his eyes and he did not make a sound. The little one latched her arms around the man’s neck and held him tightly as soon, he stopped singing and the stomping of boots were nearing. “I promise you’d be safe,” a soft voice with a hint of an Irish accent leaked out but who spoke it wasn’t something that the present Erin would ever figure out.
All that seemed noticeable of the scene and the relatively of the present situation was how she in the past pointed upward towards the sky and noted the warm orange color in the night sky and the man looked upward as well. Her grip around the man’s neck tightened and he pressed his chin near her forehead and was muttering a prayer under his breath. The steps stopped and the man curled his entire chest over the child as she heard the clicking of a gun.
There was a sudden warmness overcoming her face as she felt something dripping downward, a tear? Not quite, just more of sweat and the sudden heat coming to her face of a miniature shock she partook after having the flashback. The girl pulled the hunter cap over her face again and took deep breaths to calm her nerves as she softly pressed her foot against the ground to ease her twitching. These occurrences were normal when she was alone and didn’t actually have “Julian” about with her and as squeezing him would relieve the stress that she faced with. That accursed fox took it away from her and now, just sitting there and contemplating over the past would only work her up in so many ways but she wouldn’t cry, just heat up and sweat in nervousness. Disapproving of such childish acts, she pushed the cap back upward and allowed her sight to view the flame again as she tugged on one of her curls without noticing it much. A bad habit at most. Erin wrinkled her nose to find herself coming soon with a visitor, a small footed one., as the soft trots of the vixen came apparent even if she was possibly far back or walking slowly. Her ears could practically pick up on anything. She had to if she were to survive in the human world.
The rustling of the bushes noted that in fact, she indeed wasn’t alone as she proposed herself upward and glanced over to the dagger without a second thought, knowing that she is armed if anything out of the blue decided to strike her. The large ears of Frida was a welcoming sight for her, for the most part, as the little vixen trotted herself was slowly emerging out of the leafs slowly and rather formally but there was a small hop with each step. Hyperactivity seemed to be a highlight in the fox’s personality. As the vixen was making herself comfortable and settling herself near the campfire, Erin leaned over towards the side to get both a dagger and a honey comb but her eyes were still on the patch of orange fur named Frida. Yes, this was the acclaimed misfit that dragged her over to this odd world that she didn’t even know the name of but she certainly knew there were familiar characteristics of this world and her own world. The female proceeded to stand up while slowing sawing the dagger’s blade into the honey comb and she slowly paced herself in the fox’s direction who was already seated down and keeping a rather close eye on her but in a friendly fashion. As the honeycomb finally had several of the spurs breaking out, allowing the honey to be edible or drinkable, Erin settled herself down by Frida down onto on knee and settled down the honeycomb for her. The dagger, now covered with honey, was practically was drawing her senses crazy for the most part as the usual Erin would’ve transformed into her other form to devour the honeycomb and wiggle her tail.
I thought lost you for a second,” was at first how Frida sparked up the conversation with the human’s back turned towards her as she was taking her time to go back to the cello case and place the dagger away. She glanced over her shoulder with the neutral expression seeing as how the animal companion did indeed lose her but it was in act due to Erin’s own stubbornness. The fox had tried to draw her nearer to a certain area that she refused to go towards as she didn’t have half the idea of where in God’s name she was! However, the fox was smiling joyfully and wagging her tail in a jubilant matter that Erin saw in many ways but couldn’t pinpoint it. Maybe it was teasing? Maybe it was excitement? Maybe it was due to her hyper nature? Friendly? Perhaps but then again, she did take Julian away from her and hadn’t even returned the plush cat. She deliberately shook her head at the statement but that wasn’t the proper thing to do but she resumed opening the case and setting aside the other honeycomb while trying to slide the blade under the cello and with that, her fixation was now belonging to her activity.
However, as the fox spoke again and this time, Erin was already lost in what she was speaking about in the second part as she cocked an eyebrow up in confusion as the fox talked her way off. “So... I was thinking, we get out of the forest, head back to meet Ikar.” As soon as she placed the dagger back into the second compartment she immediately pulled to the chalkboard, knowing that Frida mustn’t have known of her mute condition at all as most already assumed that Erin was the scarred from the trauma of the camps. She was just sick. Or at least, that was she had been told. The doctors prescribed her medication but these doctors were of those that she worked for that she guarded at times. The human soon grabbed the blue chalk and turned herself in a 180 degree turn to keep herself from avoiding the fox’s eye contact but she found that the fox warned her look onto the fire. It seemed that the gaze was stinging at the fire, trying to settle it out and quickly yet calmly, the human extended out one leg to stomp out the campfire, seeing as how she had a torch already set up in the tree. “I forgot to ask, what is your name sweetheart?” The vixen thus replied again towards Erin and she was immediately already writing out her answer onto the chalkboard with the blue chalk. It can be noted that she stuck out her tongue and swirled around certain capitalized letters.
“Out of the forest again? I am not easily swooned by that suggestion nevermore than the first time you’ve proposed it..”
“Who is Ikar? Another animal that speaks?”
“My name is Erin Hadden. Pleasure to meet you.”
The human was already flipping over the chalkboard and presenting it to the fox despite being on one knee and several feet away from her. The writing as squished together was yet still legible.
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DAMIEN
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For a moment he'd been hopeful. When Nikolai looked at him, actually looked at him, he'd thought that maybe, just maybe, things haven't been as bad as he dreaded. But reality gave him a proverbial slap in the face. Again. It's done that quite often in the last three years. Those sting all the same. Something within Damien's chest curled in on itself, cowering in the face of his twin brother's fury as the other spoke to him. I searched for you, he wanted to say. I searched for three years. I've found you now. God, that's so dull. Heck. Everything his mind spouted at him as potential-responses was so bloody DULL. He visibly attempted to form a response, almost succeeding to actually get something past his lips a couple times, only for everything to come right back inside and almost make him choke on air. He just stared at Nikolai with a desperate gaze, praying to every possible deity and idol for his eyes to be explanatory enough.
He begrudgingly greeted good old dismay once again when his non-verbal attempts at speaking failed(like most things lately). And that tiny, properly coherent part of his mind berated himself for his extremely sluggish senses, not having properly noticed his own twin's advance until he felt his body being forced to move by, apparently, Nikolai shaking him by the collar of that worn-out jacket of his. The first couple seconds during the movement were unchanging, but then sensation returned with full-force, and his balance failed. That, plus his brother yanking at his clothes, seemed to really shake some awareness into him. Too much awareness, Damien thought with deep irritation. Because no sooner had he regained control of his body that he found himself gripping onto his brother's arms, physically forcing his legs to keep him upright while he resisted the urge to curl in on himself as much as he possibly could. His side was on fire. Again. He had noted how those blasted books caught one of those scars, he just hadn't thought it would escalate so far. Now he was all too aware of that (unwillingly)familiar burning, all too aware of the fact that there was blood soaking into his clothing. Again. Oh, it hurt a lot, yes it did. Hurt more than he thought it would. Yes, he hadn't fully recovered when he left the Children, but he thought it wasn't THAT bad.
Damien let that rational corner of his mind ramble away. Let it do what it wanted to. He just stood there, teetering on the brink of loosing motor control, gripping onto his enraged twin brother's stronger arms like they were a lifeline and he was drowning. He was dully aware of the demands, demands for response, which Nikolai had screamed at him. He was a bit more aware of the fact that he was shaking like a leaf, that he was so horribly tired, that his stomach felt like it could force it's nonexistent contents back where they would've come from, and that he was such a daft bag of cats. "I'm sorry." He felt his mouth forming the words, he heard his tired voice, but it took him a couple seconds to process that he'd actually spoken. Huh. At least he hadn't suddenly gone mute. That was good. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm-" Hushed, strained murmurs sounded from his vocal chords like a mantra of a sort. Damien couldn't properly lift his bowed head, couldn't force himself to meet Nikolai's eyes, to have everything fired back at him for another sodding time. He just kept repeating those two words like they were the only ones in his (rather impressive)vocabulary, like he was a doll and they were the only strings keeping him from collapsing into a heap of limbs and clothes. His mind was so foggy right now, his head hurt horribly and his eyes were burning- oh, he'd wondered why his face felt wet. Well. Whatever. At least he had something to focus to. Kinda helped him ignore that blasted side of his, at least for a bit.
((Draaaaaamaaaaaa, oh my god. I'm sorry you guys. ButIgoin-depthofhowmycharactersarefeeling. I'mtryingtosoftenthis.))
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Firstname: Peter
Middlename: (none)
Surname: Pan
Nickname: "Pan" "King Peter"
Age: 52 years old in Human Time (52= a little older than 10 years old for an elf)
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Class: Adventurer and Thief (but if he likes you, he'll give back what he took)
Personality:
l Excitable l Blunt l Childish l Cocky l Outgoing l Curious l Fearless l
✧ Excitable
If you build up something enough, he'll likely get excited right along with you.
✧Blunt/Childish
Peter doesn't ease up when giving you his opinion. Like the child he is, he will bluntly say "That's stupid." or "That's awesome!"
✧Cocky
Peter is always right. Even when he's wrong, he's right. There is no use arguing with Peter because he will either prove himself right or he will end the conversation with a battle of "nu-uh" "yeah-huh"
✦Outgoing
Overly so. Peter Pan doesn't shy away from anyone and he isn't afraid of getting in anyone's personal space, even if he's not welcome.
✦Curious
Peter, as shown above, has his favorite question: "Why?" He's a loud mouth who will follow you around all day and ask you meaningless questions either because he's bored or because he wants to get under your skin.
✦Fearless
While he does have fears, Peter never shows fear on his face, constantly putting a brave face on.
Likes:
✓Stories
Peter loves a good story, especially if it's about him. He's not a fan of love stories and leans more towards adventures and action tales. Although he's not huge on books, he will read occasionally if extremely bored.
✓Games
Tag is among his favorites as well as hide and seek. Both games involve speed, something he has quite a lot of. Games are a go-to for him in times where he's scared. I spy is his least favorite, but it's what he'll play if he's ever trapped in one space.
✓Pranks
Specifically on the enemy or close friends. If on close friends, he doesn't try to startle them too much especially if they have a tendency to strike out at him. With enemies, anything is fair game.
✓Humans
Peter has always loved humans since he saw his first one. He always found them interesting and they seemed more open to playing his games than most of the elves he lived near. He's more fond of the kids his age than the adults since many of the adults forget what it's like to be a kid.
Dislikes:
✖Cussing
If you say a single swear word around Pan, be expected to be looked at with a sense of horror reserved for if you had killed someone.
✖Fun Suckers
Although he's living in dark times, Peter hates when people take away his fun and he makes it rather obvious that he hates it. It's one thing for someone to not want to play a game of tag. It's another thing to ban him from playing tag.
✖The King
Peter believes the king stole his friend Wendy and he is determined to find her. He also hates the King's personality (definitely a fun sucker).
History:
Peter was born in the Tree Spirit Colony. Through the seventeen years he spent there, he realized himself slowly become more and more annoyed with his fellow elves as time went on. He didn't realize why he was so annoyed with them until they shot down a human one day and called Peter over to help kill it. He then realized he couldn't. His friends were surprised at this. The fearless Peter Pan who cut off the hand of a pirate and fought numerous battles with the scurvy dogs couldn't kill a stupid human?
The young elf stood there, no fear on his face, only a look of sympathy for the poor human as one of his friends finished her off. The group then stood in front of Peter. A silence followed as the group stared at their fearless leader with confusion until he finally gave them a sad smile and turned away, running from the Children of Ikar for good. The adventurer had no problem with being a rogue, but he began to get lonely as he realized how may stories he had and no one to tell them to.
It was then he decided to go into the human world and bring back a friend for himself. Using the little magic he knew, he flew to the human world and found himself a friend named Wendy. He took her back to his world and the two became close friends, dodging King Rayth together and hiding from the Houses. When Peter was napping one day, he awoke to the sound of a struggle. Coming to his senses, he saw Wendy being kidnapped, her cries of "Peter" being muffled by the rag over her mouth. Peter was nearly captured trying to get her, but escaped his captors. He believes the king was behind this kidnapping. Well, who else could it be? He vowed with a cross my heart and hope to die promise that he would find Wendy and get her to safety.
After this awful event, Peter didn't want to risk anyone else getting kidnapped so he was about to return to the elves when he met the Hatter. The two had a love for odd things and got along quickly. While Pan sees Hatter as a big brother, Hatter sees Pan like he sees many of his followers, as his son. Pan has taken refuge under Hatter for many years, always offering to steal some food for the good of the group.
Other Information:
*Peter knows some magic that is primarily limited to flying though he is working on invisibility.
Where does your loyalty lie? Hatter Squad. Originating in the Children of Ikar, Pan left their group because of so many quarrels with his own race. Most of these fights were about humans. While most of the elves wanted them shot down, Peter had a love for humans that he wasn't willing to give up. He went rogue for a bit until he found the Hatter and joined his alliance against the king.
Faceclaim: Andrew Ducote AKA "Spieling Peter Pan"
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(Accepted! Peter's so adorable ;3
I shall add him to the list Kasai and you can begin rping with him ;3 Have fun~)
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(I'm going to edit this post and add a roleplay post in it tommorow~ Mondays tend to be rather busy for me, and it's already rather late ;3;)
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☕Hatter Maddigan ☕
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A b in both and an n in neither... What an absurd answer! However, that was the best answer he had gotten all day and the madman gave a laugh at the response. Hatter nodded along to the story and a wicked grin broke out on his face at the mention of the ladies of the red light. "Don't get any pervy thoughts you old man." The madman giggled himself silly, caught in his own mind.
"Too late," he snickered as he was elbowed playfully. The grin disappeared in an instant as a commotion was heard and Nikolai stood protectively over him, summoning a ball of fire somehow. Hatter was always interested in sorcery, though he more loved mind tricks than summoning the forces of the elements. The fire ball faded quickly as Nikolai seemed to get a look at his opponent. Curious, Hatter looked around his friend to see the twin of the man standing in front of the him. Surprised by Nikolai's instant hostility, Hatter turned his attention on anyone else around him. His eyes then landed on an elf boy nearby that he was very familiar with.
✷Peter Pan ✷
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Wandering through the crowds of people, an elf was working his way towards Hatter. He had stolen a teacup from the madman and was disappointed that it had gone unnoticed, making the game elss fun for the young thief. Peter had seen Hatter hugging his friend Nikolai before. He knew the two were good friends, but he never really understood the sorcerer. Nikolai always looked like he was having a bad day and Peter had to admit, he had his bad days too, but it was constant for Nikolai and Peter just couldn't understand a reason someone would have for being so down in the dumps all the time. The brightly dressed Pan walked over and paused, noticing a tension between Nikolai and- Nikolai 2.0? What the fairy dust was going on here?
The redhead tilted his head in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing as he continued forward cautiously. When Nikolai 1.0 sprang forward and grabbed his clone, screaming at him, the elf jumped back and stared at the scene. With all that was happening, between the roughness of Nikolai 1.0, the apologies of Nikolai 2.0, and the blood staining Nikolai 2.0's top, the young elf seemed to pick up one thing and one thing only: Did Niko just use a bad word? The shock on his face changed as he adjusted his hat and started stomping over, only to be intercepted by Hatter who stepped in front of the strong-willed youngster. The blue eyes of the younger stared up at the brown eyes of Hatter, his jaw jutting out in defiance. "Leave it alone, Pete'."
The elf tensed and glared up at the elder, pointing at him accusingly. Well, more like poking since his finger landed on Hatter's nose, pressing in the nose as he proved his point. "Outta my way, Hatter! That guy's gotta mouth on him and I'm gonna cut it off," he threatened, whipping out his dagger in a fluid motion, pointing it at the Hatter in place of his finger.
Hatter sighed. "I s'pose you win. I guess you won't 'ave time fer this fun job I was gonna give ya'. Oh well." As the man began to turn away, Peter's aggressive stance changed to his arms being crossed in suspicion.
"You know I don't like boring meetings. Why would I want to help?"
The madman smiled and turned his head to look over his shoulder at the elf that only measured up to his chest. "Well, I was going to let you guard us in case any of the king's men heard about our plans, but I suppose I could get the dormouse to do it."
Peter scoffed, "Yeah right! I could to way better of a job than a stupid dormouse. See ya later, Hatter!" With that said, the elf took off for the exit and entered the city. His bright green outfit wasn't exactly the best for blending in, but he could run pretty good. Heading down an alley, he took out his dagger again and aimed it at a trash can. "Oh, you think you can take me, King Rayth? You're dealing with the infamous Peter Pan! No one can beat me," he exclaimed with his usual speaking voice, slicing in the air at the trash can. "Is that all ya got?! I've seen a one-handed pirate fight better than you!"
☕Hatter Maddigan ☕
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Hatter smiled as the boy ran off and, glancing back at the two quarreling siblings, judged it best to let them be alone before he got dragged in somehow. Going towards the entrance, he heard the doorman announce the arrival of Ikar. Leaping over a few people sitting on the ground, the Hatter made his arrival as fluid as possible. Meeting Ikar at the door, he removed his hat and bowed to him. Tilting his head up to look at him, he gave his usual mad grin. "Welcome to the Great Library, Ikar." He straightened up and looked at his guests, all of them familiar in some way, shape, or form. "And hello to all of you. The meeting will begin shortly." His eyes fixed back on the tiger. "Should we be expecting Frida or continue without her?" Rotating his hat in his hands, Hatter soon returned it to its rightful place on his head and stood next to the tiger to allow the others to pass into the library if they wanted to.
[@HuskyStar: you can have Digger arrest Peter if you'd like. Might want to call back-up, though, since he's pretty quick.
@Tangle: that question about Frida in my post is actually my question in real life: Am I waiting for Frida and Erin?
@everyone: I might have a lot of typos in here that I didn't catch because I'm using a different keyboard than usual since my laptop is getting fixed. So, if there are a lot, I apologize and they will be fixed soon. =) ]
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Digger
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Wake me Up inside
Before I come undone
Save me
Save me from the nothing I've become.
Digger sighed, "I don't think I'm going to make it..." He whined, and looked around. He breathed in through his black nose, and smelled a person, well more like a elfy smell. He then heard some yells coming from a dark alley, "Oh, you think you can take me, King Rayth? You're dealing with the infamous Peter Pan! No one can beat me," Digger heard the swipes hitting the hair, he knew it was something, but didn't know what it was for sure. King Rayth! How dare he...Digger growled in his mind. "Is that all ya got?! I've seen a one-handed pirate fight better than you!" The elf started again.
"In fact your fighting a bin." Digger snarled, dropping the Cylinder at his paws. He bared his sharp, white teeth. "King Rayth could slice your throat in one hit!" Digger yelled, his eyes narrowing at the elf fighting a bin. I know... I have to get back! He whined in his mind. But it would be best to catch this elfy boy. Digger growled again, grabbing the Cylinder, and walking forwards. He managed to growl through the object, and he was getting closer at a slow pace.
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Words could not describe how strange the library was, especially for an outsider who had only heard of it in rumours picked up in a rather secret manner. The entire thing was basicly on big, unorganised, yet brilliant mess. There were books. . . well, in every possible place you could put them, however they were far from well-managed. A majourity of the animals and people here were actually standing on the leather-covered works of art, even though they could of easily of been placed in one of the many empty shelves lining the entire structure. Some of the bookcases were actually over-stuffed with books, and appeared as if they would burst the moment another book was placed onto a shelf. Cobwebs might as well of just been strewn lazily over every inch of the place, seeing that almost everywhere you looked; there was some sort of silk contraption which may or may not be home to a spider of some sort.
Glen Ballard now on his shoulders once more, Tuck wondered towards what he sought to be the center of the library. Fingers running over the dusty, leather covers of books, feet making an attempt not to crush whatever was on the floor underneath them. Tuck Friar knew well what a book was, and what each indiviual one could possibly hold; brilliant, fictional tales of adventure, a sorrowful tale about a poor girl in an orphanage, tales of war and what followed; peace that was not peaceful. The list could truly just go on and on, page after page. But of course, none of the books here were pointless fictional tales; or at least he thought none of them were. For things to be so well hidden, they obviously held the histories of Faowind; and of course, Tuck knew very little of that. Glen Ballard on the other hand. . well, he himself was basicly a history book, however the old cat would not exist to tell the tales if something did not happen with all the trouble between the King and The Houses, and The Hatter Squad and the Children of Ikar. Of course. . . Tuck was a bit too ignorant and blind to see that at the moment, or he could at least see it's faded outline.
"This is simply amazing, Glen. . " Tuck exclaimed, still slowly walking towards the place that the gathered animals, humans, and elves alike seemed to be at it's thickest. Fingers still slowly brushing off dust from leather covers with what seemed to be care; it had been so, so very long since he had managed to even catch a glimpse of these things he orginally sought to be merely a boring pass-time activity. Glen Ballard, however, seemed as interested in the books as a bee was with a rock, and soon enough, the feline was springing off Tuck's shoulders, back-legs kicking into his right shoulder as he made an attempt to catch a boost before trying to jump onto the top of a bookcase.
(It's late as heck here, so tommorow I'll try to edit this post in school and add Glen v.v I'm terribly sorry for the inconveneint delays, .A.)
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DAMIEN
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When did he manage to loose footing? One moment he was looking at one spot of his enraged twin, and the next moment he was staring at the (rather pretty)ceiling of the Library. And there were books digging into his back. Books, those menaces. People do have a point when they say words are better weapons than blades. Speaking of words- he's being spoken to. Damien near physically forced his mind to clear somewhat, enough for him to take proper notice of what's going on around him. Nikolai. Worried? So worried. A warm feeling he hasn't felt in over eight years sparked in his gut, and the Animagus nearly smiled.
A hand gripped his bleeding side, pressing onto the wound to try and stem the bleeding at least somewhat. An involuntary groan made it's way past Damien's lips when he moved, slowly inching himself into a semi-sitting position, leaning on his free arm- or elbow, actually. "You're the smart one damn it," He heard the voice he'd been longing to hear for so long, frantic and afraid, so afraid. A sort of guilt spike shot through him when his tired consciousness realized that he's responsible for that distress. "Tell me the healing spell." Healing spell?
"Not sure ya remember," Damien's own hushed and fatigued voice sounded, dripping with bittersweetly ironic amusement. "But there ain't no direct healing spells, brother." He still has the gall to imply, not so subtly, that Nikolai doesn't remember something they learned when they were little. Well. He blamed it on his disorientation and pain. Cause damn, he'd forgotten about that until- well, this moment, really. Seems like old thoughts resurface when you're under the proper kind of mental pressure.
His half-closed eyes roamed a bit, avoiding meeting Nikolai's gaze for reasons which were as obvious as daylight to him. The tired sorcerer just wanted something to focus on while this impromptu-nightmare passes. That's when he noticed a cluster of people at the other side of the room, including the Hatter, crowding around someone. A spectator moved aside, and the first things Damien's mind registered was a lot of orange and white, plus large, amber eyes. And then it clicked, who it was. "Ikar..." He half-breathed, half-laughed the tiger's name out, sluggishly waving a hand(the one which was stemming the bleeding a second ago) at him, a loony near-smile on his face, before he re-focused on pausing the blood flow and trying to remember if there had been any spells which could stop the bleeding better than that bloody hand of his.
Thinking that up didn't really go as planned, because he finally indulged himself and looked at his brother. His twin brother who he hasn't properly seen for eight years, his brother who he looked for three years in a row, his brother who he abandoned without even realizing it. "How about that?" He spoke mostly to himself, gaze averting towards the ceiling as he let himself lay back down properly, no longer having the proper physical strength to hold himself up. Partially because of exhaustion, partially because he was disoriented, partially because the aforementioned disorientation prevented himself from realizing that magic is weaving from his fingertips, seeping through his ragged clothes and merging with the edges of his wound like warm, clean water, spreading out until there was a soft, secure feeling among the burning of his side. "Three years of searchin' and here I am." As his bloodstained hand relaxed against his stomach, Damien thanked the stars and planets that cast spells don't leech off of their caster's energy. But anyway. He was speaking. "Bleedin' out on the ground like a squashed tomato." He breathed out a humorless laugh. "Not gettin' to explain, not gettin' to do anythin'. God I'm such a git." But his voice was sort of steady. At least that was good.
((So yeah. Post: edited. And as I mentioned on dA when you posted that journal, Tangle, I support your idea. Oh, and P.S., you guys can prepare for a new character app coming relatively soon. Figured that me RPing one character is a biiiiit too easy. And quite too dramatic, at least right now. I swear I'll ease off the drama.))
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(Hey guys! So, this isn't a rp post but whateves.
Obviously, we didn't get very far but I was thinking about something. I think way too much lol but this idea struck me. I have another rp, which some of you are already in, and I was thinking making a proboards forum for them both. Like one site, with sections laid out for each rp. So one for this, one for Night Call, and another for this other one I was thinking about.
Not only will it give me time to practice more on coding, but also will allow us to do more. What I mean is a little less restrictions when it comes to the FH rules.
I just wanted your opinions to know would you join and continue rping there if I did make it?)
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?Hatter Maddigan ?
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The heart-wrenching shout of Hatter's name seemed to quiet most conversations, the madman turning in the direction his name was coming from only to have Nikolai tug on his shirt sleeve, pleading him to follow. "Pardon," he told the group that included Ikar as he quickly followed his distressed friend to the bleeding twin. Removing a handkerchief, the Hatter paused as Nikolai asked for a healing spell. He then approached the brother as he explained that there was no such thing as a healing spell.
As the brother joked about being a squashed tomato and griped about not getting to explain himself, the Hatter snorted a little, moving the hand aside and lifting the twin's top to show the opened wound. He then placed the clean cloth over the wound and pressed with a decent amount of force, likely causing some discomfort for his "patient". He looked over at Nikolai. "There's a bottle of alcohol up the stairs first door to your left, second drawer of the desk in there, and you," he said, looking over at the bleeding man. "Try to stay awake for me, yeah? Maybe tell a story or something," he suggested.
While Hatter waited, he kept pressure with one hand and removed a sewing needle from his pocket. It was obvious what the somewhat large needle was for when Hatter peeked down at what was under the handkerchief, estimating how many stitches the man required. Sticking the needle in his hat, he swapped hands to remove some thick looking thread. Looking over at his patient, he held up the thread. "Sorry for the lack of top-notch medical materials. That's what 'appens when your not on King Rayth's favorites list," he explained, a jovial smile gracing his face as he applied a greater amount of pressure on the wound. With his other hand, he plucked the needle from his hat and attempted to thread the needle with one hand. He had done this on multiple occasions, often being bored in the library. However, it always took multiple tries. It at least gave him something to do besides listening to this bleeding stranger speak as he waited for Nikolai and the alcohol.
?Peter Pan ?
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"In fact your fighting a bin." The elf turned quickly, his dagger still in his steady hand. He raised an eyebrow at the remark. Well, obviously it was a bin. He wasn't stupid. It was called an imagination. No wonder this guy worked for Rayth. "King Rayth could slice your throat in one hit!"
Peter laughed giddily at the insult thrown his way. "Oh, he wishes," Pan laughed, backing up a little, still in a fighting stance. The dog was beginning to approach at a slow pace. The little boy smiled widely. "Seems like ya never heard how to catch me." Running towards the dog, he quickly bounced off the walls on either side of the dog, landing behind the animal a few feet back. "You gotta be faster than that!" Peter then ran in to the entrance of the alleyway. Unfortunately for him, the Houses were everywhere in this neighborhood and he turned a corner right into a spade. He was soon surrounded and a group surrounded him, holding him for the one originally pursuing him, the messenger for the king for today. Peter struggled and nearly got away if it wasn't for the chains placed around his ankles and hands. His eyes then connected with the dog, if it returned. "Ya won't get away with this! Hatter and Ikar won't letcha!"
[A website would be fine by me! Once again, this wasn't proofread since I have to get back to homework, but hopefully there's not too many errors and I'm sorry for the shortness x.x Like I said, a lot of homework to get to and I want to keep everything moving
Also, @anyone saying they're causing too much drama with their characters, I would way rather have too much drama than nothing going on X3]
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A forum seems like a good idea~ anyway, I suppose I'll post for Glen Ballard right now. -Typetypetype-
Glen Ballard was terribly tired of Mr. Friar's fascination with bloody books of all things. Infact, the feline appeared to have been too lazy to even notice that the man that had always made a big deal about calling him plain old "Glen" had just called him exactly that- "Glen", no Ballard at the end, not even a simple B to keep it a little short. So, of course, fed up with his stupid fascination, the feline clambered on over to the other side of the man's shoulders, claws digging into the fabric of his shirt, emerald-green eyes peering curiously at the top of one of the many bookshelves; this one, was suprisingly only covered in dust- not a single book appeared to have been stacked upon the top of. Tail flicking back and forth; only to slap against the side of Tuck's face, the feline pushed off- paws outstretched and claws unseathed in an attempt to be able to get the best hold on the bookshelf- falling off it would cause embarassment. Especially if he wouldn't be able to even get his claws in the wood- with several other animals in this room, including Ikar (who he simply loathed), he was bound to be teased by everyone. Maybe even gain another nickname, such as "Wood-to-the-face" (even though that was a terribly long nickname,)
Fourtantly though, everyone else would have to wait another day to start calling the tuxedo-cat names. Glen Ballard had not even needed his claws to hook onto the shelf; seeing that he had basicly just jumped far enough and high enough to land right on top of. Now, navigation would be a bit more easier, since he wouldn't be uncomfortably surrounded by bookshelves and. . well, a dumb-founded Tuck who appeared to care only about them and them alone (and Glen Ballard was most defiantly not part of 'them').
Ashen-coloured pawpads tromping proudly against the worn out oaken bookcase, Glen Ballard appeared to be very much enjoying the view. Sure, not everyone there was a pretty sight; they were all skinny to the point where you could see their ribs, or somewhat average, however; he had to be the only somewhat plump-looking feline, canine, or. . .anything alive in this stupid library. However, it was quite amasing to see so many people gathered here just for a stupid meeting about something that had been in the process of taking place for so long! If this was some sort of 'battle plan'- a plan to start the war that was hanging over everyone like a stone stuck in the surface of the river- they sure had taken long enough to come up with it."It better be worth my time, since Tuck forced me into it~"The cat grumbled, paws still smacking against the worn out oak. He appeared to have no worries at the moment, other than the fact that this may all be a waste of his time. He was well aware that Tuck had some sort of "Super vision" or something of the sort that basicly allowed him to track down Glen in a matter of minutes. . . as long as he hadn't gone too far. Apparantly the cat was a bit too caught up in his complaining about weither or not this was stupid or a brilliant idea, weither or not this was a waste of his time or something good to be at- since the feline eventually did not hit the worn out oak he had grown somewhat accustomed to, but instead air- and of course, he was going to go tumbling off the bookcase. Of course the feline was suprised; anyone would be suprised if there was suddenly nothing to feel under your feet but air, which was bad; since it was a sure omen that you would be falling soon enough.
Well, maybe today would be the day that Glen would get a stupid nickname- only it probably would not be "Wood-To-The-Face", Maybe "Hat-To-The-Face" would fit better, since the feline had basicly just face-planted right ontop of a rather strange looking, dusty old hat, which he didn't like the smell of. Right now it appeared to be a bad time to be landing on this fellow's hat, considering the fact that he appeared to be in the middle of patching up a wound- why and how it had happened? Glen wasn't exactly interested in that- and he wasn't interested in getting off the old Hatter's hat either. It was quite comfortable, but not nearly as nice as his typical spot on Tuck Friar's shoulders.
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Digger
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"Wake me Up inside
Before I come undone
Save me
Save me from the nothing I've become."
Digger was so close, and he was getting ready to pouce, crouching down. The thief, also known by 'Peter Pan,' started to talk, "Oh, he wishes." Digger growled, baring his teeth.
"He wishes that you would go hang your self of a TREE!" He snapped, a bit angry. He jumped forwards, his claws ready to scratch some elf butt. Suddenly, Peter jumped from the wall, bounded to the other wall, and landed behind the German Shepherd. Digger tumbled into the concrete, and scratched his nose, but no blood. Digger was trained to be a wimp, so he simply ignored the throbbing nose. He forced himself up, and watched the elf start to run away....
"Seems like ya never heard how to catch me." The elf ran... "You gotta be faster than that!" His voice trailed away in the wind, as he ran. Digger howled loudly for back up, they would be here in no time. He raced forwards, his nose keeping the scent of the thief, he was going down a Alleyway.
Digger stopped. He saw Peter all chained up, and the Security gripping him tightly. "Urgh, I'm late." Digger whined, he was just at the end of the city, surely it would take about another half a hour to get back. He strolled to the elf and eyed him, "Oh, your going to be in big trouble for making me late!" He snapped, and turned around.
"Ya won't get away with this! Hatter and Ikar won't letcha!" Peter yelled, and Digger spun around.
"Ikar, and Hatter? There to busy having the dumb meeting." Digger growled, with a smirk, "We will be at the Labyrinth by the time they finish, and they will not be able to make the maze." He smirked, throwing the words over his shoulder. He started to trot, the Henchmen following in a quick pace. If Peter wasn't walking, he would probably be getting dragged.
((Sorry no colour :P))
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I've done it~ I've made the forum. Now please note, it is still a work in progress. I need to add things, fix some things, and finish off some threads. So for the moment all you guys need to do is sign up. I'll let you do all your fancy pancy stuff afterwords. Just look around ;3 It's done now, so you can go crazy.
(I thought Roleplay Crusaders was fitting. Albeit Crusade means stuff like "campaign for a cause" there's synonyms like 'movement', 'drive', 'cause' etc. We may not be fighting for something, but in some sense (like mine) we're 'fighting' to be better roleplayers.)
So yeah ;3 What do you guys think?
http://roleplaycrusaders.proboards.com/index.cgi (http://roleplaycrusaders.proboards.com/index.cgi)
I'm going to put it back in maintenance mode in a bit to continue editing. However, the chatbox is always open so you can post something there.http://rpcrusaders.chatango.com/ (http://rpcrusaders.chatango.com/)
(This post will later be edited into a rp post. So check up regularly)
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[[ ...Yyyyeeees. B3 ]]
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Holly crap tangle. ;-; this has to be one of the most well-made websites I've ever see. B3
Also, quick announcement, I probably won't be able to post a day or two; my laptop charger is shot~y
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Holly crap tangle. ;-; this has to be one of the most well-made websites I've ever see. B3
Also, quick announcement, I probably won't be able to post a day or two; my laptop charger is shot~y
Haha I'm sure there's tuns of forums which are better than mine. Besides, the proboards support forum helped me out a lot when it came to figuring out coding.
And that's okay. I haven't been able to post either. (Been distracted)
I hope you fix your charger <3
And Blue! Accepted! I shall add Sombra to the list~ He's one badass mofo. Now hopefully if more people join they'll go towards the houses.
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DAMIEN
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He'd looked around with a sort-of sluggish interest, dull eyes taking in the details of this section of the Great Library. Mountains of books, pretty literally. Some of them shouldn't even stay upright. They defy the laws of gravity. The rational part of his mind laughed at the fact that he's petty much potentially dying here and the one thing he's wondering about is gravity. Damien attempted to chuckle at that, but the sound came out as a strangled wheeze when a sharper twitch made his side throb. He lamented over how easily the spell he'd used had dissipated. Guess he didn't put enough strength in it. Which, really, isn't that surprising. The fabric pressed against his wound didn't feel all too comfortable, but compared with some surfaces he's slept on previously... well yeah.
"Not plannin' on sleepin' just yet." Murmured the Animagus in response to the Hatter's(where had he come from?) request. "'Lotta action to see, yanno?" Heh. At least the bloodloss didn't affect his speaking abilities, not too much anyway. His dark-chocholate eyes focused on the other man's actions, noting with amusement how he seemed to brandish a sewing needle and thread from his pockets, just like that, like every man and woman carried those around nowadays. And this time he allowed himself a snort at what the Hatter said, though had to work on suppressing a reaction to a rather sharp stab of pain from that blasted side of his for a couple seconds. Then he could speak again. "Oh, this is more top-notch than the friggin' Chess Army, mate." And really, that WAS true. In a way.
He'd just laid there for a couple seconds, figuring that he could maybe ask the Hatter something he'd been wondering about for a bit, before he heard footsteps approaching and inclined his head to the side, eyes falling onto his brother, returning with the alcohol he'd been asked to get. And he just watched, gaze trailing over his twin, scanning all the little details. He himself couldn't make up what was going on in his mind at that point, so many thoughts mushed together in one big pile of gibberish, and he felt so sad at that point. Saddest he's ever felt ever since he left home. He let himself stay like that for a moment, watching his brother but not really seeing him.
"This is all your fault you know that?" His full consciousness seemed to return after his mind processed these words, and Damien almost laughed out loud. If anyone knows how true that is, it's him. And he'd been on the brink of responding when a massive mound of orange and white came into his peripheral vision and he heard Ikar's regal, authoritative tones. "Hold your tongue child." Damien violently shook his head- a bit too violently, because he stopped mid-shake, but he replaced the action with a sluggish wave of his hand. "No no, he's right. He's right." He didn't spare more than a glance towards the tiger when he spoke, focusing his gaze on Nikolai again. "Should've been more careful. Bad idea, running side-first into large books with sharp corners when you're not really okay. Blame the floor, it's slippery. Sort of up-beat, is what his voice was. Silent and strained, but softly humorous, what with the Animagus attempting to lighten the mood. And to ease that vice grip of guilt on his heart. That hurts too, not just the side.
SOMBRA SITH
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The air was different.
Normally it would be thick, even stale, and so deliciously warm.
Tonight it seemed colder. More dull. And there was so much fear in the air. Fear, wariness, insecurity. Like tonight was something this wretched city should especially avoid.
That wasn't too far from the truth.
The higher levels of the Yellow Diamond territory were always a bit more populated than the lower ones, especially wen the sun was beyond horizon. It was when his gullible henchmen went on in the task assigned to them, or slacked off if they didn't have duties to perform at the moment. Some stray animal got in sight here and there, but their presence was unnoticed.
Save by one.
Men and women alike sprung out of the way, standing aside as respectably and attentively as they could, watching him with piercing, observant eyes. For humans. Crowds parted to let him through, and he was guided by the smell of authority. Sharp gaze moving around, forked tongue flicking past his lips once in a while, Sombra Sith slithered on the stone walkways and platforms, long, thick body moving with the grace snakes are famous for possessing. Very few can read the face of a snake if they don't want to disclose emotion, and the anaconda moving forth was no exception to it. But for some fleeting moments to random members of his House, it might have even seemed that there was a ghost of a smile on Sombra's face.
Which there was.
You see, the Yellow King had a reason to be pleased. Excited even. For rumor had spread, and the stench of it's truth was almost overwhelming. Ikar was in town. And having a meeting with that slimy Hatter and his bunch of vermin. Years ago he would've thought it surprising that the meeting was actually taking place. Now he was merely amused by it. Let the so-called protector do his delusional work. It won't change anything.
Now, what might change something is the commotion he's picking up from a bit further away. A lot of vibration coming from that area too. Seems like his routine "patrol" won't be as dull as the others tend to be. Sombra moved forward, massive body sliding across the roughened stone in that smooth wave pattern which defines snake mobility. His dark eyes guided their piercing gaze ahead, wide range of sight trying to pinpoint the source of the noise he's hearing. Then, as he's close enough, he manages to pick out the word "blue" repeating a couple times. And he smirks. The night has just taken a turn for the interesting side.
Arching his long neck above the ground, the Yellow King moved ahead, his size letting him lightly tower over most of the humans assembled ahead without even trying. The crowd ahead had divided into more inconspicuous-looking groups, to remain unnoticed by those they were observing. Surprisingly smart of them. His gaze drifted ahead, focusing on whatever it was that had attracted their attention, and as he saw them, his smirk evolved into a chilling smile. So incredibly idiotic.
"I know that you aren't especially bright." The anaconda's voice was silent, and yet it rang loud and clear in the night air. Sombra had gone ahead of the group, and now found himself facing the daring fools. His sharp eyes bore their dagger-like gaze into the small being "leading" them, emotions unclear except for one. The smile on his face. "But I didn't think you'd be this stupid, Digger Starr." The dog in question was someone the Yellow King knew enough about. Enough to know that his loyalty to his master was massively responsible for his overwhelming stupidity. Getting a bunch of Blue Spades to follow him, holding a prisoner at that? He wasn't surprised, to be honest. Blue Spades have always had shady loyalties. And if he wouldn't know better, he'd say the prisoner was a Green Clover, what with the eye-burning bright clothes he was wearing. But the pointed ears did give his ethnicity away quite a bit. Which made Sombra wonder how in the world did an elf manage to get caught by measly humans. Well. His own fault then. What the anaconda truly did want to focus on was the foolhardy dog who had blatantly trespassed into the Yellow Diamond territory without even looking the least bit wary, like he should've been. Mistake number 1.
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Puppy 12, lovely adorable character~ I love the movie Cats and Dogs
Anyways~ Accepted! You can begin roleplaying and if you'd like join the Roleplay Crusaders website ;3
Welcome to Faowind.
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((I'll just hop in the Library :p))
"What did you say? I wasn't listening."
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"It WASN'T me..."
"Can we go on walkies?"
Lou Jensen.
Lou sat near the elder tiger, unsure of what to do. He watched his tail flip rapidly from side to side, brushing against the floor gently. He was so confused, everything was happening at once. His teddy bear eyes scanned the books, thin to thick, as he wondered what they could be about. He turned to the black-striped Tiger and he asked with a tint of playfulness in his voice , "Could I do anything to help?" He flicked his tail, as his eyes followed Damien running around, soon coming back with alcohol gripped in his hand.
"Alcohol? It's no time for getting drunk!" Lou spat, surprised why Damien would get drunk when his sibling was injured. He didn't realize that he was getting it to help him. Lou attention soon turned his tail, and he saw it wagging again. He bared his teeth, thinking it was a hazard. "Die!" He growled, and leaped at his tail. It swooped away just in time, and the dumb Beagle landed in a heap on the floor.
Suddenly, the tail flicked him on his side, and he tried to capture it with his teeth, but it just got away. Lou looked at Ikar, and then sat down, like nothing happened his eyes wide. He thought he shouldn't have been playing at such a serious time.
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((Uh... Puppy? Not sure if it was intended or not, but Damien is my character. He is currently bleeding out and Hatter is tending to him. It was Nikolai, Damien's twin, who brought the alcohol. Just, uh... Thought to clarify that. In case you confused them both.))
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[Hey guys! I'll update this with a post soon! I have an art portfolio review day tomorrow morning for college so I've been a bit panicky about finishing my art on time. I will try to post tonight. If not, I'll post tomorrow night! =) ]
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[Sorry for the double post, but it's an actual reply post and I thought more of you would know I updated if I posted again x3]
?Hatter Maddigan ?
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Hatter finished threading the needle just as Nikolai returned with the bottle. He looked a bit antsy as he handed off the bottle of alcohol and Hatter looked at him worriedly as he uncapped the bottle with his mouth. Spitting out the top, he looked up as Nikolai blamed his brother for this happening and Ikar defended the wounded man. Damien, however, seemed to agree with his twin and Hatter sighed, getting a slight headache from everyone conversing while he was trying to work.
He had lost his skill of ignoring others while he worked, a skill he once did beautifully back when he was able to be free from leadership. Exhaling a bit loudly, he gave a pointed look to the twins. "Niko, mind not tormentin' your brother for a bit and give me some peace o' mind while I try an' get 'im fixed up? Lou, go check on Peter. He should be up on the streets an' I'm sure he'd love to play with ya. Anythin' goes wrong, you let outta howl. An' you," he said, motioning to Damien. "A rooster is on top of a roof, and lays an egg, which way does the egg roll?" An insane shine sparked in the Mad Hatter's eye for a second before he turned his attention to the wound. "Think carefully," he advised, trying to distract the sorcerer from the stinging pain of the alcohol about to be poured on the wound. Tilting the bottle ever so slightly, the clear liquid spilled onto the wound. The madman wiped at the wound with a clean cloth and came at him with the needle, stitching as fast as his hands could work while still trying to keep the body still.
[Answer: Roosters don't lay eggs, hens do. There is no egg!]
?Peter Pan ?
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The king's followers began to drag the elf through the streets, following the dog. "Hmph. Yeah right. Even if it lasts that long, they can still find me. We got dogs and I still have a scent, ya know." A thought seemed to come to the elf as his face blanked before he let out an obnoxious crowing noise that echoed through the pretty quiet streets. This used to be a celebratory call when he was very little and still fought pirates, but now it was his panic noise, though it wasn't so much panicky as it was irritating. It was then a guard finally had enough of the loud mouth redhead and tied fabric over his mouth to keep him quiet, but it only served to mute him slightly. Peter, who had lacked energy since they started moving, was now thrashing against the men who held him like a child throwing a tantrum. His crowing was still audible and was now mixed with his shouts of pain as the guards began to hit him to get him to calm down.
The sight of the snake approaching made Pan pause in his tantrum, the guards holding him again. Being pretty small and eatable, the elf naturally had a small fear of anything big, but this fear didn't show on his face or in his posture. Instead, he looked braver, lifting his head and narrowing his eyes at the snake, suspicious and confused by the animal's intentions. Though the elf seemed to be brave, his stance was tense. This could be because of his restraints, but Peter knew it was that small bit of fear keeping him so tense.
He had, of course, heard of the large anaconda since he was young, but he had never met him. He never really understood who was against each other under King Rayth. The houses all seemed to hate each other and Pan didn't quite understand this since he assumed they all did the same thing.
[Here's the Peter Pan crow in case any of you don't know it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmQu3sz1dQI (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmQu3sz1dQI)
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Thank golly goodness, I thought this rp was dying!))
Digger
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"Wake me up Inside
Before I come undone
Save me
Save me from the nothing I've become."
Digger stopped instantly as he saw the large snake slithering towards him. "I know that you aren't especially bright." Digger tilted his head slightly to the left. Is he saying i'm dumb? He thought, baring his teeth. "But I didn't think you'd be this stupid, Digger Starr." The anaconda hissed.
"You don't know me.." Digger snarled, raising his hackles. "Move, I need to get back, and we will be out of your precious city." Digger just realized that these Security were from the Blue place, so he decided when they reached the 'Blue City' He would just take Peter the rest of the way. He still didn't care that he was in Yellow Territory, he just knew he was going to be extra late. "I said move, i'm going to be late..." He snapped in a harsh tone. Then the king might take my ball away from me... He sadly thought, not showing any expression of sadness in his body.
He thought about the king, waiting impatiently for his trust worthy friend to get here. He still had the Cylinder firmly in his mouth, and was able to talk, and growl between the plastic. He wanted to just race home, but he knew he couldn't.
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SOMBRA SITH
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Mistake number 2, Digger Starr. Oh, what a mistake.
"Do you think you can order the Yellow King around, little Digger?" Like ice cutting the skies with it's jagged peaks Sombra Sith's voice cut through the nightly air. The massive 60-something foot anaconda arched his strong, muscled neck in a perfect curve, lowering his head to be eye-level with the idiotic German Shepherd before him. The Yellow King's head was easily almost two times bigger than the dog's, and his dark eyes glued their piercing, steel gaze into Digger's own, dark-brown eyes.
"Do you think you have any authority in the turf where Diamonds are Yellow, mutt?" If there is one thing you can be sure about it's that when Sombra uses insults, things have gotten dangerous. As if his voice, spine-chillingly calm and unwavering, didn't give it away already. "Rayth's influence does not affect the Houses, Digger Starr. Your words and orders have as much authority as a fly has over a spider. In fact..." The anaconda had moved his head closer, to a point where his forked tongue almost touched the dog's nose as it shot out past the reptile's scaly lips. "In fact... You have trespassed into the territory of the Yellow Diamond House. As such, you are under my control and mercy alone." At this Sombra smiled widely, craning his neck straight again, towering over the German Shepherd, Blue Spades and elf prisoner. "Take them."
Upon this order, men and women clad in yellow garbs shot out from their posts, posts which he had ordered them to occupy prior to him approaching the group of trespassers. If there was anything his henchmen were good at, then it was being fast. He had taught them well. They moved at a good speed, and wasted no time in subduing the stupid little Blue Spades. Some of his men took over the roles of guards, holding the elven prisoner in their own grip.
And he himself had wasted no time in curling his thick body in a narrow, high ring around Digger, gazing down at the furball with an unreadable gaze, even though Sombra's smile burned bright against his dark-green visage. His tailtip, thinner and more sharper than anaconda's normally have, took on the task of confiscating the cylinder the dog was holding, sparing a glance towards it and then positioning it in the hands of a Yellow Diamond waiting at his side. "This must be taken to my private study. Let it disappear from your grasp and there will be consequences." He whispered to the man in his hissing, smooth snake voice, and his words were crystal clear. Sombra didn't even bother to acknowledge the obedience of his impromptu courier. They simply know better than to disobey.
"Bring the elf to my quarters, secure him well. I shall have a talk with him after I deal with Rayth's lap dog here." And once again his gaze focused on Digger Starr, captive between the anaconda's powerful, thick coils. He barely fought back a smirk. It will be fun to see how the dog attempts to escape the Yellow King, while residing on his turf. And later he shall pay a visit to the monarch of the Labyrinth. It has been a while. But his "henchmen" need to be taught more tact in order for him to ever get what he wants.
DAMIEN
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Well, Damien was happy to know that he had at least some self-control left. He managed to bite back that scream after all. Ooh, stitching wouldn't feel so bad if there wouldn't be that bloody alcohol involved, but he figured it's best to be safe and have a clean wound rather than risk getting some sorta freaky infection. He can't exactly say he'd cared for his wounds much on the week he spent traveling from the Colony to the City. He'll really have to thank the Hatter once he'll get back on his paws- er, feet. God, feline terms, get out. He needs to think humanly right now, thank you very much.
His eyes, having unfocused during his thinking, shot their gaze over to the Hatter when he spoke, blinking slowly as his tired mind processed what the man said. His gaze flickered to the dog he'd taken notice of earlier, cracking a nearly unnoticeable smile at the thing's adorable stupidness, but then found himself staring at his brother again. He still couldn't realize that Nikolai has changed so much. And that he's pretty much to blame for this. He should've been there. Oh, he'll never stop reminding himself that. He should've been there.
He didn't have to dwell on that thought for long, thankfully, because the Hatter did seem to prove that the rumors of him being a madman seemed to be rather true. A rooster is on top of the roof, and lays an egg, which which way does the egg roll? Damien laughed out loud at that, flinching furiously mid-laugh when his wound protested against it, and the mini-laughing fit ended with a cough of a sort before the Animagus answered, voice full with cocky amusement he couldn't seem to loose in any sorta situation. "Neither, mate." He spoke, grinning up at the man with the hat. "Roosters don't lay eggs."
((God, look at how my posts are changing. Seems like I get to figure out so many things with Sombra, so much more than with Damien lately. Maybe it's because nothing really eventful is happening with Dames atm, and Sombra IS a House leader, confronting trespassers. Soyeah.))
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[[ Bump, little dears~.]]
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((Oh, not to be an asshole, but I think Frida is waiting for a response of her own. You know, our dear fox. Well anyway. I'm content with waiting as long as this RP doesn't die. Because it's much too awesome to die))
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[ I was waiting for Husky to reply to Bowtie because Peter is a prisoner and would follow wherever Sombra's men take him. I was also waiting for more than just Damien's reply to Hatter since he addressed Lou and Niko. I'll edit this with a post after Tangle]
☕Hatter Maddigan ☕
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Hatter lifted his needle as Damien laughed at his riddle. The laughing died quickly as the wound was irritating him and he slowly calmed down. Damien, a grin still on his face, answered, "Neither, mate. Roosters don't lay eggs."The Mad Hatter smiled fully. "Got it right on the first shot," he rejoiced with his usual wide grin. Stitching the man closed, he bit the thread to finish the job. "Don't go irritating it or it will bust open again. Just- lay here for now,"Hatter said, looking a little confused. His mind was a puzzling thing and, now that his task here was done, the other one million things he could do right now sounded in his head.
Trying to sort them out, Hatter quickly walked away from Damien and went over to Ikar and Nikolai. He took no notice of his friend's watery eyes as he tried to organize what was to be done. "Your brother's patched up if ya want to see 'im," he told him, though his eyes were flicking from one object to the next instead of looking at Nikolai. For most people, this was a mannerism reserved for frantically searching for an object. For Hatter, this mannerism was reserved for him trying to find his own thoughts, as if they were objects themselves. "Ikar, I'm going to start the meeting. You just jump in whenever you see fit," he said, finally addressing the tiger. While the Mad Hatter was usually in his own little world, he could accomplish tasks when they were direct. In this case, his new task was to give this meeting. Everyone had been waiting long enough.
Unless one of the two he had spoken to followed him, he was deaf to them until he got to his set location for giving the meeting. Climbing a tower of books, quite an easy task with the stairs of books that wound up to the top, Hatter finally reached the tallest tower with ease. For those afraid of heights, just looking up at the Hatter might make them nauseous. However, the madman never had a fear of heights and never could fully comprehend the fear of such a silly thing.
"Greetings one and all to our little gathering," Hatter boomed over the crowd. His voice returned to a normal announcing tone of voice as those around the library quieted. "We have some very important matters to discuss and I ask that we try and keep our heads during the course of this meeting. First on the agenda is the most important matter of discussion: the Red Hearts." Some noise was made at this, mostly words shared amongst neighbors. "They have been trafficking humans in for drug cartels." More individuals began to voice their opinions and were soon told to be quiet by their neighbors as they waited for Hatter to continue. "This simply means that those who are humans must be more careful and those who tend to bring humans in must stop until it's safe again." This is when chaos, as predicted, broke out between humans and those from Faowind. Many from Faowind began to blame the humans for bringing this chaos to Faowind while the humans countered that there were problems before they arrived. Looking down to Ikar, the madman gave a sigh and a shrug as if to say: /You want to have a go?/
✷Peter Pan ✷
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The elf tried to struggle as he was handed off from one set of soldiers to the other, but the Yellow Diamonds proved to be stronger than his previous captors. This didn't deter the strong-willed elf, however, and he crowed as loud as he could with the fabric in his mouth, but it did little good. His thrashing and crowing continued until after the snake had given the command for him to be taken to his quarters. Being dragged through the streets, Peter tired quickly. His energy had been drained and he now hung limply as he was taken to the snake's quarters to await his encounter with him. The redhead gave a sigh as he was fastened to a wall inside, what he assumed to be, the snake's chambers. Realizing there was little to do, the elf, his body dangling on the wall due to the restraints on his wrists, began to fall asleep. While it wasn't at all comfortable, Peter had grown accustomed to sleeping just about anywhere in any position.
[Sorry for the shortness on Peter's post. As I said, he's forced to follow where they go. He's just waiting now and I won't post for him until Sombra goes to speak to him]
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[[ I was originally waiting for Tangle to edit her post regarding Frida as it says she'll add more to it ^^. I'll just post when everything has settled. ]]
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((Eh, I'm just waitin'. Didn't mean to sound snappy or anything like that. Just... This week's been really rough for me. This RP's one of the things which makes me happy while I work my ass off preparing for my ninth-grade exams, and mind you, nine-grade education is the basic official education in Latvia, and once I get that, I'll be able to either continue my studies in middle school or go straight towards studying for a profession. So yeah. Big moment. S. Of my life.))
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(Bump? Guys? Anyone alive in here? I edited my post btw -been that way for awhile- so yeah)
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(Oh, psht uvu. I never realised you edited your post~ I'll be posting after Kasai: if she posts within three days, anyway. If not then I'll just go ahead and post to keep this thing going~ I really don't want it to die as it is.)
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[My post is done =)]
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Tuck Friar seemed terribly content on continuing to take his time as he continued to drift lazily through the isles of books. There was, much to his dismay; only realistic-fiction and non-fiction titles from what he could see. Surely there had been lot's of fiction that he had passed up on his journey through the library, but alas; such a thin eye was bound to miss what he was looking for, especially when it was hidden in a dusty viel of other leather-encased books which were of an entirely different genre. Still, he continued to trudge on; occasionaly looking over his shoulder or up at the top of book-cases in hopes of taking sight of Glen Ballard, who had ran off, obviously not wanting to listen to him continuesly blabber about nonsense that he was probably entirely knowledgable of stuff. But, really; if you were in Tuck Friar's position, you couldn't help but blame the cat. It wasn't like there would be a reward of soup or tea (the cat's favourite delectables, to be a bit more precise) waiting for him if he managed to sit through the entire thing. He would be found soon- now actually, seeing that watchful yet easily distracted eyes managed to catch sight of the black and white-tom cat; who's ridiculously puffy coat allowed Tuck to tell him apart from others who held an appearance similiar to his. Of course, those unusual, icy-blue eyes also helped quite a bit.
"There you are!" Tuck's voice seemed to simply split the air as he finnaly caught sight of his feline-companion, crouched down on one of the many bookshelves, tail flicking left and right, kicking stale dust and allowing it to flutter away in a rather scared manner; almost like a canary showed pitty upon- one that had been momentarily released, and unless it managed to make it's full escape in time, it would be once more in the fierce Pussy-Cat's grasp, eventually going to be chewed and swallowed.
The cat did not reply, just continued to allow his tail to flicker back and forth, back and forth; kicking dust up (there really wasn't much at the moment anyway- the extra inhabitants had helped throw a lot of it off as it is) as if he was a duster hard at work- though not really thinking about where it was to go.
With a sly grin, the cat nodded his head in reply; letting out an obviously sarcastic yawn. Strange almost clear claws digging into the rather neat oak below. Brilliant icy eyes starring intently into Mr. Friar's much less eccentric gaze.
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"You decided to take your time, you know!" Glen meowed, tail flicking back and forth in interest as he looked towards Tuck, that typical sly grin spread across his muzzle as his ears continued to flick backwards and forwards in a manner that could make any swear that he was trying to taunt them abit- or at least highly amused by their stupidity. How they were stupid? Well, with a cat as old and as wise as Glen Ballard, almost everyone but Ikar could be titled 'stupid' with just a glance from the cat.
But, in reality the cat was actually rather interested in what he was seeing from a distance. Two ails down- Ikar was there, but he was quite honestly too lazy to tromp over there and cause a commotion at the moment. None the less, a perticuliar book caught his eye. "Captain Albert Alexander" was whom he believed was the 'hero' of this story. A true sailor if he remembered correctly- hell, he might of even knew the actual man behind the wheel of that ship. Well, he couldn't be sure; Glen Ballard thought he knew the hero of a lot of stories, especially if they included a life at sea. Hadn't he once came across Moby Dick? He had thought he had anyway. . . all's Tuck did was blabber about it to himself though, so he couldn't be entirely sure. None the less, he thought he knew a lot of characters (or at least he seemed to show much pride in thinking that he knew them,). Mr. Alexander was no exception to this list, surely! The tale of when he had helped a hundred-story-high walrus was still in his mind, and he could picture is clearly. Surely it meant that he had came across this man once before (surely he hadn't)!
Sorry it's so short. uvu
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(Okay so it's come to my attention a few haven't posted. Now I know there are a few who have an acception because they are waiting on some.
We've basically died. So here's the thing. I want everyone who is currently active, willing to continue, to post by Saturday. Just a 'i'm still here' kinda OOC post. Just so I know. If you do not then I have no choice to kick you because some people cannot post because they are waiting on others. So please.)
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((And I just want to specify that the only reason why I haven't posted is because I am waiting on Husky. I will go with Tangle's idea, and if Husky won't post by tomorrow then- well yeah.))
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((Sorry, I have to leave this roleplay, caught in to many! And I have joined many clubs, making my schedule even more tight. I hope this Role Play doesn't die. And maybe Digger just ran? Just trying to help Blue. :) Farewell!
~Husky ))
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[I'm still alive =) ]
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[[I am typing up a response as we speak. I was starting to but I detoured over to a discussion at the "Game Discussiion." Sorry, guys ^^;' ]]
[[Post will appear here soon.]]
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((Me and Tangle agreed on the fact that if Husky steps out of the roleplay then we'll pretend that Digger became Sombra's late-night snack. Cause, really, what's a German shepherd to a 60-something foot anaconda. Especially if said anaconda trapped said shepherd.
I'll edit this into a post soon, so yeah.))
SOMBRA SITH
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Insubordination. It is not tolerated where Diamonds are Yellow. No matter if you are native or not. And so, insubordination requires the ultimate punishment.
Dogs do taste rather pleasant. A nice, comforting feeling. And it seems dogs belonging to royalties have a pleasant after-taste of gleeful smugness.
Sombra does like it quite a lot.
With his spirits subtly lifted and with a pleased aura, the massive anaconda made his way to the Yellow Diamond hub. His pawns both guided him and cleared themselves off of his path, bowing to their King as he passed by. Smart humans, they've learned well indeed. It was a pleasing thought, wafting through his mind like smoke from one of the many scented candles in his private study, and it gave him a sense of smug comfort as he moved on ahead, his large body slithering across stone platforms with ease. It took him about a minute to return to the hub, and another minute to scale the whole building up, up, up, to the highest level of the building and the city alike, where his quarters were located, taking up the whole floor.
A heavy sigh drew forth from the snake's long body, his reptilian face forming a look of lightly amused helplessness when his dark eyes gazed upon the half-asleep elf and how he was shackled. When he'd said "secure him well" he hadn't meant "lock him up against the wall and leave him alone", no. Sombra Sith is a snake who treats those of Nature with at least a remote sense of respect, even if they have thrown their lot in with lowlifes. It hadn't been in the Yellow King's intentions to have this young one bound like an animal. But, oh well, we'll have to stick with that, won't we?
"It boggles my mind." His smooth, hissing tones shattered the silence which he hadn't broken in the slightest with his stealthy arrival. "How did an elf of Faowind manage to fall from his grace and fall prisoner to simple humans and a mutt?" The massive snake moved closer to his guest, head raised to the usual height, letting him tower over the boy without even trying to. His neck arched in a c-shape as he changed his position, moving eye-level with the other, and his piercing opticals focused their studying gaze at the being in front of him. "A disgracing little mishap, was it not." He crooned in a seemingly understanding manner, kindness appearing to be the ruling emotion in his scheming reptilian demeanor at the moment. "But mistakes are bound to happen at some point. It's alright, it's all right. Simply indulge this humble snake, would you? Might I have your name, young elven-kind?"
DAMIEN
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Oh, he didn't wanna just "lay there". He doesn't like to be still for more than a living being generally needs to be still. But just this once he figured it was alright. So Damien let himself relax against the books he was laying on, deep breaths slowly, carefully heaving out of his lungs, cautious to avoid irritating the freshly patched-up wound. Well, this whole thing had been a ruckus. A rather embarrassing one at that. Who'd want to start bleeding out because of bloody BOOKS on the day they've finally found their twin sibling after three years of roaming the whole of Faowind in search for him. Nyeah. A really unpleasant reunion.
Speaking of twin siblings, Nikolai's current absence from his side wasn't a comforting thing. The Animagus opened his dark-chocholate eyes, squinting them against a momentary dizzy spell, trying to locate his brother at the same time, and comforting relief waved through him when the familiar shape of his twin came into his lightly blurry visual range. But, blurry or not, Nikolai was close enough for Damien to see the cover of the book he was holding. A surge of strong nostalgia overtook his heart at that moment, and a shaky half-sigh, half-laugh drew it's way past his lips. Out of all the books and stories it entails, there's always this one around in a library. Especially THE Library.
"Just before he went down, he called to his crew: "It's obvious that my time has come, I'll let this ending ensue."" His hushed voice, silent in the face of the commotion but loud enough to be heard by the one who was supposed to hear him, sounded without his consent, quoting the story of one of the men both Parkers had taken on calling their childhood heroes. ""I've led an exciting nautical life, it would seem, and there's no better end than a death by the sea."" And as he spoke he found himself looking in his brother's eyes, trying to see past the mask his twin seems to have sculpted for himself over the years. Damien had been able to read his brother like an open tome and he was afraid that he isn't able to do so anymore. And that would shatter him, because knowing what his brother felt just by looking in his eyes had been proof of their sibling bond. Call him a melancholic sap, but that bond's very, very important to him, and if it's lost then so is half of his world.
((Always with the friggin' DRAMA. Just hit me now.))
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✷Peter Pan ✷
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"It boggles my mind." Peter lifted his head sleepily, questioning the voice in the room. He looked around until his eyes focused on the snake approaching him. "How did an elf of Faowind manage to fall from his grace and fall prisoner to simple humans and a mutt?" The elf jutted out his chin and his eyes held steadily with the snake's, though he spoke not a word. There was a growing fear in his heart, but, as always with Peter, this fear was hidden with a mask of bravery. "A disgracing little mishap, was it not. But mistakes are bound to happen at some point." The elf looked around for a good exit, but couldn't find an open one that Sombra wouldn't beat him to. He also realized that metal binding him to the wall would also stop him from going anywhere anytime soon. He tugged at them harshly, causing his wrists to cut a little on the sharp metal. Hissing in pain, he collected his body against the wall again. "It's alright, it's all right. Simply indulge this humble snake, would you? Might I have your name, young elven-kind?"
"Peter Pan," the redhead stated with a lack of his usual enthusiasm. In fact, he more so pouted it out than anything. The snake could probably get a hint of his age from his impatience and lack of focus. While 52 years old, the elf was still young for his age, approximately around 10 years old for the average human. Besides his mannerisms that clued at his age, Peter was pretty well-known in the elf community as being an elf with a lot of fight in him. "Don't need to ask who you are. There's not a lot of giant snakes roamin' the streets, ya know," Peter stated. While not truly panicked, the elf was getting frustrated with the stupid shackles on his wrists and ankles. Even if he was released from the restraints, it wasn't like he was about to run. The snake wasn't exactly easy to evade.... Then again, if he could get outside, all he would need is faith, trust, and pixie dust to escape his prison and return to the safety of the library.
[waiting on tangle for Hatter's post. @Blue: Peter had a piece of cloth wrapped around his mouth so he couldn't speak, but I thought I'd just pretend it wasn't there to make everything easier]
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((Ah, right- I'd forgotten about that. But yeah- we can pretend Sombra's lackeys removed it as they left him.))
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(I'm still here, annnd~
Bump~ I'm debating on adding a new character or not; Seeing that I already have two, I'm not exactly sure if it would be best. [The character, of course; would take the king's side, seeing that there are a low ammount of characters on that little side.] So, neayeah.)
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(Okay so everyone except Husky and Yuki are still involved. Alright. I'll edit this post later but this is pretty much everyone whose still involved. At least we didn't loose everyone right?
Also Blacki, it is completely your choice. You can have as many characters as you want as long as you're able to keep up with them -nods- I think that we'll settle a limit on 5 though -nods-)
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[BUMP! Don't let this die, guys! =( ]
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((I'll post once Damien has something to react to as well, me promise))
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(So sorry for like- basicly delaying the entire roleplay. I'm sure you thought I'd enter my character appliaction and whatnot, but I guess I'm gonna wait abit before throwing the newer one into this. Anyway, I'll post now- to make sure this will continue be alive.
Sorry if I get anything wrong in this too- It was typed in a sort of 'lazy rush' because I just /need/ to post anyway.)
Work-In-Progress [Unfourtantly]
Glen Ballard couldn't help but debate on weither or not to join the strange crowd consisting of what seemed to be two humans, a mad-man with quite the top hat, and well- Ikar, the immense tiger himself. The mere fact that he was thinking something through before approaching others was quite astonishing though, for like a lot of cats seemed to be; Glen Ballard was proud, and when you were as proud as that peculiar feline, you felt as if you could go ahead and walk anywhere you want, even if that certain place you want to walk was reserved for much greater creatures. But even if he did choose to think something out before going ahead and doing it- well, it tended to end up with the same conclusion that going ahead and barging right into it did; He always went, and never thought much of it even though he had thought it out at all.
And so that was why he was jumping from Tuck's shoulder and clambering up onto one of the bookshelves, claws unseathed as they hooked desperatly onto the wooden surface- almost assuring the feline that he would not fall, and even if he did- well, surely Mr. Friar would make a wonderful cushion. He repeated this process of several times- well, three would summurise that up far better. After all, the creatures in which he was interested in were not far off- no, not at all.
"I do hope you don't mind my intruding," the feline meowed, looking down at the lot (They were not nearly as interesting as he had hoped them to be, mostly a couple of humans). He did not intend on jumping down from the safety of his book-shelf perch; well, not until Tuck finnally got the hell over here- hopefully that would be soon. The fool seemed to have been taking his time all day. The entire reason why these fools would be even nearly as fascinated by dusty old straps of leather with pages in between eluded the cat; it was nearly the same thing over and over again. Only a few were actually interesting and worth the time as it was.
As seemingly blind as Tuck might be, he wasn't quite as near-sighted to not notice that Glen Ballard was dodging through the air, paws landing in such a careful and precise manner on the top of bookshelves and just stray books which had been carelessly placed there. However, even if the feline moved in such a pace that you would suspect a cat would move in, curious, or not, the 'owner' of this felidae could easily tell that Glen Ballard was, indeed, interested in something about three or four aisles away from himself. "Typical. . he always like stuffing his nose into something. Important or not." The thoughts entered his mind as he began his descend towards Glen Ballard's own destination (By the look of it, the feline had already reached it. The way he was crouched over the edge of the bookshelf and what not.) Quite astoundingly, he did not bother grabbing a random book and flipping through the pages as he had done so before- wasting 'valuable' time (Even if the meeting had not even been called- speaking of which, hopefully that would begin in due time, even if Ikar had already been late.)
Walking past three aisles wasn't exactly a hard thing to do- nor was it time-consuming. Unless you said hello to every living creature and quickly flipped through every book you managed to catch sight of on your way, both of these were two things that Tuck Friar didn't bother doing. Glen Ballard was probably getting impatient now, unless what he was orginally interested in was keeping him quite occupied at the moment. Unless of course. . the thing he was interested in could not be categorised as 'interesting'. It was basicly just three humans, none in which Tuck recongnised from a description or anything of the sort. How Glen Ballard was even interested in these people before? The only explanation would be that it was a 'random cat thing'.
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[I'm all for continuing, but I need Blue and Tangle to reply to me before I can post]
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[*Scuttles in* ouo Hellu. I don't suppose this rp is still open for another application? ;u; I'd like to join if you guys still have space! (If so I'll edit this post into an application later)]
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(Yes, its still open. We're kinda slow atm but I'm sure new blood will pick us up once more! So feel free to join!
I'll get a post up when I can. I recently fell under a baaaad funk which resulted in some horrid things however I'm getting the help I need and will continue onwards.)
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((Oh yes, yes, fresh blood will grant more life to this wondrous creation which is Fated of Faowind~! We've all been pretty bloody dead, what with school and other issues and FeralHeart going downdowndown for those couple days, but yeeeeeah, we'll get back on track~))
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(Hello,I'd like to join aswell^^)
(http://i1249.photobucket.com/albums/hh504/Arrinanna/georgie.jpg)
"All of my life,I was in hiding,wishing there was someone just like you...
(http://i1249.photobucket.com/albums/hh504/Arrinanna/lucy.jpg)
Now that you're here,now that I've found you...
(http://i1249.photobucket.com/albums/hh504/Arrinanna/pretty.jpg)
I know that you're the one to pull me throught..."
First name:Adriana
Surname:Evans
Age:19
Gender:Female
Race:Human
Class:Animagus
Personality:Shy|Listener|Insecure|Curious|Brave|Generous|Optimist|Focused|Stubborn
?Shy
Since childhood,Adriana had a shy nature.She didn't have many friends due to her silent-type and finds hard to talk to new people she meets.She prefers to listen rather than talking.Usually,when in a conversation with a stranger,she tries too avoid looking directly into their eyes,thing that she is trying to get rid of.
?Listener
Adriana is a patient girl,and this is way no matter what and how much a person is talking,she will not intrerrupt him or her.She pays heed of every word,and thinks twice before contradicting someone.
?Insecure
For Adriana,it's hard to take a decision on her own,and will need someone of trust in order to help her realise the possible mistake she can do in her actions.
?Curiosity
Her curiosity knows no bounds,this is why she mostly gets into trouble without wanting to.Telling her something not to do or trying to hide something from her will only result in having her pestering you with questions.
?Brave
This trait helps her alot as she shows no fear,regardless the situation.She will rather take a weapon and fight than rather run away,leaving others behind,just to save her own life.Her bravery may sometimes lead to sacrifice.
?Generous
Adriana will give everything most precious to her,even her life for a friend just to save him or her.She prefers to be only her the one who suffers than rather see other lacking of food,clothes etc. who endure pain.
?Optimist
Even in tought situations,where it's clearly no way out,Adriana still hopes for the best,and won't give up.In order to calm herself,she is looking at the bright side of the events,and the avantages she has.
?Focused
Adriana always remains focused on one objective untill she's done with it.She sees this as a disadvantage for her because it tends to make her angry on people who are getting in her way.
?Stubborn
She's not proud at all of this trait althought in many times,it helped her.There's absolutely nothing that can make her quit untill she gets very convincing proofs that there's nothing more that can be done.
?Likes
Reading,Animals,Forests,Music,Singing,Drawing,The Forest of Faowind.
?People that consider themselves a-know-them-all,math,fights,cities,bugs,reptiles.
History:
Adriana was born in Romania,Europe.She was the second child and the youngest member of the Evans family,having a brother,David,2 years older than her.Her family is rich,yet she carried a normal life.Of what she understood fro her parents,when she was born,she was very sick,and no matter how many money her parents offered the doctors,there was little they cold do for her.She was very close near death when a miracle happened and was healed.She always thanked God of this because she wouldn't have been alive up till now.She has the same personality of her father but the looks of her mother,whilst her brother had the looks of their father but the personality of their mother.
Other information:
She went one day into the park to relax when she noticed a fox(Frida) who was lurking nearby.Knowing foxes weren;t living anywhere nearby,she followed it,untill the foxed stopped.After an eye-contact,she lost consciousness and a few moments later,she woke up in the forest of Faowind.She found out of her abbility to shift into a puma.
Loyalty:
She's loyal to Frida and travels around the forest,making sure enemies don't lurk around.
Faceclaim:Georgie Henley,known as Lucy from the Narnia Chronicles.
For Faowind!
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(Fantasyna, accepted! You can jump into the rp right away and I shall add Adriana to the list~ Welcome to Faowind!)
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[[ Oh my sprinkles *u*! Welcome to the resistance, Fantasyna! Lovely see another human/animagus. Do enjoy your time here!~
But also, here's an early welcome to you Genesis9!~]]
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(Welcome to the roleplay, Fantasyna~ I'm Glad to see this is slowly coming back to life, thought it was a little dead for a short moment- but eh, something this awesome surely wouldn't fade that quickly.)
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((Oh weew, awesome, new member~! I like you, I like you a lot~. And one reason for that is that Adriana shapeshifts into a puma and my Damien shapeshifts into a cougar and puma and cougar is the same animal, woohoo~! Puma buddies for the win~!))
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Adriana Evans
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"All of my life,I was in hiding,wishing there was someone just like you...
(http://i1249.photobucket.com/albums/hh504/Arrinanna/lucy.jpg)
Now that you're here,now that I've found you...
(http://i1249.photobucket.com/albums/hh504/Arrinanna/pretty.jpg)
I know that you're the one to pull me throught..."
Adriana was lieing on her back,watching as the shining sun was slowily going down,giving the sky a shade of orange,fading away into black every minute.Soon,the stars will appear on the sky.Since childhood,the sky during nighttime was fascinating for her,she would often see shooting stars gliding across the dark sea and pray for a wish.The sound of water nearby reached to her ears and Adriana felt a sudden dry in her mouth.When did I drink last time?she was wondering.Well,better go take a few sips before it's getting too dark.She quickly got up and shook some leaves off her brown hair and guided by the murmur of water,she found herself in front of a spring.There was nobody around.
The cold water reinvigorated her and after four sips,she was ready to go.Adriana could still hear the good-night songs the birds were singing before they could go hide in their shelter as many predators in the Faowind Forest were roaming in the dark.She had the feeling that she was watched but couldn't tell for sure if it was just her imagination as the shadows that were taking over were confusing her.Having nothing else to do,Adriana took her favourite book from her bag,she took a sit at the trunk of a tree nearby the spring and began reading.This was the best way she could relax,that untill the last source of light shall vanish and she won't be able to read anymore.The muscle of the tree(I think this is what you call in english that green thingy on the tree's trunk) was keeping her warm.Soon,the sky turned completely black,and the beautiful,pale moon made its appearance on the sky along with her attendants,the stars.
Every letter on the book's pages vanished.Adriana closed the book and put it back in her bag.She was very tired after such a long day and soon fell asleep,althought the slightest sound could woke her up.
(Thankiez guys for the big welcome ^^.I'm trying to integrate the character into the RP despite her being shy.Also,Genesis,nice app^^)
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[[@Fanasyna: The only green content on there tree (that aren't leafs) which I could think of are either moss, algae, lichens, or fungi. xD. As lil' Adriana was around the tree trunk, in technical terms, would be near the roots that sometimes are covered with the green stuff.]]
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Genisis! Accepted, lovely characters! AND RED HEARTS! YES! I shall add you to the list in a sec)
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(Welcome Genesis!those two are interesting characters!Also,SoaringAway,thank you for explaining ^^.I've been reading the other posts and found out there's a meeting in The Great Library.But I'm not sure how to get Adriana there because of two reasons:she never left Faowind Forest,and apparently she doesn't know about it))
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((*latey late-late* YAY I'm not the only person roleplaying a character belonging to a House anymore~! Would be interesting to see a possible interaction between the little Red Hearts spy/overseer crow and the *so not boasting*ominous and rather gigantic Yellow Diamond king anaconda. The two of them seem pretty equal to me, yay~. *honestly, the only reason why I'm not posting is because I combine my two RPed characters in one forum post and Damien has nothing to respond to at the moment. I will post once he has.*))
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Thank you so much Tangler! And thank you to everyone else for the warm welcome, I'm really looking forwards to roleplaying out meh characters with you guys :> And that interaction between Mendax the Diamond king sounds interesting! It's good that at least one other person has a house character anyways ;u;
Before I start, I was just wondering about who is the leader of the Red Hearts? Could it possibly be the Queen of Hearts if there isn't a set character in mind and might I play her as a minor character? >3> Also, Tangler! Where is your Icon from! xD I keep meaning to ask you about it and I keep forgetting!! I must knowwww *u*))
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(X3 I can't wait to rp with you as well.
So first, Fantasyna, I can have Frida stumble across her if you'd like. She and Erin are still in the forest (I'm pretty sure) and then that'll make more interaction stuff for you as well as Soar.
Genisis, I would like it ot be Queen of Hearts as their leader, that was the whole idea for it originally. So yes, you may. I'd love to have another leader played out.
And the icon is Rabbit from Steam Powered Giraffe. I have a thread here on FH about them, they're an amazing band. Here's the link http://www.feral-heart.com/index.php?option=com_jfusion&Itemid=2&jfile=index.php&topic=32937.0 (http://www.feral-heart.com/index.php?option=com_jfusion&Itemid=2&jfile=index.php&topic=32937.0) For omre infomrmaton they have their own website.)
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(I like the idea Tangler,I'll wait for your post then ^^. The Queen of the Hearts remembers me of Snow White alot,cool!)
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SOMBRA SITH
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What slid forth from the long-bodied reptile's throat was a sound as smooth as the nightly breeze and as sandpaper grating against stone at the same time. A chuckle, that's what it was. An honest-to-goodness, amused chuckle of the snake sort. "Ah." Sombra laughed. "Of course. Feisty young Peter Pan, causing mischief to the Houses. Well-educated, so I see." Sly and level, smooth as always, the voice of the Yellow King wasn't loud, but it was clearer than clear in this pristine, well-organized, massive room the anaconda called his quarters. An abode fit for a king indeed.
"Quite a lot of my subordinates have voiced their distaste towards you. Makes it a wonder why none of them recognized you upon your arrival, but those are humans for you." A chuckle again, shortened as it was while the snake turned away from his little guest-captive, slithering up towards the desk- or mainly towards the cylindrical container which bore the red and black colors and emblems of the Red Hearts. A parchment inside, judging by the weight he'd felt and by the feistiness the late lap-dog of Rayth's opposed towards the whole matter of Sombra "confiscating" it. "It would be only logical for me to present you unto my Yellow Diamonds and observe what they would do to you as payback for all the trouble you've caused. It would be entertaining to see how you, with no means of valid escape, would bare through it." Thus showed the open and honest side of the snake, the side which, after being witnessed, presents if but a glimpse of just why the Yellow King is so feared even amongst his own people. And it's not because of his species or size only, mind you.
"Alas!" A joyful tone, sudden and louder than his previous words, a bright and coy smile brightening his scaly visage, his dark eyes shone amber in the light and angle after he'd snapped his torso around in a full 180 degree turn, facing Peter once again.. "Alas, you are so very young. Still so much to learn, still so many realizations to receive. Oh yes, aligning yourself with humans is rather... peculiar, but you appear to be a smart one. So I, in my good and noble will, shall trust you to make the right choices when the time comes, and instead of presenting you as a punching bag for my subordinates, I shall personally escort you back to the Library. Though." He'd gone closer to the green-clad elf, his head so close that his tongue needed just an inch to be capable of fully touching the young elven-kind's nose as it flickered out. His gaze, though not fully devoid of jollyness prior, was now as comforting as a bolted steel door could be when you reside on the wrong side of the cell. "Though pay heed and pay it well. Young as you may be, not making any rash and sudden decisions will be truly in your own favor." Came the indirectly told promise, a silent semi-vow of not holding back with the damage if Peter would try to flee him, and these words were said while the massive anaconda's flexible tailtip fumbled with the shackles keeping the elf fastened to the wall, twisting the lock compartments until they clicked open.
DAMIEN
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Go sit down, go sit down. Is he honestly giving off the vibes of an obedient poodle here? Yes, yes, five- three- eight years have passed and all but Nikolai should still know him better. Though, admittedly, standing- or semi-standing, as he was, didn't feel all too good, and he was leaning rather heavily against a larger pile of books, one hand pressing against the stitched wound. Damien glanced down at the bloodstained area of his coat with distaste, some disappointment and a sort-of sense of relief. That had been his favorite coat, not to mention the freaking suit. They hadn't cost a little, mind you- but he figured it's a sort of chance to freshen up. Because really, he's been wearing the same clothes for three years straight and they're not filthy and ragged and all other sorts of wrong only because being an Animagus has it's perks.
Speaking of animals, it seemed like Damien had grown familiar enough with the age-old tiger during his stay at the Tree Spirit Colony that he'd grown to know when the vast being is looking at him, loosely or not. The light burn of Ikar's pointed look, one which he felt more than saw, was still a persistent force on the back of his nape, but his attention focused on this rather sophisticated-looking cat, and his twin talking to said cat. "Glen Ballard?" Came the raggedy twin's voice as he repeated the cat's apparent name after his brother said it, his tone a bit breathy but more curious and casual than, say, tired. "Can't hear names like that every day now can you, especially if their origins come from the Beginning itself. Read it on a history of magic book, it had this name section thingy- oh bugger" And here went his hopes of remaining motionless, leaning on this book pile. The one bloody cookbook he'd supported his elbow against had just so happened to bloody move and he'd happened to bloody stumble and nearly bloody fall and goshdangit.
"Ugh, to bloody hell with this." And with that Damien, officially not giving a flying shit about anything, changed form on the spot. Where once he stood as a roughened-up bloke clad in a bloody coat and suit now stood a rather disheveled but still massive cougar. The stitches on his side were pretty damn visible in this form, but at least it's a bit easier to avoid accidentally tearing something off like this. The sorcerer let out an audible, heavy sigh of relief as he sat himself down, the uncomfortable pressure ailing his side previously being all but gone at the moment and it felt really bloody good. The cougar curled his long, puffy tail at his paws, shoulders loosing their tension as he straightened his neck, vibrant dark-chocholate eyes gazing up at the cat, Glen Ballard, once again. Oooh, he'll have to maintain this form for a while, it feels so much better like this. And he doesn't really have to fear about aggravating the wound or pulling the stitches- though yeah, it's best if he just sits for now. Rest, rest is always good.
((Aaaaand we are back in game, ladies and gentlemen~! It feels good to roleplay my babies again- and lookit that! No drama! FINALLY. Oooooh yes, this feels good. At least it's a little light in the dullness that is my life right now because my dog is at the vet clinic and will have to stay there for three more days until stuff is fully certain. God I miss that little bugger...))
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A sliver of dust trickled down from one of the rusting bricks of a precariously leaning tower nearby, and scattered its remnants into the chill wind that softly moaned as it weaved its way through the crumbling city, whispering around a dark figure as it huddled nearby a dying fire within an empty oil barrel, his hands chaffed and cracked as he rubbed his hands together slowly before drawing back and sitting down on a low wall. There were others there, all clad in red and black, with handsome but wicked faces as they chatted aimlessly amongst one another in their little corner of the town. Broken glass, rubble and shredded paper littered the ground around them, but they cared not. Most of it came from them and one even added a bone to the collection of oddities after he ripped off the last shred of meat from it, one of the wild city dogs immediately leaping from the shadows to try and snatch it up before another barreled into its side, resulting in a loud and vicious scarper, which caused the men to laugh heartily and cheer on the dogs, goading them to fight even more by throwing in some more scraps for them to fight over. There was one, however, that did not partake in the event, and the young man with snow white hair crossed his arms and turned away from the sight, his dull, empty red eyes gazing out over the city, his face harboring a slightly displeased look about it.
"Does the antics of your fellow Cartels displease you?" asked the nasally voice of Mendax, the crow that was currently resting upon his shoulder. Cipher, a man of 21 now, did not reply and merely leaned against a nearby crumbling wall. The Crow, with his throat emblazoned with red feathers in the shape of a heart, ruffled his wings and batted the boy across the head. "Don't ignore me. When I ask you a question, I expect it answered." he said quietly, tightening the grip of his claws and causing Cipher to shift uneasily. Even though it didn't really hurt, the crow had an eerie presence, and Cipher knew better than to deny him. "Our job is to sell the stock, not goad wild dogs into battle for our own amusement" he muttered, his voice cold and devoid of any anger or annoyance, despite his clear displeasure with the other Cartels. Glancing over his shoulder, his eyes rested on a few low edged boxes that contained about a dozen odd bottles each. The contents within them swirled like a cloud, yet sometimes they almost seemed more liquid than gas, despite how they floated a few millimeters off the bottom of their containers. Today, most of the bottles held a dark red substance, that seemed to crackle with electricity now and again. It was Rage. Nobody wanted to buy rage nowadays. All they wanted was courage and peace and, of course. Euphoria. Anything really to help the sad and frightened little lives of the humans and animals that would come and buy from them, what with this impending war. Cipher wasn't even sure that there was going to be a war. The Queen most certainly did not believe it, so why should he?
"Well. The others are no doubt bored, people like them have short attention spans after all. We've all been out here for the better half of the night, and not a single customer has shown up." said Mendax airily, turning around so that he could watch the fight as well, and gave a 'quork' of approval as the first dog finally bit the second so hard it ran howling into the ruins, allowing the victor to collect its prize. "It's because we're selling Rage." said Cipher dully. "Hmm. No doubt. I suppose that means I can trust you enough to leave you with the others will I go and take care of a few things?" murmured Mendax and Cipher frowned, his eyes downcast as he nodded. "Good." Flapping up to stand on Ciphers head, which gave the other sellers another reason to loud obnoxiously loud he called their attention. "I must depart. Take your wares and scour our end of the city. Then return to the Castle." he cawed loudly before taking off and soaring through the dark city, but not before giving Cypher a good scratch on his scalp as a warning.
"Ah, finally. Nice to not have the Liar about to watch over us anymore." grinned one of the men, Milandru was his name, as far as Cipher could remember. "Aye. But I don't think it's us he was watching don't chya know." sneered another grizzled cartell, shooting a obvious look over to where Cipher was standing as the young man kneeled down and started collecting his own stock, his hand pausing at the single bottle of Peace, which held a swirling white substance, before he slowly placed in among the others. Milandru hooted loudly at that. "Ha-HA. Shoulda known. The boys so quiet I often forget he's here. Oi, Cipher! How long has it been since you've been off the stuff ehhh?" he asked, meandering over to where Cipher was, and the young man slowly stood up to face him, his expression blank, but he slid on foot to the side ever so slightly, preparing for trouble. "I asked you a question, human." snapped Milan and he pressed a finger painfully into the center of Ciphers chest, right over the black heart of their household. "A month." replied Cipher quietly and Milandru let his hand drop as he leered at him. "A month eh? Too long, I think. Here..." he reached into his coat pocket and drew out a tiny vial, one that was swirling with a deep purple substance, and Ciphers eyes widened ever so slight, causing the cartel to grin wickedly. "Thought we were out of the stuff, didn't you? Na, I was saving this for a special customer you see." he said airily, waving the vial around in front of Ciphers face. "You mean for your ex, don't you Mil?" gawfed the grizzled vendor and the others laughed as Milandrue scowled. "Never you mind. You see the point is, I'm willing to sell you this." he continued, his eyes shinning and Cipher shook his head slowly. "I don't want it." he said, but his fingers twitched involuntarily. Sometimes his addiction got the better of his cold minded logic, and Milandrue did not fail to notice it. "Are you sure?" he asked, and opened the bottle cap, which caused Cipher to step back so quickly that he tripped over some discarded rubble and dropped a few of his own stock, causing the bottles to smash open, and allowing their contents to scatter to the wind. "No!" Cipher tried to grasp at the emotions but the flitted away and dissolved into nothingness, while the other Cartels laughed wickedly. Stashing the vial away, Milandrue gave him one last smirk before he turned on heel and walked away, joining the other cartels as the vanished into the city, their laughs ringing unpleasantly in Ciphers ears.
If he could feel, Cipher might have cursed them, and shouted profanities after the Cartels into the night, or perhaps he might have wept. It's hard to say really. As it was, he slowly picked up the shattered pieces of glass and looked at them for a long while before letting them drop and getting to his feet. He'd have to charge extra for the stock he did have, otherwise the Queen would notice if he failed to meet his quota. Despite his dislike of the Crow, a part of him had wished Mendax had staved off on his little trip to God knows where before leaving him alone with the others. He had never been treated well, but after he had been discovered as an addict the bullying had gotten a lot worse. Holding his hand over the place where his heart once had been, he looked down at the dusty ground before adjusting the strap around his neck that held up the box of emotions, and headed off in the opposite direction.
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Adriana Evans
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"All of my life,I was in hiding,wishing there was someone just like you...
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Now that you're here,now that I've found you...
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I know that you're the one to pull me throught..."
Silence easily spread across the forest,only the crickets could make their presence felt as their fair sounds were heard there and there.At this time,Adriana was supposed to be at The Children of Ikar's headquarters.All members that didn't had a home in Faowind lived there.Since she was brought here,she learned to call that place "home".But she wanted to stay in the forest,atleast this night,even herself couldn't tell why.She was aware of the dangers that could harm her during night time,Faowind Forest was no longer a safe place that you didn't needed worry of anything.
A rustle of leaves woke up Adriana,but did not alarmed her untill a figure that resembled one of a fox jumped in front of her.She was ready to leave out a scream if the figure wouldn't have shouted her name with a voice she heard before.Adriana quickly recognised the familiar face she had not seen from a long time."Oh,Miss Frida,you scared me!she giggled.She was excited to meet a good friend she made here in Faowind,that helped her alot,even in getting over her shyness a little.
"It's a suprise seeing you out here,don't you know it's dangerous coming out in the dark!"the vixen scolded her.Adriana let her eyes down,knowing of the mistake she has done and was aware of it but ignored it.Frida always told her to be extremely careful,especially when the entire Faowind was in a situation like this.For her,the female fox was like a mother,just like she was for every human she brought here,this is why they all grew fond of her.Adriana always listened to her and paid heed of her words because it would come in handy later."I'm sorry...I know it's dangerous.I promise I won't do it again."she apologised as the vixen regained back her bright smile.
Just then,Adriana realised it wasn't just her and Frida around.Throught the thick darkness,Adriana noticed somebody else who accompanied the vixen along the way,it appeared to be a girl about her age."Who is she?she asked her friend."This lady here with me is Erin,she doesn't speak but she's got a board to write with".As the fox jumped off,Adriana got up and let out a smile towards Erin."H-hello Erin,I'm Adriana,glad to meet you".she said with a trembling in her voice.We're heading to the city to see Ikar.There's a meeting with Hatter that is going on".said Frida who appeared to be worried because of delaying."Great,I'll come with you then."she said as she put her bag on her shoulder.The city's lights were able to be seen at the horizon.Adriana became excited once she heard that the meeting is held in The Great Library,she always wanted to see it even if she had to go throught the city.Soon,all three were ready to go.
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Finnaly, it seemed as if the black cat was recieving the attention in which had been neglected from him earlier; not even Tuck, who seemed to be easily fascinated by the felidae, would acknowledge his existance there for a moment. None the less, it was good to be sitting there, paws tucked underneath your chest and tail curled around your chest, and well- having twins paying you mind, but perhaps it would of been better if it had just been one of those twins. Twins, twins. The word almost spat the definition of 'opposites' upon whoever actually had a twin. But, well, the both of them- especially. . hmm, well, let's just say the one that didn't know the correct term for 'name section thingy' (To be honest, the apparantly 'wise old cat' didn't either; he hadn't a clue of what else it else it might of been called,) would provide as quite the entertainment for Glen Ballard. Ikar's words, for a god were not all interesting; the typical things in which you might expect from one who knows what is truly righteous, one in whom knew how to maintain order with not only power, yes, but boring and something Glen Ballard would of came up with himself, none the less.
"Yes, the name is Glen Ballard, introduce yourselves- and, what book did you read that had a 'name thingy' in it? The precise title, not 'history of magic'. The history of magic sounds boring-" It seemed as if books were getting in the way once more, falling all over the place. One would expect them to be capable of supporting a human in more than one way, for example, rather than reading material, using it as a wall to lean up against would probably be a bit more of a useful thing, now wouldn't it?! A lot of books weren't even that good reading anyway! However, it seemed as if they did serve the purpose of providing a bit more information on the people you were talking to. "Ah! So he's one of those. . transforming. . . . people-things," Well wasn't Glen quite the sleuth, finding out what no one could of dreamed of and not even knowing the damned actual term used when refering to 'one of those transforming people-things'?
Oh well, on with the conversation. At least now there would be something to talk about though- those stitches in which most certainly seemed as if recently placed there seemed quite bad, and of course; an interesting topic. The other brother would most likely not appreciate Glen Ballard focusing on mainly what had happened to Damien, but well, guess what? Glen Ballard could barely give a rat's ass about what half of the visitors of this meeting though about him and his manners. He didn't come there to impress anyone as it was, he came there because it had sounded interesting, and because Tuck was his portable pillow he had no intentions on loosing anytime soon.
"Nevermind the earlier comments- what about that little 'scar' ya got there? Seems recent, mind telling me the tale?" Yes, the stitches were most terribly visible when the current-cougar was in his. . well, cougar form would be the only other one could describe it. It was almost like a giant pole sticking out of a hay-stack; you couldn't miss it unless you were blind, and Glen Ballard was far from blind. . or, at least he thought his eye-sight was half decent.
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Dark wings flapped through the chill air as Mendax flew silently through the city. His beady black eyes glinting red whenever he passed by a lamppost that flickered dimly in the darkness. The crow knew this city like the back of his own claws, ever leaning building, even the most deepest parts of the crumbling town, he could get there without being seen or heard...all save that blasted library. Flaring his wings, he gave out a loud caw for his fellow crows to clear the way and landed among them. They were lesser crows, with bank, vacant expressions and dull witted features. The perfect guise to hide with really, the only thing that distinguished himself from the others (apart from his dashing good looks) were the red feathers below his throat, but all that was really needed there was a slight adjustment of the wing and he looked like just another of his black brothers, though any passer by who took the time to look up at a bunch of birds might hazard a guess that he was injured. Luckily, no one did.
There weren't many out tonight, the streets got dangerous after dark more often than naught, particularly in the Red Hearts section of the city. Anyone found wandering the cracked and meandering roads was often snatched up, and never seen again. Such was the way with the Queen. She had been demanding more soldiers and more slaves than ever before. Even though she insisted she didn't believe the King within the Labyrinth would strike, it was clear that she was still taking precautions, and not only for defense...blinking once, the Crow got back to the task at hand and waited a moment until he saw them, two seedy looking figures emerged from the shadows, one was leaning heavily on the other. No doubt drunk on one thing or another, and the pair teetered past completely un-aware of the watcher above them, who took flight and swooped down after them without a noise as the walked down the street, their voices so loud as they sung and jested together that the crow rolled his eyes before taking a perch on a protruding windowsill. "Oooeyy. Where-hahaha...where's the -eh- where's the rest of the guys eh?" asked the one that was leaning heavily on the other, a large, carefree smile on his face as he looked about. "Gone ahead no doubt. We missed the drop off." said the other with a sigh and he extracted himself from the firsts grip, leaning his friend against a wall while he waited in the middle of the street for something. The two of them were wearing bottle green attire, stitched haphazardly together with black thread that made up the symbols on their chests, a clover. "Ah. Ah I told-ya we ought to leave!" said the first, wagging a finger through the air before promptly falling over onto the sidewalk. "Ah, now look at you. Come on Nymer get up." muttered the Second, walking over to give the drunk a hand.
Mendax's eyes flashed darkly and he crouched low, spreading his wings ever so slightly as he scanned the mans body. There, in his pocket, was a rolled up scroll with a green and black ribbon tied loosely around the middle, the man was so pre-occupied with his friend that he didn't even notice how far out it had shifted and Mendax smiled before swooping down and scratching the second man across the eyes. "ARGH!" the man lost his balance and the two crashed down to the floor, but not before Mendax managed to swipe the scroll and took off into the air, crowing loudly in a mocking tone as the man screamed and shouted after him. "DAMN YOU CROW!" shouted the Clover, pushing Nymer off of him (who had fallen asleep and hadn't woken up despite the action) onto the ground with a thud. Mendax laughed and swooped up and up, heading above the tallest building before he at last leveled out and sailed smoothly through the sky, his prize clutched stately between his claws. He chuckled as he recalled the man's outraged expression, he'd have to thank Nymer for playing his part when he had the chance. No doubt a handful of silver would seem like a small price to pay for holding up the message bearer just long enough for them to miss the handoff. "The price is heavier than you may think though..." he said with a smile before he angled his wings and sailed lazily down through the air, his dark, bright eyes spying a white haired figure sulking about on one of the lower streets and he slowed his descent just enough so that he could land on Ciphers shoulder without a sound.
"You're back early." remarked the young man, his voice empty as he continued walking. Ciphers hands were cut up and bleeding a little and Mendax leaned forwards to get a better look at them. "Trouble?" he asked, giving the human a quizzical look that was no doubt lost on the empty soul, and Cipher slipped his hands into his pockets. "No." he said deftly. "I cut my hands on some broken glass." Damn the boy. It was impossible to tell weather he was lying or not, but Mendax had a feeling that this time he was leaving something out. "Where are your wares?" he asked, continuing the conversation as though he suspected nothing. "Sold." "/All/ of them?" quorked Mendax and a slight frown appeared on Ciphers face. "Do you see any more?" he retorted, holding out his cut up hands again and Mendax shrugged. The cuts were made from glass. There was truth in that at least. "Take me back to the castle." he commanded, hopping on one foot to adjust his position while the other gripped the scroll tightly. Ciphers dull red eyes flicked to the object. "What is that?" he asked and Mendax cuffed him over the head. "It's not your place to ask. Now go, and run." he added, his expression careful as he looked over his shoulder. Although Cipher was well into the Queens territory, there were always spies about. But with Cipher, he knew he would be safe. Although the boy was a little brain dead, he was a killer, even if he didn't believe it himself. The crow had seen it.
Cipher nodded and broke out into a jog before picking up speed and running as fast as he dared in the broken and twisting city, his cut up hands brushing against torn walls whenever he rounded a corner until at last the buildings started to fall away as they opened up into what once might have been a massive city park. Now, it was just hedges. Hedges upon hedges that seemed to sprawl out endlessly before him. Centered in the middle, arose a gigantic red castle, with black iron gates and precariously tilting towers with points so sharp they looked like huge spears, rising up out of the ground. It would seem that the Queen had taken a leaf out of King Rayth's book (even though she always insisted it was her idea in the first place) as there was literally a maze that needed to be navigated through to reach the entrance to the fabled 'bleeding castle'. It was said that the walls were a dull sort of grey once, and that the Queen had ordered for the blood of the executed to be used as a layer of paint to make the castle into what it was today.
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Cipher didn't pause long to look at it though and entered the maze with Mendax upon his shoulder. It split immediately, but Cipher reached up and pricked his finger on one of the thorns of a white rose. The thorn seemed to take a sip of his blood before the rose suddenly turned red and the hedges pulled back smoothly, revealing a long pathway that led straight to the castle. As he rushed forwards, the hedges grew smoothly back into place before growing still with a shudder, and a few more white roses bloomed as it did so.
"Oo goes there?" called down a burly solider as Cipher and Mendax reached the gates. The crow spread a single wing to indicate he would speak. "Mendax, the Queens informant. Now open these doors!" he cawed up loudly and the solider pursed his lips before giving the signal. The gates let out an awful shriek as they opened, as the bars were covered in rust, and there was little question as to how that had happened. Looking up to the tips of the spiked gates, Mendax narrowed his eyes at the sight of the rotting heads that had been speared upon them. Blood seemed to be flowing freely from the one closest to them, and the red ran down in little spiderweb-like lines to the very floor. It was a normal sight, here at the castle, and nothing out of the ordinary. Ruffling his feathers, he urged the boy forwards. "I want you to take me to the Queens throne room. You know the way." he said quietly as they passed through the main courtyard. A raised platform took up the center, and atop it rested a stone block, one end so stained with blood it had long ago turned black. But tonight, at least, there was no beheading. It seemed that he and Cipher had already missed out on the days events.
The Throne Room was located in the very center of the castle, on the main floor. Huge double doors that stretched all the way to the ceiling were wrought in black iron, with the houses symbol carved into them over and over, creating a beautiful, if not dark, pattern. The doors were thrown wide open tonight, and a long, blood red carpet ran down the center of the room, all the way to the end, where the Queen of Hearts sat upon her silver throne. Cipher knew better than to walk down the length of the hall, and he merely bowed, until Mendax took off and flew past a multitude of armored guards until at last he landed at the Queens feet, and bowed as well, spreading his wings wide in respect. "Your Majesty." he said before looking up at her. The Queen was positioned lazily upon her seat, a slender silver mirror held daintily in her right hand as she rested it upon her lap. Holding out her other hand, which was white as snow, she beckoned for him to come to her. "Ah, my darling Crow! What have you brought me?" she asked, her voice girly and high pitched. "The Green Clovers accounts, my Queen. All in tact." he said with a grin, flapping up to drop the scroll in her hand before perching atop her shoulder. He was the only creature she had ever allowed to touch her and it was clear the Queen adored him. "Ohhh, thank you my clever raven." she sighed, scratching the crook in his neck before breaking the seal on the scroll and unfolding the parchment. Her dark, beautiful eyes scanned the paper feircly, before she suddenly crumpled the paper and stood up so fast that Mendax was dislodged from his perch with a squak of surprise. "Not enough." she said. "My Queen?" inquired on of the soldiers beside her, all of them taking a wise step back in preparation for what was to come. "NOT ENOUGH!" she screamed at the solider, throwing the crumpled paper squarely at his head before stepping down onto the main floor, her face turning pink with rage and the markings that had once graced her with a ethreal sort of beauty now turned a blood red, as though she was bleeding from the corners of her mouth and eyes. "OH HANG THEM. HANG THEM ALL AND THEN OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!" she screamed in rage, wringing her hands in mid air, her eyes burning so bright they glowed in the dim light of the hall, and Cipher, who had smartly backed up out of the room, could have sworn the Queen had sparks flying from her mouth as she raged.
"Your Majesty. Please calm down." said Mendax soothingly "Now. What is the matter?" he asked and the Queen fell gracefully to her knees, looking crestfallen and she waved for the paper to be brought forwards. "Those wicked Green Clovers don't have nearly enough money in their treasury for what I need." she sniffed, wiping the corner of her eyes as black tears started to stream from them. Mendax hopped carefully forwards over to where she knelt and peered down at the scroll. "Hmm. Well surely we have enough in our own treasuries-" he started but was cut off as the Queen let out a wail and fell dramatically to the floor, burying her head in her hands. "But that's MY money!" she sobbed, black tears now streaming freely from her eyes and Mendax gave a nod for two of her handmaidens to approach. They each had their hair cut as short as it would go and scars decorated every inch of their visible skin. One was missing an eye. "Help her." said the Crow and the pair lifted the Queen up and helped her to stand, before they guided her back to the throne and let her sit down. "Ohhhh-look what they did! They made me cry! AHHHH!" the white lady picked up the slender silver mirror that was reflecting her image and threw it so hard that it smashed to pieces when it hit a nearby pillar.
"I want them dead, all of them DEAD!" she screamed, flicking instantly back into her rage and her pale white hands gripped the ends of the armrests as she took on the most fearsome of all her expressions. It wasn't just a tantrum, it was a focused sort of fury. "Soldiers!" she commanded and immediately all of the Red Hearts that had been standing by in the great hall stood to attention, their faces turned towards their Queen in rapt attention. "We had originally planned to sack the Clovers headquarters and rob them of all their gold and silver. But no longer. Tomorrow will dawn the end of that wretched house, they have been a thorn in my side for FAR too long! Will will burn every Green coloured creature we can find, and may their red blood prove that the Hearts will rule this city!" she shouted, her voice carrying across the hallway and a loud cheer rose up, which made the Queen smile ever so slightly. "Mendax. Recall all of my Cartells. I want every able bodied Heart to assist in this attack." she commanded as she rose to her feet and the crow bowed.
"As you wish. But if I may..." he fluttered up to her shoulder once more as she walked out of the throne room and down a main hall towards her chambers, a entourage of servants and guards made up of humans and animals alike following her every step. "There are whispers going about the city, I've had my own informants mention that the Hatter might be rallying his troops, and that Ikar...may be involved." he said, his voice low. "Let them scheme all they like and spew this nonsense about an impending war. That little group cannot compare to the power of this household, nor will they stand in the way of claiming what is rightfully mine. Once all this is over, and the other three houses are ashes, they will be next on my list, and I'll wear the Hatters hat as my crown while I watch his head bleed out upon the spears. Next to the Tigers head as well, for all I care of that 'God'." she sneered. "Bold words indeed." replied Mendax darkly and the Queen smiled evenly, deftly wiping away the black tears that stained her face like some sort of oil. "Since when have you expected anything less? Go." she said and Mendax departed without another word, his wings beating through the air as he soared through the great red halls of the castle, and back out into the night.
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((*decided to comment while patiently waiting for Tangle to post and thus allowing myself to post* I reallyreallyREALLY hope I'll get a chance to interact with your characters, Genesis. Your style is amazing and so awesomely intricate, it's like reading a top-notch fanfic. And the EXCITEMENT, ooooh. And the Red Hearts preparing to destroy the Green Clovers~! Oh, this is really something~. And indeed, the Yellow King does happen to be a curious snake there~))
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OMG Genesis,that's a big post,I'm sure it took you hours to write and it's awesome!Keep up the good work :D))
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Thanks guys! I was inspired while writing it so it was sort of a non stop thing until it was finished, I just really wanted to introduce the Queen and get some movement going in the city :> I really hope the others post soon, I'd love for some interaction with anyone's characters really xD I feel like I'm kinda off doing meh own thing atm))
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Momentarily, the ginger was confronted with the sight of a human. For the first time in the time spent away in the forest, isolated from basically any life that spoke her language and possess bipedal features and poseable thumbs, there this girl was standing right before her! The giant just kept herself in the mist of the moment with her eyes darted from fox to human in the conversation. When her name was mentioned, she emitted a soft nod of acceptance at the young female and didn't make nay effort as to introductions or putting in any superficial effort to get "pleasant" with another. The night was drawing near but already the blood curding whispers of the rustling branches and the simple stroke of Death's wind caressing her neck had indulged her into a sort of panic that one the madmen may ever experience with heads turned down and smiles crowning it.
Erin drew her glance over the shorter human's head and frowned. Surely there was something drawing closer than the little children of the moon we know as her children. All the quizzical being from another world could do was patiently await for the party to move forth
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I'm always checking this role-play,waiting now for Tangler I guess?))
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(Yes it's my post. This week was drama city so I couldn't post. I also thought Soar was gonna post more lol -don't know why though/ just give me a bit. I have a lot of hw that needs to be done)
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[[ W-well, this is an honor. Thank you for putting trust into for even a temporary position of power.
As you mention the RP website that we have, we can work on side stories on the moment and leave the main storyline at hold until you can come back well and jolly. I'll get a thread opened up to start on the ideas involving the different locations/groups (Hatter Squad, Red House, etc.) I'll also put up a voting thread to see what would be the results of what is to come.
Also, get better dear. You need a break. ]]
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I got the decision making thread up in the Roleplay Crusaders. Every member can please go to vote so we can have a thorough discussion without flooding this thread. Also, if you have not registered, do so please. I'll be checking throughout the week to see who has and who has not. I will be sending those that have not a notice by the end of this week, particularly in the weekend as our activity during then is quite high.
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I'm just trying to get everything organized so we may continue having our fun experiences in the RP. If you have any issues regarding this, do PM me on this forum or the other. ]]
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(('M sorry for being so silent lately. I've gotten rid of sickness and am back in school and, guess what, exams are coming. Grade nine is when you get the most basic education in Latvia, and it is mandatory here. If I'll fail then it'll mean another year in ninth grade and I can't afford that so yeah. I'll try to post something here and manage my thoughts about the future of this RP, which I honestly support/will try to support until Tangle returns, but I got my main priorities. I'm sure you understand, guys.))
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[[ Update:
The rules of the side stories has been placed up and now you're free to RP all you wish to do in the forum of the Roleplay Crusaders.
The new "Writing Challenges" thread has been placed up. I will be placing up the rules shortly and if you want to register for the theme of the week (or something), please wait until further notice.
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It's alright, Blue. Most of Americans here have the same difficultly but instead of ninth grade, it is an additional four years of studies in order to get into a college/university. Best luck on your tests and real life events are weighted more than that of this RP. Do not fret on anything, dear. ]]
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good luck Blue on your exams,mine come next year(in 8th grade).I have also registered on the website and I'm really looking forward for continuing this RP.))
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[[ Reminder:
All of our activity has moved to the Roleplay Crusaders and we've already got an RP up! Don't be shy! Come on in and start writing out your hearts!
If you need help with a plot, you can post a plot idea in the "Tangled" section of the Faowind area to have others chip in to help or would like to participate. (The Tangled section also allows for relationship trees 8D! )
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(I am deeply sorry for the clog of OOC chatter going on but at the moment I have most likely uplifting news. I have returned. Even though I'm still not in the right mind, seeing as again I was tossed aside, I find that I have missed FoF terribly and wish to return. The school year is ending which means the increase amount of us taking tests as well as the arrival of summer! So. To celebrate my return, and a huge thank you to Kasai and Soar, Saturday I will post a revival post, which will hopefully bring FoF back to life. No worries though, it will still be what we are currently doing. However, I'm hoping it will bring everyone back. This is one of my favored rps and I wish for it to last quite awhile. So I look forward to everyone's return. See ya Saturday)
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((Again, I'd like to apologize for not doing anything. I would have, I really would have, but the end of the schoolyear brings much more work than previous schoolyears. Ninth grade is the last one in Latvia's basic official education, and I'm going towards the diploma. Regular studies ended this week, but the next four weeks will contain my four passing exams and graduation. But after June 14th, after I get my diploma, I will be all free. At least mostly. So yeah. I will try to participate in the RP actively though, even despite exams. Try being the keyword, but I will try.))
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(It's good to have you back Blue. I'm hoping that everyone will be back. I am deeply sorry that I caused the rp to die. But I will continue on with it for this is a very successful roleplay so far.
No one post after this until I get my roleplay post up. It means I'm going to double post but what'll happen is it'll be on a new page. The thread is 10 posts each page. It'll start fresh and get us back into business. So by 9:30ish EST the new post will be up. I'm currently revising some parts and finishing off Frida. So just wait guys. We'll be alive again once more. If you need to say something, pm me instead.
Again, thanks to Kasai and Soar who did there best to keep the rp alive their own way back on Roleplay Crusaders. I'm hoping we can still incorporate things that happen over there into here.
Anyways, see ya at 9:30EST)
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Adriana Evans
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"All of my life,I was in hiding,wishing there was someone just like you...
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Now that you're here,now that I've found you...
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I know that you're the one to pull me throught..."
It was hard to tell wherether the darkness that sunk the entire forest was their ally or enemy.It hid them from enemies despite the fact that not all foes couldn't see throught the dense black,but it also hid them the right path,only an animal or a Faowind one may have ventured without any problems.In her puma form,Adriana could handle it,as her eyes had a splendid nightvision.However,since she was new to the Animagus arts and haven't fully mastered it,she needed alot of energy and meditation.Practice was in the end,the only key.But now she could only rely on her human eyes.This is why she was glad to have Frida with them.The fox's simple presence was making Adriana stand tall against her fears and keep going on.
They continued walking throught the forest,having as their destination The Great Library,where they would probably be alot safer.A cold breeze made its presence felt along with the rustling of leaves.Frida suddenly stopped and with the help of her great instincts,she knew something fishy was going on."Frida,what's wrong?"she asked the vixen,seeing how worried she got."Adriana,take Erin and go.Now!whispered the vixen.They were clearily in danger,someone,or something,was following them."And you?"she replied,but received no anwer as the fox had already vanished,but she didn't needed her reply.She knew exactly what to do,she and Erin needed to continue their way to the library,but that was in town.From there,how could she have found it?I just need to find ourselves a way out of the forest,that would be a start.Maybe whatever is following us will lose our track once we get out of the woods.Frida,please be okay!She took a deep breath and looked at Erin,whose face could be barely seen."Come Erin!Try and stay close to me ,okay?"she said to her.Adriana started leading the way,her heart beating hard but capablle of holding her fear.They had to hurry!
After some minutes of walking in the dark,carefully looking around,hoping that nothing found them,Adriana saw a familiar figure and felt relieved when she saw Frida allright,running towards them."Thank goodness you're okay!What happened?"she said.But the fox was more worried than she was before."We have to hurry!Quickly,get to the city!"Adriana began running,without fearing she might accidentally trip,her blue eyes finally saw the exit of the forest and the city lights.But it wasn't over,not just yet.
welcome back,I'm so glad this RP revived yay!))
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(Yay knew character! Welcome to Faowind Okami! ;3 I shall add Grin to the list. Sadly you'll have to wait to post since we've created a post order. But till then we can roleplay on your chatango like you wanted before -nods-
If anyone one wants, in your posts mention Grin so Okami has an easier time jumping into the rp.)
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Adriana Evans
It's been some hours since she,Erin and Frida started their journey towards the library.The trees of the forest left behind were saying goodbye as they were dissapearing from sight.Soon,they entered in an open field and at its edge,the buildings were beggining to take shape.It wasn't long untill they'll evntually reach the entrance and Adriana could see for the first time how the "famous" city looked like.But she began to have her doubts on how welcoming this plaace could be.Sure,it was night,she didn't expected to see many people on the streets,but even from the distance,she could tell that the city was "surrounded" by chaos.And it was clear,she wasn't going to feel safe among the buildings,not until they'll reach The Great Library,where a meeting was held,with the wise Ikar aswell,but they surely were late,judging by how much time it passed since she met Frida and Erin.
Adriana noticed a figure who resembled to be the one of a human flying above them,accompanied by a sound similiar to the one of a bird.At the sound of it,Frida stopped and turned around,calling by name the shadowy figure.It reavealed to be a boy,more precisely an elf,althought Adriana never seen an elf before with the abbility to fly.His clothes were green-colored,wearing a small pointy hat.He was no foe,as Frida knew him.She thought that she knew him from somewhere aswell,possibly from the childhood stories her mother used to tell her before sleeping,but it's been too long since then.The vixen and Peter started discussing about safe routes they could choose so they could reach the library without been spotted.According to what she heard,there were gang wars between certain districts,so in the end,the city wasn't peaceful at all.Adrianna spotted two small living beings in the boy's hands and it didn't took her long to realise they were spiders.Since she was just a little girl,she feared every spider,just like most of the insects,and she couldn't find a reason for this.Their numerous furry legs and large black eyes were sending shivers down her spine,and every time she met one she would stay at a safe distance from them.But even so,she never killed one,because wherether they seemed creepy,they had their own life in front of them and it wasn't fair to take what is most precious for them,life.
In the end,it was decided.Erin,the boy and one of the spiders will separate from them and take another route whilst Adriana,Frida and the other spider will go the other way.They were in the Green Clovers' district.She followed the spider and the vixen as the trio were stealthily walking in the empty,dark streets.She hoped that at every corner they passed they will eventually find it and they will be able to let go of all worries.
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TUCK FRIAR
Almost as soon as the familiar figure of Tuck came into view, the tuxedo cat abandoned his teasings directed towards Damien. Of course, Tuck had not been gone long at all; but it was always quite wonderful to meet up with the human companion whenever possible, that and his presence was fairly reassuring that he had not abandoned Glen Ballard for some 'smelly old books'. As usual, the cat prepared to launch himself onto Tuck's shoulders, only to stop quite suddenly when he had, alas, noticed the immense (or at least in comparision with him!) tiger. The look of uneasiness in his eyes automatically hinted that something within the library was causing some sort of dread- no doubt the eight legged arachnids would be the source of that. Admitedly, Glen Ballard was entirely unaware as of why such creatures seemed to cause a sense of dread, but he wasn't one to question it- not in a serious manner, that is. Shaking the spiders off of his mind (Glen Ballard was never a cat to dwindle on 'dark' subjects, after all), the cat made the earlier-anticipated move of taking his usual spot on Tuck Friar's shoulders. As usual, the man barely minded- replying with a quick scratch under the cats chin. He seemed to have grown adjusted to what might be considered 'the uncomfortable feeling of a ridiculously old cat on your shoulders', but that was merely expected, of course. After-all, who was he to not have grown adjusted to such a feeling?
Being the rather silent person in whom he was, Tuck had not commented on anything that Ikar had said- much preffering to remain silent. His silence seemed to be having an affect on Glen Ballard, though. Which was unusual for the quite honestly, very talkative cat. Rather than blabbering on and asking questions relative to what the meeting might've been about, the feline was instead gazing up at the web-spinning arachnids; his pupils merely black slits floating in the ambers that were his eyes, and despite the invisability in which they seemed to carry, were clearly focused upon the spiders. [color= sky]"Are the spiders any cause of concern to you, Ikar?" Glen Ballard questioned, jumping from Tuck's shoulders onto the floor, his attention barely wavering. He would of much preffered to entirely ignore these creatures, Glen Ballard would of. But they were nearly impossible to ignore- despite how ignorance he was, but it was evident that Tuck held a certain unknowingness towards the Spiders up until that point.
"What Spiders?"
"The spiders that are just everywhere, of course," the cat sighed in reply, a look of annoyance spread across his face- as well as disbelief. It eluded him as of how it was even possible for Tuck to have not noticed the spiders up until now. Glen believed quite well that the quite frankly terrified look on Damien's face would have done more than hinted that something unwelcome was within the walls of the library. The feline was even more suprised when Tuck simply shook their very existance off with a shrug. "Oh well- anyone else that we might be waiting for other than Frida?"
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((OKAY, WIP here. I've been a horrible, horrible, lazy person suffering from roleplayer's block. I'm gonna try to come up with a post soon, I swear))
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(Hey guys, just wanted to mention something.
Soar and JD created an AU side roleplay of FoF on our website called A Ripple in Time. If you want, you can join us on the fun. The link is here. http://roleplaycrusaders.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cof&thread=72&page=1 (http://roleplaycrusaders.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cof&thread=72&page=1) All info about it is there, provided by the two.)
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Flowers cannot blossom without sunshine...
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... Just like a person cannot live without love.
Firstname: Valerie
Middlename: Anastasia
Surname: Lazar
Nickname: 'Young Red Riding Hood', 'Val'.
Age: Valerie is currently 21 years old in human years.
Gender: Female.
Race: Sorceress.
Class: Animagus.
Personality:
? Dramatic
Whether its from a wolf terrorising her town, or breaking a nail. Valerie will always make a great fuss of it, this can sometimes be used to her advantage and she can distract her enemies if needed. She will only be dramatic with certain things, though. If it is personal or a secret, she will pretend she heard nothing.
? Intelligent
One of the things that Valerie is most proud of is her knowledge of everything to do with Faowind, she has spent years of researching local legends and stories so that she knows almost anything on the subject. She has a particular curiosity on humans from the 'Human world' but doesn't have the time to research them.
? Warm-Hearted
Valerie has always been very warm-hearted. This does not mean that she is sweet and kind and generous. It means that she will always be there for anyone that she trusts, even if they have done something truly terrible, which can sometimes be the downside. She can see the good side in almost anyone that has been taken to the dark side, but not everyone.
? Stubborn
If Valerie has a certain idea or opinion, she will stick with it. No one can change her mind if she believes that what she thinks is right. She will fight for it if necessary, but won't have her mind changed. She may negotiate if it is a fair deal, but that is rare.
? Cocky
When she needs to be, Valerie can be very cocky and sarcastic. She will always come up with a smartass comment to what someone says when its against her opinion.
? Self-Conscious
At the worst of times, Valerie can become extremely self-conscious and shy. She will play with her hair, trying to find a mirror or put on a new dress, one that is exactly the same as the one before. She may seem really arrogant when you meet her, but this does have its advantages. She usually uses this for a distraction, sometimes not on purpose.
Likes:
? Singing
Valerie has a particular musical talent, when she sings the birds become silent. Although she will refuse to show off this gift, she does believe that she is quite good at it. Many others have overheard her and complimented it, she would blush and refuse it was her.
? Water
Valerie feels at peace when she is around water, whether it is rain or the ocean; she loves it. She feels most comfortable in the presence of the life-sustaining liquid and will sing t her heart's content.
? The Seasons
Valerie is fascinated by the changes of the seasons. She loves to watch as the bright green leaves from summer change to the crispy orange ones from autumn. She has a log book filled with drawings of the changings in the seasons.
Dislikes:
? Wolves
Obviously, Valerie has a terrible fear of wolves. Her sister was killed by her own father, because he was really a wolf. She had been experiencing nightmares for the past 2 years and still has terrifying ones to this very day.
? Being Wrong
Whenever Valerie is wrong, she gets extremely embarrassed. Since she is normally really confident in her opinion, she gets teased when these ideas are put down by a better on.
? Being Ignored
If she found anything more annoying than being ignored, Valerie would be extremely shocked. She can't stand being ignored, it makes her feel that she is not worthy of that person's attention. If she is ignored, she will just ignore in return although she hates doing it as much as receiving it.
History: Valerie's village had a tradition of sacrificing their best livestock every full moon to appease the Wolf, who agreed to leave them alone if they did so. This agreement had been kept between the village and the wolf, for two generations. Until one day Valerie's sister is discovered to have been killed by the wolf near the outskirts of the village. Valerie and her family were grief-stricken and Valerie visited her beloved grandmother everyday. Valerie was given a blood-red cloak and hood from her grandmother as well as the nickname 'red riding hood'.
As the village began to become more and more anxious of another attack, they decided to summon a Wolf-hunter to kill the wolf once and for all. Father Solomon arrived, greeted by a dead wolf which the village believed was the werewolf. The village ignored the hunter's warnings and threw a huge party in celebration of the death of the wolf.
Disaster struck.
During the party, the wolf struck, killing many of the village's people. The wolf then confronted Valerie, telling her to come with him. She then was accused of witchcraft, since she could talk to the wolf and set up as bait for the wolf. She soon escaped with her life, fleeing to her grandmother's house and finding her next to the fire, offering Valerie soup. At night, Valerie stayed up to see that her grandmother was not the same.
"Grandmother, what big eyes you have."
"Grandmother, what big ears you have."
"Grandmother, what big teeth you have."
Valerie was beginning to add things up, waiting by the fire for her grandmother to wake up. She looked in to see what was taking her so long, but in the place of her grandmother, was her father. He had told her to sit down, and he explained that he was the wolf and that he killed his sister and grandmother. Valerie's father told her that he wanted her to move to London with her, where it had richer hunting grounds. The last words he said were: "After all; you are the devil's daughter."
Valerie refused to go with him, causing him to lose his temper and attack him. She stabbed him with a silver knife, killing him instantly, but not before he bit her, turning her into a werewolf herself. Valerie fled from the village and found Faowind, making her home there.
Other Information:
Valerie usually calls herself an Animagus, but she is really a werewolf. She has practised enough to be able to control when she turns into a wolf, this is her wolf form:
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Where does your loyalty lie?-- Valerie believes that if she doesn't follow anyone, she will always be free. She is beginning to lean towards the Hatter's Squad and she normally hangs around with them, but she still refuses to call anyone a leader.
Faceclaim: Amanda Seyfried from the film Red Riding Hood.
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Adriana Evans
Here it was.The giant building was now in front of them,and althought it looked like it was peaceful and quiet,just like outside,you could tell that something was happening inside.They reached the entrance and the guards let them in without saying a word.They were expected.Adriana couldn't let herself unamased by the beautifullness of the huge room withing the library's walls.Bookcases full of different sorts of books were waiting to be examined,and across the floors were lying pillars of books,taking one of them was supposed to be done cautiously without making all the books fall.There were thousands of souls inside,could the meeting has just began,was in progress,or it ended?She couldn't tell for sure.The loud chatting was filling every corner of the building,that didn't bothered Adriana,still,she wasn't a big fan of crowds.
The moment they got in,Frida hurried and dissapeared throught the enormous crowd,the girl lost sight of her.She didn't needed to worry at all,they were now in The Great Library,there was no danger at all.She walked around,aimlessly,avoiding other people's faces,it didn't made her feel comfortable.Since this was a library,she was sure that absolutely nobody would mind if she were to take a look at some books,for she adored them.The girl made her way throught the large "sea" of people and found a perfect spot which was less-crowded.Adriana approached a bookcase and began reading the spines of the books there.Judging by the titles,some of them were about magic,others about potions,others about the history of Faowind.Not the complete one it seemed,because the books were thin.One of them caught Adriana's attention.This one had no title on its spine,making her wonder what was it about.She pulled it from the shelf and took a little peek in it.To her surprise,its pages were empty.Not a single word was written.Then,why was it kept here?Just as she closed the book,Adriana noticed how the bookcase in front of her was slowily moving aside,revealing a wooden door behind it.
The first thought that got in her mind was to put back the book and then perhaps the bookcase will move back to its place,thus pretending that nothing happened,but something was making her go throught that door and see what's inside.Taking a deep breath,Adriana opeened the door,revealing a long corridor.No,she wasn't supposed to go in there,but just like before,something was pushing her in.The girl ventured inside,coughing from the immense amount of dust.She crossed the deemly lit corridor and found herself in a room.In the middle was lying a table with what seemed to be a thick book on it.Adriana looked around the room.No one living soul or object around.So why a whole room for just a table?She slowily approached it.By now,she should have left it,seeing as there was nothing else,but curiosity got the better of her.She examined closely the book.Surprisingly,it wasn't covered by dust.The front cover had some runes written on it,but she couldn't read.Adriana opened it,revealing a torn page among the others of the book.It wasn't a part of it,somebody put it there.She looked at what was written on it,althought a good part of it was smudged with ink.
I am sorry that I can't be with you any longer,I miss you,so please accept this book,it's the only thing most precious to me that I had.May we meet eachother again soon,when this madness will be finally over.I love you..
This was the only part that Adriana could read clearily.At the very end of it,the person signed his or her name,but again,she couldn't read it.She put back the page and looked inside it.This was definetely a spellbook,each page had different incantations well-written,every one of them having a small description on what they do.Adriana stopped on one of them entitled "Spell for snow",and she found herself reading it out loud.
"With these words
Your tongue must sew
For all around here
To be snow."
Snowflakes started to appear out of nowhere,landing on the book's pages as soon as she stopped speaking.It was snowing!In just a matter of time,the floor was completely covered with soft snow reaching Adriana's knees.It was so beautiful!However,much to her dismay,the spell didn't last long,snowflakes stopped appearing in the room,and all the snow dissapeared,like it was never there before.She would try more spells,but it was enought for today,she carefully closed the book back.
sry guys for the delay,i wasn't home these days,but here it is.sorry again for the wait.))
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(OOC:
Hey guys! Just a little bump. We've been a bit on the inactive side and my hopes are that we don't die. I know several of our members seemed to be struggling with posting but that's okay. Take your time guys.
I'm not going to let us die. This is one of my most successful roleplays yet and I'm not giving up on it. I love it, and you guys, too much. So let's just try to get our cute butts in gear and bang out some posts. They don't have to be overly long, just get yourself from point A to point B. That way we'll be in the rolling motion and then work back into the longer posts.
Also on another note, I'm going to do a little self promotion. Recently, after some long thinking, I created a separate roleplay forum for a new roleplay called Circo Notoriam. Kas, Soar, and JD chipped in to help out and are a part of the fun. Blue's there too but she's having a really bad case of lost muse. So eventually she'll join us. But if you're interested in a magic roleplay centered around a circus, then look down in my signature and check it out. ;D)
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[[Just a friendly bump c; ]]
[[EDIT: Welcome back, Remixx! Glad to see Adrianna messing about with spells and enjoying the library x3.]]
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❅ Alana Istal ❅
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Movement caught Alana’s eye as she quickly turned her head to see who was approaching. Ikar and a small group were approaching the stairs and he gave a bow of greeting to her. Gripping the edge of her cloak, she offered a curtsey in response. The god had started to address the man Alana now knew was called ‘Damien’. At the tiger’s instruction, she looked at the small group of two cats and a human. Granted, one of the ‘cats’ was a tiger god, but the other was significantly smaller, a housecat. The feline and man seemed to be together though the cat seemed to hold more confidence and knowledge than the man did. Looking back at Ikar, she folded her hands. “Holding a post-meeting meeting,” she questioned, smiling a little. “Do you mind if I join? Perhaps I could be of some service,” she offered. A red blur soon approached that, as she slowed, was identified as Frida. Alana was rather neutral on the creature. While she was kind in her actions, Frida also was the source of many humans entering the world of Faowind. While the humans from the other world never bothered Alana, they did produce an unneeded hazard.
At Frida’s words, the woman looked up at the ceiling again. By the time she went to return her attention to the fox, Frida had gone. Wandering a few steps up, she looked at Ikar for him to travel beside her. Her eyes briefly flashed to Damien questioningly before returning to the tiger. “It seems problems just keep arising,” she stated, not seeming too upset by this, but just stating a fact. She looked to the ceiling before continuing to scale the stairs when Ikar joined her side. “Curious as to why the spiders have decided to be on the move now. None of the houses have truly extended their territory to the woods in quite some time. The Green Clovers have the most territory in the woods, but we’ve done nothing to hurt it,” she reasoned, staring forward as she thought through the possibilities of when they upset the spiders. Reaching the top of the stairs, she led the way to Hatter’s office. The room already open for them to enter, Alana waltzed in and took a seat on one of the many chairs available to her in a seating arrangement previously set. There were more chairs than the amount of people but she failed to try and calculate why. After all, trying to understand Hatter was like explaining to a blind person what the color blue is: utterly impossible. “I hope you don’t mind my intrusion on this meeting, Hatter,” she said, sitting up straight and folding her hands in her lap as she smiled fully at Hatter. In her opinion, Ikar truly had more power than the madman, but this opinion might have been influenced by the fact that she had seen Hatter as a child. If she had seen Ikar as a cub, it would have had the same effect. However, this was Hatter’s domain so she acknowledged he had more power here than Ikar did.
☕Hatter Maddigan ☕
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At the joking question, Hatter shrugged. He had a fairly good memory especially when it came to puzzles, but if he couldn’t figure it out the object with a password would probably be found in pieces within minutes. While Hatter was a good problem solver, he wasn’t one for patience, especially with inanimate objects. Sipping his tea, he looked at Nikolai from over the rim of the cup as he had continued to joke about how the women all flocked to a gay man. Bringing his cup down, Hatter’s face contorted in a bit of confusion. ”They always flock to the gays but bisexual never seems to cut it for ‘em,” he sighed in fake annoyance. Hatter said nothing to the comment that the districts were the safest places from the gangs. His smile had fell at the comment and he looked away. ‘Here was safe,’ he thought. Granted, the Library was pretty filled to the brim with people and animals alike. Disease and war were the only reasons why the Library wasn’t overflowing.
At Nikolai’s question, Hatter looked to the door then back to him. ”Not sure, exactly. He said he wanted to meet with me. What about, I’m not sure.” The sound of paws on the floor brought Hatter’s attention to Frida coming in and she was soon followed by the rest of the crew including, to Hatter’s surprise and delight, Alana. Smiling widely at her, his eyebrows scrunched up. ”And who invited you, then?” Alana smiled back at the jokingly defensive Hatter. It was like they were kids again and she broke into the boy’s clubhouse. ”I invited myself. That all right?” The madman just laughed a little and hopped off the desk. Sitting in a chair a few away from Alana, he looked to Tuck. ”Mind closing the door behind you, Tuck?” He then looked to Ikar then to Frida, who seemed a bit panicked. ”One of you want to tell me what’s going on?”
°Tasi & Finnian °
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The two spiders continued their path into the Library when Peter granted them access. They could have easily snuck in without an invitation as everyone else in their family had, but that wasn’t their preferred method of going about things as Tasi was a stickler for rules and Finnian was too scared to disobey the slightest order given to him. Weaving through the people and animals that may step on them, they began to scale the endless towers of books. Tasi waited at the top of one of them for Finn to catch up, looking out over the people in this Great Library. Peter was being treated for his wounds, the smaller human had discovered a secret passage, and the spider killer was playing an instrument. Finnian, now caught up, took in the same sight his friend had. ”The people of the man who ends our suffering,” Finnian recalled as he looked over those that Hatter led. ”An excellent sight, indeed,” Tasi replied quietly. Her eyes soon turned upwards at the sound of her relatives and friends joining in their mighty phrase,”Soon we shall be free. For the love of Acromantulas!” They were overwhelmingly quiet, nothing more than a breath in the air in their phrase that the two small spiders soon joined in. Shooting webs to the ceiling, the two soon joined the mob in the ceiling.
✷Peter Pan ✷
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Now with a bandaged leg and arm, Peter wandered through the Library, much against what was recommended to him. Noticing an opened secret passage, he tilted his head. Which one was this? Peter had his fair share of encounters with secret passages for this place. They were quite common, actually, and usually used for getting to the forest from the Great Library. Peter had been advised against taking humans through those passages because of human spies or potential threats. Secret rooms could also be hidden in these walls and, upon entering the small passageway, a room and the youngest human in their group was in view. Peter had ventured into this room once and, upon only seeing a book and a table, decided to leave it. Quietly, he watched the girl read from the book and snow began to fall from nowhere. ‘A spell book?’ Peter thought, his eyes fixing back on the girl’s back as she looked at the book.
When the snow finally stopped, Peter entered the room. ”There are spell books everywhere in the Library,” he said, almost a boasting comment as if he had written the first spell book. ”I like storybooks better, myself, but I could show you some spell books if you want,"Peter finished, folding his arms across his puffed up chest in his usual ‘I know things’ gesture. Peter had quite a following of his own in the Great Library. Many of the children followed him like he was a superhero which, to many of them, he was. The way he was able to fight off pirates and guards and whatever came to mind definitely impressed the young ones. Not to mention Peter was a fantastic storyteller. Seeing as the girl in front of him was older than him physically by several years, Peter figured she probably wouldn’t want to journey into the storybook section with him and satisfy her curiosity with the spell books he offered. Hopping out of the secret passage, harming his leg a little in the process, Peter gestured for her to follow if she wanted. If she went with him, he would bring her to a tower of books towards the middle of the Library and show her his way of entering, a hole likely just big enough for her to enter. The books lining the inside were all spell books while the outside was boring geography books.
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Oh my goodness, I'm finally done! Sorry it took so long, and if I'm accepted could I possibly get a brief recap?
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Dark you're accepted. Though I don't know if we have 'werewolves' but since it's obvious she's not from Faowind than I think it's okay. Also love that you made her like Little Red ;3
So here's the Recap. Ikar and Hatter have called a very secret meeting to Great Library. It was discuss the stuff happening around King Rayth and the Red Queen. Mostly them being baaaad people. Frida, the friend and supervisor for Ikar, was very late, bringing Erin to Faowind for the first time. She met a few people along with way, Peter and Adriana and finally made it to the library. But now something big is happening. Spiders and Acromantalus have invaded the city, mainly not doing much harm, just to show the city that they won't stand to be stuck in the Tempest forest and cast aside.
Currently, Ikar and Hatter have called a select few, which is pretty much everyone's characters that are at the library, to discuss something that Ikar wants them to do.
So you can jump right in now ;3
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Mostly them being baaaad people.
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Sheep puns!
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This is a WIP, a construction zone!
Valerie Lazar
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A peculiar sound echoed through the forest as Valerie wandered through it. She wanted the sounds of the birds in the trees to comfort her. But all was silent. Except for one sound, it was a strange, lonely sound yet it was somehow contempt. Valerie's eyes widened as she recognised the sound as purring, she felt her pulse quicken and sweat began to moisten her forehead. She pulled out her knife, clenching and unclenching her fists. She didn't want to shift into a wolf yet, just in case she was overreacting. Valerie pulled her hood over her head, covering her eyes in the process. It was dark in the forest and she couldn't tell what time of day it was, but she felt at home in the forest. It made her feel safe. Most of the time.
The whole forest seem to hold it's breath, leaning in to see what was about to happen. Valerie glanced around the vegetation, searching for any signs of movement. Of course, it wasn't a wolf. It couldn't be a wolf. Not in Faowind. Valerie slumped down against the bark of a tree, sighing. Just as she closed her eyes, a force slammed into her and sent her sprawling on the ground. Her eyes flew open to see a pair of fiery amber eyes staring into hers. Those eyes could only come from one animal. A wolf. Valerie opened her mouth to scream when a dribble of liquid fell onto her lips. She attempted to wipe it away as a blinding white light took over her vision. She woke up.
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Tuck Friar
"Oh! Yes, door. . " he replied quite absentmindedly, having to actually turn around and look for the terribly easy to find door just to close it. Perhaps the mere existence of this meeting as well as it's rather important occupants (which excluded himself and Glen Ballard, basically) had begun to make him nervous. The spiders everyone seemed to have noticed, however, did not yet put him on an edge. Of course Tuck Friar never had been squeamish around mere arachnids, for the spiders, as long as not posionious as the black widow was, were relatively harmless in most circumstances. These circumstances surely were like the majourity of others; not-posionious, and not fatal. Only this time a bit of a meeting was put into the mixture, and this meeting was putting him on edge a bit.
The poorly-experienced thief had to admit though, he was simply. . . dreadful in social circumstances. Always fumbling over words, unknowing of where and where not things were at times, despite how obvious their positioning was. When younger he could remember even breaking down crying in-front of all, which typically lead to less laughter over his messing up of words and more sympathy, which he despised even more despite his terrible in-capabilities when it came to the subject of writing. Normally reading a speech or anything else he might've concocted up wouldn't get such compliments, after-all.
Nevertheless, he hadn't broken into a nervous sweat. Nor had he begun crying. Nor had he said anything stupid to the current occupants of this rather important meeting, which he had so strangely been invited to join (and of course he was still questioning why, other than Glen Ballard's apparent brilliance being the answer). He was quick to realise that, this meeting required little discussion. It merely existed so that Ikar could speak of important matters in a much more private manner.
Leaning against the wall rather than taking a seat, Tuck Friar listened quite attentively. Ikar seemed to have simply brilliant sources simply from the sound of a few words; The Red Light District? He wasn't sure of whom they were, or perhaps he was but he had managed to forget over time, nevertheless it was all so, important. Every issue mentioned (apparently the spiders were a bit of a cause for concern, too), every suggestion implied, although not mentioned in full, complete detail which was; of course, quite unnecessary as neither of them had all day to spend in the library, listening to the smallest of details. He imagined with all this terrible stuff going on, they didn't even nearly have the time for it, either.
"Spiders?" Tuck spoke out, shooting Glen a questioning glance, which was returned with a 'you-idiot' sort of look, of course this was typical of the cat. The only 'non-peasant' in Faowind, more specifically. "The spiders aren't much of an issue now, yet on the other hand, this isn't usual for the library. . . right?". These inquiries earned yet another 'you-idiot' look from Glen Ballard. "N-No, nevermind about that. Uhm, uh, ide- I mean, any ideas on what would they be doing?" he added in a small voice; "Ah well, that was. . . stupid wording," Glen Ballard would soon be the one with the right to scold him for behaving in a certain manner at this rate! Ah, how foolish could he continue to be? Perhaps he should not have said anything! How unprofessional it would seem, a fool that could barley talk in meetings making such stupid, cheesy inquiries. As if he was the 'unwanted' character in most children's books.
Glen Ballard
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(May I join?)
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[[@Theobear: Nothing wrong with joining! It's just up to Tangly to see if it is accepted or not. c:
Have an early welcome to FoF! (We're a bit slow currently but holding strong.)]]
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(We're always open for new members. As Soar said, we are a bit slow so just bear with us a little bit. But you're more than welcome to join Theo.)
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Firstname: Aithne
Middlename: N/A
Surname: Lakra
Nickname: N/A
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: sorceress
Class: Animagus
Personality:
Scared:
Aithne is very scared. She has had a horrible past that she only remembers tid-bits of--though she commonly has hallucinations or vivid dreams of a dark figure standing above her laughing. She is only really a child--a young child that has no clue what is happening around her. She's always thought that someone was after her, so she's been on the run. Never really having a home.
Ambitious:
Aithne has always wanted to prove herself worthy--that's she's more then something to be hit and pushed around. She wants to succeed and get through life with her head held high. She wants to grow up to be a strong confident and powerful women, she hates this weak victimized child she sees in her reflection. She wants to start seeing changes and you can bet she'll do everything she can to give these changes a head start.
Insane:
Aithne doesn't like admitting it but she's really quite insane. There's a madness inside her like no other. A life of basically solitude has almost darkened the sickness in her mind. She has hallucinations, lives she made up for herself in efforts to try and get rid of her past though they never worked. She hears voices, mainly the voice of her father and screams. She commonly sees a dark menacing shadow standing above her but she's never had the memory to give the shadow a face. This has caused her to fear most men.
In very bad cases, it could be quite a good laugh for any bystander. Aithne may shift and start attacking what looks to be air, but really she's attacking the dark figure.
Insecure:
She's very insecure. She'll commonly see other girls and be like: 'wow. Why can't I be pretty like them?' She commonly picks at flaws about herself and will dwell on them for a long time. Emotionally bullying herself. The voices she hears dont help with self esteem. They pick out flaws too and focus on mistakes she's made. She doesnt think or know she's beautiful, considering the scars that lace her body.
Flirty:
Aithne doesn't know what flirting is. So she has no clue if someone is trying to flirt with her or if she's leading someone on by accident. This can be very dangerous for her, for she wouldn't even have a clue of what she was doing or what she could get herself into.
Ruthless:
She can be ruthless whether in a state of insanity or a sane state she's ruthless. Those she thinks has betrayed her she wont think twice about hurting or getting revenge upon.
Emotionally unstable:
She's incredibly emotionally unstable and could almost be described as bi-polar. One minute she could be happy, then she could be screaming in rage or crying in tears. She's prone to very severe anxiety attacks most of them at triggered when in the dark or when in the prescence of a male figure. When expeirencing an anxiety attack, it isnt uncommon for her to shift and go almost wild. She starts shaking, her breathing because very hard, and she almost goes blind to the world around her.
Niave:
She is very naive, not very quick to catch on when someone is lying to her or if she's in physical danger. (Sad part) She's never had fun before so she could easily get manipulated into thinking hurting people is fun. This is a major downfall for her.
Likes:
?Fire
?Moonlight
?Open spaces
?Being able to think
Dislikes:
?Magic
?Her past
?The King
?The dark
?Closed in spaces (she gets very freaked out)
?The fact that she is very vulnerable when a kitten
History:
He wanted to de-throne the king. He wanted to destroy the kingdom, the realm. Everyone. From the ashes of this world, he'd rise up. Create a new world for himself--where he'd be king. So he got too work. Being a a man skilled with magic, it was quite easy to corrupt the soul of an unborn child. His daughter. He used dark magic. Very dark magic. All the knowledge he possessed, his ability to change into an animal, the DNA of a monster from a fairytale he locked inside this little girl. After that he had nothing left but lies and plans. After his daughter was born in the process killing her mother, he taught her everything. Lies and all.
The king had betrayed them, he'd stolen from them. He'd tell this too the young girl after getting her angry--making sure the information would always be around her when ever she felt irritable. She could never forget then. He saw as the infant grew into a spiritied toddler, that was when it started happening. She'd get angry and shift. A terrifying process for both the man and the girl--for everytime she'd go up in flames. He always thought she was burning alive because of the magic she posessed inside of her.
He always smiled when he stepped back and saw the large cat standing in the ash, it's eyes burning like flames. He'd brought back a monster from a fairytale he'd read as a child. A monster that was designed to kill. A beast that died in scorching flames then reborn in the ashes.
He kept the girl in a cellar deep within the ground. Only coming down to fill her brain with lies and beat her so htey'd stay in her brain whenever pain filled her body. He kept her chained and would use both magic and human weapons to inflict pain on her causing the burn marks on her whole lower right side of her body, and deep gash like scars on her thighs, and along her ribs.
He trained the girl to be a monster--nothing else. A killing machine. Something he could use to take down the king and destroy the world as they knew it. He never got too though, he was too close when the girl got mad. Never to be heard of again.
The girl doesn't remember any of this, though has flash backs of these expierences. She does remember being chained up and left in the dark for long periods of time.
Other Information:
As a default from the different DNA added to her while in the womb she has two different colored eyes (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2608dNbGo1r5spcfo1_500.jpg). Aithne also has long blonde hair she ussualy wears like this (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/b1/da/5b/b1da5b78d60a8314718b50350a1c4d02.jpg)
Animagus is a large white lion that is much like a pheonix. (When wounded and/or once every month it bursts into electric blue flames and is re-born from the ashes) She has no control of when she shifts and because she burns up when she shifts, she looses a lot of clothes and does her best to keep spare clothes where she can easily access them. (I don't think anyone would enjoy running around in their birthday suit).
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When adult: (http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/016/c/9/white_lion_01_by_mynameis8523-d37buof.jpg)
Where does your loyalty lie? Hatter Squad
Faceclaim: Emilia Clarke as Daenerys from Game of Thrones
For Faowind
(Hope this is okay. :))
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Lovely character Theo. The only thing I want to just point, since it is actually unknown knowledge and hadn't really been touched on; but there are no dragons in Faowind. And while she's an animagus, it's still considered a dragon. You are more than welcome to any other animal but not dragons.
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Also, before I can accept, you are missing something from your app that helps me know you have read the rules. Once you fix those two things all is good and you are added and can begin roleplaying.
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Accepted! You can start roleplaying ;3 I shall add her to the list)
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[[ >Waiting for Blacki to finish his psot to confirm on what actions I have to do for Erin.]]
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THEO! You should have tolds me you edited your post with new characters! (Saw the earlier post but didn't get the chance to reply)
I will add these lovely ones to the list and you can start using them.
Soar, you never verified if you finished your post, it still says WIP. It's Remixx's turn after and then Kas. After that you can go Theo since sadly... Darky's departure.
And then the cycle will repeat.
Me, Blue, JD, Blacki, Soar, Remixx, Kasai, and Theo
(I don't know if Blue is still in this rp)
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;o lovely character~
I shall add you to the list. As I told Theo, there's kinda an order and we're waiting on other members so just be a bit patient.
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((Ok. ^^ I'll make a note on my jump drive. I'll be working on the entrance for her while I wait. Thank you!))
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((~bump~ I shall not let this die! :3))
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Adriana Evans
WIP,feel free to continue posting(sry for being inactive btw)
Adriana quickly shut the book when she heard someone stepping inside the room,fearing that it might be a guard who will soon question her of her presence here.But,lucky for her,it was just Peter,who apparently watched her casting the spell.The boy offered to take her to a certain room full with books of all sorts and the girl gladly accepted.Adriana always had a passion for books,no matter of their kind.Following him,the two walked throught a series of corridors guarded well and finally,they reached their destination.It was a large room filled only with bookcases and a couple of chairs.But it wasn't the furniture in Adriana's mind now,but all the books,resting on the shelves.
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TUCK FRIAR"Oh! Yes, door. . " he replied quite absentmindedly, having to actually turn around and look for the terribly easy to find door just to close it. Perhaps the mere existence of this meeting as well as it's rather important occupants (which excluded himself and Glen Ballard, basically) had begun to make him nervous. The spiders everyone seemed to have noticed, however, did not yet put him on an edge. Of course Tuck Friar never had been squeamish around mere arachnids, for the spiders, as long as not posionious as the black widow was, were relatively harmless in most circumstances. These circumstances surely were like the majourity of others; not-posionious, and not fatal. Only this time a bit of a meeting was put into the mixture, and this meeting was putting him on edge a bit.
The poorly-experienced thief had to admit though, he was simply. . . dreadful in social circumstances. Always fumbling over words, unknowing of where and where not things were at times, despite how obvious their positioning was. When younger he could remember even breaking down crying in-front of all, which typically lead to less laughter over his messing up of words and more sympathy, which he despised even more despite his terrible in-capabilities when it came to the subject of writing. Normally reading a speech or anything else he might've concocted up wouldn't get such compliments, after-all.
Nevertheless, he hadn't broken into a nervous sweat. Nor had he begun crying. Nor had he said anything stupid to the current occupants of this rather important meeting, which he had so strangely been invited to join (and of course he was still questioning why, other than Glen Ballard's apparent brilliance being the answer). He was quick to realise that, this meeting required little discussion. It merely existed so that Ikar could speak of important matters in a much more private manner.
Leaning against the wall rather than taking a seat, Tuck Friar listened quite attentively. Ikar seemed to have simply brilliant sources simply from the sound of a few words; The Red Light District? He wasn't sure of whom they were, or perhaps he was but he had managed to forget over time, nevertheless it was all so, important. Every issue mentioned (apparently the spiders were a bit of a cause for concern, too), every suggestion implied, although not mentioned in full, complete detail which was; of course, quite unnecessary as neither of them had all day to spend in the library, listening to the smallest of details. He imagined with all this terrible stuff going on, they didn't even nearly have the time for it, either.
"Spiders?" Tuck spoke out, shooting Glen a questioning glance, which was returned with a 'you-idiot' sort of look, of course this was typical of the cat. The only 'non-peasant' in Faowind, more specifically. "The spiders aren't much of an issue now, yet on the other hand, this isn't usual for the library. . . right?". These inquiries earned yet another 'you-idiot' look from Glen Ballard. "N-No, nevermind about that. Uhm, uh, ide- I mean, any ideas on what would they be doing?" he added in a small voice; "Ah well, that was. . . stupid wording," Glen Ballard would soon be the one with the right to scold him for behaving in a certain manner at this rate! Ah, how foolish could he continue to be? Perhaps he should not have said anything! How unprofessional it would seem, a fool that could barley talk in meetings making such stupid, cheesy inquiries. As if he was the 'unwanted' character in most children's books.
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GLEN BALLARD
Almost as swiftly as Tuck had begun leaving his most idiotic comments, Glen Ballard went swooping into the most brilliantly ear-saving (from stupidity) act of valiance one could ever appreciate at such a moment. This action consisted of shutting Tuck up; because saying that a large amount of spiders crawling about the library was normal would likely be the most embarrassing thing he had ever done. Stepping swiftly over particularly absent objects that could get in his way, the feline jumped gently onto his colleague's shoulders; a glare across his face, before he began speaking. "Now then, excuse whatever the hell entered his mind and decided it was normal for spiders to be wondering about in a library, but Tuck, let us put it this way: there are spiders, and here they are for what reasons, we do not know. But some are dreadfully small, and some are unusually large; there is no between. While the King himself is at large, there are also spiders. As well as fools who are afraid of spiders to the point whereas they are no use in stepping on them. But let's say they've started a. . . rebellion of some sort, or are collaborating with the king in order to gain something, Tuck- and let's say they think it's a good idea to eat the books you are ever-so-fascinated with, and maybe they'll get your brain while they're at it, but it doesn't seem to be worth a strand of my hair at the moment. So you're safe from that,"
Stalking slowly away from a baffled Tuck Friar now, with a flick of an ear and his eyes glittering with a sense of peaking interest (likely over the spiders, as well as what was to be done next. Sitting in a room was awfully boring).
"Now though, what is to become of the spiders?"
(aggresively rolls back into roleplay
looks at tuck and glen
precious bbys i will not leave you
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sorry glen is short, though~! and i didn't over-read anything at all because i'm lazy despite the motivation i mustered up to type at all heheheh)
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Little Bump. I also forgot to accept you Cookie! Welcome aboard!
Now, just a little reminder of posting order so we knows whose next. (Which is Kas' turn)
Me, Blue, JD, Fantasyna Blacki, Soar, Kasai, Theo, Shizuo, and then Cookie.
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((WILL YOU GUYS KILL ME IF I SAY, YET AGAIN THAT I'M GONNA ATTEMPT TO FULLY REJOIN?
I'm sick with pneumonia and I've neglected this roleplay so freaking much but I'll try to rejoin because I'm so bloody guilty and I wanna take part in these wonders again and I'msosorryforabandoningyoulot, I'msoverysorry.))
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Juniper shimmied through a thick crowd of people. A group of Red Hearts were chasing her after she killed one of their 'buddies'. She slid through a few more groups of people before slipping into an alley way. The redhearts ran right past. Juni laughed and walked down the alley, hermask still on and her hair hanging in her usual pony tail. She made her way to an a house with a man. She slid in and stood in front of him. "Gold please." She snickered. The man tossed her a bag of gold and she left just like that. (http://s1294.photobucket.com/user/DemonicHeir/media/image_zpsf5d3f288.jpg.html)
Sorry that it's so short. I'm not thinking straight atm.))
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Just a lil' friendly bump guys ^^
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I know a lot of people have been waiting for a long time to post and continue this RP and there are quite a few who have grown very attached to this RP and really don't want to see it die D:
...because they'll end up crying D':
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Tangled, It's your turn to post. x3}}
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Greetings, everyone! I hope everyone is having a lovely holiday and enjoying their time off.
This is just a friendly bump to get everyone aware that we're still alive despite being a zombie multiple times throughout the year. Sometimes, Halloween is fun to celebrate more than once.
Tangled - JD - Blacki - Remixx - Soar - Kasai - TheFriend
@TheFriend: Welcome to the team! Can't be waiting to see your first post.
@Tangled: Keep up with best health, dear, and remember you have support from us. <3
--EDITED FEBRUARY 25TH, 2014--
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Bump? And wouldn't it be a bit more active if we posted freely? Just a suggestion. x3))
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@Cookie:
We had a discussion like that a couple of months back but it wouldn't be fair as to how the RP is progressing and structured to be. There has been conflict in several RPS when someone gets left behind when two or three others are at it w/ constant relies. It wouldn't be feel right as currently, this RP is already with 9 members with over 13+ characters active in different areas of Faowind. (To be honest, I was rooting for "free-for-all") Not to mention all 9 members reside in different time zones, regions, and different school levels (college and highschool) that take up a lot of time.
I don't mean to sound rude but I want there to be an understanding. The suggestion itself was brought up earlier as hell, this thread is nearly a year old! I'll be contacting JD to get a post up as Blue decided to drop out once again but the door is still open for her to come back in.
Though, mentioning of a free-for-all oddly reminds me of a "wait time." How about this: we wait a week (unless notified of absence) for someone to post and if they don't, we skip?
Cheers,
Soar
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Oh I see. It twas just a suggestion. But I agree with waiting.))
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Glen Ballard
"Acromantulas. . that was quite long ago, but oh; it does explain something- right, Tuck? You do at least possess knowledge of them now, don't you?" Glen Ballard agrees, growing easier now that he knows that the spiders, their unnatural presence, and rather large sizes will all be taken care of. Or more accurately, they'll attempt to do something in regards to it. But, of course, he was going to be hopping about from subject to subject at this point- spiders were scary, Tuck Friar was a complete idiot, and there were probably more things to add that had yet to occur. "For groups I imagine I'll be accompanying Tuck?" Glen stands up now, pacing slowly around the room; eyes examining most, if not at all details that regarded him in any way. He'd very much like to discuss the choice of their path. It wasn't the quickest way, not the most safe, and therefore he couldn't see how that was their choice. But oh, adventure was more likely with this! No arguments there- he hadn't done much in the past. Save barking things at Tuck or innocent bystanders. Crossing across the territory without being noticed was probably what everyone was hoping for right now, but it was unlikely. The Red Hearts had lately been on the top of his list for 'organisations Glen Ballard doesn't like'. Get official business done as well as personal: he wasn't going to argue.
"We could leave Mr. Friar behind, if you'd be open to that suggestion."
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Tuck Friar
"I'm aware of the Acromantulas' existence," Tuck says quickly, eying Hatter with a certain eagerness. Not that he didn't mind staying in the library. Of course he didn't, and likely no-one else did: it was a library. Books, tables, a rather large group of visitors that appeared to be supporting the same side here. In all honesty, there truly was not much to complain about. Other than its tremendously dusty, worn-out atmosphere and slight lack of space. Well, majour lack of space for that matter, but the books; leather-back, paper, and what-not, simply couldn't be stacked.
He gave Glen Ballard a slight nod that confirmed they would likely be together in one of the groups while moving his hand over the table this way and that; eyes occasionally glancing down at the map spread below. But he stops immediately after hearing the cat's lesser comments. Leave him behind?
(no, no, i'd rather that not, don't even suggest that, glen. it won't happen but for the love of all that is good, do. not.), and as soon as his retorting comment entered his mind, he's glaring sourly at the cat. Fed up a bit too much with his wrong-doings and nonsense, as evidence plainly suggests. Mr. Friar naturally wants to speak his first lines of though: much clever, much more 'I won't stand for this nonsense any longer'-ish, if one was to describe that sort of feeling. But of course, and as ever, all he does is mutter "leave me?" at a volume that is barely audible to himself.
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Adriana Evans
Scanning every book on each shelf carefully,Adriana's eyes stopped upon a single,black-covered book,with golden runes on its spine.She gently picked it up,seeing as how old it looked like.Looking at each cover of the book,the girl's attempts to decipher the meaning of the golden runes were in vain.Much to her surprise,the pages inside of the book,which were written in runes aswell,turned to normal letters as soon as Adriana rested her eyes on them.Now this is interesting.she said to herself,her lips curving into a smile.It had so many spells and instructions on potions and other magical things a sorcerer would find useful.But she only cared about the spells she could perform without requiring any magic abbilities.And to her luck,there were enough.She remembered Peter was waiting for her,as they shouldn't practice witchcraft in the tower."Okay,I found one,let's go!"she said,as the two left the tower and headed for another room they wouldn't cause mess.They entered a bedroom in which Adriana hesitated at firs to enter,because chances were,someone was owning it.Once inside,Peter closed the door and sat at the edge of the bed,encouraging Adriana to perform a spell.
The girl opened the book and started flipping pages back and forth,searching for a suitable spell."Hmm,there is one named..."Spell of happiness?.I wonder what it does."Concentrating one the words,Adriana began reading one by one.
Happiness and Joy
Come into my Life
Away with anger,
Stress and Strife
I am happy, I am free
No more negativity.
Small sparks of green appeared everywhere around the bedroom,and there were so many,you could barely move without touching them.They took the form of butterflies.Adriana gasped,seeing them glide throught every corner of the room.One of them even rested on Peter's head."They're so beautiful!"she exclaimed.Another interesting thing,everytime she was looking at a butterfly,a happy memory from her life would suddenly come to her mind.She remembered her childhood,and her familly,who were always there by her side."I guess this is what they meant by "happiness"she thought.Sadly,it didn't last long,and each butterfly vanished,one by one."Wasn't this amazing?"she asked Peter.Adriana's eyes rested upon the spellbook again,searching for another spell."I think I found another one."No sooner had the girl begun reciting the incantation,when a blinding light like a lightning struck from the book and broke the mirror in front of her.The sudden turn of events made Adriana stumble but luckily,she fell on the armchair behind her."Oops,that was a wrong spell."the girl said,shocked.
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[[Bump. Don't let it die, we've come too far to give up now guys!
Look at me! I'm being serious!
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Oh, so you're a wise guy, huh?
Well we're going to have to get tough!
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.. Pascal style!
Remember, I'll be watching you...]]
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just in case my turn comes up,i'm waiting for Kasai's reply to my previous post,just letting you guys know))
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Tuck Friar would have been more than happy to point out that he'd prefer taking Glen Ballard's position on the little journey to the Tree Spirit Colony. Yes, it would likely be a tedious transition; as Hatter had started, but Tuck was more of an adventurer than someone to sit around and try to make sense of a situation he wasn't even all that well acquainted with. He possessed standard knowledge of the Acromantulas. But a very, very, very old cat who acted plenty full of himself probably knew more. Much more than him or most present. Mr. Friar was doubting himself here; in his own knowledge. He didn't act as quickly as the extraordinarily clever cat did, but he was still undoubtedly clever, and more irrelevant to that; there were books here. Bounds and bounds of books. Some falling apart, and some in extraordinarily good condition. He was in the presence of them and in the dusty pages and boundless chapters there was knowledge and adventure.
He thought of all this in the very short moments that were left before a rather malevolent looking man made his way into the room and called all attention upon himself. Tuck was literally a very quick-thinking individual; but even quick-thinkers stopped thinking of how much they would enjoy themselves staying behind rather than going back (well, he still did want to go. Or he wouldn't mind going. But this was a win-win situation for him here, so he wouldn't say a word about supporting his going or subsiding his staying) when they are interrupted with the pause-filled and utterly inappropriate speech of an incredibly unpleasant person. Tuck didn't form any opinions against him as he spoke. There was a much more important thing to worry about while he spoke. Glen Ballard's formed opinions. The cat was always quick to judge, and when he deemed someone to be a pompous a**, there was no relent in his words or tone as he spilled insult after insult upon them. Some were more well-constructed than others, and some could actually be pathetic; but if you were someone who didn't specialise in the field of retaliations, you would soon enough be at a loss for words.
But Mister Chester Darwin seemed a man to specialise in the field of retaliations, unlike Tuck. So maybe this would end up being the grand performance that played before the selected few left the Library.
The words that the sinister-looking man spoke weren't meant for him, nor were they meant for Glen Ballard's close colleague. They shouldn't have irked him as much as they did, really-- and in all honesty they did not (the cat found the sly way that the words slipped off his tongue to be admirable, if anything else). But he had, indeed, deemed Chester Darwin to be a pompous a**, and the cat had no intentions of that letting him slide by him. Even if there were plenty of very important and much more prestigious things to get too asides from bickering like cats and dogs, and even though the bickering had no started (it had been envisioned, at least), Glen Ballard had an odd feeling that it would commence very soon. Or it wouldn't-- he could decide not to say anything, or the other could shrug his shoulders at his comments and they would be off to speak about business once more.
"A brilliant introduction, if I must say so myself." The feline starts off, and as he was standing on the table, edged closer to Tuck Friar then he really needed to be, he decided to sit down. Cats weren't the kind of animals to stand unless they had to, although that was something that sounded as if it only applied to smaller cats. Maybe it only applied to him, actually; but it didn't matter. No-one had time to contemplate such insignificant thoughts, and Glen Ballard was especially amongst the crowd. He had things to say, and he did not intend on allowing them to go unsaid, although others might very much appreciate his lack of words. "It was a little brutally-honest and off-topic, but I don't know entirely what's going on. I'm an ill-informed and old cat, you see. I can't hear or understand things as well, and the cause for that is something I'm not sure of. Unless it's what you just said-- and as deafening and unpleasant as it sounded, it's probably exactly what's causing my poor hearing. They're not nearly as sweet on the ears as the young woman you seem to be describing appears to be. They're. . . sour, if anything. I don't particularly like sour things."
Sorry for the super-late and not-that-good replies. Lost the paragraphs for them plenty of times and this time I didn't really bother much with coding/layout. Just used the colours and I'll get to adding Glen (hopefully) soon but otherwise have a Tuck response that I didn't proof-read yet
but will later
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Adriana Evans
The girl assured Peter that she was alright,after making sure herself she didn't get a scratch after the spell.The satchel she's been carrying fell from her shoulder and was now resting in the middle of the room,though Adriana was sure to retrieve it,along with the spellbook.Luckily,she didn't have anything too valuable in the satchel:just a reading book from home.The girl glanced at the broken mirror:"I hope it won't bring bad luck like most people say it does."She wasn't exactly the superstitious type,but the rest of her family were.You'd figure she was influenced somehow.But leaving this matter,Adriana was more concerned about someone finding the mess,and this couldn't be prevented.Not like she had the abbility to fix the mirror in a heartbeat.No one will know who did it anyway.
At Peter's suggestion to find something else to do,Adriana followed him out of the room,stepping carefully on the mirror's shards.Just when they started walking down the corridor did the girl realise she was supposed to return the book to the tower.Looking at the old item in her hands,she decided it'd be better to take it with her,just in case it might prove useful later.Afterall,she have always had the tendency to get into trouble easily.After putting it in the satchel along the reading book,Adriana decided to ask Peter something she kept remidning herself since she reached the Library."So,Peter,I was wondering if you have ever been in the human world,where I come from."her soft voice breaking the silence across the cold,dimly-lit corridor."When I was little,mother used to tell me a story,most children know it.It is named "Peter Pan",just like you.In fact,I have to add,you do look and act like the main character."The girl remembered the story so well,like it was told to her just yesterday.You must have done something great there for people to know your story."
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is this still active and open? (my wifi messed up and I totally lost track of this rp)
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[[It is still active and open, Theobear! Long time no see and hope you're doing well. If you wish to start up again with your characters, say so, but if you want to make new ones, that'll be great regardless.]]
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The post is terrible and I resent it with every part of my being, but I finally-- after years and years of waiting-- posted for Glen Ballard.
It's not worth the wait at all but at least I delivered.