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Her had brushed against the stone wall as she stepped up the staircase. Her right hand against the wall, her left clutching something against her chest as she looked behind her a few times. The sun was setting slowly outside, tonight was her night to be by herself. The tower stairwell was lined with torches up to the highest peak, she lifted her skirt again as she took the steps two at a time. Isobel Talios, no, Princess Isobel Talios. Her family lived by the sea shore, harbor city along the coast. The view from the top of the tower was breathtaking.
She pushed her dark blond hair from her face as she moved up the steps, heading to the doorway, pulling on the iron door at the top of the staircase. Inside was a large open room, a rug covering part of the stone flooring. Floor to ceiling windows surrounded the circular room. And the sun was setting in a mishmash of brilliant colors across the sea from the window. Walking up to the far window, after securing the door closed, she smiled to herself. Watching the sunset, the waters swirling underneath, bathed in the blues and purple colors. Breathing a happy sigh, she turned from the window. Looking around the room, she put her hands on her hips, a pendant necklace in her hand glowed softly as she concentrated, looking up at the torches on the walls.
A stiff breeze blew gently, lighting each of the torches on the wall in a row. As they spluttered to life, Isobel smiled, lifting the pendant looking at the purple glow swirling on the surface. "Finally." She breathed, "This week was just too awful for words." She turned away from the window, spinning in a small circle as her skirts flared out. She was a short girl, with long dark blond hair to just past her elbows, it flowed around her as she spun. Her skin pale, her eyes blue, she wore a simple gown, with a few layers of cloth. It wrapped around her and her arms bare to the cold room. The gown was a pale pink, with a blue over skirt.
Tossing the pendant into the air, it caught on an air current. It was held in the air long enough, and she snapped her fingers and it dropped into her open palm. Isobel could feel the magic flowing through her veins, pulsing under her skin as she closed her eyes. Feeling the air buffet her at her command, taking a deep breath.
She dropped the magic hearing a clicking noise that made her stop. Princess Isobel clutched the pendant in her hand as she looked at the door for several long drawn out moments, her breath caught in her throat. Panic rising but no noises followed, the silence deafened her as she stood. Breathing through her mouth she turned back away from the door. Princess Isobel relaxed for a moment, breathing a sigh of relief as the noise was gone. She must have just been hearing things. That had to be it. So much of the day had worn on her that even the fun she had tonight was being encroached on.
Spending the entire day with the dull suitor that her father wanted her to marry was not her idea of fun. The man was exceedingly dull, spent most of the day talking about the shipping reports of his various vessels. But it was one of the only men that her father approved, even if he was lower in status, he was not one of the magic mongering people of the east. He was of the families of the harbor cities that her father ruled. And he was some duke or baron or something stupid like that. All these people were dull, and only talking about his ships and their cargo and when and where and how much.
She motioned to the floor, a chair appeared out of the air, and she sat down in it's overstuffed gloriousness. Leaning back, looking at the pendant in her hands. It was fate, that she came into possession of this trinket. One day in town, it just appeared for her. In a vendors stall, she thought it was pretty, that was the only reason she had bought it. But she found when she came home that night that it housed immense power. Something that she craved, feeling less weak than she did during the day. It felt awful, feeling so weak and helpless. But with the power of the pendant, she felt the strength, coursing through her veins. It was just freeing.
Isobel needed this. She toyed with the pendant on her lap, thinking about what she wanted to try tonight, the last time she made it up here, she was trying to float off the ground, but she only got a couple inches before the magic failed. She had noticed the light fading on the pendant, she hoped that it wasn't dying. But it was magic, magic was infinite. She felt weaker when she did not use it. Like much more than she had before. It frightened her to a point but she enjoyed the power.
Sighing, she sunk into the chair, feeling a little tired. Just a few minutes with her eyes closed then she'd continue, she thought.
She pushed her dark blond hair from her face as she moved up the steps, heading to the doorway, pulling on the iron door at the top of the staircase. Inside was a large open room, a rug covering part of the stone flooring. Floor to ceiling windows surrounded the circular room. And the sun was setting in a mishmash of brilliant colors across the sea from the window. Walking up to the far window, after securing the door closed, she smiled to herself. Watching the sunset, the waters swirling underneath, bathed in the blues and purple colors. Breathing a happy sigh, she turned from the window. Looking around the room, she put her hands on her hips, a pendant necklace in her hand glowed softly as she concentrated, looking up at the torches on the walls.
A stiff breeze blew gently, lighting each of the torches on the wall in a row. As they spluttered to life, Isobel smiled, lifting the pendant looking at the purple glow swirling on the surface. "Finally." She breathed, "This week was just too awful for words." She turned away from the window, spinning in a small circle as her skirts flared out. She was a short girl, with long dark blond hair to just past her elbows, it flowed around her as she spun. Her skin pale, her eyes blue, she wore a simple gown, with a few layers of cloth. It wrapped around her and her arms bare to the cold room. The gown was a pale pink, with a blue over skirt.
Tossing the pendant into the air, it caught on an air current. It was held in the air long enough, and she snapped her fingers and it dropped into her open palm. Isobel could feel the magic flowing through her veins, pulsing under her skin as she closed her eyes. Feeling the air buffet her at her command, taking a deep breath.
She dropped the magic hearing a clicking noise that made her stop. Princess Isobel clutched the pendant in her hand as she looked at the door for several long drawn out moments, her breath caught in her throat. Panic rising but no noises followed, the silence deafened her as she stood. Breathing through her mouth she turned back away from the door. Princess Isobel relaxed for a moment, breathing a sigh of relief as the noise was gone. She must have just been hearing things. That had to be it. So much of the day had worn on her that even the fun she had tonight was being encroached on.
Spending the entire day with the dull suitor that her father wanted her to marry was not her idea of fun. The man was exceedingly dull, spent most of the day talking about the shipping reports of his various vessels. But it was one of the only men that her father approved, even if he was lower in status, he was not one of the magic mongering people of the east. He was of the families of the harbor cities that her father ruled. And he was some duke or baron or something stupid like that. All these people were dull, and only talking about his ships and their cargo and when and where and how much.
She motioned to the floor, a chair appeared out of the air, and she sat down in it's overstuffed gloriousness. Leaning back, looking at the pendant in her hands. It was fate, that she came into possession of this trinket. One day in town, it just appeared for her. In a vendors stall, she thought it was pretty, that was the only reason she had bought it. But she found when she came home that night that it housed immense power. Something that she craved, feeling less weak than she did during the day. It felt awful, feeling so weak and helpless. But with the power of the pendant, she felt the strength, coursing through her veins. It was just freeing.
Isobel needed this. She toyed with the pendant on her lap, thinking about what she wanted to try tonight, the last time she made it up here, she was trying to float off the ground, but she only got a couple inches before the magic failed. She had noticed the light fading on the pendant, she hoped that it wasn't dying. But it was magic, magic was infinite. She felt weaker when she did not use it. Like much more than she had before. It frightened her to a point but she enjoyed the power.
Sighing, she sunk into the chair, feeling a little tired. Just a few minutes with her eyes closed then she'd continue, she thought.
Here is the thread, unfortunately stuff keeps coming up. So I'll work on the post tonight/tomorrow morning. Sorry for the delay :)
I'm kinda interested in the Prince/ss x Servant. I'll shoot you a Pm?
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Heya, kinda looking for a 1x1 partner for a Last of Us RP. I don't have much in my head for a plot or anything but I love the world and wanna do some stuff in it. If anyone is interested PM me.
My rules are pretty simple:
I don't do sex but don't care if there is violence or swearing.
I like at least 3-4 paragraphs per post
At least 1 post a week
And bug me if you don't hear from me. I probably think I've posted but what I've really done is written it all out in my head but not down on the screen lol.
I like playing Female characters, but we can also double up if you want. Let me know. Just been craving something in the Last of Us world recently.
Heya, kinda looking for a 1x1 partner for a Last of Us RP. I don't have much in my head for a plot or anything but I love the world and wanna do some stuff in it. If anyone is interested PM me.
My rules are pretty simple:
I don't do sex but don't care if there is violence or swearing.
I like at least 3-4 paragraphs per post
At least 1 post a week
And bug me if you don't hear from me. I probably think I've posted but what I've really done is written it all out in my head but not down on the screen lol.
I like playing Female characters, but we can also double up if you want. Let me know. Just been craving something in the Last of Us world recently.
I am a terrible person who has the unique ability to think I've already posted when I haven't. - _ -
Post is up now. I'm sorry about that guys. Everyone still around? Besides Haru and Corporal.
Post is up now. I'm sorry about that guys. Everyone still around? Besides Haru and Corporal.
Pyro Jack and the other Persona went through and burned the paper monsters until nothing was left but cinders in the air from the creatures. The gates of the maze loomed before the group and they could see different colored flowers growing from each of the hedges. Before any of them could enter however, a light flashed and a young woman stood in front of them. She had blueish green hair tied up in a braid and was rather short. She wore a pair of cream capris and a loose blouse.
She faded in and out of existence for a moment, her face screwed up in concentration. As she looked up at the group. "I am sorry." She spoke up, the voice of the woman in their heads. But the words did not come from the image's lips but rang out in each of their heads like before. "I am Fuuka Yamagishi, I am sorry I could not have talked to you before this happened. But you must trust me." She frowned, furrowing her brow for a moment.
"This place is another person's mind. Their own dream and nightmare. You have to find them. Help them overcome that, and you will wake up. But spend too long here and you will be eaten by the shadows you are destroying." Her voice wavered a moment. "I wish I could be there to help you fully but I cannot enter the mind like you. I can only shove my consciousness so far... that... No don't push me ..." Her body started to fade again as she looked around, "She is pushing me from her consciousness. You need to get to the center of the Maze. And hurry, time is running out!"
She faded in and out of existence for a moment, her face screwed up in concentration. As she looked up at the group. "I am sorry." She spoke up, the voice of the woman in their heads. But the words did not come from the image's lips but rang out in each of their heads like before. "I am Fuuka Yamagishi, I am sorry I could not have talked to you before this happened. But you must trust me." She frowned, furrowing her brow for a moment.
"This place is another person's mind. Their own dream and nightmare. You have to find them. Help them overcome that, and you will wake up. But spend too long here and you will be eaten by the shadows you are destroying." Her voice wavered a moment. "I wish I could be there to help you fully but I cannot enter the mind like you. I can only shove my consciousness so far... that... No don't push me ..." Her body started to fade again as she looked around, "She is pushing me from her consciousness. You need to get to the center of the Maze. And hurry, time is running out!"
Okay, I'll try to get a post up in the next day or so. If I don't manage I'm sorry but the 90degree heat will have eaten my computer lol.
You guys wanna move on without Corporal. Guess he's disappeared for good.
I just realized, I don't think one of our players has posted at all O_O
And now we're all waiting on Corporal. Sorry guys ><
And now we're all waiting on Corporal. Sorry guys ><
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