Here's hoping I don't get sick before school starts.
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I'm sitting in front of an ottoman, waiting for what I *think* is a mouse to come out.
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Me: *washes dishes**ends up soaking over half of the front of my shirt* Everyone else I know: *washes dishes**only has wet hands* Me: How???
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Hi! As you all can see, my name is Arya(10108909). It is a reference to a fantasy series of books. I really like fantasy books and history, and my history classes don't really cover the history I like, but whatever. It's called researching stuff on your own.
I am interested in many kinds of role-play. I will try anything once.
I am completely willing to fangirl in PMs about any book I've read, especially The Raven Boys!!!!! #pynch #Bluesey #Cabeswater #Myeyesarefallingoutfromallthatawesomewriting!!! But especially #pynch because OMG they are sososososo CUTE!!!!
Raven Boys Quotes: “When there's a god, there's always a legion of devils.” "People only shout when they don't have the vocabulary to whisper." "My words are unerring tools of destruction, and I've come unequipped to disarm them." "He asked for a specific. I gave him a specific. I'm sorry it wasn't puppies."
Eragon quotes: "It is foolish to conjue up woe where there is none." "Everyone dies alone."
Shades of Magic quotes: "I'd rather die on an adventure than live standing still." "Hesitation is the death of advantage." "The bodies in my floor all trusted someone. Now I walk on them to tea."
For all ye Ravenites: I am Ronan Lynch For all ye Potterheads: I am in Slytherin For all ye PJO fans (I'm sure the fandom has a name, I just don't remember it): I am a child of Hades
Writing Samples!Yay!
From a PM RP with Arena Snow Aleksandra sighed with relief. The prince- Rufus, that is- seemed not to see through her awful smile, and seemed mostly uninterested in her- a theme she hoped would continue on throughout their marriage. She was also comforted by the fact that he didn’t have a ridiculously long name like hers. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I hope that we will get to know each other better in the years to come.” Years to come. Ugh. That sounded so final, so constricting- a bit like her dress. She kept the horrid false smile on her face, even though her cheeks were beginning to ache.
Aleksandra stared at the food longingly, wishing she were allowed to eat faster. The roast beef on her plate was taunting her, daring her to eat it. She ate at a ‘ladylike’ pace, which was all about making people think that you weren’t eating anything at all, and were, in fact, a sick that had managed to grow curves.
They talked a bit longer about politics that seemed to bore both young royals, things such as how young King Henry was doing, and how charming Princess Killigra was, until Aleksandra’s mother noticed that Rufus was looking at the food strangely. “Is everything to your liking, Prince Rufus,” she asked. “If there is anything you don’t like, we’ll send something else up, straightaway.” Aleksandra winced a bit, but quickly put her porcelain smile back on. “Yes, Prince, is everything alright,” the younger female asked, efficiently catching onto the ‘Butter the Prince up’ train.
Aleksandra recognized that while her mother was trying to be welcoming to her son-in-law-to-be, Aleksandra was being rather cold. “If you are finished, I could show you your chambers for the night.” Without further invitation, she rose, dusted off her dress, and gestured for Rufus to follow her up the stairs. Her green eyes glinted in the chandelier light, and for a moment, Aleksandra was blind. Then the moment passed, and with a turn of her auburn hair, she was off.
When Aleksandra arrived at the guest room, she turned away from Rufus briefly to rub her sore and aching cheeks. By the time he caught up to her, she had turned back around and was smiling again. “This is your room. If you’d like, I’ll leave you to get settled. The servants should have your trunks up here shortly. If you would like to write a letter to the battlefront, there’s paper, pens, and ink on the desk. You have your own private bathroom. If anything is not to your liking, tell us, and we’ll find you another room for tonight. If you need anything, tell me. My room is that one, across the hall.” She jerked her head towards the pale blue double doors that lead to her room, thankful that she always closed them behind her, since what the prince would have seen was definitely not ladylike.
Behind the closed doors of her room lay countless inventions, drawings, plans, schemes, and all manner of planning. There had been a time when Aleksandra had an entire room to use for her inventions, but her mother had declared that if this hobby of hers were to continue, it would continue where nobody could accidentally run across it. Now, the girl’s room was the only place that she could truly be herself, and do all manner of ‘unladylike’ activities. Things ranging from sword practice to inventing to writing anything other than love poems went on behind closed doors in the dead of night, always hidden away the instant morning light hit them. Today had been a rare exception to this rule. The princess had been allowed to work far past sunrise, and had subsequently forgotten to put some of it away. Alright, if she was being honest- most of it was still out in the open.
“Anyway, I’ll leave you to get settled.”
From a PM RP with Fetzen Thud. Thud. Lilliana heard her guards fall to the ground. Shit, was the princess’s only thought before she was scooped up by the large stone being. She tapped on his hard exterior. “Excuse me, but why am I being kidnapped,” she asked him as politely as possible. Lilliana had, after all, been raised a princess, and was taught to be polite to strangers. She had a vague plan for escape, but really, it wasn’t much of a plan at all. As they ran into the woods, she wondered exactly how the large entity had gotten to the castle, but the answer soon became evident as they jumped onto the back of a horse whose saddle was almost broken as the being got on and placed her in front of him. “What’s your name,” Lilliana asked. “You probably already know mine,” she added as an afterthought. “Oh. And by the way, you do know that you just kidnapped a princess, right? There will be search parties,” Lilliana said, but quickly shut up when she saw the look on the male’s face.
They rode for almost an hour when they reached another tree with a horse on it. Their horse was already beginning to tire, and as they got off, Lilliana could see it shaking with exhaustion. She sighed with discomfort: the being was, as she had strongly suspected, made of rock, and she suspected that she would have bruises in the morning from where she had bumped up against his solid chest. They rode for another hour in uncomfortable silence, before stopping at another tree. This whole process occurred once more before they arrived at a cave in the side of a cliff.
From Let me Heal You with Chronos Hybrid in the 1x1 section. "Of course," Jas says, sitting up from her curled position on the floor. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Over the last two minutes she'd had before the man showed up, they'd explained Jas's job to her. "Take care of him," they'd said. "And his weapons." Now one of them jerked his chin at her. "Get to it, urchin," they said, spitting at her feet.
Jas pulls out her pitiful bag of healing supplies they'd granted her. She begins to scan his body for injuries. "This'll sting a bit," Jas says, reaching out to put the cream she has on his arm, painfully aware of her accent. Jeezus, she thinks. I sound like a heretic. It's a sword wound, probably gained in some inconsequential sword fight or other, maybe from training. She can see how thin he really is. He legitimately has no fat on him, all muscle and bone. Jas scoots closer to him. "How'd you get that wound?"
To all ye who want to read this and want to know the plot:
Chronos' Char (CC) is the King’s Champion. Every year, they host a competition, and for the last three years, he has won. Every night, they throw him in a cell with a bit of bread and some watery gruel. After all, what do they care about besides winning? My Char (MC) is a new slave from a different country. MC’s job is to take care of CC’s weapons and to make sure that CC sustains no injuries. One night, when he comes back to his cell, he finds MC lying on the floor in a little ball. CC is immediately on the defensive, but MC assures him to some degree. However, CC is still wary. Can MC get CC to trust them before the championships, and before MC will need CC to at least let MC touch CC without CC flinching?
Age: 16 (Real age: 3,000-ish. She doesn't remember anymore)
Gender: Female
Abilities: Telekinesis, telepathy
Species: Djinn
Crush: None
Relationship: Single (Straight)
Appearance(s):
When using powers as human As a djinn
Personality: June is upbeat and positive, always hoping for the best outcome. She is very talkative, but there are some things she just doesn't want to talk about. However, she will prattle on for hours if you let her.
History: June was born a djinn. She is very comfortable with her powers, and is aware that most humans aren't. For that reason, she wears a human skin around to fit in.
Other: Her 'lamp' is actually a torch from the 16th century. She says it's a bit like a tent. @Letmehaveone2 -------------------- Name: Jackson Blake
Nickname: Wizard Boy, Blakey
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Abilities: Spellcasting
Species: Human Wizard
Crush: None
Relationship: Single (Gay)
Appearance:
in street clothes Casting spells
Personality: Jackson doesn't like people. He would prefer you just avoid him, thank you very much. He's a bit bitter, but once you've earned his trust, you see that he really does care, no matter how much he pretends otherwise.
History: Jackson was raised to be a wizard. He's very powerful and a bit volatile, so people tend to be careful around him.
Other: He found June's torch in a cave and accidentially summoned her, although they mostly stay out of each other's way.
"Turn it down, please!" *nods* "Much better! Okay, so Hi, everybody! I'm Arya and I figured that I should make one of these after a year, a month, and 12 days of being on (or something like that? I don't even remember.) So, uuuh, this is the stuff I would be willing to RP. But first..... Here are my general guidelines (so you know what you are getting into) : No smut. Fade to black after touching through clothes. *looks to see how many people I lost* *keeps going* Cuss-wise, most things go. Only thing is please don't use the F word every other word. I probably won't use it, but feel free to use it, just not excessively. *looks at the three people left* *scowls* Yup. That's about it. About me: I am in secondary school, and I do have to go every day. I also have homework every day. I usually post 2 sentences if I'm in a rush and you want a post straight away. If, on the other hand, you are willing to wait two to five days, I can do about 2-4 paragraphs, I just need a little time. On to what I'm interested in!"*I'm busy but willing to RP if large amounts of typing/writing is not required*
Fandoms
Books
Percy Jackson
His Dark Materials (I have not read Subtle Knife)
Septimus Heap
Harry Potter
Witchlands
Throne of Glass (Only as Fae)
Eragon
Unwanteds
Raven Boys I would want to talk about this first, though.
Companion Quartet
Paranormalcy
Video Games
Guild Wars 2
Haha, you can't tell at all that I don't really pay much attention to video games..... Can you?
Shows/Anime
Fullmetal Alchemist (no canon, just OCs. Also, I have finished Brotherhood, but not the original.)
Warehouse 13
Pairings
The ones I really want to do will be colored. Romance ones will have an asterisk next to them. HOWEVER!! This only means possibility of romance, not required!!
Mermaid X Deep Sea Diver
Student X Student*
Royal X Royal* Taken for now!
Servant X Lord*
Online Gamer X Online Gamer*(this I want to do more for creating the game than anything else.)
Friend X Friend
Guard X Prisoner*
Guard X Guard*
Mythical Creature X Royal* Taken currently!
Champion Fighter X Slave* Taken right now!
Guide X Pilgrim*
Hero X Hero
Powered Individual X Powered Individual
PLOTS!!! ACTUAL PLOTS!!!!!
So this one I really actually want to be a romance RP, so, yeah. Anyway, here’s the plot I was thinking of. If you had something different, tell me! We’ll work it out in a PM and then go from there! Plot: YC is the King’s Champion. Every year, they host a competition, and for the last three years, you have won. Every night, they throw you in a cell with a bit of bread and some watery gruel. After all, what do they care about besides winning? MC is a new slave from a different country. MC’s job is to take care of YC’s weapons and to make sure that YC sustains no injuries. One night, when you come back to your cell, you find MC lying on the floor in a little ball. YC is immediately on the defensive, but MC assures YC and calms YC to some degree. However, YC is still wary. Can MC get YC to trust them before the championships, and before MC will need YC to at least let MC touch YC with out YC flinching?
So this one is kinda an arranged marriage thingy. Anyway, here’s the plot I was thinking of. If you had something different in mind, tell me! We’ll work it out in a PM and then go from there! Plot: YC is a prince from another kingdom. MC is a princess. YC is in an arranged marriage with MC. Problem is, YC is currently engaged in a war, and is expected to fight. However, a letter from MC’s parents pulls YC off the field of duty and into MC’s castle ten days before the wedding. YC is constantly writing letters to the front lines, ignoring MC almost completely. Can MC fall in love with this distant stranger, and can YC learn to serve his country other than with his life on the line?
So this one is a friendship/ mentor and apprentice kind of RP. I was thinking that we would make up the game, and then get to have our characters muck around in it and such. Anyway, here’s the plot I was thinking of. If you had something different in mind, tell me! We’ll work it out in a PM and then go from there! Plot: YC is an experienced gamer. MC is new to the game, and doesn’t really know much. YC shows MC around, shows MC the ropes. We are in a guild-y thing together. (Adventuring party? Guild? We’d work that out.) Basically just mucking around in the game until one day, MC meets YC in real life, and somehow, they end up talking about the game. They agree to meet in some specific location in the game. When they get there, they are surprised find out that who it is that they just met. Fast-forward about a year-ish. (not of Rping, in the RP. We could just do a time skip.) YC and MC are great friends in Real Life when MC gets kicked out of their apartment. What will MC do?
So this one's like a memory jogging friendship/romance RP. Plot: MC and YC have never been the best of friends. Actually, they were the worst of friends. YC is a popular jerk who secretly has a crush on MC but always acts like a jerk to MC anyway. MC gets into a car accident. When MC wakes up, they find out they have amnesia. They remember 0% of their past. YC is the only person in the room, and MC's ex-friends decided they wanted nothing to do with them. YC reassures MC that everything is alright. MC's parents died when MC was little, and so MC had been living at a shelter. YC takes MC home and takes care of them-even when MC insists they're fine. YC feeds MC lies about their past, like how they were great friends. MC believes the lies until one day they find out. What will MC do? And for that matter, what will YC do?
And that’s all! I am willing to do by PM, but would also like to do some in the public forum. Thanks! ~Arya(10108909)
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Hi! As you all can see, my name is Arya(10108909). It is a reference to a fantasy series of books. I really like fantasy books and history, and my history classes don't really cover the history I like, but whatever. It's called researching stuff on your own.
I am interested in many kinds of role-play. I will try anything once.
I am completely willing to fangirl in PMs about any book I've read, especially The Raven Boys!!!!! #pynch #Bluesey #Cabeswater #Myeyesarefallingoutfromallthatawesomewriting!!! But especially #pynch because OMG they are sososososo CUTE!!!!
Raven Boys Quotes: “When there's a [color=fff200]god[/color], there's always a legion of [color=9e0b0f]devils[/color].”
"People only [color=007236]shout[/color] when they don't have the vocabulary to [color=662d91]whisper[/color]."
"My words are unerring tools of [color=FireBrick]destruction[/color], and I've come unequipped to [color=Orchid]disarm[/color] them."
"He asked for a [color=007236]specific.[/color] I gave him a specific. I'm sorry it wasn't [color=ec008c]puppies[/color]."
Eragon quotes: "It is [color=0076a3]foolish[/color] to conjue up [color=f26522]woe [/color]where there is none."
"[color=SlateBlue]Everyone [/color]dies [color=ed145b]alone[/color]."
Shades of Magic quotes:
"I'd rather [color=9e0039]die[/color] on an adventure than [color=fff79a]live[/color] standing still."
"[color=00a99d]Hesitation[/color] is the death of [color=8dc73f]advantage[/color]."
"The [color=0054a6]bodies[/color] in my floor all [color=fff200]trusted[/color] someone. Now I [color=SlateBlue]walk[/color] on them to [color=00aeef]tea[/color]."
For all ye Ravenites: I am [color=2e3192]Ronan Lynch[/color]
For all ye Potterheads: I am in [color=007236]Slytherin[/color]
For all ye PJO fans (I'm sure the fandom has a name, I just don't remember it): I am a child of [color=9e0039]Hades[/color]
Writing Samples![color=39b54a]Yay![/color]
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From a PM RP with Arena Snow
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Aleksandra sighed with relief. The prince- Rufus, that is- seemed not to see through her awful smile, and seemed mostly uninterested in her- a theme she hoped would continue on throughout their marriage. She was also comforted by the fact that he didn’t have a ridiculously long name like hers. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I hope that we will get to know each other better in the years to come.” Years to come. Ugh. That sounded so final, so constricting- a bit like her dress. She kept the horrid false smile on her face, even though her cheeks were beginning to ache.
Aleksandra stared at the food longingly, wishing she were allowed to eat faster. The roast beef on her plate was taunting her, daring her to eat it. She ate at a ‘ladylike’ pace, which was all about making people think that you weren’t eating anything at all, and were, in fact, a sick that had managed to grow curves.
They talked a bit longer about politics that seemed to bore both young royals, things such as how young King Henry was doing, and how charming Princess Killigra was, until Aleksandra’s mother noticed that Rufus was looking at the food strangely. “Is everything to your liking, Prince Rufus,” she asked. “If there is anything you don’t like, we’ll send something else up, straightaway.” Aleksandra winced a bit, but quickly put her porcelain smile back on. “Yes, Prince, is everything alright,” the younger female asked, efficiently catching onto the ‘Butter the Prince up’ train.
Aleksandra recognized that while her mother was trying to be welcoming to her son-in-law-to-be, Aleksandra was being rather cold. “If you are finished, I could show you your chambers for the night.” Without further invitation, she rose, dusted off her dress, and gestured for Rufus to follow her up the stairs. Her green eyes glinted in the chandelier light, and for a moment, Aleksandra was blind. Then the moment passed, and with a turn of her auburn hair, she was off.
When Aleksandra arrived at the guest room, she turned away from Rufus briefly to rub her sore and aching cheeks. By the time he caught up to her, she had turned back around and was smiling again. “This is your room. If you’d like, I’ll leave you to get settled. The servants should have your trunks up here shortly. If you would like to write a letter to the battlefront, there’s paper, pens, and ink on the desk. You have your own private bathroom. If anything is not to your liking, tell us, and we’ll find you another room for tonight. If you need anything, tell me. My room is that one, across the hall.” She jerked her head towards the pale blue double doors that lead to her room, thankful that she always closed them behind her, since what the prince would have seen was definitely not ladylike.
Behind the closed doors of her room lay countless inventions, drawings, plans, schemes, and all manner of planning. There had been a time when Aleksandra had an entire room to use for her inventions, but her mother had declared that if this hobby of hers were to continue, it would continue where nobody could accidentally run across it. Now, the girl’s room was the only place that she could truly be herself, and do all manner of ‘unladylike’ activities. Things ranging from sword practice to inventing to writing anything other than love poems went on behind closed doors in the dead of night, always hidden away the instant morning light hit them. Today had been a rare exception to this rule. The princess had been allowed to work far past sunrise, and had subsequently forgotten to put some of it away. Alright, if she was being honest- most of it was still out in the open.
“Anyway, I’ll leave you to get settled.”
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From a PM RP with Fetzen
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[i]Thud. Thud.[/i] Lilliana heard her guards fall to the ground. [i]Shit,[/i] was the princess’s only thought before she was scooped up by the large stone being. She tapped on his hard exterior. “Excuse me, but why am I being kidnapped,” she asked him as politely as possible. Lilliana had, after all, been raised a princess, and was taught to be polite to strangers. She had a vague plan for escape, but really, it wasn’t much of a plan at all. As they ran into the woods, she wondered exactly how the large entity had gotten to the castle, but the answer soon became evident as they jumped onto the back of a horse whose saddle was almost broken as the being got on and placed her in front of him. “What’s your name,” Lilliana asked. “You probably already know mine,” she added as an afterthought. “Oh. And by the way, you do know that you just kidnapped a princess, right? There will be search parties,” Lilliana said, but quickly shut up when she saw the look on the male’s face.
They rode for almost an hour when they reached another tree with a horse on it. Their horse was already beginning to tire, and as they got off, Lilliana could see it shaking with exhaustion. She sighed with discomfort: the being was, as she had strongly suspected, made of rock, and she suspected that she would have bruises in the morning from where she had bumped up against his solid chest. They rode for another hour in uncomfortable silence, before stopping at another tree. This whole process occurred once more before they arrived at a cave in the side of a cliff.
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From Let me Heal You with Chronos Hybrid in the 1x1 section.
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[color=f26522]"Of course,"[/color] Jas says, sitting up from her curled position on the floor. [color=f26522]"Why wouldn't I be?" [/color]
Over the last two minutes she'd had before the man showed up, they'd explained Jas's job to her. "Take care of him," they'd said. [color=00a99d]"And his weapons."[/color] Now one of them jerked his chin at her. [color=00a99d]"Get to it, urchin,"[/color] they said, spitting at her feet.
Jas pulls out her pitiful bag of healing supplies they'd granted her. She begins to scan his body for injuries. [color=f26522]"This'll sting a bit,"[/color] Jas says, reaching out to put the cream she has on his arm, painfully aware of her accent. [color=f9ad81][i]Jeezus[/i][/color], she thinks. [color=f9ad81][i]I sound like a heretic.[/i][/color] It's a sword wound, probably gained in some inconsequential sword fight or other, maybe from training. She can see how thin he really is. He legitimately has no fat on him, all muscle and bone. Jas scoots closer to him. [color=f26522]"How'd you get that wound?"[/color]
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I also do one-liner things.
-Arya
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/67/96/01/6796016dd758677fd2cd7cef21678733.jpg" /></div><br><br>Hi! As you all can see, my name is Arya(10108909). It is a reference to a fantasy series of books. I really like fantasy books and history, and my history classes don't really cover the history I like, but whatever. It's called researching stuff on your own.<br><br>I am interested in many kinds of role-play. I will try anything once.<br><br>I am completely willing to fangirl in PMs about any book I've read, especially The Raven Boys!!!!! #pynch #Bluesey #Cabeswater #Myeyesarefallingoutfromallthatawesomewriting!!! But especially #pynch because OMG they are sososososo CUTE!!!!<br><br>Raven Boys Quotes: “When there's a <font color="#fff200">god</font>, there's always a legion of <font color="#9e0b0f">devils</font>.” <br>"People only <font color="#007236">shout</font> when they don't have the vocabulary to <font color="#662d91">whisper</font>."<br>"My words are unerring tools of <font color="firebrick">destruction</font>, and I've come unequipped to <font color="orchid">disarm</font> them."<br>"He asked for a <font color="#007236">specific.</font> I gave him a specific. I'm sorry it wasn't <font color="#ec008c">puppies</font>."<br><br>Eragon quotes: "It is <font color="#0076a3">foolish</font> to conjue up <font color="#f26522">woe </font>where there is none."<br>"<font color="slateblue">Everyone </font>dies <font color="#ed145b">alone</font>."<br><br>Shades of Magic quotes:<br>"I'd rather <font color="#9e0039">die</font> on an adventure than <font color="#fff79a">live</font> standing still."<br>"<font color="#00a99d">Hesitation</font> is the death of <font color="#8dc73f">advantage</font>."<br>"The <font color="#0054a6">bodies</font> in my floor all <font color="#fff200">trusted</font> someone. Now I <font color="slateblue">walk</font> on them to <font color="#00aeef">tea</font>."<br><br>For all ye Ravenites: I am <font color="#2e3192">Ronan Lynch</font><br>For all ye Potterheads: I am in <font color="#007236">Slytherin</font><br>For all ye PJO fans (I'm sure the fandom has a name, I just don't remember it): I am a child of <font color="#9e0039">Hades</font><br><br>Writing Samples!<font color="#39b54a">Yay!</font><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Long Post">Long Post [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">From a PM RP with Arena Snow<br><hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"><br>	Aleksandra sighed with relief. The prince- Rufus, that is- seemed not to see through her awful smile, and seemed mostly uninterested in her- a theme she hoped would continue on throughout their marriage. She was also comforted by the fact that he didn’t have a ridiculously long name like hers. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I hope that we will get to know each other better in the years to come.” Years to come. Ugh. That sounded so final, so constricting- a bit like her dress. She kept the horrid false smile on her face, even though her cheeks were beginning to ache.<br><br>	 Aleksandra stared at the food longingly, wishing she were allowed to eat faster. The roast beef on her plate was taunting her, daring her to eat it. She ate at a ‘ladylike’ pace, which was all about making people think that you weren’t eating anything at all, and were, in fact, a sick that had managed to grow curves.<br><br>	They talked a bit longer about politics that seemed to bore both young royals, things such as how young King Henry was doing, and how charming Princess Killigra was, until Aleksandra’s mother noticed that Rufus was looking at the food strangely. “Is everything to your liking, Prince Rufus,” she asked. “If there is anything you don’t like, we’ll send something else up, straightaway.” Aleksandra winced a bit, but quickly put her porcelain smile back on. “Yes, Prince, is everything alright,” the younger female asked, efficiently catching onto the ‘Butter the Prince up’ train. <br><br>	Aleksandra recognized that while her mother was trying to be welcoming to her son-in-law-to-be, Aleksandra was being rather cold. “If you are finished, I could show you your chambers for the night.” Without further invitation, she rose, dusted off her dress, and gestured for Rufus to follow her up the stairs. Her green eyes glinted in the chandelier light, and for a moment, Aleksandra was blind. Then the moment passed, and with a turn of her auburn hair, she was off.<br><br>	When Aleksandra arrived at the guest room, she turned away from Rufus briefly to rub her sore and aching cheeks. By the time he caught up to her, she had turned back around and was smiling again. “This is your room. If you’d like, I’ll leave you to get settled. The servants should have your trunks up here shortly. If you would like to write a letter to the battlefront, there’s paper, pens, and ink on the desk. You have your own private bathroom. If anything is not to your liking, tell us, and we’ll find you another room for tonight. If you need anything, tell me. My room is that one, across the hall.” She jerked her head towards the pale blue double doors that lead to her room, thankful that she always closed them behind her, since what the prince would have seen was definitely not ladylike. <br><br>	Behind the closed doors of her room lay countless inventions, drawings, plans, schemes, and all manner of planning. There had been a time when Aleksandra had an entire room to use for her inventions, but her mother had declared that if this hobby of hers were to continue, it would continue where nobody could accidentally run across it. Now, the girl’s room was the only place that she could truly be herself, and do all manner of ‘unladylike’ activities. Things ranging from sword practice to inventing to writing anything other than love poems went on behind closed doors in the dead of night, always hidden away the instant morning light hit them. Today had been a rare exception to this rule. The princess had been allowed to work far past sunrise, and had subsequently forgotten to put some of it away. Alright, if she was being honest- most of it was still out in the open.<br><br>	“Anyway, I’ll leave you to get settled.”</div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Medium Post">Medium Post [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">From a PM RP with Fetzen<br><hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"><br>	<span class="bb-i">Thud. Thud.</span> Lilliana heard her guards fall to the ground. <span class="bb-i">Shit,</span> was the princess’s only thought before she was scooped up by the large stone being. She tapped on his hard exterior. “Excuse me, but why am I being kidnapped,” she asked him as politely as possible. Lilliana had, after all, been raised a princess, and was taught to be polite to strangers. She had a vague plan for escape, but really, it wasn’t much of a plan at all. As they ran into the woods, she wondered exactly how the large entity had gotten to the castle, but the answer soon became evident as they jumped onto the back of a horse whose saddle was almost broken as the being got on and placed her in front of him. “What’s your name,” Lilliana asked. “You probably already know mine,” she added as an afterthought. “Oh. And by the way, you do know that you just kidnapped a princess, right? There will be search parties,” Lilliana said, but quickly shut up when she saw the look on the male’s face.<br><br>	They rode for almost an hour when they reached another tree with a horse on it. Their horse was already beginning to tire, and as they got off, Lilliana could see it shaking with exhaustion. She sighed with discomfort: the being was, as she had strongly suspected, made of rock, and she suspected that she would have bruises in the morning from where she had bumped up against his solid chest. They rode for another hour in uncomfortable silence, before stopping at another tree. This whole process occurred once more before they arrived at a cave in the side of a cliff.</div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Short Post">Short Post [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">From Let me Heal You with Chronos Hybrid in the 1x1 section.<br><hr class="bb-hr"><br><font color="#f26522">"Of course,"</font> Jas says, sitting up from her curled position on the floor. <font color="#f26522">"Why wouldn't I be?" </font><br><br>Over the last two minutes she'd had before the man showed up, they'd explained Jas's job to her. "Take care of him," they'd said. <font color="#00a99d">"And his weapons."</font> Now one of them jerked his chin at her. <font color="#00a99d">"Get to it, urchin,"</font> they said, spitting at her feet. <br><br>Jas pulls out her pitiful bag of healing supplies they'd granted her. She begins to scan his body for injuries. <font color="#f26522">"This'll sting a bit,"</font> Jas says, reaching out to put the cream she has on his arm, painfully aware of her accent. <font color="#f9ad81"><span class="bb-i">Jeezus</span></font>, she thinks. <font color="#f9ad81"><span class="bb-i">I sound like a heretic.</span></font> It's a sword wound, probably gained in some inconsequential sword fight or other, maybe from training. She can see how thin he really is. He legitimately has no fat on him, all muscle and bone. Jas scoots closer to him. <font color="#f26522">"How'd you get that wound?"</font></div></div><br>I also do one-liner things.<br><br>-Arya</div>
Ookawa
When using powers as human
As a djinn
in street clothes
Casting spells