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Psst. The string is vermilion, which is just red for all intents and purposes.
I'm making that "ok" sign with my hands while excitedly typing up the post.
Lol derp, I mixed up vermillion with viridian. Fixing it right now.
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Lol derp, I mixed up vermillion with viridian. Fixing it right now.
DONOVAN HORSKA
Donovan had fully expected to see the flaming depths of hell when he opened his eyes. His chest was heavy, being crushed by something. Was this some sort of divine punishment for all the emotional damage he had inflicted with his powers during his lifetime? Donovan attempted a groan but struggled to breathe. Death by flying puma was bad enough. He didn’t need some sort of poetic justice to rub it in. The ground he was lying on surprisingly lumpy too. So uncomfortable. After a while the weight seemed to shift and lessen a bit. He found the courage to crack an eye open and saw … a half naked girl? Oh no.
Her skin colour indicated that she was of African descent but that did not at all explain why her black dress was torn to shreds. While it wasn’t the first time he’d had a half naked girl on top of him (and hopefully not the last, eyyy) Donovan couldn’t help but get flustered. He needed to be emotionally prepared for these sorts of activities; he couldn’t just have it thrust upon him with no warning! He felt his heart beat faster in his chest, which was underneath the girl’s … ANYWAY, he needed to find a way out quickly. He could already hear some bloke a distance away cackling at the situation. While he did feel stupidly embarrassed, he couldn’t even blame the guy. It was like the start of a bad joke; an irate nerd, a manipulative asshole and a shape shifting puma-girl walk into a magic school. And Donovan ended up being at the literal butt of the joke.
The girl cheered gleefully in some foreign language and Donovan’s spirits dropped even further. Great, he had a language barrier to deal with too. And how old was this kid? Was she really that excited to be dog-piling (puma-piling?) people? God, Donovan prayed that he wasn’t going to get into deeper shit for this. The only thing worse than getting tackled by a half-naked teenage girl was getting tackled by a half-naked child. And Donovan was NOT into that sort of shit.
He desperately took in his surroundings, looking for any sort of way out. His powers were out of commission so he couldn't use those. Then a memory struck him. He was at a friend’s house. The pet cat was in his lap and Donovan was teasing it by waving around the drawstring of his hoodie. The cat batted furiously at the drawstring and Donovan earned himself a nasty scratch on his chin in return for the teasing. Would this logic apply to puma people too? Donovan had seen tiger enclosures with those sorts of swinging toys so maybe it wasn’t a terrible idea?
Don jostled underneath the girl; unintentionally driving an elbow into the uncomfortable lump he was lying on (which turned out to be Glasses. Sorry not sorry, dude). He lifted his fist, the one he had plunged into the bag earlier and waved around the colourful string in front of the puma girl’s face. For the love of god, please work.
“Woah there, kitty!” he cooed in a baby-talk voice. He knew she wouldn’t be able to understand him so he had to rely on his tone to carry across the message. “Pretty string! You want the string? You want the string?”
Upon further inspection, he saw that the string actually was a lovely shade of red. If he lost a few levels of sanity, maybe he’d even be able to see why Glasses went batshit insane. Honestly at first he didn’t even think about how his plan would piss off poor old Glasses down there but when he realised it, he grinned, shaking the string with even more enthusiasm than before.
@January @Riffus Maximus
Donovan had fully expected to see the flaming depths of hell when he opened his eyes. His chest was heavy, being crushed by something. Was this some sort of divine punishment for all the emotional damage he had inflicted with his powers during his lifetime? Donovan attempted a groan but struggled to breathe. Death by flying puma was bad enough. He didn’t need some sort of poetic justice to rub it in. The ground he was lying on surprisingly lumpy too. So uncomfortable. After a while the weight seemed to shift and lessen a bit. He found the courage to crack an eye open and saw … a half naked girl? Oh no.
Her skin colour indicated that she was of African descent but that did not at all explain why her black dress was torn to shreds. While it wasn’t the first time he’d had a half naked girl on top of him (and hopefully not the last, eyyy) Donovan couldn’t help but get flustered. He needed to be emotionally prepared for these sorts of activities; he couldn’t just have it thrust upon him with no warning! He felt his heart beat faster in his chest, which was underneath the girl’s … ANYWAY, he needed to find a way out quickly. He could already hear some bloke a distance away cackling at the situation. While he did feel stupidly embarrassed, he couldn’t even blame the guy. It was like the start of a bad joke; an irate nerd, a manipulative asshole and a shape shifting puma-girl walk into a magic school. And Donovan ended up being at the literal butt of the joke.
The girl cheered gleefully in some foreign language and Donovan’s spirits dropped even further. Great, he had a language barrier to deal with too. And how old was this kid? Was she really that excited to be dog-piling (puma-piling?) people? God, Donovan prayed that he wasn’t going to get into deeper shit for this. The only thing worse than getting tackled by a half-naked teenage girl was getting tackled by a half-naked child. And Donovan was NOT into that sort of shit.
He desperately took in his surroundings, looking for any sort of way out. His powers were out of commission so he couldn't use those. Then a memory struck him. He was at a friend’s house. The pet cat was in his lap and Donovan was teasing it by waving around the drawstring of his hoodie. The cat batted furiously at the drawstring and Donovan earned himself a nasty scratch on his chin in return for the teasing. Would this logic apply to puma people too? Donovan had seen tiger enclosures with those sorts of swinging toys so maybe it wasn’t a terrible idea?
Don jostled underneath the girl; unintentionally driving an elbow into the uncomfortable lump he was lying on (which turned out to be Glasses. Sorry not sorry, dude). He lifted his fist, the one he had plunged into the bag earlier and waved around the colourful string in front of the puma girl’s face. For the love of god, please work.
“Woah there, kitty!” he cooed in a baby-talk voice. He knew she wouldn’t be able to understand him so he had to rely on his tone to carry across the message. “Pretty string! You want the string? You want the string?”
Upon further inspection, he saw that the string actually was a lovely shade of red. If he lost a few levels of sanity, maybe he’d even be able to see why Glasses went batshit insane. Honestly at first he didn’t even think about how his plan would piss off poor old Glasses down there but when he realised it, he grinned, shaking the string with even more enthusiasm than before.
@January @Riffus Maximus
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Merely hours since the first IC post and I've gotta say that this has been one of the most entertaining RPs I've been in for a while. Thank you everyone for making it so awesome!
DONOVAN HORSKA
Donovan Horska rarely ever felt panic but holy fucking shit.
There was blinding flash of red, infinitely more brilliant than anything Donovan’s rune had ever achieved. After the initial flash, Donovan saw that the light was coming from Glasses’ hand and his own. Now this is what he came to magic school for! He had to admit, Glasses caught him off guard. The sheer surprise of it all allowed the nerd to shove Donovan off his feet and suddenly onto the grass. Donovan grinned even as he felt the air leave his chest. Hah, the guy had some real fire in him. There was no way he would have seen this coming.
“Struck a nerve, eh?” Donovan taunted cockily.
Glasses had obviously never been in a proper fight before, one that he had won anyway. His attention was divided between Donovan’s throat and the string in Donovan’s hand. Don went along with it for a bit, whipping around his hand with the string to stall while grabbing at the wrist of the hand on his throat to make sure he didn’t get choked out. It wasn’t particularly hard, Glasses had just about the strength of a paper bag flapping in the wind. In the meantime, Don prepared to flex his own magical muscles. He concentrated and waited for the moment that he would absolutely ruin this guy’s day and … nothing. Instead of the usual wave he felt murkiness, a pathetic puff of energy. His rune indicated the same, emitting a dull glow unlike the flare from mere minutes earlier. In contrast, the red mark on Glasses’ hand and his own only shone brighter.
Donovan Horska rarely ever felt panic. Ever since his powers emerged, there were never any situations were worth it. But now, with this feeling of sudden inability, it brought out something terrible in him. He couldn’t feel anything outside his physical bounds. But inside, he was definitely feeling something.
Donovan’s grin dropped and he roared. Ignoring the hand on his throat, Don grabbed the fucking Glasses Freak by the head and slammed it sidewards into the ground.
“You. Are. FUCKING. DEAD.”
With the piece of shit on the ground where he belonged, Donovan pulled his fist back, ready to inflict much more damage when a weird sound ripped him from his fervour. It sounded like something running towards them. A large dog maybe? Then the roar sounded and Donovan turned his head to see a puma lunging at them.
“…the fuck?”
Donovan Horska rarely ever felt panic. But with an airborne puma mere metres from them and absolutely no time to get out of the way, maybe it was time to start feeling it.
@Riffus Maximus @January
Donovan Horska rarely ever felt panic but holy fucking shit.
There was blinding flash of red, infinitely more brilliant than anything Donovan’s rune had ever achieved. After the initial flash, Donovan saw that the light was coming from Glasses’ hand and his own. Now this is what he came to magic school for! He had to admit, Glasses caught him off guard. The sheer surprise of it all allowed the nerd to shove Donovan off his feet and suddenly onto the grass. Donovan grinned even as he felt the air leave his chest. Hah, the guy had some real fire in him. There was no way he would have seen this coming.
“Struck a nerve, eh?” Donovan taunted cockily.
Glasses had obviously never been in a proper fight before, one that he had won anyway. His attention was divided between Donovan’s throat and the string in Donovan’s hand. Don went along with it for a bit, whipping around his hand with the string to stall while grabbing at the wrist of the hand on his throat to make sure he didn’t get choked out. It wasn’t particularly hard, Glasses had just about the strength of a paper bag flapping in the wind. In the meantime, Don prepared to flex his own magical muscles. He concentrated and waited for the moment that he would absolutely ruin this guy’s day and … nothing. Instead of the usual wave he felt murkiness, a pathetic puff of energy. His rune indicated the same, emitting a dull glow unlike the flare from mere minutes earlier. In contrast, the red mark on Glasses’ hand and his own only shone brighter.
Donovan Horska rarely ever felt panic. Ever since his powers emerged, there were never any situations were worth it. But now, with this feeling of sudden inability, it brought out something terrible in him. He couldn’t feel anything outside his physical bounds. But inside, he was definitely feeling something.
Donovan’s grin dropped and he roared. Ignoring the hand on his throat, Don grabbed the fucking Glasses Freak by the head and slammed it sidewards into the ground.
“You. Are. FUCKING. DEAD.”
With the piece of shit on the ground where he belonged, Donovan pulled his fist back, ready to inflict much more damage when a weird sound ripped him from his fervour. It sounded like something running towards them. A large dog maybe? Then the roar sounded and Donovan turned his head to see a puma lunging at them.
“…the fuck?”
Donovan Horska rarely ever felt panic. But with an airborne puma mere metres from them and absolutely no time to get out of the way, maybe it was time to start feeling it.
@Riffus Maximus @January
@Riffus Maximus
I think you mixed up a few details in your post. Clive is the guy wearing sunglasses relaxing on the grass. Nico is the one with normal seeing glasses and a bag, who was standing while talking with Donovan and currently fighting.
I think you mixed up a few details in your post. Clive is the guy wearing sunglasses relaxing on the grass. Nico is the one with normal seeing glasses and a bag, who was standing while talking with Donovan and currently fighting.
@banjoanjo
Nico has about as much physical strength as wet paper. You'll be a'ight. Well, that's if anything he does can even connect.
Haha, I didn't expect to see him snap this early into the RP, even if Donny was the one to provoke it. Is Nico's ability in enhancing or diminishing mode right now?
DONOVAN HORSKA
Donovan raised an eyebrow and watched in confused amusement as Glasses practically whimpered then shouted his answer. One thing was definitely clear: this guy was a total loser. Donovan’s heart practically broke at the sight. He was almost too pathetic to mess around with. That didn’t mean he was gonna stop trying though.
“Grass, huh? You find that stuff interesting or something?” Donovan said it so bluntly it almost sounded like a statement.
This wasn’t leading anywhere. Glasses was fiddling around in his bag before, right? Without warning Donovan shot his hand into the bag and pulled out the first thing he could grasp, which turned out to be … coloured string? Was this guy for real?
“You into arts and crafts, mate?”
@January
Donovan raised an eyebrow and watched in confused amusement as Glasses practically whimpered then shouted his answer. One thing was definitely clear: this guy was a total loser. Donovan’s heart practically broke at the sight. He was almost too pathetic to mess around with. That didn’t mean he was gonna stop trying though.
“Grass, huh? You find that stuff interesting or something?” Donovan said it so bluntly it almost sounded like a statement.
This wasn’t leading anywhere. Glasses was fiddling around in his bag before, right? Without warning Donovan shot his hand into the bag and pulled out the first thing he could grasp, which turned out to be … coloured string? Was this guy for real?
“You into arts and crafts, mate?”
@January
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Ohoho, he's definitely a dick. Like his writer, he's Melbourne based so he doesn't care much for those Sydneysiders haha
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