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Probs gonna make a Moon Prince with a big fat martyrdom complex. Looking forward to this RP!
I'm interested in this.
Just saying y'all, Donovan's acting skills are top notch, for reasons that may or may not be expanded upon later in the RP.
DONOVAN HORSKA
Tiny humans were no better than sentient, talking animals in terms of fairytale tropes. It didn't help that this little chick seemed to be the loud, self-righteous type. A real go-getter as some people might say. Donovan was just glad that she was hassling Clive instead of him. He didn't need someone imposing their goody-two-shoe morals on him right after an embarrassing loss. And fuck, why was this chick's voice so bloody loud? Shouldn't there've been some sort of inverse-square law for sound and mass? Whatever, it wasn't like he ever gave a shit about Physics.
"'t's not our bloody problem," he drawled carelessly, "And Clive's right. That's our teacher over there. Heading to breakfast without so much as a speck of fucking dust on his nice jacket. Zero fucks given. He said something like-"
Donovan swept his hair back and changed his gait to match Varus'.
"Good job, the lot of you. Nice hustle." Donovan repeated mockingly, doing an impressive rendition of Varus' gruff voice.
@Menhir @RoflsMazoy @Mercurial @GreenGoat
Tiny humans were no better than sentient, talking animals in terms of fairytale tropes. It didn't help that this little chick seemed to be the loud, self-righteous type. A real go-getter as some people might say. Donovan was just glad that she was hassling Clive instead of him. He didn't need someone imposing their goody-two-shoe morals on him right after an embarrassing loss. And fuck, why was this chick's voice so bloody loud? Shouldn't there've been some sort of inverse-square law for sound and mass? Whatever, it wasn't like he ever gave a shit about Physics.
"'t's not our bloody problem," he drawled carelessly, "And Clive's right. That's our teacher over there. Heading to breakfast without so much as a speck of fucking dust on his nice jacket. Zero fucks given. He said something like-"
Donovan swept his hair back and changed his gait to match Varus'.
"Good job, the lot of you. Nice hustle." Donovan repeated mockingly, doing an impressive rendition of Varus' gruff voice.
@Menhir @RoflsMazoy @Mercurial @GreenGoat
@Letter Bee
Hmm, I'd call it 'progress' rather than 'failure'. It's messy but it's getting there.
Scio will probably be back soon after his typhoon troubles. Maybe you should think it over some more and talk to him about it before you make a concrete decision?
Hmm, I'd call it 'progress' rather than 'failure'. It's messy but it's getting there.
Scio will probably be back soon after his typhoon troubles. Maybe you should think it over some more and talk to him about it before you make a concrete decision?
DONOVAN HORSKA
Donovan nodded to the last guy in their little group. When he asked for introductions, Donovan heard the unmistakable hint of an Australian accent. It was nice to find something familiar in this outrageous place.
“Donovan,” he stated bluntly, “You Aussie too?”
Another voice chimed through from somewhere behind them. Donovan turned to see a dog further back. One of those Japanese breeds that Donovan could never really pin down by name. But he supposed that its breed was greatly overshadowed by the fact that it just talked. Was that supposed to be surprising? Guess he should have seen this coming. This was magic school, after all.
“Sentient animals now,” he muttered and ignored the new arrival out of fatigue and resignation, “Fucking cliché.”
@Mercurial @GreenGoat @RoflsMazoy @Menhir
Donovan nodded to the last guy in their little group. When he asked for introductions, Donovan heard the unmistakable hint of an Australian accent. It was nice to find something familiar in this outrageous place.
“Donovan,” he stated bluntly, “You Aussie too?”
Another voice chimed through from somewhere behind them. Donovan turned to see a dog further back. One of those Japanese breeds that Donovan could never really pin down by name. But he supposed that its breed was greatly overshadowed by the fact that it just talked. Was that supposed to be surprising? Guess he should have seen this coming. This was magic school, after all.
“Sentient animals now,” he muttered and ignored the new arrival out of fatigue and resignation, “Fucking cliché.”
@Mercurial @GreenGoat @RoflsMazoy @Menhir
DONOVAN HORSKA
"They're going to get up on their own eventually," Clive said. "If you're worried about the glasses guy we can just go save him some breakfast."
…the fuck, mate? Where on Earth did he get the idea that Donovan was worried about Nico? His head was reeling from the mere idea. Since that encounter outside the school gates, Donovan had felt nothing but loathing (unadulterated loathing) for the loser. Just because they spent a few minutes navigating the fog together didn’t mean that they were suddenly blood brothers. If anything, it was pity that Donovan felt towards Nico, not worry. Dude was like a kicked puppy. “Worry” implied personal investment in this guy’s problems. And that was something that Donovan absolutely did not have, even if he felt the need to state the obvious for Nico’s sake. It didn’t mean a goddamn thing.
“Worried?” he huffed, feeling slightly more pissed off now, “C’mon dude, what are you taking me for? Nico can get his own damn breakfast.”
The amount of effort he put into his “I don’t give a crap” tone probably only made it seem like he actually did care at least a little bit. He scowled yet another time that morning and continued walking, making sure not to throw another glance back at the unconscious lot. The girl with the gasmask coughed then made a gesture that vaguely meant, “go”.
“See? She gets it.”
@RoflsMazoy @GreenGoat @Mercurial
"They're going to get up on their own eventually," Clive said. "If you're worried about the glasses guy we can just go save him some breakfast."
…the fuck, mate? Where on Earth did he get the idea that Donovan was worried about Nico? His head was reeling from the mere idea. Since that encounter outside the school gates, Donovan had felt nothing but loathing (unadulterated loathing) for the loser. Just because they spent a few minutes navigating the fog together didn’t mean that they were suddenly blood brothers. If anything, it was pity that Donovan felt towards Nico, not worry. Dude was like a kicked puppy. “Worry” implied personal investment in this guy’s problems. And that was something that Donovan absolutely did not have, even if he felt the need to state the obvious for Nico’s sake. It didn’t mean a goddamn thing.
“Worried?” he huffed, feeling slightly more pissed off now, “C’mon dude, what are you taking me for? Nico can get his own damn breakfast.”
The amount of effort he put into his “I don’t give a crap” tone probably only made it seem like he actually did care at least a little bit. He scowled yet another time that morning and continued walking, making sure not to throw another glance back at the unconscious lot. The girl with the gasmask coughed then made a gesture that vaguely meant, “go”.
“See? She gets it.”
@RoflsMazoy @GreenGoat @Mercurial
@GreenGoat
I'll wait for your post before putting up Donovan's reply to Clive.
Also, congrats for 1000 days on RPGuild!
I'll wait for your post before putting up Donovan's reply to Clive.
Also, congrats for 1000 days on RPGuild!
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