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In Pokemon: Starlight Dreams → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Ok so I lied, I didn’t actually get around to finishing her cs today lol. But! I did finally figure her out I think, so when I get to it tomorrow I’ll actually know what I’m writing lol.
In Pokemon: Starlight Dreams → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Honestly I think I might just play it straight “wanna be the very best like no one ever was” because I can’t think of any creative concepts lmao.
In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 4 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
To the Grand Illuminary, High Priest Iakovou of the Sun,

I hope this letter finds you in robust health and good humor as you continue to guide and enlighten the proud kingdom of Aurelia. My journey to Dawnhaven was comfortable and swift, under the care of the good men and women of who escorted me, and I again thank you for the opportunity to aid the church’s mission in this way.

The settlement is a testament to His Highness’ enthusiasm in seeking an end to the blight by any means necessary. Though I have yet to formally make introductions with the Prince, he was gracious enough to visit with me on my first day and personally see to my comfort and safety. He has erected a beautiful temple to Aelios, worthy of her light, just above an abundance of hot springs. I am grateful to keep the sacred flame burning, as is my duty.

I am ever mindful of the great task set before me by Her Highness the Queen, and as required I shall write her a letter at the end of this week with my observations. However, I felt compelled to first write you with a matter of some urgency. I believe Aelios has granted me with a vision. Though my ability for prophecy is still modest and unreliable, earlier today I awoke from a dream of much gravity. It was as though I felt the goddess herself, burning back the shadows and commanding me to witness.

The vision’s message is opaque, as my skill in interpretation is still dwarfed by your own. But were this an exercise under your tutelage, I would venture that the goddess, in her unknowable wisdom, has shown me the visage of a blight-born man newly arrived in Dawnhaven named Willis. She commanded that I “seek the violet flow” in his veins. Notably, the transformation brought about by the blight has turned his blood purple.

With your permission I would like to share my capacity for prophecy with His Highness. Though my visions are still underdeveloped and not yet reliable, I believe that the present circumstances warrant the disclosure. If Willis has been deemed important by the Goddess, then should His Highness not be informed? Perhaps his blood can in some way be helpful in the search for an end to the blight. Moreover, Willis is a well meaning but somewhat unpredictable member of Dawnhaven. The Prince, in an over abundance of caution for the other citizens of Dawnhaven, may come to the conclusion that Willis is unfit for residence within the settlement. If he is cast out, we may lose an instrumental tool in bringing back Aelios’ light. Allowing the Prince to know of my vision, unreliable as it may be, would at least ensure we are able to explore and exhaust all available options.

I will, of course, defer to your good judgement and wisdom. I humbly await your guidance.

In the light and warmth of the Sun,

Priestess Tingara Tomae

P.S.
I have spent the night in Dawnhaven, and am writing this immediately upon waking. I believe Aelios has shown me another vision. There was no direct instruction this time, only a guiding force compelling me towards a cave in the mountains. I again request your leave to tell His Highness about my visions, even if they may not be fully developed.
In Pokemon: Starlight Dreams → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Hoping to finish up my cs at some point today! Split between trying to be strategic and being more aesthetic/vibe-y lol.
In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 4 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

…Tin…
......Tiiiin……
…Ga…
......Gaaaaa……
…Ra…
......Raaaaaaaa……
The night sky above her was littered with light. Stars flowed across her vision, illuminating the darkness with a river of color. Aquamarine, pearl, emerald, lavender. There was no moon in the sky to compete with the galaxy the stars mapped out. No sun. There hadn’t been sun for months.

And so the heavens shined.

She couldn’t feel her body. She didn’t have one. There was no skin to feel the biting chill, no eyes to count the constellations. It simply was. It was boundless. It was nothing. She was a blinding moment in the quiet of eternity, stretching out to the last syllable of recorded time.

The constellations condensed, clouds of matter becoming as real as her body — they weren’t nebulae. They were mountains. They were countless trees building a forest. They were drifting snowflakes, pale against the shadowed night.

What is your name, child?…Tin…
…Ga…

…Ra…Who gave it to you?

A burning gaze seared the skin of her back. The force of it was undeniable as it commanded her forward. Step by step, she walked. Unseeable eyes measured her all the while. They lead her from behind, over gnarled roots — around the glistening surface of a lake — to a shadowed pit carved into the side of a mountain, as deep and fathomless as the sky. And there, from within the midnight, something shined.

What is the sun, Tingara?
A star.
One of many.

It flickered in the darkness, a wisp of light too thin to grasp. The presence at her back urged her forward, the weight of it so scalding it nearly blistered her skin. Step by step, she walked. The darkness swallowed her. It consumed her with its inescapable gravity, pulling her deeper.

She became lost in the void, the stretching, aching nothingness. It erased the boundaries that made her, one by one. She was boundless. She was nothing. She was a suffocating moment in the quiet of eternity, stretching out to the last syllable of recorded time.

Where are the stars, Tingara?
Above.
And below.

They glittered above her — crystals embedded into the midnight stone of the cave. A spectrum of blues and violets sparkled, illuminating the darkness with a river of color. There was no moon in the cavern to compete with the galaxy the crystals mapped out. No sun. There hadn’t been sun for months.

And so the heavens shined.

…Tin…
......Tiiiin……
…Ga…
......Gaaaaa……
…Ra…
......Raaaaaaaa……
In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 4 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

As he flew up above the hot springs to distance himself from the individuals and the thickness that didn’t allow him to see as well. He stopped a familiar face below him, Eris, but he wasn’t looking for it at the moment. A part of him wanted to take a moment to say hello or bother her, but he decided against it — for the better. Hopefully.

Making his way to the Sun temple, Pleiades found his feet touching the ground outside of the front doors, and he looked around. He wondered if the guards with sharp weapons were still running around or not. Was he allowed to even enter such a holy place? His joke flamed in his mind with a morbid curiosity — What if I start smoking and burst into flames when I enter this building?

Pleiades decided to start with a very non-invasive step as he found himself close to the front doors. His knuckles wracked onto the wood, “Tia!” he shouted loudly in hopes that she would hear him. “Sun priestess!”

From within the temple, Tia jumped. She was sitting in the main hall in one of the pews, hair still damp and heavy down her back, though she’d at least been able to change into a fresh set of sleeping robes. There were bags under her eyes after the exhaustion of the day. But at least the fire burned in the center of the hall, warming her now that she’d hidden away from the Winter chill. In her lap, she held a thin board, a sheet of parchment atop it. It was filled with her elegant scrawl, though words were crossed out and additions were scrawled in the margins - the first draft of a letter she intended to send in the morning.

Tia looked up at the closed doors of the main entrance, alarmed. That voice - she knew it, even if she couldn’t place it just this moment. It filled the air with urgency, and Tia hurried to her feet. She placed the paper carefully on the seat, but held fast to the board, a fresh sheet, and the charcoal she’d been using. She spared a moment to look down at herself - her hair was a soggy mess, her neck bare, her sleeping robes –

But someone needed her. What if someone was hurt again? Tia’s magic hadn’t yet recovered. She was still nearly hollow, her magic’s absence an aching void in the marrow of her bones. Pressing her lips together, Tia hurried to the door. She pulled it open – and blinked up in surprise. Her lips parted.

Pleiades.

Tia’s eyebrows pulled together as she took a step back to better angle her head. She blinked again as her mind reoriented herself. Her gaze darted over his body (why was he soaking wet?) as she looked for evidence of an injury. She looked back up again to meet his eyes.

Upon the door opening, he noticed Tia’s state, and chuckled slightly. It broke the intensity of the situation for him but he couldn’t help notice how wet her hair was and how undone she looked compared to earlier that day. She looked surprised to see him and that made him remember the situation he was in — he fucked up. Like usual.

“Tia…” He spoke out hesitantly since he didn’t know how to break this news to her. “I messed up,” The confession came out with a shrug of his shoulders and talking with his hands. They moved in a way that might have been meant to physically say, I don’t know or I am unsure. Tia’s eyebrows only drew further together. Whatever first impression she’d had of the blight-born, this certainly seemed out of character. At least it was easier to be less intimidated like this.

Then he thought about it a little more, “I was down in the CO-ED hot springs area. The big pool and I decided to talk to someone and they pulled me into the hot springs and one thing led to another and my bag of opium, its contents spilled into the hot springs, and I am pretty sure everyone is out of that area, but I think it should be shut down for the night just so people don’t get high, pass out, and drown in the pool of water,” Pleiades found himself rambling more than anything. At least he was able to get it off his chest and explain it to someone that might be able to shut the hot springs down or at least the affected area.

Tia was fairly certain that her brain had actually stopped working. She could only stare at him blankly, frozen in place, the words opium and springs and drown repeating themselves over and over again in her mind. She shivered – in her shock she hadn’t noticed the chill blowing into the warmth of the temple. The cold snapped her back to the present and Tia opened her mouth. She closed it again.

Well, she supposed she should’ve been thankful that no one was dying this time.

With one last troubled look at Pleiades, she stepped back and to the side, arm held out to invite him in. Then she hurried deeper inside to look for supplies to make something that could work as a sign.

Pleiades was unsure if he should say anything else or not with the priestess’s reaction. She seemed to freeze with his words and stare at him. It made him feel as transparent as glass. Taking a step back when she snapped back to reality, the man’s eyes were sharp, and his brows were furrowed with uncertainty. There was a twitch to his wings, a light movement, but one that might have been made out of anxiety.

“Oh?” The man seemed confused when she was inviting him in. His jokes earlier popped up in his head as he stared inside of the temple of the sun goddess. What if he actually burst into flames upon stepping in? It was an uncomforting thought but he knew it was an irrational one.

A deep breath could be heard as he stepped in while his eyes shut hard. Once he was in, a few seconds passed, and he opened his eyes and relaxed his body under the realization of not going up in flames. “I don’t burn when entering holy areas,” His tone of voice sounded relieved and surprised. Almost a decade into being a blight-born, he felt like he would, and he heard enough statements of it going to happen to him.

Pleiades caught up to Tia to see what she was doing, “Do you have any plans?” He inquired. “I didn’t mean to fuck up so badly… I’m sorry. I know the temple means a lot to you, you being religious and holy and all, and the hot springs are apart of it,” He wanted to apologize to her for a variety of reasons but the main one was because he felt like the area was important to her because of her being a follower of the Goddess and the lead priestess of the temple.

Tia glanced over her shoulder at him, hands sifting through the freshly-filled supply cabinet. The soldiers and attendants she’d traveled with had taken most of the tools and goods with them that morning to present to the prince, but they’d left some essentials with the temple. Pleiades’ words washed over her. The assumptions he made didn’t quite sit on her shoulders – she didn’t feel very holy, and she was too new to the temple to have developed an emotional connection… but it was familiar. Nostalgic, almost. In this new town, with its crises and chaos, the temple was like an old melody that she didn’t have to think of to sing along to.

But most of all, it was her responsibility. And she’d failed it by shirking her duties and not being more vigilant. And now look what’d happened. The tight ball of anxiety, threaded with guilt, with failure, was ever heavy in her chest. She gave Pleiades a weak smile – she’d tried for comforting, but she was too tired and distressed to put any proper feeling in it. Her eyes widened though when she remembered why she’d dreaded seeing him again.

The hammer she’d pulled from the closet was ill-fitting in her hand as Tia turned and raised an open palm to him in a rushed motion to wait. Then she hurried back towards her bedroom.

Watching as she rummaged through a cabinet that didn’t seem to have too much variety in tools and essentials, he seemed a little curious, but he didn’t know what she was doing. Maybe she was trying to find something to write with, he went to reach for his pocket, and he forgot… he didn’t stop by his house and get a new notebook or writing utensil. Tia had his but he really didn’t want it back.

Seeing the weak smile caused him to force an awkward one — she is not happy at all with me — crossed his mind as he blinked and looked away at the same time. His smile fading into a neutral expression of pursed lips. “I can carry —” The man was going to comment about the hammer and carrying it for her though he stopped when she turned around. As she gestured for him to stop? Wait? Something along the lines, he seemed to stand there in curiosity and confusion as he watched her walk away — What is she doing? Was I talking too much?

The man let his hands meet each other and his fingers began to fiddle with each other. His one finger going over his other finger's nail and realizing it was dulled down. Octavia shaved his fingernails down but it was surprising since he almost forgot she had done it. He began to play with the filed down curve tip to feel the slight pressure and scratching against his other fingertips to bring some kind of soothing action.

It wasn’t long before Tia returned, slightly out of breath. Her pale hair was slowly turning frizzy as it dried in the warmth of the temple’s fire. She’d haphazardly secured the hammer in the tie of her robe, the handle bumping against her thigh - dangerously close to the bruise Willis had given her when he’d been holding her captive. In her hands, she held something else - Pleiades’ notebook and charcoal. Tia stopped in front of him, looking up at his eyes. Her eyes flicked to his wings - then back to his face. Then she bent at the waist to bow low, both hands holding his stolen belongings out to him. Her balance swayed for a moment at the sudden change in position, the exhaustion of the day still weighing her down. The notebook was open to the same page she’d been writing on all day, now crammed with words. A collection of words was circled with an arrow pointing at it, to single it out from the rest of her script.

Please accept my deepest apologies for my presumptuous nature and thank you very much for the kind gesture of lending me your belongings. I’m sorry it was for longer than intended.


Pleiades noticed his notebook and charcoal in her hand though he was taken away by how she was scanning him. Was she looking for something? Was he muddy? He thought he cleaned off but he could have gotten dirty by flying up to the temple. Watching as she bowed out and offered him his notebook and charcoal again, he waved his hand in declination, and then he realized she wasn’t looking at him. “No, you can have those,” He spoke up without missing a beat. “I have a ton more back at my house.”

His hand seemed to come out naturally to catch her if she was going to fall over but he didn’t dare touch her. When he realized that she could catch herself, his hand was brought back to his body, and he looked at the collection of words she had written in the notebook. He was glad that it found a better use than his pathetic sketches and wispy markings. At least he found them pathetic in his eyes and not worthwhile. Others might assume he went to art school. Tomato tomahto.

A chuckle left his lips while a grin appeared on his face, showing his pearly whites and longer canines, “There is nothing to forgive, Tia. You can have it. I have plenty more so I don’t need that one back,” He reassured her or at least tried to, but he wasn’t grabbing his notebook at all. It was hers now. He would start using a new one and filling it with little writings and sketches.

Still bowing low, Tia blinked down at the floorboards. Warmth rushed up her neck and into her face. When she’d rehearsed this moment in her head, it hadn’t included Pleiades refusing to take his things back.

Was he upset? She replayed the moment from this morning in her mind, the way he’d looked at her as she’d thanked him. Did he think he needed to be polite so as not to embarrass her? If that was the case, task failed, because Tia thought that the floorboards opening up and swallowing her whole was the greatest mercy Aelios could show her in this moment.

Still bent at the waist, arms outstretched, Tia tilted her head up to look at him with wide eyes. She blinked at him. Then she squeezed her eyes shut, tilted her head back down to the floor, and thrusted the notebook emphatically at him.

Pleiades stood there with a bit of confusion as he noticed Tia focusing on the floorboards so gravely. Did he miss something? Was he not supposed to just let her have the notebook? Was she not allowed materialistic items? The bird-like man stood there and stared in their shared silence. It grew heavy between them and his eyes and expression became more serious with every passing second.

Their eyes met and he seemed to not be reading her at all. Just staring. Not knowing how to take this situation at all. She thrusted the notebook which caused him to take a step back out of reaction. “Tia, I really mean it…” He put his hands up in between them. His palms facing her in a sense of a stop or putting that wall up between them. “You need it more than I do. The notebook is really not that big of a deal. I do not want it back,”

“Also, please stop doing that. Bowing? Whatever you are doing. It’s making me uncomfortable,” People might find it weird but it was making him uncomfortable because he didn’t know how to react to it. Giving a notebook back surely didn’t require a bow, did it? Pleiades took another step back to increase the distance between them.

Tia’s grip around the notebook tightened as her face heated up even more. Slowly, she rose back to her full height, though her gaze was still lowered. She chewed the inside of her lip. She pulled the notebook back into her chest, still not looking up at him. Then her eyes flicked up to his, cheeks pink, and she gave a quick dip of her head - only to freeze and widen her eyes as she realized that was another bow.

How had the opium contamination become the least stressful part of this interaction?

Pleiades observed the woman with a silent patience since he didn’t know how she would react to him rejecting the items that once were his. A deep inhale could be heard from him as he watched her attempt to adjust herself and evaluate the situation. As he watched her, a slight chuckle could be heard from him as she went to bow. The man found it funny and realized that she was doing it out of habit more than anything.

Tia carefully stepped around him, feeling his presence like a weight at her back as she went back to the supply closet to grab a few more items - three iron nails, and a push-broom. Tia turned the broom in her hand so the bristles were pointing up and paused as she considered it. Her eyebrows drew together, wondering how much trouble she would get in for her line of thought. Then she leaned it against the wall and opened up the notebook (hesitating only briefly, she was proud to note) and wrote on an empty page.

She picked up the broom again and held out both it and the notebook to show Pleiades, still carefully not meeting his eyes.

As she turned back to the supply closet, he stood where he was at, and considered what she was doing. He had no clue. His eyes seemed to follow all the items she was grabbing at and he looked puzzled when she brought out a broom. Why do we need a broom? He thought while watching her write in the notebook. He knew it was going to be useful for her. A reason he didn’t take it back.

Could you please remove the end of the broom? It’s alright if it breaks. We need a stake to make the sign.


Looking at the notebook when it was held out, he nodded, “I can do that,” Pleiades confirmed while taking the broom. Taking the broom, the man put his one hand on its base and a few inches away his other hand was placed. Without issue, he cracked the broom handle over his knee and smiled as if he was helpful or did something good.

“Here you go,” he said while handing the broken handle back to her.

Tia jumped slightly at the sound of the wood snapping, but tried to cover it as urgency as she reached out to take it back. She placed the bristled half back into the closet. Her head dipped again in thanks (Stop bowing.) and glanced around briefly trying to figure out the next best step. Her gaze darted back up to his, before looking back towards where she’d been seated when he’d first brought this problem to her door. Tia looked back up again to Pleiades before turning and walking over.

His moonlit eyes caught Tia’s as she glanced up to him. “Why didn’t we grab a stick or something from outside?” He asked out loud which sounded more like an unregistered thought to himself more than anything. Breaking the broom when there is a whole forest around the town didn’t make sense now that he thought about it. Tia nearly tripped over herself at the question.

Seating herself beside her small stack of parchment, she pulled out a fresh sheet from beneath her drafted letter and started writing out a simple Temporarily Closed sign. She finished it with a small drawing of a sun in the upper corner. She looked back up to Pleiades for approval.

When she moved over to the stack of parchment and began doodling, Pleiades stepped over to her, and leaned over the woman to see what she was doing. “Oh, you are making a closed sign,” He didn’t sound surprised but reassured. “The hot springs should be good by tomorrow morning. It just needs to air out…” He explained as he looked at the Temporality Closed sign. “You have nice handwriting by the way.”

He smiled when noticing the little sun that she sketched in the corner of the sign, “I like the little addition as well.”

Tia very proudly did not bow as she offered him a small smile. Placing the parchment on the writing board, Tia held them together. She twisted in her seat to place the broom handle on the pew, and aligned the top of the board with the rounded end of the improvised stake. It tilted this way and that, either end of the board tapping against the pew as she tried to hold it all steady with one hand. With the other, she grabbed the first nail and held the point against the parchment, just where it would align through all three layers of the sign. Tia paused as she realized she was out of hands to use.

Looking up at Pleiades she glanced down at the hammer still hanging at her waist, trying to not appear as awkward as she felt. Her eyes were beseeching as she looked back up at him.

Seeing her faint smile made him smile even more, showing his teeth, and he watched the woman as she began the next steps in the process of making a sign. The religious woman seemed to be struggling and he didn’t know if he was supposed to help or not. He glanced at her while she fiddled with the many different components of the sign before she looked up at him. “You want me to help?” He knew she couldn’t vocally say much but he asked that while he went to help.

Reaching out for the hammer, he thought about it, “How about, I hold the items and you hammer? If you accidentally hit my hands. It’ll hurt way less than if I accidentally hit yours,” Pleiades decided to align his hands by hers on how she was holding the materials for the sign so she could grab the hammer instead.

Nerves spiked through Tia at his suggestion, because accidentally hitting his hand with the hammer was a definite possibility, and she didn’t think she had the energy to survive embarrassing herself any more today. But still, she forced her hands to move away from the materials, leaving them in Pleiades’ care. When she grabbed the hammer, it suddenly seemed much heavier in her grasp. Was her hand shaking still? Probably. Was her balance still suffering after the exhaustion of the day? Yes. Was she at all qualified to swing a hammer? Absolutely not. She could heal though - at least if she hurt him she could fix whatever she damaged? And then what, pass out again because she was still nearly out of magic? He’d think she was utterly incompetent and frail and a failure.

These thoughts spun through her mind like a hurricane as she lined the hammer up with the top of the nail. She gave one last, panicked look up at Pleiades. Then she raised the hammer up and brought it down with as much force as she dared. She pulled the hammer away, checking to make sure Pleiades’ fingers were all still in tact.

It felt like too many seconds in between them as their hands switched placement and she grabbed the hammer. That caused a little bit of nervous anxiety to run up his spine. Was she not confident in swinging a hammer? Maybe he should have just grabbed the hammer and nailed the sign into the broken broom handle. A dry swallow could be lightly heard as he stared at Tia.

With how she swung the hammer, it caused him to tense, and close his eyes. Hearing the echo from metal against metal and no pain in his fingers. He sighed out in relief as he opened his eyes to make sure, “See…” The man mentioned as he looked at what she did. She got the nail through the board and into the broom handle, “You did good.” There was silent relief of not feeling weight crushing at his fingers. He had enough trauma done to them today — his nails being shaved down.

Tia let out a breath as she looked down at his non-destroyed fingers, long nails and all. In the warm firelight of the temple, it was almost easy to imagine his skin tone as something… well, human, despite his nails. But then she looked up at him again, and the image of something other was unmistakable. She paused, briefly transfixed. Tia had seen a number of blight-born today, all of them commanding and inhuman in their way. She wondered if she’d ever grow accustomed to them, living here in Dawnhaven.

A connection flushed within Pleiades and it was shameful — shame and guilt stirred into him. Tia staring up at him and into his eyes caused him to look away because he felt like she could see through him. She was a leader of Aelios, a holy individual, and the elongated stare made him feel like he was being silently judged more than anything else. It caused him to look back to the sign.

Tia looked back down at the sign, self-conscious at having stared for so long. Brushing her blonde hair behind her ear, Tia refocused. The hammer raised again - and when it hit the nail, the world didn’t end.

He focused on where his hands were as Tia began to tap on the nails again. Each time. It caused his body to tense, move, or shake lightly. The unknowing possibility of pain was what caused these reactions. He trusted her or at least he was telling himself that he did. Then the sign seemed to be done, not by any professional, but it was good enough. Closing the hot springs for the night and making sure no one would be high on opium and accidentally drown.

Hesitant tap after tap, the nail drove deeper into the parchment, to the board, to the broom handle, until finally they had something resembling a sign. Tia couldn’t help the proud smile that curved along her face. The nail was slightly askew, and it wasn’t quite flush with the sign, but it was something she’d made. Forgetting her own nerves, Tia looked up to Pleiades and grinned.

Pleiades grinned back at the woman, “Perfect,” He stated as he grabbed onto the sign more securely and stood up. Making sure he didn’t hit or bump Tia at all. “Let’s go shove this into the ground at the top of the stairs,” He took a few steps before looking back at Tia, not knowing if she wanted to come along or not.

Hammer in hand, along with the notebook and charcoal, Tia followed Pleiades. She allowed him to lead her outside, to the steps above the hot springs. Her shoulders tensed as she left the warmth and safety of the temple, but she buried her fists in the loose fabric of her robe. Her eyes were glued to Pleiades’ back as they walked — to his wings. They were enormous, even folded neatly as they were. She was transfixed as the moonlight rippled over the cloak of feathers, swaying gently with each step.

He could not help but attempt to crack a joke while they made their way to the top of the hot springs steps. “With how you were looking at me. I would actually think you care about my fingers,” A teasing tone could be heard from him as his grip tightened on the sigh as he walked. A part of him wanted to know that the woman wasn’t judging him like he felt she was. Why was he feeling judged? He had no idea. Being in the temple made him feel bad in a way that he didn’t think he could. Maybe that was the reason he always hid from religious buildings, organizations, and the like after turning into a blight-born.

The pair arrived at their destination. Tia paused, looking for an appropriate space for the sign. The area around the springs was mostly wood and stone, but — there. There was a crook of space that looked to be a patch of dirt with a shrub growing out of it, just between the temple and the landing. Tia gestured to it with her hammer, looking up at Pleiades.

Stopping near the natural stone steps of the hot springs, he realized that the majority of the area was stone and rock and he sighed. Looking around. Where was a good place to put this sign? Especially where people would see it? That was when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and he glanced over to Tia who was motioning him to look at something. His eyes followed her motions as he looked at what seemed to be a patch of dirt, “Third times the charm, this is when you get my fingers,” Pleiades jokes while going over there. Tia cast him a look that was almost affronted, though there was humor in her eyes.

With his hands repositioning on the sign, Pleiades lifted it up, and forced his weight down. It stuck the broken broom handle into the earth with ease, not too deep, but deep enough where it would stand slightly on its own and he could turn it. Pleiades played with the angle while looking over his shoulders to see where people would be standing on the walkway while approaching before nodding to himself. “I think this is good. Hammer away, priestess,” He held the broom handle, lightly, so it could get wedged into the ground a little more.

At his signal, Tia moved forward. Her technique was more sure this time, aided by the fact that there was now some distance between his fingers and the point of impact. The sharp thwack of the hammer echoed through the air. Before long, the sign was secure in the ground. Tia let out a breath as she stepped back looking at it — it was straight, at least. It was still a bit out of the way, but hopefully it was visible enough. Tia looked around, finding one of the small rectangular lanterns that dotted the springs and placed it directly in front of the sign. She stepped back, head tilted as she examined it. It would have to do, she supposed. Hopefully it wouldn’t be necessary in a few hours. Tia looked up at Pleiades. Then she wrote out another message in his — her — notebook.

Thank you for all your help. Please no more drugs in the hot springs.


The sign was finally placed for people to see so he hoped no one would get hurt from the mistake that happened in the hot springs. Placing his hands on his hips, he watched while the woman wandered around and grabbed a lantern. She placed it in front of the sign, “That should do it. No one should miss that.”

When she began to write in the notebook, he seemed to take interest before she was done, and leaned towards her. Seeing what she wrote, he chuckled and smiled, “It was an accident. I’ll try to make sure I do not have any drugs on me when I am near the hot springs in the future, I promise,” The man sounded sincere. Putting up his hands while taking the small defeat.

“Well…” Pleiades sighed while looking around and up to the stars. Seeing how the snow gradually fell from the sky and how it would continue to do so. “You must be freezing cold,” He stated with thought and consideration while looking at Tia. Her hair was clearly wet and it still looked damp. “Get inside before you catch a cold and have sweet dreams for the both of us, alright?” The man teased slightly as he began to step away. Tia’s smile faltered at the mention of dreams. Then her eyes widened. Pleiades stopped, looking at her to make sure she was going to go into the temple and make it there safely before flying off to his house.

Tia’s hand shot up in a motion to wait. She scribbled something else in the notebook.

Tomorrow morning could you please deliver a letter to Aurelia? It’s very important.


Looking surprised at the gesture, he was curious, and he chuckled. Why was he surprised that she wanted him to deliver something? Maybe because of the current time, it was late, and most people didn't think about sending letters at this time and making him aware of it. “Do you have the letter?” He asked her while taking a step closer.

Tia shook her head.

Still writing. I can give it to you tomorrow. What is your rate?


Glancing at the paper, he nodded his head, and then he seemed to shift his weight when she asked him his rate. “I do not have a rate. Flynn pays me for the courier services, so show up to the post office tomorrow morning and I'll deliver for you,” Usually people would ask about his rate outside of Dawnhaven and he's never had a religious leader ask him. Ashamed. He usually would say sex. His food source but he couldn't let Tia hear that.

Tia blinked at the explanation, but it made sense, she supposed, for him to choose to fund the necessary services in the settlement he was creating. Was she expected to report this sort of thing to the queen? Surely she knew already.

Taking a step away, Pleiades shrugged, “I do accept personal rates but I doubt you would want to spend time with me. I hate being alone. Maybe we could have tea together, bake cookies, or something? When I get back from delivering that letter for you.”

Tia stilled. Was he joking? This seemed like an odd joke to make… but he made odd jokes with a flat tone fairly often, as she was discovering. She offered him a somewhat perplexed smile. But it was warm, still. With one last look at the sign they’d made together, Tia gave one more dip of her chin towards Pleiades in thanks.

Pleiades' smile wavered when he realized that the woman wasn't taking him seriously, at all, and he took a few more steps away. He made sure she was in no danger of his wings before glancing at her and recognizing pride in her expression. She was so proud of that sign. With his wings extended and a large flap, he was gone.

Collab between: Pleiades @The Savant and Tia @c3p-0h
In Pokemon: Starlight Dreams → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I mean the obvious choice to me feels like do it how the games do it - small teams of two or three for the first couple gyms, then they slowly get bigger teams until by the end we’re at full parties of six.
In Pokemon: Starlight Dreams → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
So, in order for the RP to start I need a minimum of 2-3 players. More would be ideal, but I'll take what I can get. There is no rush/pressure, we can start whenever. But that is the state of things.


Say no more, chief.

In Pokemon: Starlight Dreams → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'm a sucker for some pokemon! This is a style of RP mechanics I personally haven't done before so I'm game to try this out. And personally, I really like colored dialogue. It helps me distinguish each PC and better hone in on what is being internalized vs externalized by a character - useful for when writing reactions or envisioning a scene.
In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 5 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Dark Light we also have a pretty active discord channel if you wanna hang out :)
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