Oh, that's true! Hm.. then maybe they could have some sort of rivalry? Rival researchers trying to outdo each other on everything? That could be fun too. If their parents are pioneers, then they would be competing to uphold their family's name.
And I meant personality wise, haha.
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Haha~ It's the grumpiness that makes him look awesome. XD
I think Cyrill's specialty would lie in potions, but I do think he'll need to be somewhat proficient in runes in order to make the more complex brews. Also, Fern and I had Keir and Emmy be childhood friends, so maybe we can go for a slightly different dynamic? Like partners? They could still travel together and research magic that way.
Oh, and what would some of Phaylin's traits be? Just so I have an idea of how Cyrill will be like with her. X3
I think Cyrill's specialty would lie in potions, but I do think he'll need to be somewhat proficient in runes in order to make the more complex brews. Also, Fern and I had Keir and Emmy be childhood friends, so maybe we can go for a slightly different dynamic? Like partners? They could still travel together and research magic that way.
Oh, and what would some of Phaylin's traits be? Just so I have an idea of how Cyrill will be like with her. X3
We need to settle on Phaylin and Cyrill's relationship, and perhaps their specializations. :D
It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Isaac had a plan; she had their path all picked out so he and Aubrey could carry Auntie Mel out, and they were all going to find refuge somewhere in the forests. She didn't know who the other guy was, but she saw he had a big gun with him. He could have protected them, helped them get out of the town safely. But in the end, none of that mattered. Emery could hardly keep up with what Aubrey's mom was saying. There was something too surreal about the absolute certainty with which she spoke, and it made her terrified. She looked to Aubrey, panicking as she tried to think of how to avoid the situation, and noticed the anguish apparent in his visage. No, no, no. They still had a chance. The mysterious man with the gun can help them. Aubrey wouldn't look like that unless… unless… her stomach dropped at the realization.
Emery couldn't quite remember what happened next. All she knew was the man, the mysterious man whose identity still remained unknown to them, was leading them somewhere. Right across the town square, she thought he mentioned. If it were any other day, if she hadn't been so frenetic, she could have offered a different path. One that avoided dragging them into the line of fire. But as it were, she could hardly think straight. Her instincts took over and her feet moved on its own, going by her intrinsic knowledge of the town more than anything. The streets passed her by in a blur, and she was lucky Isaac took hold of her when he did, or she would have likely taken a fall and endangered everyone by now.
She didn't want to cry—not when she knew everything was a hundred times worse for the blonde—but it was hard to keep her frazzled emotions in check. The sound of gunshots echoed across town, keeping her on high alert, and it was never ending. Emery tried to cover her ears with her hands, but it did little to drown out the ringing of gunfire. To make matters worse, the mystery man had just engaged two Crucibellian soldiers in combat. Despite him luring them away from where the three of them hid, they were still within their sights. She tried not to look as he took the first one down, tried to ignore the other one's cries, but she found herself in a state of shock. Emery could only look on in horror, and she shrank behind her two companions when the mysterious man returned to speak with them, afraid to get too close to him.
Again, the man led the way, taking them through the town square. For once, she was glad that she was too out of it to pay attention to the chaos unfolding there. She barely registered when Isaac asked about a hidden path, but she surprised herself with an immediate answer: a rarely trodden path wedged between thickets. It ran parallel to the lake and forked in the middle, its leftmost path leading straight to the northern woods. With the Crucible forces roaming about the island, she couldn't be certain that they wouldn't come across anyone there, but it was their best chance. "Over there," Emery pointed the way to Isaac and Aubrey and stuck close to them, still frightened to be near the white-haired man.
Emery couldn't quite remember what happened next. All she knew was the man, the mysterious man whose identity still remained unknown to them, was leading them somewhere. Right across the town square, she thought he mentioned. If it were any other day, if she hadn't been so frenetic, she could have offered a different path. One that avoided dragging them into the line of fire. But as it were, she could hardly think straight. Her instincts took over and her feet moved on its own, going by her intrinsic knowledge of the town more than anything. The streets passed her by in a blur, and she was lucky Isaac took hold of her when he did, or she would have likely taken a fall and endangered everyone by now.
She didn't want to cry—not when she knew everything was a hundred times worse for the blonde—but it was hard to keep her frazzled emotions in check. The sound of gunshots echoed across town, keeping her on high alert, and it was never ending. Emery tried to cover her ears with her hands, but it did little to drown out the ringing of gunfire. To make matters worse, the mystery man had just engaged two Crucibellian soldiers in combat. Despite him luring them away from where the three of them hid, they were still within their sights. She tried not to look as he took the first one down, tried to ignore the other one's cries, but she found herself in a state of shock. Emery could only look on in horror, and she shrank behind her two companions when the mysterious man returned to speak with them, afraid to get too close to him.
Again, the man led the way, taking them through the town square. For once, she was glad that she was too out of it to pay attention to the chaos unfolding there. She barely registered when Isaac asked about a hidden path, but she surprised herself with an immediate answer: a rarely trodden path wedged between thickets. It ran parallel to the lake and forked in the middle, its leftmost path leading straight to the northern woods. With the Crucible forces roaming about the island, she couldn't be certain that they wouldn't come across anyone there, but it was their best chance. "Over there," Emery pointed the way to Isaac and Aubrey and stuck close to them, still frightened to be near the white-haired man.
Excited to start as well!
So how have you guys been? :D
So how have you guys been? :D
It's great~
Definitely makes it feel official! ;3
Definitely makes it feel official! ;3
Hooray~!
@ ruro, what's 4E on the third one? o.o
@ ruro, what's 4E on the third one? o.o
Yes, that definitely works out~ C: But aww, poor Keir! Got a bad case of the parental pressure. Because of that, Emmy would probably be pestering him to play every time they hang out. "Go do your crazy science explosions later. Accompany me first!" XD
Can't wait to see how Cyrill and Phaylin would be connected.
Oh, and how detailed do we want the CS?
Can't wait to see how Cyrill and Phaylin would be connected.
Oh, and how detailed do we want the CS?
Haha, yeah! His grumpy face is what drew me to the picture. I could already see him rolling his eyes and grumbling about everything. XD
If we want a deeper connection, we could even make them childhood friends, since their ages aren't that far apart. I could see Emmy looking up to him when they were children, and his playing could even possibly have inspired her to pursue music as a career. And I actually pictured Emmy as English, so it wouldn't be too farfetched if Keir had moved to England, right?
If we want a deeper connection, we could even make them childhood friends, since their ages aren't that far apart. I could see Emmy looking up to him when they were children, and his playing could even possibly have inspired her to pursue music as a career. And I actually pictured Emmy as English, so it wouldn't be too farfetched if Keir had moved to England, right?
Edited my post above with a wip. :)
@ Genkai, what did you want Phaylin to specialize in?
@ Genkai, what did you want Phaylin to specialize in?
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