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[Mid-High Casual] The Wings of the Seraph

A'right! I'll be fixing Azrael's CS and we can begin.

[Mid-High Casual] The Wings of the Seraph

Since we're just lacking one member, would it be okay for us to start with the IC? If, ever, the last member would appear later, we can always find a way for him to fit in.

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

She had never slept this good since she had learned of her abilities. Well, she felt good, partly, because she was able to sleep without the nightmares forcing her awake and, well, she was able to sleep longer without Rose screaming orders into her communicator. Rhea sat up in bed with a smile, stretching her arms as a post-sleep activity. Of course, Rhea went through her daily routine albeit with more beam and gleam. Rhea had woken up at around three in the afternoon, marching to the kitchen where she prepared some tea for herself. Sure, she could bother Hatty for that but it would be imposing too much on her newly found friend. It was relaxing though. No Package, No Rose, nadda! For once, she found solace in solitude whilst she wore her white night gown without anyone there to judge or see her. In time, Rhea took her tea to the gardens, enjoying the peaceful afternoon without them fighting or something. Her hands waltzed over to one of the dying flowers, smoothing her pale fingers over its petals. She had always experimented with non-human living things, trying to see if her cells could also cater to interracial healing. There were some disastrous results, like a flower disintegrating instead, but she had trained her abilities through all the disintegrated flowers. On this particular flower, the petals began to sprang back to life. A wide grin escaped Rhea's face as she did a little victory dance with the teacup in hand. She was improving! Little by little, she was becoming better than usual! Sure, she couldn't collapse buildings or burn something to cinders but, hey, this was her progress and she wouldn't want it in any other way.

After she had pleasantly finished her tea, Rhea knew that her great start was just a joke for a bad day. Package's voice roared out of her communicator, apparently panicking about something bad. Oh, it was going to be bad because, one, why was he the one informing them; where's Rose? Two, Package was not his usual 'swaggy' mood. There was a distinct emotion of panic and, dare she say it, fear in his voice. This prompted Rhea to quicken her pace, rushing towards her quarters and hastily putting on a new white robe over herself as she bolted out of her room. Her eyes went over to Sentinel's room, half-wanting to go there to retrieve her gloves but decided against it, Sentinel might be training or something. Yeah, he did mention that he trained on the roof but she would prefer to play it safe than to be a victim of a flying fist that could topple towns. Hurriedly, Rhea ran towards the kitchen. There seems to be a lot of things that are wrong this morning; in hindsight, her waking up in good spirits should have been clue number one.

"Evan!" Rhea called out, the seriousness of the situation prompting her to call the Amazon by his name. "I'm not even gunna ask why ye be da one answerin' da intercom but..." she paused, realizing that the demigod was still naked. "Befur ye tell us to be suitin' up, ye might want to suit up yerself first." the girl huffed out before shaking her head. Oh, she wanted to blurt out 'Where is Rose' but, heck, as if that would help. "What be the situation?" Rhea inquired, pulling down her hood as she looked at her comrade with a stern glare. "Where be Rose when ya be needin' her?"

[Mid-High Casual] The Wings of the Seraph

Last one member needed! :D

[Mid-High Casual] The Wings of the Seraph

Itzal worked as a candlemaker. Get it cuz he is afraid of the dark? And candles make light and-

Also, if you can come up with more reasons for Princess Azrael's cowardice than you can Prince Azrael's perhaps it would be best to go with Princess Azrael. *shrugs*

@Monotonous

Regarding the candlemaker thingy


Oh, and good point regarding Prince/Princess Azrael. I might go with Princess since I got an idea for now; not sure if it will hold out 'till the long run. So, we're just waiting for one more person, then, we can begin.

[Mid-High Casual] The Wings of the Seraph

Oh, and I am so sorry hahaha I wasn't able to see Zen :c He is accepted :D Send him into the character tab as well

[Mid-High Casual] The Wings of the Seraph

I can certainly see where Zen's profession can be of use to the broken Seraphs. Make sure to introduce that country, though. That way, I may be able to work it into the RP itself. Who knows? A full-blown country vs country war might occur.

[Mid-High Casual] The Wings of the Seraph

Looking for last two members! :D

[Mid-High Casual] The Wings of the Seraph

Wonderful character! I'm looking forward to Itzal's lost of innocence when the time comes that he has to kill someone :D Totally not thinking of a plot that would force him to kill a person. Send him to the dungeon-- I mean Character tab!

Anyway, your characters are all interesting people and I have a few ideas in the long run. By the way, have you guys thought of what your character has been doing during their 'lull' two years? I was planning for Akriel to have been working in a soup kitchen or something. Oh, and during the IC, Akriel will be asking inputs from your characters like intel or data-- so that we can all build our world happily ever after. Pretty much, the world is a sandbox, so feel free to add in your own elements to the roleplay.

Oh, I think I'll be changing Prince Azrael to Princess Azrael. I thought it would be more interesting for Azrael to be a woman since she would be the first queen without a king, so she would have more valid reasons to have left her duties and fled. But, what do you guys think?

Lastly, since there are four of us now, I think I'll be opening the sign-ups for the last two people. That way, we can all begin.

Thanks guys1

Live like Royalty... Or Die Trying

Hn." Crix merely grunted as Violette snaked her arms under his. Well, what was he suppose to say? 'You needn't worry about your ability to charm men because you already did when I first laid my eyes on you'? Not a chance. The duo began their slow journey towards the castle gardens, Crix's eyes surveying the landscape of a place which he never had explored before. Upon reaching the gardens, Crix couldn't stop himself from smoothing his fingers over the live petals, enjoying the sensation of authentic flowers for once. The flowers back home are synthetic, designed to bring beauty without maintenance; a logical invention but there's just something that is missing if the concept of 'life' is not added. It's never truly beautiful if it's not alive in the first place. "We rarely have these back home." Crix remarked, his face relaxing upon seeing the bright and colourful flowers, their petals flourishing in the warm sun. There were a lot that Crix could think to improve the Freyean courtyard. An automatic watering system for the plants via pipes that collect rainwater and other used water from the different sections. Of course, some filtering systems could be implemented to make sure that the water is safe for the plants. This would not only reduce workload but it would allow the kingdom to recycle water over and over again. Still, there was no rush.

The prince led his princess to a small bench that overlooked the magnificence of the Freyean gardens, the tulips, daisies and sunflowers cascading perfectly to create the vivid appearance of an even larger flower. As the sun's rays moved, so did the flowers, shifting the collage of petals into a plethora of further colours that would put a rainbow to shame. At the princess' mention of her not being fond of such parties, Crix tried to stifle a chuckle. "You are right. I don't fancy parties as well. I'd rather build something than attend frivolous gatherings with no other intentions than to garner allies and fortune. It seems that a lot of them have degraded social gatherings to a mere tool instead of what it actually is: human need." The prince spoke coldly, remembering how he was left in the castle walls, imprisoned by parapets of stone while his brothers were enjoying themselves out there. Still, as time passed by, Crix began to find solace in his solitude. No, if he didn't invent countless things, he would still be in the castle walls, not being able to meet princess Violette or any of his counterparts for that matter. He was a skeleton in the closet, a shame of the Atrox bloodline. However, whenever he saw Violette look at him without prejudice, without judgement, without disdain, Crix knew that everyone was bound to find something for them eventually. Her smile contradicted his, for Crix never smiled unless he really meant to. Smiles were sacred things, for him.

"You don't have to keep smiling, you know?" Crix remarked, suppressing some coughs here and there. "In Paplia, princesses are taught that for them to appear perfect, they need to keep smiling even if they are tired, hurt or sad. I don't believe in such nonsense." Crix gazed at his cane, the paplian emblem of royalty branded at the hilt. "If you're hurt, frown. If you're tired, sigh. If you're sad, cry. It is simple. When you keep smiling, that grin loses its meaning: happiness. People will think that you're always happy, that you don't have the right to feel anything else but happiness." he was talking longer than what he was used to. Still, it might have stemmed from the fact that he was talking to nothing but screws, bolts and metal for a good part of his life.

Crix was surprised that he wasn't coughing hard like usual but, when the thought entered his mind, immediately, his lungs began to tighten as his coughed voraciously. Finally, after what seemed like decades, his illness abated in its assault. Crix hastily wiped his lips with the cloth, straightening himself so that he wouldn't look too weak. "Pardon me for my illness. It has been plaguing my health for the entirety of my childhood." Crix shook his head. "My parents are scum for marrying me off without a thought for my bride. You're an honest person, Violette. Tell me, do you honestly think I'll last long?" Crix bluntly asked. Most people would find the answer disconcerting but, for Crix, he valued honesty above all else.