Shit, indeed we are. ^^;
Dlay, the vial contains oasis water, just FYI.
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STATUS: Shout out to @Daxam for dropping that the new Vengence Saga is out. Legit the best midterm exam gift ever. 16 days ago
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Shout out to @Daxam for dropping that the new Vengence Saga is out. Legit the best midterm exam gift ever.
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I've gone back to school, so responses are going to be slower than normal for the forseeable future.
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"Show them I'm the judgement call, the one who makes a kingdom fall."
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"But! I should have known better. Nothing ever stays dead..."
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"There is no one in this room that can stand against me! The Hand of God be my witness, I am the Voice from the Outer World!"
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"A million times I have done this charade. The moment people figure it out, I get the boot." she thought.
"But don't you want to see the fear in their eyes when they see who you really are...? Don't you want dominion of this place, just like how you were unchallenged in Vaal Kastrix?" said the Voice.
Ciara scoffed, immediately thinking of Gulliver and Valen. "I'd love to wipe the smirk off their faces."
"It starts by building a rumor. A rumor of power. This could be the place to start."
She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes resolutely at the Undermage. "Head Advisor, with all due respect, you have no right to ask me about my intentions. If you want answers..."
She stood from her seat, rising to her full height.
"You'll have to duel me for them."
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Iris Ascendis Roleplay (2023) | TikTok Tribute
Her breath caught when she felt the cold metal of a pistol against her temple.
"Put the heart down, and back the hell up if you want your friend to live," the guard said to Ellie in a rumbling baritone, digging the gun into Dream's head.
Dream squinted at Ellie, vision blurred as she tried to breathe. The heart, glinting in Ellie's hands.
The doctor, his face turning white every time she asked what would happen if they failed. Above all else, he said, they had to keep the heart safe. They had to, even if it meant...
She snarled, her boot stamping down on the guard's foot, a burst of light bruising the bone. He yelped, losing his grip. That's all she needed, and she tore away. But in her haste, she saw his free arm reaching for her, and she slipped on panicked feet as he pushed her off the railing.
She held back a scream, staring straight down into the boiling pit below. The guard wrapped a tight hand around her ankle, and Ellie could see Dream's other foot flailing; she restrained herself poorly from kicking the guard, desperately hoping she wouldn't die.
As her captor supported himself against the railing, his pistol pointed at Ellie.
"I'll drop her, I swear I'll drop her!"
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TENEBRAE: The Rebellion of Shadows Roleplay (2021)
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This is beautiful, I'll bookmark it. (2016)
Another kind comment. (2024)
This is what makes it worth it. (2024)
I'm grateful for the ride. (2024)
Deep, golden orbs stared back at her from within the cave.
God, she couldn't breathe.
He was monstrous. The ground trembled under her feet as his rippling, massive body exited the cave. Thunderous footsteps left cracks in the dirt, his breath sent waves of heat creeping over her skin. The transformation was slow, but it looked like something from a nightmare with the way his long teeth were bared.
A great and terrible roar sounded from his gaping maw.
She needed to run. Now.
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Academy 218 Roleplay (2014)
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[OOC: Posting Xiga's perspective tomorrow.]
Azula could plainly see the gears working away in the exotic soul's mind. The worries and confusion tossing this way and that in a catastrophic display behind her eyes. She could almost pick out words, sentences. And no, Azula was no mind reader. But she was over 700 years old. Observing and understanding behavior was something she picked up along the way.
"Did the men at the crater follow you?"
Azula gazed at her innocently, leaning back on her haunches. "A valid question, of course. But if I knew you didn't like them, would I bring with with me? No. I'm here for you."
She padded closer to the soul, big blue eyes staring into hers. Something pulled and twinged inside the exotic soul, as though some unseen thing was trying to get a better look. "Do you feel it inside you? The weakness, the fatigue. The void inside the shreds of your soul, slowly tearing you to pieces? You're dying, Exotic one. Piece by shattered piece."
She blinked, coming back to herself. Every time she tried to See further into anything, like a soul, a tree, deities, it made her eyes sore, even after all those years of practice. It was a good 30-second skill to verify the wellbeing of anyone, but that was about it. Examining the exotic soul's soul-body, Azula could already tell the first thing she wanted to help the exotic soul with was get some real clothes. The skimpy black lace and things didn't do her justice. But little priorities would have to wait. The exotic soul needed some major consoling.
"I can make it stop." Azula said, ducking her head to the pouch in her vest, pulling out a tiny crystal vial filled with clear liquid. She held it loosely in her teeth, offering it up to the soul.
Azula could plainly see the gears working away in the exotic soul's mind. The worries and confusion tossing this way and that in a catastrophic display behind her eyes. She could almost pick out words, sentences. And no, Azula was no mind reader. But she was over 700 years old. Observing and understanding behavior was something she picked up along the way.
"Did the men at the crater follow you?"
Azula gazed at her innocently, leaning back on her haunches. "A valid question, of course. But if I knew you didn't like them, would I bring with with me? No. I'm here for you."
She padded closer to the soul, big blue eyes staring into hers. Something pulled and twinged inside the exotic soul, as though some unseen thing was trying to get a better look. "Do you feel it inside you? The weakness, the fatigue. The void inside the shreds of your soul, slowly tearing you to pieces? You're dying, Exotic one. Piece by shattered piece."
She blinked, coming back to herself. Every time she tried to See further into anything, like a soul, a tree, deities, it made her eyes sore, even after all those years of practice. It was a good 30-second skill to verify the wellbeing of anyone, but that was about it. Examining the exotic soul's soul-body, Azula could already tell the first thing she wanted to help the exotic soul with was get some real clothes. The skimpy black lace and things didn't do her justice. But little priorities would have to wait. The exotic soul needed some major consoling.
"I can make it stop." Azula said, ducking her head to the pouch in her vest, pulling out a tiny crystal vial filled with clear liquid. She held it loosely in her teeth, offering it up to the soul.
200th OOC post, woot!
Hee hee, I aim to please, Scarlet. =w=
Character flaws and addictions are so fun to play out, though. Showing a little weakness opens up a whole new arc of possible stories. Don't you agree? ;3
I liked it, Synch. You totally deserve some hibernation after that. XD
I think that oughta be a signature quote it's so good.
Cora might come in the night and steal all the cigars. Maybe leave a little ice dragon to admire while the emporium freaks out next morning. Tee hee. ^3^
Mad Scarlet said
I died laughing when I read this. XDD
Hee hee, I aim to please, Scarlet. =w=
Xzayler said
What's up with everyone suddenly liking cigarettes, Shida is gonna be so popular cos he's the only one that can make fire. He can just bribe the hell out of Cora.
Character flaws and addictions are so fun to play out, though. Showing a little weakness opens up a whole new arc of possible stories. Don't you agree? ;3
Synchronize said
its not my best post and i apologize for that. now excuse me while i pass out for the next thirteen hours lol.
I liked it, Synch. You totally deserve some hibernation after that. XD
Mokeia Mateao said
Where there is smoke there is fire, Shida's Cigar emporium. :)
I think that oughta be a signature quote it's so good.
Cora might come in the night and steal all the cigars. Maybe leave a little ice dragon to admire while the emporium freaks out next morning. Tee hee. ^3^
Mmm, I could eat you now. But I haven't posted either, contrary to what I said yesterday. :p
Dlayeth said
I couldn't help but wonder but... who is cora?
Sorry, it's been edited. Seems I confused my other RP character into this for a second. Cora Rishaw is an ice-wielding badass who destroys aliens. :p
You've said the word, Sarpy. I must play Skyrim, or I'm not gonna be able to sleep tonight. o.o
Don't I feel popular~
My bad, I'll message ya.
Andre Valias said
Get in line. :'3c
Don't I feel popular~
Dlayeth said
So... what are you up to all this time, and may I humbly request a skype or something from you?
My bad, I'll message ya.
WrensthavAviovus said
I'll get to editing my post tonight maybe. Just moved in yesterday and i still have to organize some things.
Congratulations on the move. Looking forward to that edit. ^^
Dlayeth said
Estyl??? You there?
Yes, posting today! Sorry for the delay, Dlay. (So funneh.) xD
I'm McLovin' our IC, almost everyone is active and having a good time. =w=
As a side note, Cora's addiction to smoke doesn't originate from tobacco. Back in the day when bud was more plentiful, she was quite the stoner. ;)
As a side note, Cora's addiction to smoke doesn't originate from tobacco. Back in the day when bud was more plentiful, she was quite the stoner. ;)
"Shall we wait for Beau and Phillip?"
Cora continued her slow pace, pulling the diagonal zipper of her sweater to chest height to block the chill of night winds. The smell of air was fresh, but only if her head tilted away from the grungy trash littering the dry soil. "I'd rather they catch up later, I'm afraid I'll rip someone's head off if I talk to anyone else."
"But I had a question for you, Aerilyn. And I need you to be honest, since I need to know your strengths for this fight. You were once a bodyguard, so I'm curious as to what combat skills you know. And how's your handle on your element? Can you control gale storms yet?" Cora asked, half expecting there to be no issues. Aerilyn was a confident, authoritative girl who was proficient at everything she did, from what Cora assumed.
Her eyes lit up with curiosity when Shida walked past. Something smells delicious. I mean, fucking sexy. Is that a-- HOLY SHIT, CIGAR.
Her jaw almost fell off her face from how much it gaped open. A hand wiped the drool off her mouth, eyes totally fixated on that cigar. In the universe of Cora it was only her and that rolled tobacco. Her and her negative feelings, her stress, her need to beat someone with a chair -- repeatedly. And the cigar, smooth, rare, an instant fix.
The ice girl's obvious goo-goo eyes stayed oblivious to everything but that cigar until Aerilyn gusted it from Shida's grip. His irritation was tangible enough that he stormed away. Leaping (literally) at the opportunity, a fish made of ice snapped up the tossed cigar before it hit the ground, swimming haphazardly through the air to Cora's open palms. It seemed to puff up at the chest before vomiting its prize in its puppet master's hands, disintegrating into snowflakes moments after.
She cackled mockingly, looking devilishly at the barely used cigar in her hands. She knocked a few loose pieces of tobacco from it, examining the outer shell for any other imperfections. It was almost loving how she handled it delicately, putting the lightest amount of pressure on the object.
She could feel Aerilyn's eyes drilling holes in her brain. Nothing overly obvious, of course, but Cora was aware of her evident dislike of cigars. She decided to sound slightly responsible. "Typically I never smoke these. But nowadays it's hard to get any type of a fix, even legally. Would you excuse me a moment?"
Trailing Shida, Cora found herself back near the entrance of the cave. It was in unobstructed sight, at least. Her eyes hovered on the two boys having their 'bro moment', hungrily appraising Shida. There was only one reason she'd ever pull a desperado like this: Shida -- who still made her uncomfortable -- was her only source of flame at the moment. And a certain cigar begged her to be smoked.
Wait... He wouldn't let me have this. I stole it. Cora facepalmed, completely forgetting the most fundamental rules in civil society. It had been such a long time since her actions actually meant anything outside the walls of her Atlantian home. Whatever. He did ditch the thing. I'll play it cool.
She approached the two, a sly grin on her face that didn't seem to reach her eyes. "I just happened to stumble on a real beauty down the road, can't believe someone just left 'er in the bushes. But I don't have a light. Could you do me the honors, fiery one?"
The sheer amount of style points Wolgran earned from how he evicted the rest of the Hygrons was so great, Cora's enthusiasm got the best of her. She didn't speak, but her singular applaud echoed off the mountains in quick staccato. The moans of waterlogged Hygrons joined in shortly after.
Wolgran truly showed his resolve after he cleared a small part of the sky. "You MUST stop this. You MUST succeed. I decided, If ever you will need me, just call me with your powers and I will come flying."
Cora's gray eyes took in the sky, not remembering if she'd ever seen stars before. The little section clear of the polluting clouds seemed so pristine, so tranquil. Pure, glittering fat stars winked down at her, and she cursed her ignorance. The stars were eternal, having been twinkling away this entire time.
If anything, we'll steal the Vygorn's ship. If we can't save Kyra, there is hope in the stars. Cora pondered, her gaze fixed to the heavens until the clouds blotted out what lay beyond.
Cora continued her slow pace, pulling the diagonal zipper of her sweater to chest height to block the chill of night winds. The smell of air was fresh, but only if her head tilted away from the grungy trash littering the dry soil. "I'd rather they catch up later, I'm afraid I'll rip someone's head off if I talk to anyone else."
"But I had a question for you, Aerilyn. And I need you to be honest, since I need to know your strengths for this fight. You were once a bodyguard, so I'm curious as to what combat skills you know. And how's your handle on your element? Can you control gale storms yet?" Cora asked, half expecting there to be no issues. Aerilyn was a confident, authoritative girl who was proficient at everything she did, from what Cora assumed.
Her eyes lit up with curiosity when Shida walked past. Something smells delicious. I mean, fucking sexy. Is that a-- HOLY SHIT, CIGAR.
Her jaw almost fell off her face from how much it gaped open. A hand wiped the drool off her mouth, eyes totally fixated on that cigar. In the universe of Cora it was only her and that rolled tobacco. Her and her negative feelings, her stress, her need to beat someone with a chair -- repeatedly. And the cigar, smooth, rare, an instant fix.
The ice girl's obvious goo-goo eyes stayed oblivious to everything but that cigar until Aerilyn gusted it from Shida's grip. His irritation was tangible enough that he stormed away. Leaping (literally) at the opportunity, a fish made of ice snapped up the tossed cigar before it hit the ground, swimming haphazardly through the air to Cora's open palms. It seemed to puff up at the chest before vomiting its prize in its puppet master's hands, disintegrating into snowflakes moments after.
She cackled mockingly, looking devilishly at the barely used cigar in her hands. She knocked a few loose pieces of tobacco from it, examining the outer shell for any other imperfections. It was almost loving how she handled it delicately, putting the lightest amount of pressure on the object.
She could feel Aerilyn's eyes drilling holes in her brain. Nothing overly obvious, of course, but Cora was aware of her evident dislike of cigars. She decided to sound slightly responsible. "Typically I never smoke these. But nowadays it's hard to get any type of a fix, even legally. Would you excuse me a moment?"
Trailing Shida, Cora found herself back near the entrance of the cave. It was in unobstructed sight, at least. Her eyes hovered on the two boys having their 'bro moment', hungrily appraising Shida. There was only one reason she'd ever pull a desperado like this: Shida -- who still made her uncomfortable -- was her only source of flame at the moment. And a certain cigar begged her to be smoked.
Wait... He wouldn't let me have this. I stole it. Cora facepalmed, completely forgetting the most fundamental rules in civil society. It had been such a long time since her actions actually meant anything outside the walls of her Atlantian home. Whatever. He did ditch the thing. I'll play it cool.
She approached the two, a sly grin on her face that didn't seem to reach her eyes. "I just happened to stumble on a real beauty down the road, can't believe someone just left 'er in the bushes. But I don't have a light. Could you do me the honors, fiery one?"
The sheer amount of style points Wolgran earned from how he evicted the rest of the Hygrons was so great, Cora's enthusiasm got the best of her. She didn't speak, but her singular applaud echoed off the mountains in quick staccato. The moans of waterlogged Hygrons joined in shortly after.
Wolgran truly showed his resolve after he cleared a small part of the sky. "You MUST stop this. You MUST succeed. I decided, If ever you will need me, just call me with your powers and I will come flying."
Cora's gray eyes took in the sky, not remembering if she'd ever seen stars before. The little section clear of the polluting clouds seemed so pristine, so tranquil. Pure, glittering fat stars winked down at her, and she cursed her ignorance. The stars were eternal, having been twinkling away this entire time.
If anything, we'll steal the Vygorn's ship. If we can't save Kyra, there is hope in the stars. Cora pondered, her gaze fixed to the heavens until the clouds blotted out what lay beyond.
More than one look in my direction, lovely. Evelyn thought irritably, keeping the majority of her reaction hidden behind a nonchalant attitude. Kester's wild head sweeps of confusion drew many curious looks, and the shock behind his stare when their eyes met had her begging to facepalm. Subtlety clearly was not his strong suit. But the moment after Evelyn considered her little 'help' may have backfired, Kester shot her a look of sincere gratitude.
This could prove advantageous yet. I wonder... Evelyn snickered, entertaining the scheming ideas half-baked in her head.
Although she failed to notice Mirabelle's keen observation of Kester's situation, Evelyn saw red flags in her head when the courtier stood and took her leave.
Evelyn slipped into thought, working the gears of her mind. Mirabelle, the noble I have yet to research, shame on me. But from what I can tell... She's new to the court, so she doesn't have many friends among these people. Her performance was amiable, they'll remember her a short time for it. But to solidify those memories she needs to acquaint herself with as many nobles as she can, tonight. That's how networking works, and it's a necessity here. Politics are just getting dirtier, they'll step on each other to dip a thumb in a pie. If she's leaving now, her goals here are obviously not to make friends, or even get close to the King (though that remains to be seen.) Her face is too perfect, she gives absolutely nothing away. It takes constant effort to be a closed book.
However, she may just be retiring to her room to put away the lute. She may be back later to mingle, and I may be reading into this too much. But if my suspicion is true, there's no time like the present.
Evelyn would scour the kingdom's archives later, but first she turned to the King's right hand. However, his timing couldn't have been more ill, begging pardon of the King before leaving the hall. She met his eyes, easily deducing what he was up to. Which was perfect; he was in the midst of answering her would-be question.
"We'll discuss further later, Garthois." She said as he took his leave, feeling a devilish smile curl her lips.
That left herself and the court to entertain the King. Her eyes politely graced over his kingly features: the crown, the fine attire, the rings. All of that was show, of course. A King was not his jewels. But DuRant was no ordinary King, or at least his ascension was by no ordinary means. Rather than by the divination of God, DuRant was chosen by man. One man. Himself. And like a composer conducting his most revered work, His Majesty orchestrated the kingdom so not even she was the wiser.
Her curiosity still remained unsatisfied. "Your Majesty, I pray I'm not too bold when I say your kingdom flourishes; the people love their King. The Guild operates in the shadows, money abounds, and the nobles freely indulge in their ignorance. I find it hard to blame luck for all this good fortune. What, I wonder, is the great King DuRant's secret?"
This could prove advantageous yet. I wonder... Evelyn snickered, entertaining the scheming ideas half-baked in her head.
Although she failed to notice Mirabelle's keen observation of Kester's situation, Evelyn saw red flags in her head when the courtier stood and took her leave.
Evelyn slipped into thought, working the gears of her mind. Mirabelle, the noble I have yet to research, shame on me. But from what I can tell... She's new to the court, so she doesn't have many friends among these people. Her performance was amiable, they'll remember her a short time for it. But to solidify those memories she needs to acquaint herself with as many nobles as she can, tonight. That's how networking works, and it's a necessity here. Politics are just getting dirtier, they'll step on each other to dip a thumb in a pie. If she's leaving now, her goals here are obviously not to make friends, or even get close to the King (though that remains to be seen.) Her face is too perfect, she gives absolutely nothing away. It takes constant effort to be a closed book.
However, she may just be retiring to her room to put away the lute. She may be back later to mingle, and I may be reading into this too much. But if my suspicion is true, there's no time like the present.
Evelyn would scour the kingdom's archives later, but first she turned to the King's right hand. However, his timing couldn't have been more ill, begging pardon of the King before leaving the hall. She met his eyes, easily deducing what he was up to. Which was perfect; he was in the midst of answering her would-be question.
"We'll discuss further later, Garthois." She said as he took his leave, feeling a devilish smile curl her lips.
That left herself and the court to entertain the King. Her eyes politely graced over his kingly features: the crown, the fine attire, the rings. All of that was show, of course. A King was not his jewels. But DuRant was no ordinary King, or at least his ascension was by no ordinary means. Rather than by the divination of God, DuRant was chosen by man. One man. Himself. And like a composer conducting his most revered work, His Majesty orchestrated the kingdom so not even she was the wiser.
Her curiosity still remained unsatisfied. "Your Majesty, I pray I'm not too bold when I say your kingdom flourishes; the people love their King. The Guild operates in the shadows, money abounds, and the nobles freely indulge in their ignorance. I find it hard to blame luck for all this good fortune. What, I wonder, is the great King DuRant's secret?"
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