Fetzen

The Whispering Badlands

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Othen Perelyn

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Othen didn't let loose of Rook's nephew. In fact, it rather seemed that his grip slowly tightened as the discussion around him progressed. If deliberately or by being distracted from fine-tuning his strength, that was up to Emmett to judge. If it had been someone else than crazy Emmett, he would not have believed this flower picking story at all. For the days passed since the beginning of this journey however, that boy had been prooving himself to be foolish enough to make the thought of him searching nice looking petals in the middle of the night, in the middle of the Badlands, feasible. And Floure and Grace apparently did support his statements, so even if he had not believed it right now, he would not have been in the mood for initiating a three-against-one trade of barbs. He had no idea that all three of them were making a fool out of him...

Yet there was something that did grab his attention: The rope. "Tell me Emmett... did you tie yourself to a tree in order to limit the area within you could get lost ?" His downward-facing countenance was telling that he knew that something odd was going on here, but Othen still had no hint about what that could be. Emmett was a bloody, steady annoyance. With that opinion having been confirmed once more and for the sake of being able to continue slumbering sooner, he let loose of him.

Before heading off back to the camp, Othen unraveled the knot that held the rope slung around the dead tree's trunk - and then slung it around that other trunk that was his forearm. "Feel free to go for a pee now. I don't think that thing's long enough in order to gain enough distance from the camp to not annoy anyone with the smell of it once I'm back there." He indeed did intend to serve as a dead tree's replacement for the rest of the night. Whatever Emmett had been doing out here, he likely wouldn't be able to do it again within the range he would be restricted to as, apparently, he had to go out this far for it. Hopefully Emmett would be fit by tomorrow and not be impaired to much by this self-induced lack of sleep: There was a strict training regime Othen had ready in his mind for Captain Cocky. He planned on 'proposing' it the moment Emmett would live up to Othen's nickname for him the next time. He had not yet made that new name public.

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@Deserted Is Rook not sleeping at the camp like Othen did ?

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I'll wait for Grace's and Emmett's reaction while thinking about how Othen could behave in case he's in nuclear meltdown because having been revealed to a little conspiracy by Grace :)

Torn Across the Rift

Eating... Vaughtar sensed that he could be in danger of embarrassing himself when they would go eating. The problem was not that he couldn't eat, the problem he was afraid of was that, according to his experiences on Munimis, he had a tendency to eat more than the human beings around him approved of once he had warmed up. And it was consensus that his table manners were somewhere between strange and dreadful. His claws had not been designed to hold a fork, a spoon or a knife, but to impale things and slice them.

For now, trying to keep his worries below radar level, the gargoyle sat down again on the crate. Hopefully there was nothing valuable or otherwise important in there, because it was noticeably deformed by now.

'There ?' Vata likely hadn't directly intended it, but this single and seemlingly unimportant word was raising Vaughtar's hopes instantaneously. If he was talking about a 'there' and if he was talking about complaining about the cold, it could only mean that he intended to return to this castle. This... submarine... yes, Winston had called in that way, was dry and fairly silent, but what he would need on the long term was true freedom. So far he had not seen a single room that would have been large enough for him to spread his wings and start flying - he just couldn't stay like that for the rest of his life. He just had to try and join this mission, but he wouldn't blurt it out.

"Erm... So you want to go back there with a team ?" he asked to everybody around.

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984

"You sure ? Both of us need to be rested if we want to continue this journey in an efficient manner." Madawc was indeed a bit skeptical and his voice made no secret out of that circumstance. However, if Xavier would state now that he was sure about it, he wouldn't ask again but snuggle down into his sleeping bag.

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@Deserted
I could imagine that Othen has caused enough noise when waking up and getting on his way or just has thrown around enough sand with his feet to accidentally hit Rook. He's neither the quietest nor the most careful one, especially not when he's angered.

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Othen Perelyn

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The expedition so far had been a rather major, but also rather expectable disaster. They had made far more progress in exhausting their resources than in distance covered. Their water supplies were nearly gone, and their horses had become a series of food sources for vultures and the like. Ironically, it had been the one given to Othen that had collapsed last. He had not covered a single mile not walking on his own feet, simply because he had not dared to put his near 400 pounds of bodyweight alone on one of the poor animal's backs, given the circumstances. So it had had more rest than the others. What Othen was hoping was that, at least, the carcasses were aligned in a straight line and not in a circle...

He had not built up a real tent, but a drastically simplified variant that consisted of just two poles holding two corners of a plane whilst the other two corners were on the ground weighted with stones. Beneath that he was sleeping, or, to be more precise, he had been sleeping. Emmett's light footsteps had not been enough to wake him, nor had it been Floure performing her strange ritual. Grace's rant towards Emmett however had made it across the critical threshold - and he really would have liked to return the favor with even more loudness, right from his tent. But there were things to be considered: The fire had diminished into a fading smoulder, so the argument of it revealing their position to everyone was no more. He wouldn't trap himself by going the extra mile on what he thought himself of being a bad idea to do, so he left his place, guided through the darkness by the voices reaching his ears.

When he reached the scene, his now adapted eyes gave him confirmation of what he had already been afraid of when he had woken up. As much as Othen would have construed a natural event causing this nightly gathering as a pleasant variety of the daily routine - a dead tree surrounded by nothing but sand in the midst of the Badlands just couldn't be that. So he turned his attention towards the more likely cause - Emmett. The boy had just given him a near perfect fit occasion with his 'No maybe you’re going to give me a good thrashing so I can learn my lesson?'. Othen didn't know what the fuss was all about, but hearing Emmett speaking in the tone he did right now was enough reason to firmly believe that he was the ultimate cause for this deprivation of sleep.

He pushed himself by the two ladies and did not stop his approach until Rook's nephew was in range of his massive hand. He grabbed the boy at the upper arm and turned him around. The next step on the escalation ladder would be lifting him off the ground so he could shout at his face from even closer. "Emmett ? What have you done now ? Why am I not allowed to sleep tonight ? Hm ? I could give you a 'good thrashing' if you would like."

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984

"Well... that doesn't work on me." he said smiling. "I prefer not intimidating enemies by appearance, but by my actions alone." He didn't carry this out as a critique, but a simple statement. "Have you planned for anyone of us standing guard or do you believe that won't be necessary ?" Their horses could be stolen, or their other posessions, or they themselves could become victims of an attack... That were some of the thoughts Madawc had in his mind when asking this.

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

Made my way through the most recent collabs.

Btw. Sorry Mei for what I've written yesterday, but when I read this I felt pretty much 'what-the-f***ed' initially.

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

It's totally dependend on decisions Andri is not the one to make I think.

edit: @SunsetRoses I'm on the pad now if you want.