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Rites of Passage: A High Fantasy/Forgotten Realms Adventure. Seek ye Justice or Vengence?

Regular RP Bun. Just using the setting which is more than just for D&D. Don't even need knowledge of the setting...generic high-fantasy familiarity is enough. Id welcome you aboard. Provided you bring hot chocolate & cookies. ;-)

@Astarael42

Thanks ya for answering. And if that's all it takes to bribe muh way into the RP then Sold! :]

Rites of Passage: A High Fantasy/Forgotten Realms Adventure. Seek ye Justice or Vengence?

Hi!

I'm interested, but like is this Dungeons and Dragons?

Cuz like I played in this world before I thinks but it was tabletops with dice and little circles of people on a map with squares. Soooo like are we going to do charries sheets like the game, with numbers and gigantic rulebooks? Oh and is it like kill, steal, buy, and role dices and do maths?!

Cuz if that's the case not interested. But if it's like regular RP then yush. Interested. Me. Totes^^

Lantern

MC~~<3!!

A pair of spectacles? White flowers?

Out of nowhere the strength to reach out and snatch the white flowers came to her and she found herself kneeling in ankle deep water hunched over and shivering now. Oh, how she wished she had not tossed her poncho earlier. But white flowers... Senorita Florita Feliz...

MC reached into the water with her other hand and grabbed the spectacles and tried them on. Instantly her head snapped back as if she was punched. Shaking her head and inwardly scolding herself for being so curious, she folded the glasses and hung them off of the left strap of her skimpy, showy, yet lovingly decorated bra top. The flowers she shook off gently and tucked them behind both ears.

With a grunt she tried to get to her feet, but after wobbling about for a bit, she promplty splashed back down, butt first into the water. Hazel eyes were shut tight and elbows rested upon knees as her hands chutched her cheeks. MC's fingertips pressed into her temples and rubbed in circular motions to stave off the disorientation and nausea.

And suddenly she realized just how quiet it was. Not out here. No, it was too quiet in her head. Senior Buho... ohhhh... I cannot sense you... ay, I can only hope you and Lil' Miss Happy Flower are okay still--

Splashing. She could hear someone splashing. Someone or something coming closer. One hand lowered from her head and into the water to grab a river rock from beside her. A big one. Her light brown hand grasped it tightly then--

--the humming of a something pleasant, something familiar, something lovely and metallic was gently placed into her lap. MC opened her eyes now. The Green lit egg...

...and Robin!

But the sexless beauty did not utter a single word to her. Instead she bumbled over and collapsed onto the grass at the water's edge. Mia-Canta half crawled, half-stumbled her way over to Robin's side. As Robin lay prone, clutching the violet lit egg to her chest, MC lay down in front of her, clutching the green lit egg to her own chest. With her other hand, she stroked both the messengers wet oak-hued head and wet back gently. All the while, MC held her eyes tightly shut and repeatedly counted softly neath her breath to 10 before inhaling deep and exhaling long.

Robin rolled over and stared at the gorgeous open sky. MC opened her eyes and openly stared at the gorgeous thing beside her. The Latina soon found herself breathing deep again, but this time to not calm the pain in her head, no, this time she was trying to still her fluttering heart. “...belleza a mi lado...” she mumbled through softly smiling full dusky lips.

She reached for a white flower behind her ear, thinking that it would be nice to place such a thing behind Robin's ear. Also it would be so nice to stroke her brown hair again. Touch her olive cheek with her own again. Feel her breath against her neck--

Robin struggled to her feet and rushed over to enter the building, whose sign that she could not read, lit by a golden lantern wh--

MC's eyes popped wide and she shook her head several times before rubbing her eyes before once more opening them slowly and staring at-- yes it really was there.

Soon enough she struggled her own way over to the building and cautiously opened the door. Instantly the smells of goodness, goodies, drink and warmth rushed her and set her mind aglow and tummy grumbling.

But the first thing she did was rush over to a bench and snatch up a blanket that stretched out over the bench back rest. After gently laying down the green lit lantern, she started to towel herself off as she made her way to the fire to kneel before it. She rubbed her hands together and held them out to the fire before rubbing her cold arms and tummy. Ohhhh... such a comforting feeling was warmth.

Her long braids, she wrung out into a pan meant for firewood. Then without second thought, she undid her trousers and rolled onto her butt to slip them off. Like her hair, she wrung them into the pan. Her head darted this way and that, looking for a place to hang her decorated trousers and the rest of her garments. But then the smell of the food wafted over to her.

Her mouth watered as she sat there in her underwear. The temptation to rush over and gorge upon bread and spiced meats was great but her fear and trepidation was even greater. She had to respect the owner of this house. But her fear of the owner was greater than her respect.

Begrudgingly, Mia-Canta put back on her trousers, plucked the green lit lantern off the floor and stood up. The soft blanket she wrapped around her shoulders before reaching over to grab a second blanket. Bare feet padded past her own wet footprints as she went over to Robin. The other female was happily munching away without a single care it seemed.

Mia-Canta wrapped the blanket around Robin, patted her shoulder, then kissed the top of her head before sitting down across Robin.

A deep breath she took then hazel eyes locked into green ones with a steady gaze.

“Robin... amiga...” she started off slowly, “no for us. No nuestra casa. No house for us. No take like this-” --she pointed to both their blankets-- “we will do like this-” --she showed how she dried her own head and arms again-- “-y adios, amiga! Mia-Canta and Robin go.”

She licked her lips to keep from drooling; the smell of the food was fantastic and just watching Robin scarf it down was killing her. Ohhh... and that beer...

“This no home. This... no live here for us. This... peligro...” she sighed in frustration not being able to communicate properly. But she steeled herself and gazed a dead calm and serious gaze into Robin's green eyes.

“Estamos en el infierno, amiga. Y estamos en la casa del Diablo. No good to eat. No good to stay. Bad girls. Monster get us.”

MC slowly tore herself away from the temptation at the table, picked up the green lit lantern and padded back towards the entrance, head held low. A sigh escaped her lips as she pulled the blanket off her shoulders and hung it by a waiting chair near the door. Her tummy rumbled as she spun around and looked back up at Robin with heavy hazel eyes. Light brown hands readjusted the white flowers behind her ear and the glasses hanging off her bra strap. She did not want to abandon Robin but...

“Robin! Please! Vamos! We go...! Por favor! Please, amiga ahora! No for us! We go...”

...for anyone who eats at the table of the Devil in the house of the Devil is sure to be damned forevermore.

“Please, Robin. You go with Mia-Canta... find Senior Buho y Senorita Florita Feliz...”

...or Mia-Canta goes without you. I am sooooo sorry, my friend... but I will not remain in damnation with you regardless of my promise.

I'm sorry.

[Closed] Cerberus: Law and Order

People started to get cozy with one another and that set Aimee's mind at ease. She did not weird them out. Yet. But still, she fell into the vibe that seemed to get more and more chill as people gathered and sat with one another. That suited her just fine. It felt like any other place to connect with others and so with a smile upon her face, she did what she normally did in such a place.

She shut her mouth, opened her sketchbook and started to draw.

Then there was a knock, the door opening, and an new person joining them. Aimee narrowed her eyes at him as he intro'd himself and stepped away to make coffee. The narrowed eyed look continued to follow his every step until he sat down. She glanced at his expression as he drank his coffee and put the cup back down.

He was smoking!

Aimee wanted one too now.

She closed her sketchbook and tucked it and its pencil companion away into her pack and was about to get up to go outside-- hazel eyes popped wide.

He was smoking! ...inside.

Aimee stifled a small chuckle as she reached into her pack to grab a ciggie. She put the white cancer-stick to her mouth then out came her zippo to--

"Smoking will surely kill you," she heard the scolding tone in Nellie's voice as she spoke to the late-comer Butei.

--the cigarette went back into her pack. The Zippo went back into her pocket. A shade of warm guilty red hit her cheeks.

Now she really wanted a smoke.

But instead what she got was a fellow come on over and sit with her. She smiled politely and adjusted her red beret as he tossed his jacket over and promptly sat down. And as he spoke, she nodded in all the right spots, eyes never leaving his face all the while in her head, she wondered about his statement about growing up with 'letting a gun do its talking for you' or whatever he said earlier.

When he was done speaking she just kept nodding and staring at him.

“Thanks. And out here it's just Aimee. But you. If you want you can call me--”

~~~~

Flashback

Chuff-chuff-chuff-chuff—

Stall.

They were falling. All systems fail. All chaos and abandon. What was wrong?

“Hold tight, team! Mama bird sees it! Board just burnt out, stupid fail safe says if the board burns, it shuts down for reboot. Fail systems.

“We don't have time for that,” she barked out, “hold fast, Team! If you bail, you fail! I gots ya! Still gots wings! Listen up, we just need a bypass! Like a 2nd gear clutch pop in Dad's old crap-mobile! Easy-peasy, Mister sleazy!”

But it was not a malfunction. It was a sabotage. Intentional. It was a shiny new Valor. A tiltrotor. First gen, and a donated gift to 'The Academy.' It was Aimee's first run with the bird, and not her last. But it was her first live test to quick fix a fatal situation. But not just her, there were others on board that day that pitched in too.

For the lesson was simple; if they did not work it out as a unit, if they did not fix it as a multi-headed beast, they fail; they do not make the cut and just die. But she found the Zone. She painted out the situation and found that one incomplete brush stroke of luck. And more importantly, she found that she could work with a team. And most importantly; she found she had to trust their skills and responses.

When the situation was under control and the bird chuffed back into life, you could imagine the relief and cheers. They passed the test. They lived. The rest of the mission scored mulit-headed beast-mode success. No one left behind. No casualties. Mama bird saw them home. They even held a glass to her in her name. They cheered her as--

~~~~~

“--Miss Aces.” Aimee said, “I 'member ya, Baby Face. Gamma Team. We should have died over the Terminal Pass. But you didn't bail. You kept the drop team calm, right? What's a gun without the man behind it and all that, right? That's you, right? Yayuh...! Mama bird had ya. All o' yas. So whaddya say. Let's make you make you own mind up about them. Let's go meet 'em? Go team!”

Aimee stood up, reached out to grab Jacobs wrist and gave it a tug. She nodded at him then spun around now, black fluffy skirt chasing her quick motion. She bounced away a few steps then her chin lowered slightly and her hazel eyes dulled and darkened a bit.

“We should have died at Terminal Pass, Baby-Face... but hey, there's a reason we all made it out alive and now those of us at the Pass get on Div. Six together, right? We get to start all over again. Make it right.”

She gave him a nod then continued on, striped stockings and black kid boots walking her on over to a group of three others.

“Arryn.” Her eyes lightened up and brightened up to a lighter green than her often seen olive green hued eyes. A black nailed finger pointed unabashedly at the lavender headed lady as she sauntered on over. “ I called her Boom-Boom. She's that's the all-seeing, all-being, female fixer. Like, I know she snubbed you earlier when ya called her EOD. Yeah I heard that, but It's prolly cuz she's soooo more than that. Fo'sho!”

The pointing finger slid over and aimed at Victor.

“Dude with glasses. I call him Money. You probably know him as a med. But he is so much more than that. You a betting man, Baby-Face? Bet on Vic. He comes through,, He's instant Money, nom sayin', not playin' dragon-slayin' uh-huh!”

Dark eyebrows popped upward, and Aimee hesitated. “Yeah... that's the reason why I keep my mouth shut. I don't say things like other people. I have a weird brain, Baby-Face... but... whatever... just know when I get all quiet I don't hate you, 'kay?”

If Jacob had followed her over here, she would have grabbed at his wrist again and pulled him over to an open seat. She herself sat down in front of Jacob and right beside Victor, both hands smoothed out her skirt before clasping together on her lap. Then:.

“Third, wheel?? Wut...?” an affectionate slap on the arm she gave the glasses- wearing Dagula, “hey, Victor, no way, I'm letting you off that easy... hahahahah... Hey, Arryn. How ya been, girl? Hi, Deuce. Still got the Ninja? Oh! This guy here is Baby-Face, cuz... awww just look at that face, right? He's my boyfrieeeeeend.... hahahahah! No, not really. He's not lezzy enough... Yet. Hahahah! I'm just... oh! Hey, they have scones up in here right? Oooohh... and biscotti?! Who wants one? I'll buy! Whacha want, babies?”

Aimee put both hands to her mouth to stifle her laughter. This was the first time in a long time that she actually had a bunch of people together and felt comfortable enough to blabber away. There was more people here at this table than her last birthday party!

“Cuz you're in Mama bird's nest now, and you're under wing, softly singing, hey-hey, ain't no thing!”

At the counter she waved at Nellie as the Assault lady was rummaging through drawers and containers. “Hey, girl. After you find what you need, you should totally bring your hottie new boyfriend over and totally meet my hottie new boyfriend... hahahah...! Ummm. Or not... 'Kay. Later.”

After picking up some sweets and other goodies, she dropped a couple of bills on the counter and returned to hand out those sweets and other goodies. Whatever was not taken ended up piled up in the middle of their table.

Aimee would listen in to what the others had to say and prep herself to pipe in. This was the hard part for her; the balance of spouting off what was in her mind versus the context of the conversation at hand. But she knew that as soon as it became time to 'talk shop,' she would be able to settle her mind and focus in settle in on her role as needed.

A contented smile slipped across her small pink lips as she munched away at her biscotti. “Fo'sho.”

Candlewick [CLOSED]

Got a post up.

GDI, should have factored in the swaying ship. Imma just chalk it up to Connor having limited seafaring experience, the Shetlands being an island in the middle of nowhere and all. XD

@Skythikon

When i was on a rolling, swaying yacht, it took me some time before I gots sea-sick. Our charries are on a big boat. And we only been on the boat for like what? 5-10 min? like this is imho, but give it some time for the sickness to kick in once our adrenaline and fear and confusion wears off.

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Mess / Engine Room~~!!

TamTam~~<3!!

The cannonball rolled away from her and stopped abruptly when it got caught in a tangle of roots and shoots. Smoke filled the Mess. Baby blues held open wide. Thunder rolled over top again.

In her slice of Heaven, it just got real.

Out the trapdoor he emerged, and the gruff looking stranger toppled over, smoke still wisping away from his clothes. The fear and stupor broke as soon as she saw it was not a monster and TamTam rushed over to see if he was okay. She knelt beside him and her tummy and back groaned in pain as she held him up by his broad shoulders. The Smokie smelling dude spoke to her with a voice aching with fatigue and with a tinge of desperation.

"There were others with me, but I don't know if they're still alive. The girl by the boiler...She was barely living when I climbed up."

Into her raven-haired head it was sinking in. Finally. This was not a land of utopia. People were dead here. Dead in Heaven.

A chill blazed down her spine and she shuddered. Wide eyed, she turned about and caught the amber gaze of the Fox. The one and the same one that sent her selfish-teenaged-ass over here. LynLyn...? Maybe. Maybe not, but the amber gaze of the Fox was enough to settle the turmoil in her head. A curt nod she gave the four-footed guide and she turned around, eyes closed.

A single steeling breath she took. When her baby blues opened, they had a look that was less frightened than before. The stranger rolled forward and she felt him strain to get up. TamTam rose with him as she helped him to his feet.

“Hey, mister, its okay, 'kay? We heard you all yelling through the tubie thingies,” the teen barely hid the trembling in her voice, “I gots you, yeah-yeah... I do.”

Thunder boomed out once more a she held him up a bit longer as the ship lurched once more. Then as soon as she felt he was steady enough, she let go of her grasp upon him.

"I'm sorry for asking you this, lass, but I need help to bring them up. I cannot in good faith leave them down there."

“I will. Yeah-yeah. My name is TamTam. There's others here too, 'kay? There's Angelman, Mosh, Neko-chan and Interlulz and... I think that's it. They're good people. Like, they're all weird... but still good peeps... yeah-yeah.”

A few nods of her head and an encouraging smile she gave the Smokie smelling dude. Oh, she was scared, but she did find a bit of relief since this guy was decently built and he wanted to help some hurt people... or even... dying people.. Save them. Please.

Right.

Once more she turned back to meet the amber eyes of the four-footed guide. “Hey FoxyLady, I'm going in. Can ya help us out a bit too? We need to find people down there and... I... I... I'm scared. I'm soooooo scared...”

Once more she shivered but not from the cold. Her mouth went dry. Water. I just want a cup of clean, ol' regular tap water right about now... But that was not going to happen and she knew it.

Once more she took a steeling breath, but her exhale was rather shaky. Wut. Evs. “Okay, let's go, Smokie,” she called over to him, “I'mma help you. I'mma help them. We gonna save them. Please. Hells yesh...!”

Her bravado was soon turned into a coughing, anxious, trembling mass of 18 year old girl as they descended the steps into the dimly lit smoky room below. White sneaker squeaked and baby blues shot wide open again. TamTam came to an abrupt stop near the bottom of the steps.

“Dayyyaaam...” she said in a hushed but harsh whisper, “tell me that... that thing that was screeching earlier ain't here. Please. Tell me it ain't here, mister...”

But regardless of what he said, she suddenly found a strange rush of adrenaline surge through her. Baby blues widened at the sight of the woman lying near a giant metal cylinder with tubies thing. Vines covering her obscured her face but there was some kind of strange serenity seeing her prone form lay there, lined with flowers and foliage lit morning orange by the blaze beyond.

“Hey-hey! Hey, Smokie! I see one! I see one!” she yelled out and leapt the distance of the remaining steps, landed rather gracefully then bounded nimbly away to the woman by the boiler, hunched over and coughing. Tamara-Jane came to a skidding halt upon her knees. And just like the print on her cropped white top; like an Eager Beaver!! rainbow coloured finger tipped hands began to hastily tear away at the vines and flowers coiled around the woman.

“Hey, lady! Hey-hey! My name is Tamara-Jane Winstanley and I'mma save you, 'kay? Just hold tight. Please hold tight!”

And please oh, please, oh, please, oh, please, still be alive.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Not normal. Me. U,u!

[Closed] Cerberus: Law and Order

Yeah I based him off Phantom Kid though. Not sure where the resemblance to Danny Phantom is

@Reaper

Thinks its the messy hair...! And cuz Robin calls himself Phantom... ~whispers~He's a Phantom!!! Cutes!!!! Yayuh!!!

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<Snipped quote by Skythikon>
The last mod post was over 2 weeks ago already, I doubt another bit of waiting will produce anything. :(

Do we need a mod post up in here? The characters seem to be doing just fine interacting with each other just now. ;)

@Mokley

I'm all good. I'm just waiting to see what comes out of the trapdoor opening.

[Closed] Cerberus: Law and Order

@Plank Sinatra Hi. Like I knows that Aimee is all meanie in her thoughts to Sloan, but it's just Aimee right? No offense, k? ^~^; Aimee's just weirds. And not normal. Like me. Normal. Huhuhuhuhuhuh...