Glaw

A Jump Through Worlds {AkiBlue & Glaw}

Chasing is great! And Rue looks awesome the way she is, I was just saying she wouldn't be much good at being a sideshow attraction. x3

I'm thinking that Cole's some kind of dimension/time/space traveler from yet another place altogether, and he's been stranded, traveling with the circus trying to find a way out. Then Rue comes along with an oldschool dimension-hopper.

So maybe Cole's a good guy or maybe he'll end up being the bad guy, but he's plot!

A Jump Through Worlds {AkiBlue & Glaw}

"Weird. So it's like a teleporter bracelet?" They were walking into the clearing now, and he led her past a blue-striped tent and a man in white makeup shining a clown shoe. Felix reached out and grabbed Rue's wrist so he could get a better look at this 'teleporter' bracelet. He didn't believe for a moment that anything like that could possibly exist, let alone that it was right in front of him, tail or no tail. He fancied that she was an alien and her stories were true, that there was a planet deep in space where everyone had a tail and they invented personal teleporters, but deep down he knew she was just another slightly-insane sideshow girl, sold to the circus so her family could afford bread. He turned her wrist in his hand. "Looks kinda high-techy."

A burst of fire startled him and he bumped into Rue; half his stack of sticks and branches clattered and rolled on the ground, and he spun around, wide-eyed, his arm extended to protect her.

The fire-breather was shirtless and sadistically grinning. An angular symbol was tattooed over his heart, he wore a fang on a strap around his neck, and he was watching Rue with peculiar interest. "Sorry, 'Lix." He wasn't actually sorry. He was staring at the device on her wrist.

Felix huffed and, ignoring the fallen sticks, urged Rue to keep walking. "Try keeping your hot air to yourself, Cole," he snapped. "C'mon, Rue, I'm sorry, most everyone around here isn't so bad."

Cole straightened his spine, tipped back a canteen and took a mouthful of lighter fluid, without letting his eyes leave Rue. He knew her -- at least, he knew what she was. More importantly, he knew what she had.

He grinned, and he flared his torch into a billowing inferno. Tonight would be his last act.

A Jump Through Worlds {AkiBlue & Glaw}

I guess I was expecting Rue to be really different -- I had assumed she'd know what she was doing with the dimension-hopper thing, that she was here on purpose for sightseeing, so I planned accordingly and followed through anyway when it turned out otherwise.

I think I need to change up Felix's character quite a lot to balance her, because they're too much alike now -- OR, Felix can simply be a side-character, and there's someone else in the circus that'll actually end up traveling with her. That might be a better way to do it. I don't like these two together, personally -- they're kinda boring. x3

I think I may have an idea to antagonize her, but I kinda don't want to tell you because it's not a fully formed idea and is related to a specific character. I'll post and speed things up a little, and then maybe I'll have a better grasp on it. If you're cool with dropping Felix, I'll go do that. ;)

A Jump Through Worlds {AkiBlue & Glaw}

Well, a bit closer to the present moment, I feel like there's a distinct lack of ... plot and urgency right now. x3 We need to step up a notch, blow something up or something.

Also, it's occurred to me that since Rue wants to go home, she has no reason to run away from the scientists -- unless she's accidentally running from them by unintentionally hopping dimensions, in which case, ha!

Maybe this Simon guy would like to lock Rue up in a cage and show her off to the public -- but for all her appearances she doesn't look all that weird. Not as weird (at first glance) as the lizard-lady, for example. So I'm not sure how much that idea would work.

But still, urgency. I have to be honest, I'm not feeling the motivation, and I'm not sure where to go here. Unless you have some kind of plotty idea, I think we might do better to simply skip the circus altogether. It sounded interesting at first, but I have no idea what to do with it. XD

Same old story since day one, but I've got no place to run. [bowels & Glaw]

He stood with his weight on one leg in the rain, and he watched her. Blood was running diluted off her blouse and into the garbage puddles. She'd been sliced up pretty good -- but it didn't occur to him that this was a problem. Centuries of being surrounded by screaming breaking popping bleeding twisting fire inclined him to file such a wound as Carletta's into the laughably minor category. Especially given her heritage.

So he didn't answer. Not right away. He sniffed, drew his hand out of his jacket pocket and with it a pack of Camels he'd swiped off some guy at the gas station. He lit up with a Hello Kitty lighter (stolen off some homeless guy on the shop corner), his face glowed orange with the spark and he let his lungs fill with familiar smoke. He exhaled before he spoke.

"I'm your salvation." He grinned. He'd always wanted to say that. "This is a lady no longer possessed by a denizen of Hell." He gestured with the cigarette at the crumpled woman, and he stepped over her. The smoke was between his lips again and his hands in his pockets while he approached Carly.

"So you don't want to go home, how bout -- what's it -- the hospital?" He walked on, intending to pass her. "Hospital's this way, right? They'll fix your papercut. If you got insurance. I got insurance, no worries. Hurry up."

Just a Fairy Tale | Glaw & carsgovroom

"Prince Liam's camp!" Alphonse cried in astonishment.

Florian groaned. "Oh, no."

"What do you mean, Prince Liam's camp?!" Coralie screeched in a panic.

August went rigid. "Why? What do you mean, oh no?" He set his jaw, and he watched as the dwarves quickly avoided his eyes. "What have you done!"

"Well, we saw you guarding it --"

"-- and we saw Miss Sam escaping --"

"-- and we figured it had to be the witch's camp --"

August snarled. "Answer me!"

Florian looked up in a teary-eyed panic, and blurted, "It's sort of on fire."

Indeed, they could begin to smell traces of smoke from here; the leaves of the trees closer to the encampment were flickering with the reflections of red and gold flames.

The Marshal hissed a string of obscenities under his breath, and with Sam locked against his chest he rushed toward the camp, over rocks and branches and bushes, while the dwarves stuttered and stammered and stumbled around him. He could hear the crackle of fire and smell the bitter musk of burning tents, and he knew this was his own fault. He'd left his post -- but he didn't regret it.

Inside the camp, Dorothea was bolting underfoot, stamping at flames with her tiny paws and helping the soldiers to pull the stakes so the tents could be ripped down and stamped out. Raquelle was screeching, standing just in the middle of a mass panic of men in their night-clothes, her skirts hugged tight to her frightened chest. "My clothes!" she cried. "Oh save my clothes! My pillows! No, you're getting soot on it -- I think I've been burned! Look at my hand! Oh help! My tent! Move faster, put it out, quickly, where's the water?" And she hopped frightfully across the camp while the panicked soldiers weren't paying attention, and she grabbed the best of the camp's water supply and dumped it on a small bit of flames at her feet.

[Skybreaker] Royal Wings [Glaw]

Ralarulash grinned as he spoke: he was the fox, condemned to be what most humans only dreamed of. Strength! Flight! The power and will to destroy and conquer.

And all it took to take that away was a noble heart.

There was no flash; no puff of smoke, no shimmer or sound. But the moment Cyrus spoke the last word, the head on which his hand rested was no longer that of a lion.

His long coarse hair was the color of the sand, but his naked skin was browner than Cyrus', as if long exposed to the desert sun. He was thin but strong, like the weeds that survived in the dry rocks, but his age was unclear. Years of sleeping on the dunes and feasting on lizards made him appear to be a man -- but when he looked up, his astonished brown eyes were very young.

He shifted backward on all fours, balanced like a cat, and he stared at his skinny limbs as if he'd never seen them before. He lifted his hands and watched his fingers flex and his wrists turn. He pushed against his knees, and slowly, wobbily, he rose to his feet, his arms spread for balance. He tottered there for a moment, dizzy with the vertigo of standing so tall, and he looked at Cyrus with a curious expression. He smirked a little, the expression unfamiliar on his face, and he gestured with his head toward the ground. At Cyrus' feet was a long, tawny feather as long as the prince's arm.

Same old story since day one, but I've got no place to run. [bowels & Glaw]

NO WORRIES. <3 This rp is worth the wait. ;)

We are Fantastic Stars in the Sky!

Thanks! :3

Aw man, yes to all of the above! I'm all for making Mickey think he's losing his mind. Poor Mickey. x3

We are Fantastic Stars in the Sky!

"Oh yes, let's go out!" the Doctor piped immediately at Rose's suggestion, his eyes as big and excited as he grin -- and with the TARDIS door shut behind him he strode out of the room, unable to stand still a moment longer now that he'd had a taste of mystery.

He was already in the hall with his hand on the door and an impatient glee in his voice. "Mickey, could ya show us where you saw those bins? They were by a cafe you said, right? I love cafes. They're a perfect place to hide in plain sight." He gave them both a wink, yanked open the door and disappeared out onto the landing.

"Come on, you two!" he called, and he spun around and leaned over the banister to stare down in to the apartment building courtyard, pushed himself upright again and stretched as he walked. His legs worked, his arms worked, he could still see and hear and taste and smell. He was in London, hot on the trail of some new and interesting and fantastic thing. It was glorious to be alive.

His legs suddenly gave out halfway down the stairs, and he grabbed the railing and watched his feet fly out from under him. He gave a terrific cough, wheezed, and leaned over the rail; A warm tingle of energy bubbled up his throat just before a wisp of gold trickled out between his lips. He'd have to keep the exertion down, he thought to himself. At least it wasn't as bad as last time.

He lifted his head and blinked out at the courtyard. He could've sworn he'd seen something small and dark scurry across the ground and out through the gate. It had been running on two legs.