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Peregrine [Closet & Glaw]

A fantastic post! I'm positively tickled by Zahi's princely composure and intrigued by his quest -- I love him to bits already.

edit: I was hesitant to mention this consciousness thing, because it's weird even by my standards. I promise that's the very end of anything I had thought of beforehand; everything from here on will be made up on the spot as we go.

Peregrine [Closet & Glaw]

Awww nooo I very definitely wouldn't have changed anything if I knew you'd worked it into a reply. x.x So sorry. :(

Just a Fairy Tale | Glaw & carsgovroom

Surprises are brilliant. :3

Just a Fairy Tale | Glaw & carsgovroom

"Keep her quiet!" the Marshal barked, a hand held back in a command for silence. He barely breathed while he scanned the room, his expression set in a grave scowl; every cell of his body protested to this place, where one false move could bring hellfire upon all their heads. The dusty air seemed to buzz with tantalizing energy, just waiting for the right spark to set it all alight -- and there was an obstinate princess gallavanting somewhere among the spells, all the more dangerous for her small body and tail. Whatever possessed the queen to turn her into a cat was beyond him. Turtles were much more convenient.

"Sir --" one of the guards protested warily -- and indeed, the two were having enormous trouble just keeping a grip on the squirming and thrashing girl. Covering her mouth would prove a daunting if not impossible task. They fumbled with her limbs and shoved her weight between them, bruising her with their gauntlets.

The Marshal turned in a fury and glared at her. He stepped forward and grabbed her chin in one strong hand, forcing her to look at his deadly serious blue eyes. "This is a dangerous place," he hissed in a low, articulate voice. "One false move -- one word from you could kill us all. That tingle in the air is dark energy, and it's not welcoming."

While he growled at her, the cat appeared high atop a cabinet behind him, her ears perked, legs coiled, tail twitching. She flashed her fangs. Marshal Derrick had been her father's confidante, once -- a man they both had thought was just, loyal, and worth of the trust they had given him. But for this betrayal, this foul self-preservation, for this base display of his true and revolting self, she could never forgive him. Now there was an innocent girl dragged into the worst of predicaments, and it was all her fault.

The cat leaped, and the Marshal roared in pain as claws and teeth sank into his scalp. He jolted away from Sam and stumbled around the room, his gauntlets too inarticulate to catch a grip on the squirming, lashing cat. He bumped into a small table and a glass vial shattered on the floor; the room screeched a piercing, ugly howl and the temperature dropped to freezing; spirits of the dead rushed between them, wisps of human forms, cackling and sobbing as they rushed in a blur around the room.

The cat leaped off of the Marshal and clawed at one guard's face until he, screaming, released his grip on Sam. Dorothea lighted on Sam's shoulder, and she spoke. "Run. This way." She bounded away, dodged the Marshal's reach, and sailed out of an open window, while the crowded spirits screamed and writhed.

Just a Fairy Tale | Glaw & carsgovroom

Pleeeeease don't tell me your plans unless you're really stuck and need to brainstorm. x.x Planning ahead kills it for me, I'm really serious. XD But thanks for the clarification!

Just a Fairy Tale | Glaw & carsgovroom

Where are they now, exactly? You said the Queen's lair, but what is it? Maybe her private witchcraft-y room where she lets her hair down, so to speak? Also where is the Queen at this time?

Just to avoid having to split unimportant things into multiple posts.

Let Me Be Your Doctor [Advanced]

Since I recently finished a week-long Doctor Who binge session, I find myself mucking up my other roleplays with DW influences. I have to get this out of my system before I destroy those perfectly good, perfectly serious storylines with TARDIS references and silly hats. So I ask you, RpG, to help me find a healthy outlet.

I should say right away that I'm no expert on the DW universe or lore -- I'd be perfectly happy abandoning all the convoluted plotlines, timelines and established alien races for a fresh perspective. I've seen all of the new series and the majority of episodes with the First Doctor, but Doctors 2 through 8 are pretty much unknown to me. Eventually I'll watch the rest of the series. For now, I'm very interested in the personality and premise.

I'm looking for a Companion to my Doctor. I love Nine, Ten and Eleven in different ways, and I'm fairly confident I could pull off any one of them and enjoy it. Let me know which you'd like to travel with and it shall be done. You're welcome to choose a canon Companion, but I personally think it would be easier to diverge from the original storylines if your character were an OC. We can figure that out, though.

All I ask in return is that you understand the concept of quality versus quantity when it comes to writing. Advanced, to me, has nothing to do with flowery words or paragraph count (although it's hard to get a good idea across in fewer than two paragraphs), and it's not even related to perfect grammar. It's the ability to indirectly communicate an emotion, philosophy or state of mind through simple description of action and scenery. Bluntly stating objective action and the color of a dress is not advanced. Show me why it matters. If your writing doesn't make you feel something, you're doing it wrong. That's not to say everything should be serious -- on the contrary, ridiculous antics and laughter can be just as fulfilling as a heartbreaking death scene.

Be prepared to come up with plots and destinations. Give me a mystery or two, or a strange new race, or another crazy Dalek scheme to investigate. I'd like to be able to switch control of the plots between us, to lead and follow your lead.

Here's a sample post from me. It's not Doctor Who, but it's got some obvious heavy influence:

on Google Docs because the hider doesn't seem to be working

I'm open as far as medium goes. We could start a thread, or RP over PM, email or Google Docs. My preferences aren't necessarily in that order. Post here or PM me if you're interested. If you've got a sample post you're proud of, I'd appreciate a link. I can only take on one more RP right now, so I really have to be picky. Apologies in advance!

Just a Fairy Tale | Glaw & carsgovroom

The Marshal peered at her without the slightest flicker of amusement. He was dressed in a bit more gold than the other two, and he was the only one of them whose sword was still sheathed. He never got his hands dirty unless there was no alternative. He glanced past her into the room, just as the black and white cat scurried under the couch.

"Take her," he snapped in command. He shoved his way into the room while the two guards each grabbed one of Sam's arms, holding her tightly between them. The Marshal's armor clinked while he stepped forward. He leaned down, grabbed the edge of the couch and heaved it with an enormous force, sending it crashing into the coffee table while a lamp shattered on the floor. The cat was huddled in the spot where the couch had been, staring wide-eyed and stunned -- but when the Marshal took a step forward, she bolted behind the broken couch, streaked around the hall corner and took a running leap at the mirror on the wall. The cat vanished.

"This way," the Marshal barked, taking purposeful long strides down the hall. "Bring the girl." He ducked at the end of the hall and stepped easily into the mirror, and was gone just as quickly as the cat. The two officers tightened their grip on Sam and dragged her along after him.

Just a Fairy Tale | Glaw & carsgovroom

Everything was so big when one was so little. Dorothea had spent the better part of an evening dodging horseless carriages and avoiding the grasp of children. Running on all fours was a new experience: her chin felt so close to the ground, she was sure she would tumble tail-over-ears at any moment. Somehow, she'd maintained her balance -- and good thing, because the Marshal was quick behind her. She dove into a clowder of stray felines at a rubbish pail, scattering them in all directions, and she bolted as fast as her delicate paws could carry her.

The open window was a convenience: a house to hide in, and a sill to look out over to ensure she hadn't been followed. Her ears swiveled, her big eyes blinked, clear in the darkness. Nothing moved in the alleys. Nothing had noticed her. She was safe. She was also a cat.

The appearance of a gigantic person with a rolling pin, however, was another matter. She froze, and she stared up at the human with a regal air, fluffy chest puffed, daring her to take a step nearer. She had teeth and she had claws, and she was quite willing to learn to use them. It must have worked, because the human backed down and even set a bowl of milk on the floor. Dorothea was sure to stay exactly where she was, and she didn't let the human see her sneak up on the bowl and lap at the milk. She was very, very hungry.

Snuggling was not something Dorothea did. For awhile she stared curiously at the moving pictures on the magic talking box, but decided it was just light and noise. She set to exploring her new refuge, poked her head into corners and shadows, taking note of anything that could be used as a weapon -- not that she had hands to wield it, but maybe she could convince the human to stand her guard. She was worried by the size of the moon outside, and the big mirror against the wall in the hallway. There was a bristle in her fur that told her the Marshal wasn't far off.

She jumped lightly onto the couch and walked along its back to take a proper look at the human whose house she was sheltering in -- but a clatter drew up her head immediately, ears pricked and eyes wide in alarm. Something or someone was outside, smacking the trash cans with a sword. She knew a sword when she heard one. Her tail flicked violently.

Someone pounded on the door with a fierce urgency. Dorothea spread her fangs and hissed, hackles raised.

At the door was the Marshal and two guardsmen, clad in the Queen's violet and chainmail. They weren't here to talk.

Just a Fairy Tale | Glaw & carsgovroom

Didn't see this post:

Sure thing, go for it. I'd just say she's a black and white cat.

Whatever you want to name anybody is ok by me. Seriously, just go for it, no need for consultation. This is your premise, after all. I'm used to just jumping in without any planning.

Waiting for RpG to be able to email me when there are posts and PMs -- would make life so much easier!