Keplo

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“This,” Fyair held up the lantern with its base nestled steadfast in the palm of his imposing hand, “And her,” he motioned his other hand toward Anise, “Stay with me.” Aiming a firm yet placid stare on the inked lady, the rest of him made a silent promise to unleash a fierce retaliation if provoked. “I’m not sure you’re capable of guarding something so dangerous, seeing you’ve lost possession of several already. So I’m keeping the purple lantern,” his fingers flexed to tighten his grip, “But I won’t hesitate breaking it if need be.”

With that he fixed his attention on the magical warrior, “And you wait just there, I’m not looking for a fight.” He moved to attach the violent item to his belt before raising both hands up to show he was completely unarmed and willing to play fair.

Keeping his senses on high alert, he turned to the princess with a sweet manner replacing his previous malice and offered her his warmest smile, “Little thing, this is for your own protection.” The soft grin remained as he quickly and carefully confiscated the girl’s sword with ease and used it to cut the green lantern free, her minuscule force no match for his greater mass. “Proper ladies shouldn’t be burden with great responsibility. It messes with their heads,” he spoke with a knowing tone, referring to the royal’s unlady-like behavior and psychotic haste to lash out against her enemies. “I’ll give you the sword back after you’ve had a moment to collect yourself,” he nodded sincerely as he slid the weapon into the same side of his belt where the other light hung and pretended himself to disregard any ensuing tantrum. Or rather braced for a storm.

Dangling the green lamp in a laxed index finger, the knight plainly addressed the supposed witch man, “Are you really a witch? Because, unlike her and him,” He nudged the lantern in the direction of the painted woman and back at the spooky masked-child, “You don’t look like you belong in this dream either. Do you know anything about these colored lanterns?”

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@Mokley I had half a post anyway. It needed to be finished. xD

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Where there were few, now there were many; although, the knight’s attention had been absorbed by the tattooed woman and her frantic words. The tone of conviction in her voice struck him at his core. While it was obvious his princess found her the enemy, Fyair had little to nothing to base good or evil on in this place and for all he was concerned, as long as threats remained bloodless, he would simply listen. Heck, even watch as long as no words were thrown his way.

Crouching down so that the backs of his thighs rested on the tops of his heels, the massive man fed his curiosity into his lantern to study the thing in better detail. It was an odd piece for sure. Looked old and by no means held any kind of fire he had even seen. He shook the object up and down, tapped its glass, and put it up to his ear in a series of tests. Although, with all the shouting and talking, it was almost impossible to prove or disprove the egg theory. The knight frowned and casually glanced up to check on the progress of the scene playing out ahead of him.

The princess had put herself in the middle of a tiny blunder, but he didn’t move to help. No need to involve himself, the little darling was doing a good job of dodging harm. What bothered him was the rivalry between the only two pieces that seemed to fit into the puzzling landscape: the painted lady and a new masked child. Over a sleeping monster? Again his attention was consumed by the purple glow of the mysterious item. For a fleeting moment, he considered breaking the thing open if only to confirm who spoke true and who was the liar.

As the regal girl returned, he again stood into his full height and looked over her and the masked kid--feeling the assumption that their corner was slightly outmatched appeared painfully clear. He glared at the boy for a short moment, noting that of all the people in the area, the little rabbit had been the only real antagonist. “Lady, if magic brought you here and magic will allow you to leave… Isn’t a witch a better resource than a handful of colorful lamps?” Not that he meant to argue, but trusting the odd child didn’t sit right with him.

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I'm here! Lemme make a quick post!

Darkness Within (A Dark themed rp)

Then I recommend Ao No Exorcist!!

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I was waiting to see if Red and Dark wanted to make any moves. I have half a post, but I don't wanna step on any toes. xD

The Bawdy Dog

Have fun y'all!! Keps is outty 500. Peace. <3

The Bawdy Dog

Nothing but pure chaos at every angle of degree the neck turned. The Bawdy Dog buzzed with glorious disaster and a frenzy of busy bodies. It was here Jargo felt most at home, even if he was slightly peeved at not having gotten to the precious potions on time. Oh, well. But, wait...

Not far from where the barmaster was gulping in his first unliving breaths, the lucky demon spied the discarded bottle that had once held the unfortunately marvelous elixir. So close. So close he could almost taste it. Slithering atop the counter, he crept like a happy chesterine in hopes the hasty heroes hadn't used it all up and just maybe enough lingered to fetch a pretty price.

Alas, no... The tyrants had emptied the little vile of anything worth spilling. The jester frowned--the muscles in his face almost unable to bend into the necessary upside-down crescent to form a proper frown, but nonetheless he looked as disappointed as he could force his expression. Although, as he pouted at his misfortune, the heat from his filthy palm was allowed to coax the tiny residue from the bottle's sides and a single drop was able to form in the bottom rim. Jargo blinked at his new friend, his black eyes distorting in the smooth glass thinking he might see answers in the final droplet.

Immediately, his attention was back on the bar and so was a new grin--a wicked, toothy, and crooked grin full of elation with a dangerous game playing in his mind. Without another thought, the insane demon threw the bottle into his mouth and scattered the thing in one mighty chomp--the bitter sting of the potion and blood exciting his tongue and body.

Goodbye, Jargo the Luck Demon and, hello, Jargo the Flesh Eater. @Mokley

The Bawdy Dog

Hey, peeps. Sadly, I'm gonna have to drop out of this mess. I made too many other commitments and I can't keep up. //sad tear

@Mokley Should I write Jargo out or is it okay that he is quietly forgotten?

Till death do we part (M/18+/Adult) (MxF)(MxM)

@notdeadyet Are you willing to take in a 4th, by any chance? Preferably, MxM.