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STATUS: I'll change you like a remix and I'll raise you like a phoenix~! 9 yrs ago
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I'll change you like a remix and I'll raise you like a phoenix~!
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Atina glanced at the entrance of the building and saw the presence that could be nothing other than one of the Major Arcana. Despite her ability to trace magic and see who possessed it and who didn't, she was still unable to identify the person by name or even their gender. Just one more thing that I'm going to have to work on once I get the spell right. With this thought, she stood up and made her way through the guild's tavern, and to the front door. Opening it and seeing Kyron just making it to the entrance of the building, she leaned on the door frame.
It was strange, because she was one of the most mysterious and distant of the Tarot members, but she had a strange knack for getting along with the Strength Tarot. She had no idea why, but he was one of the few that she rather enjoyed the presence of. Maybe it was simply because she would never be able to learn any of his magic. His powers and spells were something that even the High Priestess would never be able to copy and manipulate. Spells that boosted physical performance and stamina were some of the magics that had always evaded her knowledge. In fine, she was rather glad that she couldn't. There were so many spells inside her head that most days she felt like it might explode. Most were rather common spells, but some were rare, and fewer still were ancient spells that she had learned from the tomes in the guild's library. Learning spells was simply second nature to the young woman, but then again, who wanted to know everything about everything? There would be no more excitement and accomplishment in her life if she were able to memorize every spell she came in contact with.
"My, my..." She said in her mystical voice, many of the guild members had agreed that if a cat could talk, it would have her voice. "You're all dressed up and ready for the ball, eh, Kyron?" A small smile formed on her lips as she readjusted her eye patch over her right eye. As far as he was concerned, it was blind. "One of the Minors can make sure that Loyalty is cared for. Why don't you come in for a drink and some food?"
It was strange, because she was one of the most mysterious and distant of the Tarot members, but she had a strange knack for getting along with the Strength Tarot. She had no idea why, but he was one of the few that she rather enjoyed the presence of. Maybe it was simply because she would never be able to learn any of his magic. His powers and spells were something that even the High Priestess would never be able to copy and manipulate. Spells that boosted physical performance and stamina were some of the magics that had always evaded her knowledge. In fine, she was rather glad that she couldn't. There were so many spells inside her head that most days she felt like it might explode. Most were rather common spells, but some were rare, and fewer still were ancient spells that she had learned from the tomes in the guild's library. Learning spells was simply second nature to the young woman, but then again, who wanted to know everything about everything? There would be no more excitement and accomplishment in her life if she were able to memorize every spell she came in contact with.
"My, my..." She said in her mystical voice, many of the guild members had agreed that if a cat could talk, it would have her voice. "You're all dressed up and ready for the ball, eh, Kyron?" A small smile formed on her lips as she readjusted her eye patch over her right eye. As far as he was concerned, it was blind. "One of the Minors can make sure that Loyalty is cared for. Why don't you come in for a drink and some food?"
Xzayler said
Why is no one postinf on the IC? Scarlet? Wanna continue so our characters meet? Just assume Kryon walked in and that you sensed him.
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Aerilyn looked to Cora and when the girl told her to meet her outside, she knew that it was to discuss the plans and also make sure to come up with enough backups that they wouldn't have to back down from this first fight. She could see it going either very, very well--or terribly wrong. Most likely the latter of the two. With a nod in the icy girl's direction, she made sure that her eyes told the girl that she completely understood and would do whatever it took to give it her all. Even though I have no idea how to even begin using my own Element to my advantage... She thought and a look of sadness passed over her face for only a few moments before returning to the expression of disembodiment.
Suddenly she smelled something strange and knew that it was a cigar. She'd smelled plenty of them, having been a servant to a rich family who attended many galas, balls, and dinner parties. Breathing the smoke of it in didn't harm her lungs. At least, it hadn't, until just recently. It had been a couple of months ago when she started feeling strange, as if she were lighter and more agile. She had "become like the wind" as her parents liked to put it. That's when she'd been promoted to the bodyguard of the rich family's child rather than the babysitter. They had believed that she would be quick enough to block a bullet from being put through the kid's skull. Of course, they hadn't been the brightest lightbulbs in the package, but never in a million years did she think that they would try and kill her simply because she was less-than-human. Her right hand throbbed at the memory of the bullet piercing her hand, shattering bone, and then going through the child's head. The fingers in her right hand were still stiff and flexing them was a chore. They said that I deserved to lose more than my right hand... now look at me, gradually regaining the strength that had been lost. It'll become stronger, so that this hand may punish them for putting me down. Despite her brave thoughts, she tried to clench her right hand completely, but it wouldn't, and it made her feel ashamed--weak, even.
She didn't even look over at Shida as he spoke of Cora as she walked back. She attempted to flick her right hand, summoning a small amount of energy that she had managed to delve out of her spirit, but instead of summoning a small breeze to put his cigar out-- she blew it from his mouth completely. It landed in a puddle several feet away. She turned and looked at it in amazement, a look of excitement breaking her facade of no emotion, even managing to make her smile a little bit. She then looked back at Shida and Ghost, who had been talking, and returned to her original, emotionless state. "Sorry... I..." But she never finished before she made her way to the entrance to the waste. Why should she apologize? It would make her look weak. Glancing over her shoulder at the rest, she nodded, before entering the waste once again.
Her regular walking speed was faster than most people's, but it still made her seem casual and uncaring. She caught up to Cora and Skyff landed on her shoulder. "Shall we wait for Beau and Phillip?"
Suddenly she smelled something strange and knew that it was a cigar. She'd smelled plenty of them, having been a servant to a rich family who attended many galas, balls, and dinner parties. Breathing the smoke of it in didn't harm her lungs. At least, it hadn't, until just recently. It had been a couple of months ago when she started feeling strange, as if she were lighter and more agile. She had "become like the wind" as her parents liked to put it. That's when she'd been promoted to the bodyguard of the rich family's child rather than the babysitter. They had believed that she would be quick enough to block a bullet from being put through the kid's skull. Of course, they hadn't been the brightest lightbulbs in the package, but never in a million years did she think that they would try and kill her simply because she was less-than-human. Her right hand throbbed at the memory of the bullet piercing her hand, shattering bone, and then going through the child's head. The fingers in her right hand were still stiff and flexing them was a chore. They said that I deserved to lose more than my right hand... now look at me, gradually regaining the strength that had been lost. It'll become stronger, so that this hand may punish them for putting me down. Despite her brave thoughts, she tried to clench her right hand completely, but it wouldn't, and it made her feel ashamed--weak, even.
She didn't even look over at Shida as he spoke of Cora as she walked back. She attempted to flick her right hand, summoning a small amount of energy that she had managed to delve out of her spirit, but instead of summoning a small breeze to put his cigar out-- she blew it from his mouth completely. It landed in a puddle several feet away. She turned and looked at it in amazement, a look of excitement breaking her facade of no emotion, even managing to make her smile a little bit. She then looked back at Shida and Ghost, who had been talking, and returned to her original, emotionless state. "Sorry... I..." But she never finished before she made her way to the entrance to the waste. Why should she apologize? It would make her look weak. Glancing over her shoulder at the rest, she nodded, before entering the waste once again.
Her regular walking speed was faster than most people's, but it still made her seem casual and uncaring. She caught up to Cora and Skyff landed on her shoulder. "Shall we wait for Beau and Phillip?"
If you'd like to get your card right here in the beginning, then that is perfectly fine. Just for starting purposes, I'd made it so that Atina would be able to "find" those of you who chose not to have your cards just yet. Whatever you feel comfortable with is what we'll go with. XD
If you'd rather have your card and just be returning from the city, maybe from a mission(?), then you can most certainly do that as well. Or you could even be there at the guild when everyone else is returning, like Atina.
If you'd rather have your card and just be returning from the city, maybe from a mission(?), then you can most certainly do that as well. Or you could even be there at the guild when everyone else is returning, like Atina.
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Hello, everyone~!
I was considering a fairy tale RP, where people could choose to be someone from any of the Brothers' Grimm or Andersen fairy tales, and portray them in a more futuristic setting. This would mean plenty of cyberpunk aspects that would give a real twist on the old stories. It would also allow the different characters, whether good or evil, to form bonds and maybe unite against a single enemy or impending disaster?
Let me know if you're interested~!
I was considering a fairy tale RP, where people could choose to be someone from any of the Brothers' Grimm or Andersen fairy tales, and portray them in a more futuristic setting. This would mean plenty of cyberpunk aspects that would give a real twist on the old stories. It would also allow the different characters, whether good or evil, to form bonds and maybe unite against a single enemy or impending disaster?
Let me know if you're interested~!
Anwen couldn't help but stifle a giggle with her hand as she made it to the end of the second story hallway and looked around. There were tons of doors that she could have gone and hidden in, but she wanted to go to the attic. She wondered where on earth the stairs or ladder to it would be, so she entered the door on her right and slowly closed it behind her to eliminate any noise to hint at where she had hidden. When she turned and looked at the room, she felt her hair stand on end and a shiver run down her spine. It seemed as if there were silhouettes of people scattered at the other end of the room, and she nearly yelped with fear--but then she realized that they were simply fitting mannequins for homemade clothing. Her mother had once bought a few and attempted to make a dress for her, but she'd been too sick to ever finish it. Mama will be able to do the things she loves soon... that's what Papa said, anyways... She thought to herself in order to keep herself from tearing up at the thought of losing her mother.
She then noticed that there was a ladder beside one of the mannequins, leading to a hole in the ceiling that she assumed would be the attic. With a small grin, she dashed up to the ladder and took a couple of steps up onto it, making sure that it wouldn't break under her weight, but it seemed surprisingly sturdy. With an excited chortle, she climbed cautiously up the ladder and hoisted herself into the attic. There were tons of large boxes that she could hide behind, but there was one thing at the end of the room, right in front of the surprisingly large window. The object was tall and rounded at the top, covered in a large dust-coated sheet that may have been white once upon a time. She slowly made her way towards it and pulled down the sheet, revealing a large mirror. Her eyes grew large as she gazed into its brilliant, and clean, surface. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought that she saw a figure behind her, but when she turned around, she realized that it may have been a figment of her imagination.
Crawling behind the mirror, she gazed out the dirty window and wrapped the sheet around her shivering shoulders. In a way, she hoped that the seeker would find her sooner rather than later. There was a presence lurking in this house... and she couldn't tell if it were friendly or not.
She then noticed that there was a ladder beside one of the mannequins, leading to a hole in the ceiling that she assumed would be the attic. With a small grin, she dashed up to the ladder and took a couple of steps up onto it, making sure that it wouldn't break under her weight, but it seemed surprisingly sturdy. With an excited chortle, she climbed cautiously up the ladder and hoisted herself into the attic. There were tons of large boxes that she could hide behind, but there was one thing at the end of the room, right in front of the surprisingly large window. The object was tall and rounded at the top, covered in a large dust-coated sheet that may have been white once upon a time. She slowly made her way towards it and pulled down the sheet, revealing a large mirror. Her eyes grew large as she gazed into its brilliant, and clean, surface. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought that she saw a figure behind her, but when she turned around, she realized that it may have been a figment of her imagination.
Crawling behind the mirror, she gazed out the dirty window and wrapped the sheet around her shivering shoulders. In a way, she hoped that the seeker would find her sooner rather than later. There was a presence lurking in this house... and she couldn't tell if it were friendly or not.
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@ EVERYONE:
First post has been posted--so feel free to make your entrance~!
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