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In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
T I M E : M O R N I N G
L O C A T I O N : M Y R I A M O R B E D & B R E A K F A S T
I N T E R A C T I O N S : C A E L A N , R O S A R I A , S O P H I E , N U A L L Á N , J O M A R I
T A G S : @Potter, @13org, @Alivefalling, @princess, @baraquiel
E Q U I P M E N T : W A T E R F L A S K , W A Y F I N D E R , T R A N S M I S S I O N B R A C E L E T





She was enjoying a nice stroll through the town's edge. Her limbs were freely hanging beneath her cloak, and the soft, padded dirt beneath her feet felt soft like feathers. For a brief moment, she pondered this sensation, since she was wearing her shoes. However, the thought fleetingly passed along its way as a distraction deteriorated her concentration. She was now in front of a tree, large like that of a jungle. Her hands could feel the bark's twists and grooves. It was apparent that she was now outside the kingdom, and the dirt felt distinctly different. She thought nothing of her shoes, at this moment. Although, something reminded her of her outfit, and yet, the thought no longer bothered her. For now, a rumbling in the forest echoed through her ears.

A monster.

And, it was coming quickly.

The stomping made it almost impossible for her to understand from which direction it was coming. She thought to run, but before she could make her trail towards safety, a large claw through wind over her head and caused her to fall to the ground. Aurora felt pains slither quickly through her palms. A thick dampness covered them. She swallowed, huddling her body inside itself. She was bleeding, and the rumbling was too terrorizing for her to move. The monster was right over her. Any second now, it would clutch her and devour her.

A last thought told her to remain was silent as possible -- Oh! And the humans. She was supposed to protect them with her own life! But, how could she protect them if she could not even protect herself.

"Aurora!"

The voice echoed through her mind. There was an ominous melody to it, as it surrounded her. The low tone sounded familiar, like the saving grace she had always known her entire childhood. It was the voice of her brother, Rowan.

Somehow, or another her body was moved to safety, but the screaming. She knew that screaming., It was the same screaming the group had heard just the other day echoed through the forest. It echoed through her mind. It was her brother's screaming, now, echoing around the trees and carrying through the air as the monster tore through his body.

Aurora was about to let out a scream, but a soft voice cradled her awake.

The voice was Princess Rosaria.

The advisor let out a sigh. It was soft, inaudible. Her shoulders relaxed. She would have time along the journey to contemplate her dream, but right now, most thankfully, she had a mission to cherish and nurture. There was no time to feel the sorrows and terrors of her brother's death linger alongside her. Her father told her to always be weary of dreams. They were helpers at best and tricksters, misleaders at worst. Falling prey to a dream has lead many elves astray. Still, she found it necessary to contemplate the dream further, even if now was not the time. If not for the time at which it was present, at least for the love of her dearest older brother.

"It smells beautiful in Myriamor," the light elf noted gently. The openness gave the air a freeing scent, and although she could not enjoy the aesthetic splendor that she had read and learned much about, she discovered quite quickly her other senses were able to admire the generous fashion of the land.
(Currently) Kazuo Ichiguro and Min Jin Lee
I vote for Writing.
C:\Expanse\Data\User_Data\Suzuki_Takada...

Suzi’s lips trembled as the virus finally turned its attention towards her. A shockwave rippled towards her, and the fingers she had lacing delicately against her prayer bracelet grabbed hold of the white beads, as if in a motion to remove the piece of jewelry. Her initial thought was to hold it up and use it as some type of shield, but another serge of energy released her grasp from the beads.

It was the yellow gadget on her wrist.

“Kyaromon digivolve to…” This all happened so quickly as Kyaromon twisted in a digital energy, technologically transforming into its evolved form. The tug on her heart that had caused guilt released itself as a newly formed Kyaromon hovered in the likeness of Kudamon.

The Digimon swished through the atmosphere, and with its serpent-like tail, ushered Suzi from danger. Both fell towards the ground, away from the shockwave. The Digimon’s body was cooked around Suzi, protecting her from any injury of the sudden movement.

“Kudamon!”

Quickly and nurturingly, Kudamon glanced at Suzi with its yellow eyes. It’s two front paws padded it’s body upwards, away from Suzi, seeing that it’s trainer was not frayed and not wanting to induce any danger to her upon forming its own counterattack. Kudamon’s attention went towards the Mettaur from then on, sizing up its competition.

Kudamon twirled around in the air, as to strike the Mettaur with its slithering tail and holy artifact. The air around Kudamon swished with the Digimon’s movement, causing a thin tornado around its body before the monster slammed into the Mettaur. However, the Mettaur hammered the poor Digimon away after a moment of pain.



"M̶̧̮̞̖̪̤͖͑͛̐̂̿̌̇̆͛̓̀̓̎̚ȩ̷̡̪͇͙̖̯̘̒͜T̷̤̼̗̗͔̬̭̩̮͇̾͋̔̌͋̓̐̿̽͆̚̚͜͝͠͝T̶̛̺̺͔̪͔͇͕͙̪͌̇̎̑͛͝a̵̻̭̪͔̯̎̇̃̍̉̅̈́̃̓̾͘ͅǘ̵̧̢̥̙͕̳̮̰͈͜ŕ̷̛̫͓̮͆̃̍̔̅̿̇̐͂̔͝u̸̙̖̗̻̮̠̫̠̱̖̼̐̂̏̊̋̽̌̅̐̆͘̚͝s̴̹͕͎̻̗̲͗̈́͌͂̈́͘ ̵͙͚̥̝̭͍̫̺̣͍͍̳̀͐̓̄̄́̽̈́͂̈͌̕̕͘͝ͅL̵͔͎̱͊́̑̎̃̌̚͝ Class B Virus Hazard found."

Pushing her own body from the ground, Suzi mixed the soil underneath her around. Her shoes saw more dirt than they ever had. Her dirty palms carefully removed themselves from the ground as she stood on her two feet, once again. Her dark eyes absorbed the scenario, “K—… Kudamon?” Her voice quivered as she watched the Digimon coil to the ground — determination still sparkling in the digital monster’s eyes.

“Stay calm, Suzuki-chan,” Kudamon did not falter a gaze towards its young trainer. It’s center focus stayed on the dark, helmet wearing villain, “Kudamon was hardly scathed.” Its cool temper kept concentration on the target. “Whatever you do, don’t let fear keep you, again. We’re in this together.”

Suzi mustered a nod of obedience, blonde hair bobbing submissively and courageously to the response, with teeth again, nursing her bottom lip. However, now Suzi, too, had determination dancing in her eyes.

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T I M E : One Week After Human Arrival
L O C A T I O N : Lodge, Port10
I N T E R A C T I O N S : @JJ Doe
T A G S : @JJ Doe , @Conscripts

E Q U I P M E N T :






A U R O R A


Aurora’s mouth tensed when she heard Barrock speak. The grinding of his teeth caused her to clench her own fists in humiliation. “O… of course,” Her head hung lowly. She could feel the tears swelling up, again, and she wanted to ask for the flask. The coldness that had been causing her so much pain kept clawing at her. She wanted it subdued.

“I… I am so sorry,” she shook her head gently. Milky eyes closed and embraced the darkness she alway knew but never seemed to recognize until now. “You’ve gone through so much; lost so much more than I can see.” She forced a smile, melancholy as it was. “You have been nothing but helpful and kind to us. You are a dear friend. I would hate to lose you. And, your pain is out to carry, as well.”

She wasn’t unsure why she was saying all this. She could not even carry her own burden. Her smile crumbled again, and her shoulders shrank. Words began spilling from her lips. She was not sure why. She wanted to talk about Barrock, not herself. Yet, she could not assuage her selfish desires. What was becoming of her?

“Zara was there. She filled me with so much hope and happiness. And then, when she left, there seems to be a darkness. It’s… the darkness, that is, I have always seen it and known it. However, I have never thought anything of it. Never has it made me feel so…” her teeth but down upon her tender frown. “Isolated, alone… I am so sorry!” The tears began wetting her cheeks again.

The poor Light Elf felt horrible. Here was an orc all on his own, with his very own story, and she was so weak, unable to hold any nobility in her sense of self. “I am so sorry… y-you’re so strong and courageous compares to all of us.” She manages to say through tears, hoping her truthful compliment would alleviate her horrible attitude.[

Aurora leaned into him, covering her face with her hands. Where she fell into him, she could not see. “I wish I could be like you…”
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I'm considering starting this up after the holiday as I hadn't noticed how close it was when I originally posted it


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