I'm gonna sleep for a little while then head to school, expect my post tomorrow.
Have a good one you guys!!!
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Posted an interest check in 1x1, so excited to have time to write again!
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Oh video games, when did I lose time for you?
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Feeling good about my latest interest check, hope you guys feel the same way! :D
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Hey guys, I'd recommend waiting till Grace can respond to my character for anything else to happen in coming towards Dragniasts encounter.
You don't have to wait but it would make things easier for progression.
You don't have to wait but it would make things easier for progression.
Absolute Grace said
Daxam is also a Co-GM!Sorry Dax, I didn't think you would want to be one... It's not out of pity, I was honestly going to ask you back at the beginning, but since there was only the four of us, You, Demous, Caits and I, I didn't see the need for one, but now people seem to be interested in joining.I have faith in you Mortim :3Okay, when you stop posting I will just assume you fell asleep :)I shall call us: The council of Three :) and Shall PM you both a little tiny workload.
Coolio!! All I want to do is give this world substance anyways, so I don't really mind however that's achieved.
Absolute Grace said
7pm here, I feel back for keeping you both up so late... early...Mortim has been named Co-GM. Please comply with any decisions this lovely person makes in regards to the rp because they shall be mine too :)Thanking you kindly :3
Yay! Thank you very much Grace!
I promise I won't abuse this power lol, I'm mostly just here to fill in the gaps anyways or just confirm certain player decisions relating to history or powers.
Don't feel bad, if I need sleep I'll stop and get it. For now I'm just not all that tired.
Daxam said
Aw, I was hoping I could be co-GM :<Oh, well, that's what I get for not asking XP*Quickly forgets the situation as a butterfly flits by*
It's ok Daxam, the work of a gm is nothing without awesome roleplayers such as yourself :D
Daxam said
but it works out somehow XD
Yeah that's how it works with me.
Absolute Grace said
Hey guys! How's things?I shall start on my post now :)
Daxam said
I'm doing well, Grace :DHello to everybody else ^^
Hello people!
Always super late when I'm on here to talk with you guys lol
3 am.
But then again I sleep weird and nap at odd times of the day so I suppose it's ok xD
Demous said
actually i wouldn't mind if you live in the seireitei you just live life :D and thats fine with me!
Ok now I'm curious about the gif you have of that eye which turns purple when it opens. Also that one with the blond kid who glows and disappears in a big flash of light.
What anime are these from?
Yeah it would actually be really nice to just live there.
Caits said
Wow. I'm gonna read that post when I'm home. Too hard on my phone.
Do it! And feel free to tell me what you think whenever you get around to reading it.
I didn't try to shorten it, I just posted xD
You would still be less powerful then most people since everyone is OP in that show lol.
Demous said
being a soul eater in bleach would be the best!
You would still be less powerful then most people since everyone is OP in that show lol.
Within moments one particularly flustered rune witch came to greet him. She didn’t appear as someone who consistently exhibited anxiety, though in this particular scenario she was nervous. Dragniast quickly put two and two together about why she found him so distressing. His nature as Contracted Undertaker gave him an entirely palpable aura.
She would feel from him many reverberations, firstly noted being power. Raw, flowing wafts in strength melted upon open air. Yet even more terrifying than said capacity, and perhaps the most threatening aspect to be found near our vampiric gentlemen, was the calm by which every feature took refuge. Such peaceful gusts promised only death against whomever he had been destined to hunt. Rather than expressed killing intent, there lingered only its promise. Regardless of his safety, or the enemy's size, one such perfectly carved facade hid primed potential to slay all that might be hostile.
His nose wasn’t held upright as to lessen those near him, yet an aloof expression was perfectly maintained. Dragniast appeared unconcerned by the world near him, as if its affairs and passing days simply existed outside his view. Both eyes remained as elegant slits by which thin rays of amethyst luminance spilled fluently between the light of day and its darkened counterpart. Thin lips lightly pressed against one another while an entirely well-placed nose only complimented each feature which spilled from its gently folded skin. Beauteous locks flowed over the upper forehead whilst leaving room for smooth skin to shimmer under whatever light chose to challenge adornment of one already reflective surface.
Wind, and its never-ending pattern, pushed masterfully threaded raiments about in adulation to their silken artistry. His hands playfully gave flirtatious gestures to be moved, though in all actuality each respective ligament kept still perfection through partially curled fingers which withheld casual forbearance towards whatever may come.
His head tilted ever-so-slightly towards our newcomer, those glowing iris’s granting recognition. His lips parted between perfectly placed heaves of the chest which made him look more alive than statuesque. “I am contracted, do not liken me as one of the four.” His body arched forward, one rehearsed motion birthing such a bow as to be seen only once or twice by only the most educated royalty. While bowing, another sentence felt its way to her ears.
“Dragniast Pelferdren Sorhearth.”
Those words, each one spoken… They were so utterly balletic, perhaps each sentence was rehearsed years before being spoken? No, not possible. Yet that incandescent ocean known as conversation was slurred perfectly atop whimsical accents and cultured expression. Dragniast never let loose hostile words though he wasn’t openly befriending her, this odd distance which practically no one could achieve without growing cold or disheartened in all social interaction.
“Permission to enter, refuge, information. Said trio of demands are my currently sought resources. Might one be granted said request?”
Pausing he spoke again in recountance of one memory which had literal lack of threat when uttered. Confidence followed its phonetic syllables.
“I thought it a shame to demolish this well-constructed barrier..”
The haze which had been gradually dispersing flew with grace into his sleeves, sliding like an ocean wave against soft skin.The fog would be gone before blinking could be achieved. Once these first statements, along with assimilation of vapors, were actualized he spoke one last time.
“The morning is only to be considered less fair than your elegant features ma’am.”
Dragniast reversed their conversation: Establishing who he was, his intention, then finally returning the greeting she had provided after arrival. Perhaps there lingered knowledge and experience by intention there. Perhaps this was to leave off on positive motives rather than force out demands after a compliment.
She would feel from him many reverberations, firstly noted being power. Raw, flowing wafts in strength melted upon open air. Yet even more terrifying than said capacity, and perhaps the most threatening aspect to be found near our vampiric gentlemen, was the calm by which every feature took refuge. Such peaceful gusts promised only death against whomever he had been destined to hunt. Rather than expressed killing intent, there lingered only its promise. Regardless of his safety, or the enemy's size, one such perfectly carved facade hid primed potential to slay all that might be hostile.
His nose wasn’t held upright as to lessen those near him, yet an aloof expression was perfectly maintained. Dragniast appeared unconcerned by the world near him, as if its affairs and passing days simply existed outside his view. Both eyes remained as elegant slits by which thin rays of amethyst luminance spilled fluently between the light of day and its darkened counterpart. Thin lips lightly pressed against one another while an entirely well-placed nose only complimented each feature which spilled from its gently folded skin. Beauteous locks flowed over the upper forehead whilst leaving room for smooth skin to shimmer under whatever light chose to challenge adornment of one already reflective surface.
Wind, and its never-ending pattern, pushed masterfully threaded raiments about in adulation to their silken artistry. His hands playfully gave flirtatious gestures to be moved, though in all actuality each respective ligament kept still perfection through partially curled fingers which withheld casual forbearance towards whatever may come.
His head tilted ever-so-slightly towards our newcomer, those glowing iris’s granting recognition. His lips parted between perfectly placed heaves of the chest which made him look more alive than statuesque. “I am contracted, do not liken me as one of the four.” His body arched forward, one rehearsed motion birthing such a bow as to be seen only once or twice by only the most educated royalty. While bowing, another sentence felt its way to her ears.
“Dragniast Pelferdren Sorhearth.”
Those words, each one spoken… They were so utterly balletic, perhaps each sentence was rehearsed years before being spoken? No, not possible. Yet that incandescent ocean known as conversation was slurred perfectly atop whimsical accents and cultured expression. Dragniast never let loose hostile words though he wasn’t openly befriending her, this odd distance which practically no one could achieve without growing cold or disheartened in all social interaction.
“Permission to enter, refuge, information. Said trio of demands are my currently sought resources. Might one be granted said request?”
Pausing he spoke again in recountance of one memory which had literal lack of threat when uttered. Confidence followed its phonetic syllables.
“I thought it a shame to demolish this well-constructed barrier..”
The haze which had been gradually dispersing flew with grace into his sleeves, sliding like an ocean wave against soft skin.The fog would be gone before blinking could be achieved. Once these first statements, along with assimilation of vapors, were actualized he spoke one last time.
“The morning is only to be considered less fair than your elegant features ma’am.”
Dragniast reversed their conversation: Establishing who he was, his intention, then finally returning the greeting she had provided after arrival. Perhaps there lingered knowledge and experience by intention there. Perhaps this was to leave off on positive motives rather than force out demands after a compliment.
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