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Heyas. Writing up a post.

Sorry to hear about that, Rex. :/


Cuttersbury: Guild

One of the disadvantages to bonding with a sound spirit was that you tend to hear far more than you ever want to. An example of this would be Lute listening to the moves Jett pulled on Estelle- “Hey there, darling! Are you taken? It’s a crime if those pwetty lips aren’t kissed.”. Let’s just say that after hearing that line the virtuoso made a strangled noise that was between a snort and a cough.

The Cuttersbury Guild was
 interesting. A talking parrot and a couple of men who seemed to think flirting with the ladies (or
 Marcus) made for a good first impression. How lovely. Oodles of sarcasm in that last statement. Lute crossed his arms over his chest as he sniffed, watching as the two received a frosty reception from their targets. “Butter smooth. Ha,” He snidely commented under his breath until Delilah asked him if he could do any better. Point taken.

“Mmm-mmm, it’s good to make your acquaintance, Nani and Cap,” Lute, still oblivious to the bright purple wildflower tucked behind his ear, smiled at the pirate. Trixie really seemed to abhor the parrot though. He patted the girl on the shoulder before a strange silence filled the room, enough for him to catch


“My mates call me Q. T. You know, 'cause Quentin Theophilos is a mouthful and it's like 'cutie.' Sort of a...play on words..."

“Q.T.? Isn’t that something you use to clean your ears with?” Lute asked loud enough for both Aria and Trixie to hear. Ah, well, whatever. “I
 don’t know what’s happening, but I think the cotton buds guy hit on Marcus. By any chance, do you know what a Q.T. is? I swear it’s something
 hygienic,” The virtuoso whispered back to Trixie, nudging her with his elbow as he leaned to her too. Also, five minutes in this place and they were already out on another mission? Whoa, whoa. “I guess we can do that-,” Lute sneezed again, “- it’s better than staying here and developing an allergy, anyway.”
Finnnnne I'm posting after Ryver D8<
JaphEst

D8< Why are the poor nobodies staying back and dying is this a part of your nefarious plan Mochi

jk


Eh, it was just a tree. It looked absobloomilutely like all the trees in the forest. Oi, but maybe Leila was scared of trees? Poor girl. This entire trip must be one roller coaster ride of bad foliage after the other.

"Est, that has got to be the ugliest tree I've ever see—HOLD ME AND NEVER LET ME GO!"

“Wah!” Est dropped his rifle on his foot when Japhet suddenly shrieked and jumped into his arms. The soldier dropped his comrade almost immediately, though the mechanic didn’t seem to mind falling on the cold rocky ground- at least, not when Breeze and the others were chortling at his reaction.

“Oi! Leggo of the hostages! Blech.” Est managed a halfhearted warning in support of Japhet who seemed to enjoy threatening Nympha with his nonexistent military might. That was about it, really. If he didn’t know any better, he kinda shipped Japhet and Nympha.

But yeah, things escalated quickly. The witch girl said she would curse them and then this unholy noise came from within the forest as the earth trembled beneath her feet. Est was more exasperated than panicked.

“We could’ve not summoned the turtle dragon if y’all just kept your bloody traps shut!” He howled over the commotion as their group struggled to reposition and advance at the same time. “Left flank! Got it! Anyhoo, it’s a turtle! A flipping turtle! Why are y’all twisting your bloomers at it!? The thing’s a slowpoke if I ever seen one!” The nobody continued yelling at whoever wanted to listen out of pure disbelief at the chaos that was happening. Goshdarn that Nympha. This was all her fault, wasn’t it!?
Oh you know what, there were so many things happening that nothing made any sense. Seriously.

There were even bats! The accursed things rose from the ground like a fog of death and high-pitched noises, and Est, acting out of reflex, whipped out his pistol and began shooting at them. One by one, the members of the horde assaulting him and Jasper dropped to the ground, but his ammo wasn’t infinite and some were actually flying close enough to slap him in the face.

Whap!

“Ow! Oi! I’m on your side!” Jasper’s slap was strong enough to dislodge the bullets Est had gathered in his palm, and the spare ammunition fell to the ground and rolled away into the dead grass. Great. Just sodding great. He returned the gun to its holster and handled his rifle instead. If the turtle dragon broke through that shimmering barrier, then he’d stay back and fire at the chinks in its shell. They didn’t call him a sniper for nuffin.

“Hey Est, any reason why this little indention would be generating heat like this?”

“Naw, and I don’t want to find out. Who knows if it’s a portal to the bat underworld?” The soldier quipped as they finally reached the three, Harper and Leila sprawled on the ground thanks to a domino effect which the girl might be able to explain in more detail seeing that it was she who was on Ran’s back. “Well, no dilly-dallying! Let’s go!” He pulled Harper and Leila up and covered the rear of the group as they ran- or hobbled- towards the others.

“Hey! Is that the big tree we were supposed to go to!?” The silhouette of a tall, very wide tree ate whatever little light they had, though Est wouldn’t have noticed it if he didn’t peer at the skyline to see if the turtle dragon was breaking through the shield. It was nigh impossible by then to notice the tree that was towering above all the others, though it was some distance yet.
Posting now.
Posting tonight after my exams!
One character profile coming right up. I'll post later tonight when I return from school, by the way. Hope everyone has a great day!



Cuttersbury: Guild

Cuttersbury was pretty as a picture, and it actually reminded Lute of the woodlands surrounding Thaum. If he didn’t mind Delilah complaining about how the incessant chirping of birds and the hum of the wind rushing through the trees would eventually drive her insane, the walk to the town proper was relaxing and idyllic. “I haven’t been outside of Thaum, to be honest. It’s my sister who gets to travel around a lot,” The virtuoso replied to Estelle’s question as he relaxed his shoulders. Thanks to Amy’s magic, the pain in his wound had lessened and it was healing nicely, though he knew that if he wanted to be able to continue using that arm he would have to give up strenuous activities for a while
 Say like arm wrestling with Moira, though that was probably stretching the limits since that was borderline losing a limb. Speaking of loss, the way things turned out with the circus... "Ugh, I shouldn't think about that now," Lute murmured in an indiscernible volume and he pushed away the memories from his mind. What happened- the overall failure to keep damage to a minimum, the wounded civilians- was all very unpleasant to recall.

They soon arrived at the Guild and the first thing Lute noticed was how packed the place seemed to be. Asides from the appearance that everything was made out of wood, there was just so many things crammed inside the room that he almost felt suffocated. The virtuoso wasn’t claustrophobic on any accounts, but the thought of being squished together with other people in such a small space and exchanging body oils and liquids- ack. He shuddered and shimmied away from the others as they poured inside the waiting area. Since there wasn’t much to look at in his position, Lute’s eyes found themselves wandering over to a wiggling
 thing that was raised in the air. He squinted. What in the golden potato’s name is


Oh. Oh my. The virtuoso turned pink and glanced away immediately. “Ugh,” He exclaimed under his breath, willing himself to keep from wondering how he didn’t even realize that the butt was a butt in the first place, when a commotion in front of the group drew his attention. Before he even knew what was happening, an unfamiliar- and plenty easy on the eyes, said Delilah- man waded through the Pride and gave Lute, then Aria, a hearty hug. The virtuoso was frozen to the spot for a few moments, his mouth hanging open as he considered the stranger in front of him. He
 didn’t know this man, did he? Was he a customer at The Red Parasol? Was he one of Ruana’s suitors? Well, he wouldn’t embrace Lute for no particular reason, right!? “Hey Aria, do you know him?” The virtuoso mumbled to his friend and elbowed her gently when the dude hovered away.

However, the confusion was quickly cleared up and Lute realized that the man was an acquaintance of the others. “Greetings, my name is Lute Aiseeeee- ah ah- ahchoo!” Lute suppressed the sneeze and ended up with a small squeaking sound instead of a full blown snort, and he rubbed his noise before balefully looking around. Agh, dust! “Lute Aiseirigh. Hello,” He added and nodded at the guy and towards the direction of his companion.
I don't understand what's happening but I think everyone's having fun with music and whatever? Hello, Rapid! And yeah, way too late for me to catch up, darn it. I guess I'll just post for Buns' chapter then, really really sorry for the skips, Rex! *sighs* uvu
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