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7 yrs ago
Current Getting new RP ideas is agonizing when you realize you need to shelf them until you're less busy.
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7 yrs ago
The Owls are not what they seem... roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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7 yrs ago
Oh hey now, I just passed 1000 posts. Good god.
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7 yrs ago
Exams are done, Thesis is done, alright let's get back into this 'RP' thing, huh?
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7 yrs ago
Thesis is finally complete, now to curl up and die (but probably rp a bit first)

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@Morose Here we are, the 'replacement'!

@Morose

I'll finish putting together my new char when I get home from uni today. ^^

(If only that plot armour was around a week ago, lol)
Count me interested, I'll be looking at putting together a CS at some point soonish.
Harry Walsh


Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks



Harry smiled as he kept his eyes on Aziza, enjoying even those few moments of silence as the two of them sat there, hands locked with each others. He chuckled softly as she thanked him yet again, laughing with her as she joked, shrugging softly as a wide grin split his lips. He realized that it was the first time in a while he'd really laughed, really felt happy and comfortable. There had been a constant, nagging feeling of despair that filled him since he arrived in Egypt, it had never left him for even a moment, until now - now it was distant, no where to be seen, all he could see, all he could focus on, was her. "I could think of worse ways to spend the day." He grinned as he finally responded, smiling softly as he saw her finally recover from her giddiness.

He opened his mouth for a moment to speak, he wanted to savour the warm feeling she gave him, and he wanted to embrace it. He realized in that moment he wanted to hold Aziza, to really know her as a person. In all honesty, he wanted to ask her permission to kiss her. Though as he sat there, he faltered. As comfortable and relaxed as she made him feel, and regardless of the warm spark that he felt in her presence, he didn't want to risk pushing it, he was too scared of pushing her away now, they had gotten so close, and he wasn't sure if she was reciprocating his feelings, or if she truly just felt gracious for his protection. Closing his mouth, he simply returned it to a smile, forcing away his desires for now as he just sat in silence, unable to help himself as he stared into her eyes.





William Drake



Location: The Egyptian Museum



William almost mirrored Vera's confused look as he kept his eyes on her. He seemed unsure of why she seemed so taken aback about the fact he had been sent to check on her, not even having a smart comment to respond with when she did thank him, simply letting out a; "Well, you're welcome." Before he saw her quickly turn away and lead Lauren aside. He was about to speak up when Lauren's words clicked in his mind, his mouth somewhat agape, he looked toward her with raised eyebrow, almost as if she had said something truly preposterous.

Luckily, a welcome distraction came as he heard Vera's slight yelp when she bumped into a pillar and toppled to the ground. Looking back over at her, he forced himself not to laugh as he moved over, looking down at the Librarian as he held a hand out towards her. "I know it's difficult to take your eyes off me, Vera, but you should look where you're going." Regardless of Lauren's comment catching him off-guard, being away from Peter was restoring some of William's confidence as he let some of his roguish nature slip through again, finally back in the comfortable environs of the museum.
Working on a post now. ^^
Aedan Merryn



Location: Guestroom -> Abhainn's Ballroom
Interacting With: Me, Myself and I



Aedan had sat by the window in his time waiting for the ball, staring out into the castle's training grounds below as time went on. He had removed his tunic as the heat of it had begun to bother him, but had yet to change into the outfit he would be wearing to the ball, much more a soldier's uniform than a noble's garb. But then again, Aedan was much more a soldier than a lord anyway. For now, it sat on a mannequin and had been left there alongside the mask. He'd allowed a servant to pick the mask, not particularly being one for parties where they were needed, but he found himself regretting it - a look at the mask and anyone would know who was beneath it - The Lionheart.

Aedan loathed the name, he loathed titles such as that in general, among soldiers they were often earned, they had meaning. He had never greatly minded when he'd heard his men casually refer to him as such, or other officers among his station use it in passing, but it was never considered much more than what it was - a name. Aedan had learned quickly that this was not the case of such names in noble court, they were weapons, used to beat anyone and everyone around over the head with until there was a clear understanding of who was deserving of more honour and praise.

Sighing, Aedan shook his head and turned his gaze back away from the outfit, back towards the training yards as his eyes drifted between those fighting, soldiers training with all sorts of weapons, archers practicing with bows, even a woman - he figured a noble lady, though he had not noticed her when he had arrived, practicing with the sword. Under any other circumstance he would have happily spent his time down in the yard training with those there, but given his reputation, he figured the training yards were the last place anyone in Abhainn wanted him, he doubted indeed that he would be received warmly.

Moving to stand, he turned back toward the Mannequin and walked over to it, looking over the coat as he went to retrieve a shirt, placing it on and beginning to lace it up. He made no effort to call for a servant, and had turned away the servants who brought the outfit to him in the first place. There was something... Odd to Aedan about being dressed or 'readied' by others, he doubted he would ever allow such a thing, for him it far too well reflected the loss that came with nobility. He had once been told, and he knew many nobles believed that their rank meant they could do anything - in Aedan's mind, the higher you went, the less freedom you had. Unfortunately - it was also harder to get into an outfit with a hundred buckles and straps with only one set of hands.

By the time Aedan was ready, the masquerade had begun. Sighing as he placed the lion mask over his face, he moved to the desk of his room, reaching out toward his sheathed blade. He halted for a moment, it had been instinct for him to reach for it, to wish to carry it with him even to a celebration of sorts. He felt naked without it, but he fought the urge to take up the blade, trying not to cause perhaps a diplomatic incident as he sighed, turning back towards the door of his room and pushing it open, moving down the halls toward the ballroom.

It did not take him long to find it, the sounds of music, cheers and chatter carried through the halls like a siren's song luring him nearer. As he reached the hall, he sighed as he took in a breath, moving into the room as he glanced around, immediately taking a goblet of wine from a nearby servant as he took a long drink. His eyes flicked through the crowd, meeting the occasional glancing or watching eye, and many faces he did not know. He felt as though he was trapped, and had to remind himself again that this was no longer 'enemy territory'. Sighing, Aedan slinked toward a quieter corner of the room, briefly catching Julianna's eye, as he gave her a nod, more to let her know he was present, than anything.
@Morose oh right, I very hap-hazardly tried to edit it on my way to uni, soon as I'm home I'll fix it up properly.
@Morose

Da-doy, of course, i'll edit that soon. :P
Darren Andrews



Location: The Shack, 2013 -> Coventry Circus Grounds, Present Day
Interacting With: Everyone in the Circus Tent



Grinning as he leaned down, Darren wrapped an arm around Aloise as he pulled her close, dragging her into the kiss. This job had taken them some time, and with its success, he wanted to celebrate. Unfortunately, it seemed fate had other plans. He felt a slight tugging at first, as if someone grabbed his shoulder to nudge it, but it quickly became a hell of a lot stronger as he was ripped away from Aloise. He wasn't able to do anything but reach his hand out and open his mouth to speak - but no words came before he was dragged through the rip in time, tumbling through time before he'd emerge in - of all places, a circus ground.

Darren was anything but graceful in his fall, seeing the floor come towards him, he tried to think of something to do to make the fall less painful, but in no time at all he'd hit the dirt, groaning loudly as he lay face-down on the ground, hearing the voices around him and the sounds of others hitting the floor, it seemed he wasn't the only one who'd shown up here, wherever it was. Rolling over onto his back, he groaned as he coughed a little, getting his breath back as he reached his head up, rubbing his head as he felt a splitting headache and a soft ringing in his ears.

He heard voices speaking as he move to slowly sit up, looking around at all the people who were around him. He didn't recognize any of them, they certainly hadn't been anyone in the shack he'd been in just moments before. He noticed that Aloise wasn't there too, and made a note to get in touch when he had a better idea of what was going on. Sighing, he slowly pushed himself to stand up, glancing around over all the others present as he sighed, rubbing at his head. "So is this a weekly creepy circus cult meeting I wandered into drunk, or..?" He questioned aloud, hoping someone would have an answer.
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