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3 yrs ago
Current I don't trust stairs. They're always up to something.
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7 yrs ago
William Shakespeare in past tense would be "Wouldiwas Shookspeared"
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7 yrs ago
Have you heard about the Italian cook with an incurable disease? He pastaway.
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7 yrs ago
Trains don't drink.. They chug.
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7 yrs ago
Something about subtraction just doesn't add up.
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A smile better suits a hero.

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Sooo... Is there space or is it actually full?
@ineffable

Poultry and Ranch occupations are open as far as I know
Can I be a pillbug instead?

Programmers would hate this RP, because there's too many bugs!

I'm kidding, I can't actually join this rp. I love the concept though!
@Suku

Lady luck will always favour herself.

The Capital, Elementia

@Keyblade87



The last few knights had been announced, their appearances and actions true to their titles. Again, their reliability remained to be seen. It wasn't long before the knights were to be ushered onto a... Wagon? The only time Alya had ever dealt with these things was when she played pranks on traders that came through the forests. She never really knew what it'd be like to be in one. She wasn't a trader, why would she get into a wagon?

Such thoughts quickly disappeared as the young Knight of Light whistled loudly. A wolf sprinted through the crowd, approaching the group. Alya instinctively took a half-step back and drew her hunting knife, concluding that the wolf was moving too quickly for her to use a blowgun or bola at that point in time. She readied herself for a quick wrestle with a wolf, however it's behaviour was completely out of the ordinary. It was docile and obedient toward the boy who introduced himself as 'Leonidus'. Her gaze remained fixed on the wolf as she analysed actions. Strange. Suddenly Akash burst out of her arm, the falcon was of normal size this time. It screeched aggressively at the wolf, ready to assist it's master in a confrontation against another predator.

Alya's eyes narrowed as the wolf's tail wagged happily. She sighed, sheathing her blade. "Akash.", the huntress said firmly. The falcon stopped it's screeching and retreated back into it's tattoo form. "I apologise. I'm not used to seeing a predator in such a docile state. Pray you keep him under control." She warned in a serious tone before relaxing, her tone becoming a lot lighter in comparison as she quickly introduced herself.

"I am Alya Frei. Nice to meet you all! This whole 'Knights' thing is pretty weird isn't it? You guys have strange customs.", rambled the huntress, a cheerful, carefree expression in her voice. It sounded like some sort of weird switch had occurred in her speech pattern, but it was mostly just her trying to.. Not seem like a complete outsider.



Summer 1, 12:00PM




"Oh my god it's so hot..", the Librarian complained as she lugged a box of merchandise over to one of the stalls. She was glad that she decided to wear shorts instead of jeans today. It may be a day off for everyone, but as always the oldies were eager to get the festival all set up for tonight. While she understood that someone needed to help get the stalls ready, she didn't really like the prospect of that someone being her. "No you nitwit! That box goes behind the table, not on top of it!" The shouting had come from a nearby stall, but similar shouts were being made all over the place as though nearly everyone was doing their job incorrectly.

Now.. Rauha may be good at household duties, like cooking and cleaning; but lifting heavy objects and being shouted at by old people wasn't something she dealt with very well. Manual labour was completely out of the question if she was given a choice. She sighed in relief as she found the opportunity to escape the stall grounds for a lunch break. Sitting in a soft patch of grass under the shade of an old tree, she quickly brought out a sandwich and a book. She opened it to the bookmarked page and instantly became engrossed in it's contents, periodically taking bites out of her sandwich.

Will the Prince betray his father's wishes and marry the peasant girl or will he be bound by duty and be married to the scheming princess from the West? Such an intriguing tale indeed. Nobody was going to stop Rauha from finding out. Hopefully anyway.


I can only assume that everyone knows eachother, unless they've only just moved into the village.
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