Both are directed at you, I had thought the context enough.
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Lets try this again, Once more into the rapids that are group rps. Perhaps I will find the one that doesn't end a waterfall.
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I left my characters housing open till everyone is on to declare their intended partners or lack there of. I will respond to you after @Spawnling just so there can be some continuity.
Dulla is a laugh, I hope the rest of her post keep up the same unexpected humor.
Just flying in the creatures general vicinity.
I have taken care of said errors, if anyone else spots something do not hesitate. Swype has its limits.
I would ask that you not, he is after all, her only friend at the moment.
Her bird. Must have deleted that bit by mistake.
If my post has errors please let me know, I have done this on a mobile device. I feel like it was likely redundant but better to post and than to take to long.
PAIN
The first thought of the morning, incredibly annoying but still sharp pain. What was the source? Lancelot, and his spear. By spear I mean beak. Hardly the best way to start your day, but for Mulivon it was a common occurrence.
"Why can you not allow my alarm clock to rouse me? Do you derive some sense of joy from pecking my forehead in the morn? Answer me Lancelot lest I grow angry!"
Her eyes struggle to open, unlike her mouth. As she rises Lancelot lands on her shoulder and rubs against her cheek, he always knew just what to say. She sighed defeated by the birds charms. She rises from her bed as there was no hope that Lancelot would allow any other decision.
"Did you start my breakfast? Or at least my bath?"
Lancelot answers with a light peck to the side of her head.
"Yet I keep you around...You are fortunate to be so adorable."
Lancelot hoped off and fluttered away, likely to go about getting his own breakfast.
"Oh yes, so fortunate"
----A short bath later----
So many walls, and doors. She had only been here a short time but the small tubs and even smaller waterfalls (Otherwise known as showers) left her perplexed on how anyone was able to really feel the connection with the waters? Her thoughts continued to wander until Lancelot dropped her headdress on her head.
"Thank you, I will head to the local shop that sells the rather bitter but sweet drink. Coffee. Oh and their swee- I mean breakfast foods"
She walked out in her more traditional garb despite others finding it chilly it was nothing compared to the northern mountains. Though she did have to wear shoes, which she despised, but this type of ground was horrible on such soft feet.
Some stranger using a parasol early in the morning bumped her without a second thought,Using a stupid device no less. She turned to say something but Lancelot forced her headdress down over her eyes to distract her. It took her a few seconds but long enough that it was no longer worth it.
On her trip all sorts of strange shops lined the roads, and everyone dressed so strange. She wasn't in awe but she was interested, particularly with the various forms of entertainment. Television still did not make much since but apparently it did not use magic, but yet could project images that where happening from somewhere far away. It was like a the looking waters from home.
Lancelot pecked the side of her head. She had gotten lost in thought staring at a television display. Mulivon turned around to enter the Corner Garden, a rather open establishment compared to many. But rather than look around she stops dead in her tracks when she spots the giant serpent literally over twice her size! The creatures eyes seem fixated on the staff? Is it a gorgon, she read about those they turn others to stone, but those seem fine? What should she do? Lancelot once again breaks her silence when he flies over to the serpent in question!
"Don't!"
Her plea seemed almost a shout in the empty shop. She winced at her own voice, knowing full well she looked like a fool.
The first thought of the morning, incredibly annoying but still sharp pain. What was the source? Lancelot, and his spear. By spear I mean beak. Hardly the best way to start your day, but for Mulivon it was a common occurrence.
"Why can you not allow my alarm clock to rouse me? Do you derive some sense of joy from pecking my forehead in the morn? Answer me Lancelot lest I grow angry!"
Her eyes struggle to open, unlike her mouth. As she rises Lancelot lands on her shoulder and rubs against her cheek, he always knew just what to say. She sighed defeated by the birds charms. She rises from her bed as there was no hope that Lancelot would allow any other decision.
"Did you start my breakfast? Or at least my bath?"
Lancelot answers with a light peck to the side of her head.
"Yet I keep you around...You are fortunate to be so adorable."
Lancelot hoped off and fluttered away, likely to go about getting his own breakfast.
"Oh yes, so fortunate"
----A short bath later----
So many walls, and doors. She had only been here a short time but the small tubs and even smaller waterfalls (Otherwise known as showers) left her perplexed on how anyone was able to really feel the connection with the waters? Her thoughts continued to wander until Lancelot dropped her headdress on her head.
"Thank you, I will head to the local shop that sells the rather bitter but sweet drink. Coffee. Oh and their swee- I mean breakfast foods"
She walked out in her more traditional garb despite others finding it chilly it was nothing compared to the northern mountains. Though she did have to wear shoes, which she despised, but this type of ground was horrible on such soft feet.
Some stranger using a parasol early in the morning bumped her without a second thought,Using a stupid device no less. She turned to say something but Lancelot forced her headdress down over her eyes to distract her. It took her a few seconds but long enough that it was no longer worth it.
On her trip all sorts of strange shops lined the roads, and everyone dressed so strange. She wasn't in awe but she was interested, particularly with the various forms of entertainment. Television still did not make much since but apparently it did not use magic, but yet could project images that where happening from somewhere far away. It was like a the looking waters from home.
Lancelot pecked the side of her head. She had gotten lost in thought staring at a television display. Mulivon turned around to enter the Corner Garden, a rather open establishment compared to many. But rather than look around she stops dead in her tracks when she spots the giant serpent literally over twice her size! The creatures eyes seem fixated on the staff? Is it a gorgon, she read about those they turn others to stone, but those seem fine? What should she do? Lancelot once again breaks her silence when he flies over to the serpent in question!
"Don't!"
Her plea seemed almost a shout in the empty shop. She winced at her own voice, knowing full well she looked like a fool.
I am having my character be a little fresh off the boat, she and myself are unsure on how to establish the others. I am using a vague opening so if a roommate or a co-worker is to be established my first post will not make that difficult.
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