shylarah

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

@CollectorOfMyst Expect the players to do something you didn't plan for. Focus on fun. Communicate! When things go off the rails, never fear; unused plans, locations, etc can be recycled. Every decision has consequences. Encourage the players to consider more than just murder hoboing their way through life.

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

@Hekazu hmm. It's a tad hard to figure out who'd be a good fit if I don't have anything on the starting scenario. A masquerade ball, I thin was mentioned?

Looks like most of mine will have no trouble at all avoiding doubling. Alys is watchful/dangerous, Max is Persuasive/watchful (though mostly just kind), shy is dangerous/ watchful, and Angie is dangerous/shadowy.

I'm leaning toward shy, actually, but she's not even from the same universe, and I'd likely need to discuss specifics with you at length.

OE I could just play Schroedinger, the improbable feline. He's been nipping at me to let him out for a while now, and I don't think there's a better place for him than FL. He's shadowy/watchful, or maybe watchful/shadowy, but I doubt there'd be much overlap with anyone else, given that he is a cat.

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

I lied, I read it now. <.< What's the premise of the rp, and are you accepting others? I have five different characters I've brought into FL, only one of which has reached any sort of exceptional status (and Alys isn't interested in being exceptional anymore...or won't be, depending on where in time you meet her). Well. Nikki and her Flit-bound Velocipede are a bit famous, but more in a "wow that lass is in need of a stay at the Beth" kind of a way? Shy is...uh. Not human, and not even native to Earth. ...It's complicated and may involve Parabola, if not alternate dimensions. And Doc is...he's just unfortunate, is what he is.

Aside from them, I have a wide range of people that might be tugged into the setting, and perhaps a few newcomers I could develop.

Also one highly improbable feline that I've been wanting to play again, and FL seems the perfect place for him to make another appearance, if only as a minor character.

So yeah, is there a chance of playing, what's the rp premise, and just how different do all the characters need to be from each other?

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

@Hekazu

Hello! Delicious friends~

I'm en route to bed; just popped on because I heard guild was back up. But I intend to read every word of this. I have several FL chars -- and several FL friends I might draft, if the cause is a good one. <3

@Lady Selune Ooh, I didn't know you did FL! *wriggles*

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

WAHOOOOO!

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

@Lovejoy Oh jeez. TV and film...just commercials, or other things too?! It sounds interesting, at least.

But people are jerks. T.T There ought to be a way to cordon it off properly...Or some sort of warning sign that would make people think twice.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith (High-Casual)

Girl and cat ghosted through the dappled shadows of the forest, heading in no particular direction save "away". Or rather, Wyth ghosted, and young Amuné did her best to avoid making too much noise with much less success. She could move quietly enough on a good day, but it was not a good day. In fact, it had not been a good day in quite some time. A week? Two? How long had it been, she wondered, only to shake the question out of her head and focus on the important things. She needed food, and badly.

Her appearance told the tale of difficult times all too clearly. What had once been a cute outfit was now covered in dirt, small holes from carelessness grown slowly wider with further hard wear and her father's darning needle nowhere in sight. Her short, mousy hair was a mess of leaves and tangles, her exposed skin grimy and even her shoes had dried mud where she'd stepped in it during the last rain. Her nails needed a trim, and her mother would have insisted she wash them before coming to supper, but the caked dirt was evidence of her efforts digging up root vegetables. She'd foraged enough to get by so far, but it was never enough. Wyth had brought her a small rodent on two separate occasions. The second time she was hungry enough that she'd tried to eat it despite not having flint and steel to make a fire for cooking, but the taste of raw meat had made her nauseated and she could only force down a small portion before she gave up. She thought that eventually she'd be starved enough that it would seem appealing, but that wasn't the case -- at least, not yet.

Maybe she should risk a town, the next one she found. She'd never stolen anything before, nor begged, but desperation caused a person to do things she wouldn't otherwise. Flint meant she could make a small fire to cook things, and if she could grab journey foods too that would go a long way towards making a proper meal. And a fire would help if that large animal she'd heard earlier decided little girls were good eating. Wyth could drive it off if he had to, but she'd prefer if it didn't come near to start with.

Wyth lifted his shaggy head, whiskers forward as he sniffed at the breeze. Amuné mimicked him. She knew his senses were much keener than hers, and she didn't really expect to smell anything, but a dry and faintly smokey scent tickled her nose. Fire? She shuddered, reaching out a hand to touch Wyth's flank for reassurance. It wasn't a big one, or the animals would be calling danger. So that meant people. She didn't want to go near people, not after what had happened. They didn't like Magi, and they didn't like Ydra, and while she didn't look like either, she'd seen far too much of what happened to those they didn't like. She didn't feel safe near people.

Only there'd be more people in a town, and not as many places to hide. With shaky but resolute steps, she started following the scent of smoke upwind. The little group wasn't all that far away. A handful of people, one of them injured. One injured, another helping him. One -- Ydran? And with a big cat too, though not the same kind as Wyth. Her breath caught in her throat. Her daddy said Ydra were much more aware than Murans, and animals were more alert still. But she had to try. Most of them looked like town people, nothing like her daddy's tribe. None were heavily armed, save for the Ydran woman. So all she needed to do was wait until most of them were distracted or asleep. Asleep would be better -- and if it was dark, she and Wyth would have a big advantage over most of them. If the Ydran lady and her cat caught up, maybe Amuné could convince them to let her go and not tell the others. She sent up a silent prayer to Saint Edos and Saint Oranoak that they'd keep her safe for this, and apologized that she was going to be stealing because it was bad. But she didn't dare approach them openly. You couldn't trust strangers. You couldn't even trust friends.

Please, let my Mommy and my Daddy be okay, and let them come find me soon.

A soft sound escaped her, though she tried to keep from crying. That was all it took to alert the other cat, and Amuné felt her blood run cold as its ears perked up and its head turned towards her. Biting her lip so she wouldn't mess up again, she slowly backed away. Every leaf that brushed her clothing was the grinding of a millwheel; a broken stick was a crack of thunder. The cat got up, and the child's nerve broke. She turned to run.

Amuné made it all of half a stride before the carelessness of blind panic sent her tumbling, a poorly-placed foot catching under a root and bringing her down with the crash of a hundred cook pots. She managed not to cry out in alarm, but a muffled yelp of distress slipped out all the same. Wyth planted himself over his girl and snarled a challenge at the panther, and the others as well. By then they'd made enough noise that everyone in the little rescue party was aware that something was nearby, even if they didn't know who or what.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith (High-Casual)

...Wait, you can become a Magi without having been born one? That's a thing?! Or do you mean creatures that have the sort of abilities that echo Magi abilities?

EDIT:
Few different ways this can go. Yarri can call her panther off -- she might recognize how Wyth is acting. Anyone could see Amune and say as much. She's not going to be the fastest getting up. She didn't twist her ankle, but even missteps hurt. She does have some cuts and bruises, so there's that. ...So yeah, should be a few different reasons to ask her to stay, at least for now.

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

@Lovejoy ouuuch. Hang in there!

Adelon: Steeling the Faith (High-Casual)

Hmm, maybe I can have amune come in now. She wouldn't try to steal during the day, but just being close enough to follow them, she might be heard and maybe Yarri and her panther notice. @Raylah think that'd work? I remember someone else suggesting something sorta like that, and now I kinda have an idea of how it'd work...