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Yeah do you mind polishing it a bit and linking the thread to the first IC or OOC post? I love my role plays, but I suppose a summer assignment that is 5% of my first semester grade takes priority. Please understand. T-T
I'd be mad if I didn't have so much homework to stress me out! Plus my phone ran out while I was playing Clash of Clans.
To [insert username here],
You are cordinally and forcibly invited to the first-ever M x M Roleplayer Guild competition. You will not be just any guest, however. You will be added to a panel of judges in which you will help decide the victor fairly, regardless of any personal connections or Satanic pacts. This competition's theme is angst! By definition, this is a deep sense of anxiety or dread. We totally fabricated that eloquent and concise definition from our minds, so no need to cross-check on Google.
As a judge, your job is to read the respective arcs and determine, to the fullest and most complete sense of your awesomeness, which one of us brought more angst to eat at your quickly fading soul. You may also wish to read a few pages before the arcs in order to make sense of the plot. The competition will be between the angst maestro tenebrae16 and the heartbreaker Skybreaker!!!
Any other details will be discussed via the OOC thread of [link this for me, tenebrae] Lumières Caelum, an MxM SciFi romance that involves much plot twists, dragons, family, and that takes place in a post apocalyptic future where the pollution and atomic awards have destroyed the earth so badly humans live high in the air in Sky Cities.
If you are interested in accepting the honor of being a judge for our grand event, please post in the OOC when you are ready.
-Sky
To [insert username here],
You are cordinally and forcibly invited to the first-ever M x M Roleplayer Guild competition. You will not be just any guest, however. You will be added to a panel of judges in which you will help decide the victor fairly, regardless of any personal connections or Satanic pacts. This competition's theme is angst! By definition, this is a deep sense of anxiety or dread. We totally fabricated that eloquent and concise definition from our minds, so no need to cross-check on Google.
As a judge, your job is to read the respective arcs and determine, to the fullest and most complete sense of your awesomeness, which one of us brought more angst to eat at your quickly fading soul. You may also wish to read a few pages before the arcs in order to make sense of the plot. The competition will be between the angst maestro tenebrae16 and the heartbreaker Skybreaker!!!
Any other details will be discussed via the OOC thread of [link this for me, tenebrae] Lumières Caelum, an MxM SciFi romance that involves much plot twists, dragons, family, and that takes place in a post apocalyptic future where the pollution and atomic awards have destroyed the earth so badly humans live high in the air in Sky Cities.
If you are interested in accepting the honor of being a judge for our grand event, please post in the OOC when you are ready.
-Sky
Oh roght ! Totally forgot it was starting now!
That was seventh grade, hm?
Seriously, though, I've been busy playing apps and messing with french global chat on a game I play! XD
Seriously, though, I've been busy playing apps and messing with french global chat on a game I play! XD
Forte gasped slightly as Beelzebub roughly jerked his body back. The hydra's power and rebellious nature never ceased to surprise him. Being upstairs must have been even worse for he wrathful hydra- at least in the basement, there wasn't any furniture that could behead you. How was his personal armory?! Had it survived such a thing? Turning to share a glance with December, who nodded a single time slowly, the armored hydra ascended up the stairs robotically, tailing Beelzebub. Once they were on a higher, floor, his eyes went wide. The castle was pretty much trashed, books and paintings and everyone's treasures seemingly randomly creating an unpredictable pattern on the ground.
There were some of Blizzard's candy, cake, and cookie jars and boxes, Noire's jewelry, Charon's books, December's art supplies, Leo's sheet music (lazily and sloppily drawn and copied,), some of his weapons, Beelzebub's sentimental knickknacks, and when he reached down, he saw a toy of some kind. It was a tiny stuffed animal with unrealistically floppy and fluffy ears. It was so cute it almost made him sick. It was made out of knit material.
Grinning, the prideful hydra picked it up between two fingers and dangled it in front of his eyes with amusement. Pleasantly, he piped, "Hey, look it's Edge's favorite toy! What did he call it? Little Edge? He must have been so happy when out gave it to him on his uh.... birthday. You two were so close. What happened? Would you ever really kill him?" Forte struggled for a word, knowing none of them knew when Edge was actually born. However, they had made up the date when he first washed onto the mainland.
Back when they were all still getting accustomed to their powers, they were much tighter knit. Now it felt like they were separated into their own little groups. December usually was buddy-buddy with Blizzard and Noire, as well as him sometimes. He never liked Charon- but did always tolerate him. How could someone stand to using their body in that way to get what out want? To him it was unimaginably dishonorable.
Noire was Charon's cohort, and in the old days, he spent the most time with Leo, Edge, Bel. What had occurred? What had made them into killers? Edge convinced him, and December, all he wanted was to get away from dragon kind and build a castle at the Edge of the world. There was an ocean on one side, once, and an expansive desert on the other side. Now there was only ruin and wasteland.
They were all so close before, and though Edge could make miracles happen, he was weak. Whenever he killed, when he arrived at their shelter he would start crying and vomiting. Then, suddenly, Edge didn't mind killing, he loved it just as much as himself and Beelzebub. What drove him? Revenge? As Edge changed, so did Bel. It was only a matter of time until Bel went crazy, wasn't there? "Bel, are you alright? I care, you know, it's why I followed you. You may think we are only allies in battle, but of something's bothering you, I might be able to help."
Noire flashed a grin to Blizzard. "Hmm, I don't know, can they get something to eat?" She repeated, knowing it would get on her nerves. Share her cakes and cobblers with Edge's kids or keep it all to herself. What would she decide? Terra, meanwhile, stared concerned at the two little children. Everyone seemed, on the outside at least, unphazed by the fact Bel could be conspiring against them all.
There were some of Blizzard's candy, cake, and cookie jars and boxes, Noire's jewelry, Charon's books, December's art supplies, Leo's sheet music (lazily and sloppily drawn and copied,), some of his weapons, Beelzebub's sentimental knickknacks, and when he reached down, he saw a toy of some kind. It was a tiny stuffed animal with unrealistically floppy and fluffy ears. It was so cute it almost made him sick. It was made out of knit material.
Grinning, the prideful hydra picked it up between two fingers and dangled it in front of his eyes with amusement. Pleasantly, he piped, "Hey, look it's Edge's favorite toy! What did he call it? Little Edge? He must have been so happy when out gave it to him on his uh.... birthday. You two were so close. What happened? Would you ever really kill him?" Forte struggled for a word, knowing none of them knew when Edge was actually born. However, they had made up the date when he first washed onto the mainland.
Back when they were all still getting accustomed to their powers, they were much tighter knit. Now it felt like they were separated into their own little groups. December usually was buddy-buddy with Blizzard and Noire, as well as him sometimes. He never liked Charon- but did always tolerate him. How could someone stand to using their body in that way to get what out want? To him it was unimaginably dishonorable.
Noire was Charon's cohort, and in the old days, he spent the most time with Leo, Edge, Bel. What had occurred? What had made them into killers? Edge convinced him, and December, all he wanted was to get away from dragon kind and build a castle at the Edge of the world. There was an ocean on one side, once, and an expansive desert on the other side. Now there was only ruin and wasteland.
They were all so close before, and though Edge could make miracles happen, he was weak. Whenever he killed, when he arrived at their shelter he would start crying and vomiting. Then, suddenly, Edge didn't mind killing, he loved it just as much as himself and Beelzebub. What drove him? Revenge? As Edge changed, so did Bel. It was only a matter of time until Bel went crazy, wasn't there? "Bel, are you alright? I care, you know, it's why I followed you. You may think we are only allies in battle, but of something's bothering you, I might be able to help."
Noire flashed a grin to Blizzard. "Hmm, I don't know, can they get something to eat?" She repeated, knowing it would get on her nerves. Share her cakes and cobblers with Edge's kids or keep it all to herself. What would she decide? Terra, meanwhile, stared concerned at the two little children. Everyone seemed, on the outside at least, unphazed by the fact Bel could be conspiring against them all.
Give m a bit, I'm totally brain dead from homework.
Wolfgang cringed as Danny's hair was pulled none too gently. He could hear the hair struggling to stay in, a sound like tuning guitar strings. The golem mage imagined Danny must have been in a lot of pain, but it couldn't be helped. For now, he just wanted to stay out of the psychotic familiar's way. Mr. Chartarum may have been pretty cool, but his familiar was one sick puppy. Er... kitty. He couldn't help himself from chuckling just a bit, though.
West didn't believe in laying low. "Ahahaha! You can sing and rhyme! Oh my gosh," He vocalized stupidly, reaching out to pet the cute little ball of fuzz, rescued only when Klaus gently lowered his hand. Chime could be mad, but not nearly as mad if West had gone through with petting the demonic critter. Though he was joking around, he did it only to conceal the chills that were running down his spine.
Klaus appeared to be deep n thought. Now, how could he speak to Chime without getting him angry? Insults hardly bothered him but he didn't need his new favorite teacher hating him because his familiar made up lies. "Uh, Mr. Chime, how do we... encourage Mr. Chartarum to take us with him on missions?"
Sighing contently as his brother put an arm around his shoulders, Sterling leaned back into his brother. "I wish we could be roommates..." He murmured softly as he reveled in the warmth and humor that was his brother. "Well, you're not going to kick my ass without my help,so if you get too good, I'll... level the playing field a bit." He threatenedmeith a laugh. "And yeah, us smart kids take breaks. It's after this class. "
He felt strange without Chime. They were never a mile apart, and he knew his beloved familiar was close. But it was a feeling of nakedness, of vulnerability. His brother wasn't a spectacular mage, so how would they defend themeselves if someone attacked them? "I don't need to sneak out. You probably need to though."
West didn't believe in laying low. "Ahahaha! You can sing and rhyme! Oh my gosh," He vocalized stupidly, reaching out to pet the cute little ball of fuzz, rescued only when Klaus gently lowered his hand. Chime could be mad, but not nearly as mad if West had gone through with petting the demonic critter. Though he was joking around, he did it only to conceal the chills that were running down his spine.
Klaus appeared to be deep n thought. Now, how could he speak to Chime without getting him angry? Insults hardly bothered him but he didn't need his new favorite teacher hating him because his familiar made up lies. "Uh, Mr. Chime, how do we... encourage Mr. Chartarum to take us with him on missions?"
Sighing contently as his brother put an arm around his shoulders, Sterling leaned back into his brother. "I wish we could be roommates..." He murmured softly as he reveled in the warmth and humor that was his brother. "Well, you're not going to kick my ass without my help,so if you get too good, I'll... level the playing field a bit." He threatenedmeith a laugh. "And yeah, us smart kids take breaks. It's after this class. "
He felt strange without Chime. They were never a mile apart, and he knew his beloved familiar was close. But it was a feeling of nakedness, of vulnerability. His brother wasn't a spectacular mage, so how would they defend themeselves if someone attacked them? "I don't need to sneak out. You probably need to though."
I'm not to good with this kinda thing, but I could help with the info portion.
Charon sniffled a few times, feeling extraordinarily out of place when he wasn't in a bedroom. Though he wasn't the smartest of them, he was a lot more observant than most gave him credit for; he wasn't one of their schemers for nothing.
It appeared both groups had reached a treaty for the time being. Conversing with each other, even. What was going on? He groaned, wondering if it was really Beelzebub that had worsened his wounds. Edge had clawed at him, that was true, bjt his king had only ripped open a hole in his stomach. Someone else did the rest.
Skylark buried his face in the crook of his brother's neck, which was warm and moist from the heat waves. He was so angry, and didn't bring himself to speak to Beelzebub as his brother was. Maybe he was afraid, not of the hydra, but of saying a bad words when Daddy wouldn't want him to. Why hadn't Regnum found Daddy or Father somewhere upstairs?
They would never leave him- them. Thinking of the Daddy that took such good care of them when they were eggs, and the Father who was so strong and handsome and loving, who would take them on an adventure, he whispered tearily to his brother, "What... if Daddy's never coming back?"
He cried and broke away from his brother then, stumbling toward Regnum and the heat burning away his tears. He sobbed violently, hammering his fists against the obsidian floor. We don't need anyone to take care of us but Daddy and Father!" Skylark screamed, wanting to call closer but Terra snatched him up and began carrying away. He didn't hit her, though he wanted to.
"Where are my parents?! Where are Edge and Relin?! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY PARENTS YOU MONSTERS?!" He screamed loudly, accusingly, Terra trying to rock him but he angrily fought his way out of her grip, wiping tears from his eyes. "I want my Father..." He sobbed brokenly, quickly wasting what little water he had left in the form of tears. "Give me my Father back-"
"Your parents, if they're not here, they must be-" Skylark screamed. December sat I him, causing the other young-looking hydra to squeak and fall backwards. "They must be looking for you! Edge loves you an awful lot, you know. Both of you." Skylark stared emotionlessly, seemingly satisfied with her answer. He liked hiding away and pretending everything was okay. He was sheltered by his doting parents, while they still were his Daddy and Father. Before one had lost his heart, and the other, his mind.
"But until then you need to listen to us, okay? If out don't, you might not be able to see your parents again." Skylark brightened up. "If I listen, I can see Daddy and Father again?!?" He squealed excitedly, face a shoe of pure bliss. He would kiss and hug and love his parents. His precious Father. "Yeah, in due time." December said slower, the death glare Noire sending her helping to shut her up.
Skylark skipped back to Sleipnir , so happy that to the adults who knew better, it hurt to watch. "Daddy and Father are looking for us!" He squealed before running over to December and hugging her tightly. She was a lot like Daddy, and the dragons reminded him of Father. But she had comforted him. "Thank you." He said shyly before rolling back to Leo and hugging him tightly as well. "I'll listen, I'll be good from now on!" He promised, aloud. December sailed warmly, then looked away to hide the tears of regret. Did she just give him something worse than the truth?
Meanwhile' Forte had a hand on Beelzebub's shoulder, "Calm down, buddy. I believe you. But if you go berserk, the dragons will... do something. I know you hate Edge," He said, oblivious to the warm relationship the angry hydra and his king used to share, "But if you wanna kill him you have to survive today." He added in a more hushed tone,though everyone could make out words. Only the adults could hear all of it.
"You're not killing Edge, you sicko!" Charon growled.
It appeared both groups had reached a treaty for the time being. Conversing with each other, even. What was going on? He groaned, wondering if it was really Beelzebub that had worsened his wounds. Edge had clawed at him, that was true, bjt his king had only ripped open a hole in his stomach. Someone else did the rest.
Skylark buried his face in the crook of his brother's neck, which was warm and moist from the heat waves. He was so angry, and didn't bring himself to speak to Beelzebub as his brother was. Maybe he was afraid, not of the hydra, but of saying a bad words when Daddy wouldn't want him to. Why hadn't Regnum found Daddy or Father somewhere upstairs?
They would never leave him- them. Thinking of the Daddy that took such good care of them when they were eggs, and the Father who was so strong and handsome and loving, who would take them on an adventure, he whispered tearily to his brother, "What... if Daddy's never coming back?"
He cried and broke away from his brother then, stumbling toward Regnum and the heat burning away his tears. He sobbed violently, hammering his fists against the obsidian floor. We don't need anyone to take care of us but Daddy and Father!" Skylark screamed, wanting to call closer but Terra snatched him up and began carrying away. He didn't hit her, though he wanted to.
"Where are my parents?! Where are Edge and Relin?! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY PARENTS YOU MONSTERS?!" He screamed loudly, accusingly, Terra trying to rock him but he angrily fought his way out of her grip, wiping tears from his eyes. "I want my Father..." He sobbed brokenly, quickly wasting what little water he had left in the form of tears. "Give me my Father back-"
"Your parents, if they're not here, they must be-" Skylark screamed. December sat I him, causing the other young-looking hydra to squeak and fall backwards. "They must be looking for you! Edge loves you an awful lot, you know. Both of you." Skylark stared emotionlessly, seemingly satisfied with her answer. He liked hiding away and pretending everything was okay. He was sheltered by his doting parents, while they still were his Daddy and Father. Before one had lost his heart, and the other, his mind.
"But until then you need to listen to us, okay? If out don't, you might not be able to see your parents again." Skylark brightened up. "If I listen, I can see Daddy and Father again?!?" He squealed excitedly, face a shoe of pure bliss. He would kiss and hug and love his parents. His precious Father. "Yeah, in due time." December said slower, the death glare Noire sending her helping to shut her up.
Skylark skipped back to Sleipnir , so happy that to the adults who knew better, it hurt to watch. "Daddy and Father are looking for us!" He squealed before running over to December and hugging her tightly. She was a lot like Daddy, and the dragons reminded him of Father. But she had comforted him. "Thank you." He said shyly before rolling back to Leo and hugging him tightly as well. "I'll listen, I'll be good from now on!" He promised, aloud. December sailed warmly, then looked away to hide the tears of regret. Did she just give him something worse than the truth?
Meanwhile' Forte had a hand on Beelzebub's shoulder, "Calm down, buddy. I believe you. But if you go berserk, the dragons will... do something. I know you hate Edge," He said, oblivious to the warm relationship the angry hydra and his king used to share, "But if you wanna kill him you have to survive today." He added in a more hushed tone,though everyone could make out words. Only the adults could hear all of it.
"You're not killing Edge, you sicko!" Charon growled.
Everything but the third thing is fine. Don't worry, Tene, you'll win. In your dreams.
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