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Phone tells me a joke: "Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana." I think I've been lied to about who is my real dad.
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That awkward moment when you're playing Monster Hunter World, and you know that young you would have been sexually awoken by that Field Captain.
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That awkward moment when you need a young person to explain a meme to you, and all you can do is shake your walker at them and scream "get off my lawn and stop explaining the I-TER-NETS to me!"
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When you screw up a word so bad that even spell check is like: "I got nothing for yah, bro."
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Bio
Hoot, hoot...
*coughs*
People words. People words. I'm definitely a person.
A person who roleplays bad boys with hearts made of cookie.
I also enjoy flying at night breathing.
Thank.
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People words. People words. I'm definitely a person.
A person who roleplays bad boys with hearts made of cookie.
I also enjoy flying at night breathing.
Thank.
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Adra Son Sauhl
Adra smiled when the roguish human announced that she had far larger testicles than most. It wasn’t a compliment, but it was not an insult either. She was a blunt creature, and as much she favored truth over a sugaring of words. Still, she stood by her sentiment.
The human, clad in armor, jerked around ready to fight her in verbal combat. Adra stood in silence, not stunned or angry, as he spoke his truth. Then he dragged her husband’s name through his words without a thought. She wanted to balk, but she stilled her tongue.
“My only concern was knowing who we would die by. I like being led by someone whose face I would know well upon the last gurgles of life.” She paused. “I am not interested in leading a human group towards a human goal. I have no ego regarding such. You seem most prepared for that. My concern is knowing who I would be looking at when I died. A brave man shows his face and cowardly one leaves you to die without something familiar and warm.” She shrugged. “So, lead. I just wanted to know the person I was dying under.”
He raised his helmet and gave a glimmer of his face. “That is fine,” she said. “You’re an instrument of the emperor but considering it—we all are. Sad finger puppets flitting about in a stupid human game. Though I would ask that one not drag Gathran’s name about so idly. Just. Please.”
Adra drew her lips into a tight scowl, which made her tusks more obvious. The large, green, fae leaned down to her and whispered her thoughts. Adra snorted. “If he was interested in me, he’d stop trying to throw me atop every social pyre that existed.” She smiled. “But thank you for such hope. I do enjoy it.”
The human, clad in armor, jerked around ready to fight her in verbal combat. Adra stood in silence, not stunned or angry, as he spoke his truth. Then he dragged her husband’s name through his words without a thought. She wanted to balk, but she stilled her tongue.
“My only concern was knowing who we would die by. I like being led by someone whose face I would know well upon the last gurgles of life.” She paused. “I am not interested in leading a human group towards a human goal. I have no ego regarding such. You seem most prepared for that. My concern is knowing who I would be looking at when I died. A brave man shows his face and cowardly one leaves you to die without something familiar and warm.” She shrugged. “So, lead. I just wanted to know the person I was dying under.”
He raised his helmet and gave a glimmer of his face. “That is fine,” she said. “You’re an instrument of the emperor but considering it—we all are. Sad finger puppets flitting about in a stupid human game. Though I would ask that one not drag Gathran’s name about so idly. Just. Please.”
Adra drew her lips into a tight scowl, which made her tusks more obvious. The large, green, fae leaned down to her and whispered her thoughts. Adra snorted. “If he was interested in me, he’d stop trying to throw me atop every social pyre that existed.” She smiled. “But thank you for such hope. I do enjoy it.”
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Adra Son Sauhl
The Emperor’s acknowledgement reminded her of the loss she knew. He’d apparently sent for Gathran for obvious reasons. While he seemed content to have someone there, she knew that she was not the one he expected. Adra had never been a part of the orc’s legend. All the stories that floated about had to do with him and him alone. She was a side note. Not that she hated that, but it was hard to explain to people her involvement with the warrior. It also hurt.
She pulled herself from her bow and looked around. While she’d felt extremely humbled and incapable, those around her were varied in appearance and background. She was the only orc. Honestly, she expected that. Her kind wasn’t so quick to throw themselves in front of the humans. Adra knew she needed to honor the summons. So, here she was. Her eyes danced across each of the members. Humans, there were a few but they were varied. There was the fully armored man that watched silently over them. There was the thief. There were a couple of noble looking fellows. Also, an entirely covered person that hid their background. An older woman stomped in and flashed about her importance. Adra looked on. There was an elvkiin, or so she assumed. And then there were two fae. One was massive with green skin and over-interest in everything happening around her. The other stood silently and powerfully.
It was then that emperor announced that they take their artifact from the display. She approached. There were numerous ones missing, and yet her eyes landed on a gauntlet. She picked it up. Immediately, she felt a power run through her veins, unlike anything she’d felt before. An inhale escaped her lips before she pulled away from the table. She knew this artifact almost immediately. Strength. She would possess it.
The emperor excused them in a solemn way. She was used to such biddings. The orcs weren’t a kind for unnecessary fanfare. They knew when missions were hopeless and when they were not. She nodded at his words.
She watched him leave and then turned to their new leader. She bristled at the fact that she was probably taking orders from a plain human. Weak. Soft. They were not born from knowledge and iron. She tilted her head upwards and watched the man. The man belted out an order and began walking. ”I do enjoy reacting to orders given by a stranger. Especially a human clad entirely in armor. So afraid to show his face. Yes, please, tell me more about what I should do. I enjoy being led around by a faceless puppet of the emperor.”
She pulled herself from her bow and looked around. While she’d felt extremely humbled and incapable, those around her were varied in appearance and background. She was the only orc. Honestly, she expected that. Her kind wasn’t so quick to throw themselves in front of the humans. Adra knew she needed to honor the summons. So, here she was. Her eyes danced across each of the members. Humans, there were a few but they were varied. There was the fully armored man that watched silently over them. There was the thief. There were a couple of noble looking fellows. Also, an entirely covered person that hid their background. An older woman stomped in and flashed about her importance. Adra looked on. There was an elvkiin, or so she assumed. And then there were two fae. One was massive with green skin and over-interest in everything happening around her. The other stood silently and powerfully.
It was then that emperor announced that they take their artifact from the display. She approached. There were numerous ones missing, and yet her eyes landed on a gauntlet. She picked it up. Immediately, she felt a power run through her veins, unlike anything she’d felt before. An inhale escaped her lips before she pulled away from the table. She knew this artifact almost immediately. Strength. She would possess it.
The emperor excused them in a solemn way. She was used to such biddings. The orcs weren’t a kind for unnecessary fanfare. They knew when missions were hopeless and when they were not. She nodded at his words.
She watched him leave and then turned to their new leader. She bristled at the fact that she was probably taking orders from a plain human. Weak. Soft. They were not born from knowledge and iron. She tilted her head upwards and watched the man. The man belted out an order and began walking. ”I do enjoy reacting to orders given by a stranger. Especially a human clad entirely in armor. So afraid to show his face. Yes, please, tell me more about what I should do. I enjoy being led around by a faceless puppet of the emperor.”
The Woods
@Zoey White @CaptainSully @Searat @Tim @Rockette
Frankie had been right, there was no way he would have been able to maneuver through the forest, as trees had practically grown on top of each other. The trunks were large and only offered crevices to squeeze through sometimes. The group was fortunate in the fact that they had a tracker leading the way, as Sully was able to discern where the ground was marred, the trees were scratched, and where there’d been a sign of passing.
The forest was eerily quiet. Occasionally, a limb would creak and groan, there’d be a soft patter of a creature scurrying about, or crack of an old limb under someone’s boot. The sky was covered in the overlapping fingers of the tree. The only light came from the group.
The trees began to open up after about fifteen minutes of tense walking. There a nasty gouge was left in the side of the tree with blood caked around it. It was hard to tell what color it was, to discern it from human or beast. If one followed the arc of the gouge they’d see slickness on the ground—probably more blood. There at the very end was Soldier’s warhammer laying on the ground. It was coated in chunks of viscera and gore. It also sat in the middle of a small clearing. It was apparent that a tussle had gone on here. The tracks were confusing and twisted. Still, there was nothing in sight.
The sound of their foot steps was surprisingly loud in the silence, even if they were trying to muffle them. Beyond the clearing there was noise. Then a female voice let out, “guys! Help me!” If one had to guess, it was Rocket.
A growl licked the air, and from the darkness between the trees slunk out a dog—feral and heavily irradiated. Two more joined it on either side, blocking the way out of the clearing. It was hard to tell if that was all of them, and the one in front wasted no time running at the group, with one stood behind, and the other looked behind it—where Rocket would have yelled from.
Frankie had been right, there was no way he would have been able to maneuver through the forest, as trees had practically grown on top of each other. The trunks were large and only offered crevices to squeeze through sometimes. The group was fortunate in the fact that they had a tracker leading the way, as Sully was able to discern where the ground was marred, the trees were scratched, and where there’d been a sign of passing.
The forest was eerily quiet. Occasionally, a limb would creak and groan, there’d be a soft patter of a creature scurrying about, or crack of an old limb under someone’s boot. The sky was covered in the overlapping fingers of the tree. The only light came from the group.
The trees began to open up after about fifteen minutes of tense walking. There a nasty gouge was left in the side of the tree with blood caked around it. It was hard to tell what color it was, to discern it from human or beast. If one followed the arc of the gouge they’d see slickness on the ground—probably more blood. There at the very end was Soldier’s warhammer laying on the ground. It was coated in chunks of viscera and gore. It also sat in the middle of a small clearing. It was apparent that a tussle had gone on here. The tracks were confusing and twisted. Still, there was nothing in sight.
The sound of their foot steps was surprisingly loud in the silence, even if they were trying to muffle them. Beyond the clearing there was noise. Then a female voice let out, “guys! Help me!” If one had to guess, it was Rocket.
A growl licked the air, and from the darkness between the trees slunk out a dog—feral and heavily irradiated. Two more joined it on either side, blocking the way out of the clearing. It was hard to tell if that was all of them, and the one in front wasted no time running at the group, with one stood behind, and the other looked behind it—where Rocket would have yelled from.
Graveside
@Rtron @Simple Unicycle @WXer
Shepherd paid them no mind as they conversed among themselves on who would go into the forest. It was too late. He grasped at his son’s hand, the warmth slowly fading from it. When he looked up, he saw the three standing over him, offering their help and a bottle of whiskey. He was not a drinking man, but he took it from the gentleman’s hand. He unscrewed the lid and took a long drink from it, wheezing afterward.
“Thank you kindly,” he said. Slowly he stood, using the bottle to leverage him up. With a slow shuffle, he headed to the other cart and procured two shovels. He looked up at Frankie, and then back down—handing him a shovel. Whatever he might have thought of the supermutant was not shown at that moment. He then walked to the edge of the tree line and tapped against the ground with the bottom of the shovel, looking for anywhere that was soft. He managed to locate a small square of dirt that’d recently been upturned. He placed the shovel there. Asking no help, he picked up his son’s body, far larger and heavier than the diminutive old man should have carried. He placed him by the shovel. Then he returned for the head. All the while, he was taking large drinks from the whiskey.
A tear ran down his face as he started to dig the grave. Minutes passed in which he assumed the supermutant was assisting him. He was so dedicated and focused on his task that he failed to notice anyone around him. A few feet down, Shepherd knew he didn’t have the time or stamina to dig a seven-foot hole, and he was ready to bury the body. He leaned in for one more scoop.
His shovel clanked against metal. He looked up. Swirling the shovel over the spot, he noticed that there was a metal chest. On the top of it was painted: “Vault 76 Trinkets.”
Shepherd looked up. “Isn’t that where the silverfish came from? It can’t be good to open such a thing. We should bury Isaac here and leave it well enough alone.”
Shepherd paid them no mind as they conversed among themselves on who would go into the forest. It was too late. He grasped at his son’s hand, the warmth slowly fading from it. When he looked up, he saw the three standing over him, offering their help and a bottle of whiskey. He was not a drinking man, but he took it from the gentleman’s hand. He unscrewed the lid and took a long drink from it, wheezing afterward.
“Thank you kindly,” he said. Slowly he stood, using the bottle to leverage him up. With a slow shuffle, he headed to the other cart and procured two shovels. He looked up at Frankie, and then back down—handing him a shovel. Whatever he might have thought of the supermutant was not shown at that moment. He then walked to the edge of the tree line and tapped against the ground with the bottom of the shovel, looking for anywhere that was soft. He managed to locate a small square of dirt that’d recently been upturned. He placed the shovel there. Asking no help, he picked up his son’s body, far larger and heavier than the diminutive old man should have carried. He placed him by the shovel. Then he returned for the head. All the while, he was taking large drinks from the whiskey.
A tear ran down his face as he started to dig the grave. Minutes passed in which he assumed the supermutant was assisting him. He was so dedicated and focused on his task that he failed to notice anyone around him. A few feet down, Shepherd knew he didn’t have the time or stamina to dig a seven-foot hole, and he was ready to bury the body. He leaned in for one more scoop.
His shovel clanked against metal. He looked up. Swirling the shovel over the spot, he noticed that there was a metal chest. On the top of it was painted: “Vault 76 Trinkets.”
Shepherd looked up. “Isn’t that where the silverfish came from? It can’t be good to open such a thing. We should bury Isaac here and leave it well enough alone.”
Yes, I'm around. Yesterday was supposed to be the day to get things organized and finished. I got like one thing done. I didn't realize it was St. Patricks day. I'm not Irish, but my inlaws are. So, that was a thing. Anyway, I'm working on a reply now. Trying to figure out how to divide an artifact. I'm assuming that's what we're still doing @Sola? Otherwise, after reviewing the leftover ones, I can always snag that breastplate to make posting easier.
Mmm, delicious mismatched armor, it's any fantasy MMORPG again.
Mmm, delicious mismatched armor, it's any fantasy MMORPG again.
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Plot Ideas
I should throw some ideas out here as I seem to be relying on you to form a character from a spark in your mind. To be honest, I know some people have pre-created DA characters they like using in various RPs *stares at own Hawke*, but I figured I'd throw some inciting incidents out that could be useful for forming a character idea. By all means, you do not have to use these, they're just possibilities. Also, these are open for all characters, not just one. Feel free to oddly mix and match if you will. I'll add and remove as time goes on.
- ♛ Hello Darkspawn My Old Friend: Entire villages are vanishing in the middle of the night. They're small, but surrounding villages and commonfolk swear that they saw people there just yesterday. There are hints that darkspawn are the culprits, but it seems odd given that some of the villages have no connection to dwarven tunnels. If it is darkspawn, where are they coming from, and what are they doing? If it's not, well that might be more frightening.
- ♛ Assassin, Assassin, Blood Mage: Something strange is going on in the Orlesian courts. People are disappearing, only to reappear a little off-kilter. Orders are being sent out that have no source. Party-goers are forgetting entire nights. And more urgently, an important Ferelden diplomat has been killed at a very prestigious noble's house. They're pleading innocent, but the Fereldens are calling for a swift death. Even if foul play is suspected, something far more sinister is at play.
- ♛Why'd it Have to be Dragons: Unsurprisingly, a dragon is terrorizing a town, surprisingly it has demands. An elf by the name of Whisper accompanies the dragon and states that if his demands aren't met then his beloved friend and fire-breathing monster will lay waste to the town. No one has really ever heard of dragon tamers, and honestly Whisper's demands have been odd and out of place. It's believed that this a little more than a scam. Something sinister is at play here, and may not only be taking advantage of various towns but of Whisper as well.
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Well, good day to you, total and complete strangers. Welcome to my thread. As you can imagine this is themed around one and one fandom only, Mass Effect Dragon Age.I've unfortunately gotten lost AO3, and that has spurred a need like no other for a RP set in this universe. Please note, this will be entirely filled with OCs, alternate timelines, and possibly some content that isn't as romanticized as you think. Please read through all of this before hitting me up. Now onto the show~
Rules for Adventuring
There's nothing in here that is any different than the usual, but make sure that everything is copacetic. I won't be entirely inflexible with these, but I will not do what is listed under the "refuses to do" section.
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WHAT THIS RP IS ABOUT
YE OLDE BASICS
THINGS I ENJOY
THINGS I REFUSE TO DO
HOW TO CONTACT ME FOR RP
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Disclaimer: If you are not interested in RPing the Dragon Age world, but would like RP something very similar, at least in character concept and dark fantasy worlds, feel free to message me as well. I figured this was the easiest way to get this RP off the ground, and I lose people during world-building (I can get intense with it.) But I'm game for possibly working that out.
Disclaimer: If you are not interested in RPing the Dragon Age world, but would like RP something very similar, at least in character concept and dark fantasy worlds, feel free to message me as well. I figured this was the easiest way to get this RP off the ground, and I lose people during world-building (I can get intense with it.) But I'm game for possibly working that out.
The Story Thus Far
Here's where the history section is. It's meant to be brief, but to touch on things that will be prevalent in this RP. Please remember this is an AU that has loose ties to the main story. This is so we can make our own story.
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I would like to tell you that heroes go on in greatness. I would like to tell you that they do not pause, that they do not slow, and they do not lose their valor, power, and comrades. I would like to tell you that. But time doesn't know exactly how to handle heroes. They peak and then they wane into obscurity. As long as they do not rear their head again in betrayal, anger or darkness, we remember the last great thing they do--we remember what they looked like in their youth and their victory. What we do not remember is what happens afterward. How the cost of a decision, that seemed so important at the time, settles on them. How they sink into the folds of a history book, only to be spoken of story or song.
♛ THE WARDEN
♛ THE CHAMPION
♛ THE INQUISITOR
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Please make note not to click on the tab if you have not played the game or finished out the DLC, as some of the plots (one in particular) deal with an end scene that I don't want to be ruined for you.
Please make note not to click on the tab if you have not played the game or finished out the DLC, as some of the plots (one in particular) deal with an end scene that I don't want to be ruined for you.
The Characters
Here is where the characters are, and a brief blurb about whatever you wish to bring into the story. My characters' stories happen after the Inquisition, meaning some characters have aged, while others are younger (I tried to represent that in my portraits.) They'll exist in their own timeline separate from one another. Different variations of one of these characters dying and disappearing may happen in other storylines than their own. The current year is 9:45, 15 years after the Fifth Blight started.
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♛ WARDEN COUSLAND
♛ CHAMPION HAWKE
♛ INQUISITOR LAVELLAN TAKEN
♛ YOUR CHARACTER
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While I'll look into a few things, I'm not negotiating the entire character for you. Just keep that in mind.
While I'll look into a few things, I'm not negotiating the entire character for you. Just keep that in mind.
Well, good day to you, total and complete strangers. Welcome to my thread. As you can imagine this is themed around one and one fandom only, Mass Effect Dragon Age.I've unfortunately gotten lost AO3, and that has spurred a need like no other for a RP set in this universe. Please note, this will be entirely filled with OCs, alternate timelines, and possibly some content that isn't as romanticized as you think. Please read through all of this before hitting me up. Now onto the show~
Rules for Adventuring
There's nothing in here that is any different than the usual, but make sure that everything is copacetic. I won't be entirely inflexible with these, but I will not do what is listed under the "refuses to do" section.
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-- ♛ --
WHAT THIS RP IS ABOUT
YE OLDE BASICS
THINGS I ENJOY
THINGS I REFUSE TO DO
HOW TO CONTACT ME FOR RP
-- ♛ --
Disclaimer: If you are not interested in RPing the Dragon Age world, but would like RP something very similar, at least in character concept and dark fantasy worlds, feel free to message me as well. I figured this was the easiest way to get this RP off the ground, and I lose people during world-building (I can get intense with it.) But I'm game for possibly working that out.
Disclaimer: If you are not interested in RPing the Dragon Age world, but would like RP something very similar, at least in character concept and dark fantasy worlds, feel free to message me as well. I figured this was the easiest way to get this RP off the ground, and I lose people during world-building (I can get intense with it.) But I'm game for possibly working that out.
The Story Thus Far
Here's where the history section is. It's meant to be brief, but to touch on things that will be prevalent in this RP. Please remember this is an AU that has loose ties to the main story. This is so we can make our own story.
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I would like to tell you that heroes go on in greatness. I would like to tell you that they do not pause, that they do not slow, and they do not lose their valor, power, and comrades. I would like to tell you that. But time doesn't know exactly how to handle heroes. They peak and then they wane into obscurity. As long as they do not rear their head again in betrayal, anger or darkness, we remember the last great thing they do--we remember what they looked like in their youth and their victory. What we do not remember is what happens afterward. How the cost of a decision, that seemed so important at the time, settles on them. How they sink into the folds of a history book, only to be spoken of story or song.
♛ THE WARDEN
♛ THE CHAMPION
♛ THE INQUISITOR
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Please make note not to click on the tab if you have not played the game or finished out the DLC, as some of the plots (one in particular) deal with an end scene that I don't want to be ruined for you.
Please make note not to click on the tab if you have not played the game or finished out the DLC, as some of the plots (one in particular) deal with an end scene that I don't want to be ruined for you.
The Characters
Here is where the characters are, and a brief blurb about whatever you wish to bring into the story. My characters' stories happen after the Inquisition, meaning some characters have aged, while others are younger (I tried to represent that in my portraits.) They'll exist in their own timeline separate from one another. Different variations of one of these characters dying and disappearing may happen in other storylines than their own. The current year is 9:45, 15 years after the Fifth Blight started.
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♛ WARDEN COUSLAND
♛ CHAMPION HAWKE
♛ INQUISITOR LAVELLAN
♛ YOUR CHARACTER
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While I'll look into a few things, I'm not negotiating the entire character for you. Just keep that in mind.
While I'll look into a few things, I'm not negotiating the entire character for you. Just keep that in mind.
It wasn’t his intention to be so bold, as Benjamin was not a bold man. Yet, the laughing lady before him kept, again and again, calling him out on it. Truly he didn’t think he was this bad with courtly mannerisms. She dubbed herself Isolde. He was not so knowledgeable in old topside British Folktales as to dig deep for his name, and he found it rather soothing that hers wasn’t at all very cryptic. Though, it was very tragic.
Yet, his thought process was immediately interrupted by her proximity. Her finger tapped his mask, and he pulled his chin down and in, wreathing it in the softness of his weight, which really didn’t curve around his face except in moments like this. It was almost as if trying to escape her, but at the same time not to show he was disgusted. He very intrigued, but he was also very well aware of how she’d entered his personal space with the grace of a—well—dancer? Honestly, could his mind not think of a better comparison? He was smarter than this. When she pulled away, he straightened up, attempting to jut his chin out and draw his shoulders back. Did it look as if he was trying to seem a little less paunchy? My, my, what an effect a brief conversation, and an even briefer moment of contact, had on him. Good thing his mask hid a slight blush.
“Isolde it is then,” he said. He wanted to thank her for taking it easy on him, but she’d already pointed out how easily he showed his hand. He had to ask himself who she was. Had she also taken the name because she was not fond of reaching literature? Was she parrying his overly-simplified name with her own? Or was she a romantic? Honestly, it could be any of those or none of them. Considering it made his head hurt.
It was then her attention turned back to the cloaked figures. Right. They were terribly more entrancing than stuffy ole him. She pried for his thoughts on this one. This one was obviously—tougher. Honestly, Mr. Wines had been a terribly easy guess. A party. The type of crowd. The nature of the ambiance. This one seemed less fluid in this setting and not at all preening at the attention. Benjamin shook his head. “I haven’t the faintest. It’s obvious, though, that social graces are not their strong suit. As if I have room to talk,” he said that last little bit under his breath. “But someone not at odds with Mr. Wines. Dangerous, perhaps?” Her brow knitted. “My, what have we—I mean I, I shan’t speak for you—gotten myself into?”
He cleared his throat. “Though I haven’t seen much of the other patronage here, I did catch glimpses of a few masks. They were not… well produced. A mixed crowd, perhaps? Meaning… mixed purpose?”
@Hekazu
Yet, his thought process was immediately interrupted by her proximity. Her finger tapped his mask, and he pulled his chin down and in, wreathing it in the softness of his weight, which really didn’t curve around his face except in moments like this. It was almost as if trying to escape her, but at the same time not to show he was disgusted. He very intrigued, but he was also very well aware of how she’d entered his personal space with the grace of a—well—dancer? Honestly, could his mind not think of a better comparison? He was smarter than this. When she pulled away, he straightened up, attempting to jut his chin out and draw his shoulders back. Did it look as if he was trying to seem a little less paunchy? My, my, what an effect a brief conversation, and an even briefer moment of contact, had on him. Good thing his mask hid a slight blush.
“Isolde it is then,” he said. He wanted to thank her for taking it easy on him, but she’d already pointed out how easily he showed his hand. He had to ask himself who she was. Had she also taken the name because she was not fond of reaching literature? Was she parrying his overly-simplified name with her own? Or was she a romantic? Honestly, it could be any of those or none of them. Considering it made his head hurt.
It was then her attention turned back to the cloaked figures. Right. They were terribly more entrancing than stuffy ole him. She pried for his thoughts on this one. This one was obviously—tougher. Honestly, Mr. Wines had been a terribly easy guess. A party. The type of crowd. The nature of the ambiance. This one seemed less fluid in this setting and not at all preening at the attention. Benjamin shook his head. “I haven’t the faintest. It’s obvious, though, that social graces are not their strong suit. As if I have room to talk,” he said that last little bit under his breath. “But someone not at odds with Mr. Wines. Dangerous, perhaps?” Her brow knitted. “My, what have we—I mean I, I shan’t speak for you—gotten myself into?”
He cleared his throat. “Though I haven’t seen much of the other patronage here, I did catch glimpses of a few masks. They were not… well produced. A mixed crowd, perhaps? Meaning… mixed purpose?”
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