StarfrostedFox

No Longer the Lost, No Longer the Same

Finally! I got into a good groove, so hopefully you like The reply.

I'm glad to hear I'm not the only one that has a problem with saying no. It is especially difficult when someone contacts you with an idea and sounds so honestly excited about it . Ah well.

I am glad to hear that things are progressing well! I remember how stressful it was, so hopefully after a few more pieces fall into place, things will start to become easier and less of a worry. :)
My sister is rather slow at healing too. That has got to be frustrating. I usually have some sort of bruise or ache that I am dealing with, so I guess I can understand in someway. I do hope that you feel better very soon.

No Longer the Lost, No Longer the Same

Happy for the moment to simply be listening to the talk around the table, not feeling obligated to join in the conversation at the present, Abigail enjoyed the gentle rhythm of pulling the brush through Emily's wet hair, for once not feeling the habitual need to bite at her lower lip with worry as the conversation turned to her friend's gloves. She knew that Emily was adept at deflecting too many questions about the odd accessories, having successfully done the same thing with Abigail when she had first asked, so she wasn't really following all that closely to any explanation, fatigue beginning to fog her thoughts. How long had it been since she slept?

"... Do they always ask stupid questions?" The tail end of the question directed at her brought her fuzzy brain back to the present with a couple of blinks. Abigail quickly focused on Emily, who had asked the question, and adopted a sheepish expression. She didn't like saying anything negative about anyone, even near strangers, so she ended up giving a helpless little shrug of her shoulders in response instead. But it didn't seem to matter that she hadn't given an adequate response, the conversation quickly turning towards the twin's joke shop once again. She had just considered slipping back into a quiet oblivion when Emily spoke to her once again, suggesting that she might like to go and take a bath herself and Abigail's expression brightened considerably of the idea.

"A bath! That sounds... wonderful, honestly. I think I'll do that." Smiling brightly, Abigail quickly returned Emily's brush to her before getting up from the table and collecting her knapsack which she had abandoned by the table, waving quickly to the room at large before hurrying excitedly into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. Waving her wand enthusiastically, she filled the tub with hot water before stripping out of her dirty clothing, sending it into the sink to wash itself. Groaning audibly with pleasure as she sank into the steaming water, she took a moment to simply enjoy the way the temperature eased the aches and pains from her body, the already perceptible feeling of the dirt being washed away, before retrieving soap and shampoo and setting about to remove every inch of dirt from her skin and hair with an acute sense of joy.

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Now that Fred drew attention to them, Charlie found it odd that Emily was wearing gloves, especially after having a bath and finding a place to be able to rest. He supposed it was just one of her own personal fashion statements, one that she was not comfortable discussing with others, if he were to understand the look she gave his brother. But the scars were another possible reason why she might want to hide her hands, there were a few scars that he had himself that he was glad were out of sight.

"Yep." He confirmed when she looked at him questioningly after learning he studied dragons. "For several years now. That's part of the reason why my arms look like pieces of them have been set on fire. Because they have been." He chuckled at the idea.

By the sound of it, Emily didn't object to his working with dragons, the way his family did. Instead, it sounded as if she were slightly envious of his job. The way she talked about dragons, the beauty of them and the power that they held, he instantly knew exactly how she felt. She felt the same way he himself did about his occupation. The realize Asian made him smile broadly. Surreptitiously, he studied the witch with a new respect coloring his gaze, though he did his best to hide it behind another bite of his sandwich.

As soon as Abigail left the room, her excitement about the idea of a bath obvious on her face, Charlie listen with interest as Emily was then asked about what she had done before she had gone on the run. It had to be something exciting, he imagined, summarizing this from the way she had handled herself with The snatchers and her fiery personality. He wasn't surprised to learn that she had worked with magical creatures herself, though the idea of her working in an occupation so mundane as the ministry did give him pause. He couldn't quite picture her working quietly behind a desk, The image didn't suit her.

"You're barmey, woman!" Fred said and Charlie new almost instantly that it had been the wrong thing to say. The atmosphere perceptibly cooled, emily's face going hard a moment before she cast a muffling spell on the room. He stiffened at her words, the threat in her words as well as the look she leveled at his brother. He couldn't seem to find his voice in the drastically different situation, and neither could the twins, if their silence was anything to go by. He stared, slightly dumbfounded, as Emily finished her sandwich and rose from the table without another word, going over to the bathroom and knocking on the door to deliver a message to Abigail. The muffled response came back and the blonde haired which disappeared into the bedroom, resolutely shutting the door behind her and leaving the three redheaded men in an awkward silence.

Then Charlie chuckled darkly, glancing over at Fred. "This is just a hunch, but I don't think you should call her crazy again."

After a few uneventful minutes, Abigail reappeared, looking drastically different by the absent dirt and dust, dressed in a pair of pink pajama bottoms and a white T-shirt, and she smiled at the trio, blissfully unaware of the antagonistic atmosphere that she had just missed. "Thank you, you know, for saving me and my sister." She said warmly, blushing slightly before wishing them good night and disappearing into the bedroom as well.

Animal Crossing: Blossoming Horizon (ace-of-jacks & AutumnFrost)

"Most certainly!" Isabelle agreed enthusiastically, encouraged by the considerably more relaxed nature of the smile Oliver was giving her. Almost wiggling with her excitement but just managing to keep it in check, she immediately indicated a large message board just to the left of the entrance to the train station where a few pieces of paper were pinned carefully into place on its surface. "This is the town message board. Anything that is important to the town, such as notable events, festivals, and any announcements are posted here. Anyone can post a message at any time, so it's a good idea to check it regularly." Getting into her stride now, she promptly turned away from the train station, heading towards the upper left portion of the little town with the distinctive jingling of her bells keeping pace.

Just passed the train station if you paces was a small building with a pale blue roof and a brightly colored pink door. There was a neatly made wooden sign Outfront, just to the right of the door, with a message about the store paying a premium price for a specific list of items that day. "This is Retail, or recycling." Isabelle indicated cheerfully, pausing just outside the building to smile over at the new Mayor. "It's run by this really cute couple, you'll like them. They refurbish old furniture and sell it to the people in the town. They also allow villagers to come in and put up their own furniture for sale. It's a good way to get rid of something you don't want that someone else might think is the best thing in the world!" She momentarily adopted a dreamy expression on her face, as if remembering just such a purchase that she herself had made and didn't seem to realize that she had temporarily zoned out, a smile on her lips, seeming to forget that she was right in the middle of giving a tour.

When We Have Two Faces (Isabella555 x AutumnFrost)

No, this is a good idea! I don't mind chatting here. :)

I agree with them not knowing each other's real names. I am going to have to come up with a username, I have a couple of ideas, but it would make more sense then if they knew each other's real names. Did you have a username you were going to use?

Also, I have a few questions more. I've been struggling to try and come up with a reason why my character would bully your character. He wouldn't just decide to be a jerk out of the blue and I don't want to make him inherently a nasty person to everyone, so I've been trying to find another angle to go off of. So I was wondering, what is it about them chatting online that makes them like each other so much? What is something he would know about her only online that makes him like her? What would be something she would do it school differently that she doesn't talk about online?

When We Have Two Faces (Isabella555 x AutumnFrost)

Squinting anxiously at the illuminated face of his alarm clock resting atop the nightstand near the queen sized bed still rumpled from sleep, Zachary Williams quickly assessed that he had at least a couple of minutes before he needed to head out for his first day of school and consequently wiggled the mouse of his desktop Computer, breaking up the screen saver that had been bouncing bubbles around his screen. Clicking closed the music player that had been blasting forth the latest hits, he hurriedly pulled open the icon for his instant messenger, typing in his password and logging in with a click of the enter key. Almost instantaneously, a list of his friends and contacts replaced the login screen and he instinctively scanned over the usernames for the one he wanted, grinning in a way that made a dimple pop into his left cheek when he saw that she was online. Double clicking the familiar name and causing a message screen to pop open, Zack eagerly typed out a message and sent it off, a little chime sounding as his message was confirmed in the upper screen.

Hey! Glad to see you're on! How are you?

As he waited, Zack bounced his right foot, trying not to look impatient. Absently, he brushed some of the slightly curly sandy hair, too long for his Mom's liking, off of his forehead, out of his faded denim colored eyes, and pulled out his iPod and popped in one of the earbuds. Quickly scrolling through the list of music until he found his favorite playlist and tapped shuffle, guitars and drums almost instantly springing into life. Relaxing back into the computer chair, he listened to the crashing beats, Keeping an eye on the clock as he did so, and waited for his messages to respond.

The Sickness (Irell-starling x AutumnFrost)

Wow... I am sorry about not responding for a bit. I have been swamped with a lot of work and I have been so busy lately. I have a lot of replies to do as well, but I promise my post is coming soon.

I love listening to audiobooks! It makes me happy to find another avid listener! What sorts of books do you enjoy listening to?

No Longer the Lost, No Longer the Same

Wow... I am sorry about not responding for a bit. I have been swamped with a lot of work and I have been so busy lately. I have a lot of replies to do as well, but I promise my post is coming soon. I know you have told me not to worry in the past, but I still want to apologize. We were just starting to talk more outside the role-play as well. Have you ever started up so many role-plays that you start to regret the number under your belt? I think I am at that point. I'm really excited about all the stories, I really like all of my partners, but there are some stories I just recently took on in the last couple of days that I wish I had said no to. I have a problem with saying no.

Ah well. I suppose I'm just whining a little. I should stop that.

How are you feeling? Are your injuries healing?

I'm glad everything is going so well with your wedding plans! It sounds so exciting!

Animal Crossing: Blossoming Horizon (ace-of-jacks & AutumnFrost)

Until the moment when the young man admitted that he had been caught, the dog couldn't quite shake the feeling of uncertainty she had. Something in the pit of her stomach was telling her that things weren't going to work out, this stranger was going to take one look at the rundown state of their little town and give up on it, get back on the train and speed away. But then he smiled, taking a step in her direction and offering his hand, and she felt as if she could breathe again. Placing a paw into the offered and strangely furless hand, her other paw going to the other side and clasping his hand between her pads, she beamed with relief and joy, shaking his hand enthusiastically. "Of course!" She trilled excitedly. "I would love to show you around our town! We can stop by Town Hall too and I can help you with your residency application. I'm Isabelle, i'm your secretary! It is truly a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mayor Oliver."

Reaching into one of the pockets on her neat little jacket, Isabelle pulled out a folded square of parchment and offered it to Oliver, opening it as she did so. "I have a map here for you. I thought it might help you get used to where everything is in town." She blinked hopefully for a moment before coming back to herself and pointing at The small building printed on the map next to the unmistakable crisscrossing lines that were the railroad tracks. "We are here at the train station. Over to the left and down a bit is Town Hall, we can head there later. If you come with me, I'll show you where it is and some of the other places here in town."

Glancing around at the others, most of which had drifted a few feet away and had procured a few different tools, most notably of which were a slightly rusty looking watering can and a bug net, Isabelle suddenly brightened with an idea. "I can also introduce you to the residents who live here if you would like. What would you prefer to do first?" She asked curiously, turning her big brown eyes back to Oliver.

The Sickness (Irell-starling x AutumnFrost)

Oh! ... I absolutely love your post! I cannot even begin to describe how excited I was to see that you had posted and thoroughly enjoyed listening to it. It was so beautifully written! Your writing style is So wonderful! I am even more happy that you wanted to do a story together. Thank you!

The (Mis)Adventures of the Ebon Hawks

For what felt like the hundredth time, Geoffery felt his jaw crack with the strain of yet another yawn as he forced his reluctant body into the motions of preparing for a siege, strapping into place first a leather jerkin over his cotton tunic before sliding a coat of chainmail over this. He had just picked up his sword belt to circle it around his waist when the flap of his tent was pushed open and a young woman stepped inside, drawing his attention.

She was short, well over a head and a half below Geoffery, and slender with porcelain like skin that gave her a fragile breakable appearance. She had a cluster of freckles across the bridge of her nose, cheeks, arms, and though it was hidden behind her leather armor, her shoulders, and legs were also sprinkled with the spots. Her hair was long, straight, and a fiery orange in color, pulled up in a ponytail, with bangs framing her angular face. Her eyes, a sky blue in color that darkened slightly the closer in towards her pupils The color went, were currently curious as they looked him over, brightening almost an instant later with amusement.

"Still not ready yet old man? Too early for you? I thought all you farmer types were always going on about waking up before the morning sun." She lilted playfully, arching a brow.

Geoffery snorted at this, buckling his belt into place and adjusting it so that his sword fell to his hip just right before sitting down on the edge of his cot to tug on his boots. "We can't all be as young and chipper as you, Vanessa." He retorted in a deep, husky voice. "And when I talked about beating the sun, it was in reference to rising before it. We still went to bed with the sun like any sane person." He chuckled, getting to his feet and following the young woman out into the evening light of the camp.

Vanessa gave her eyes a very obvious roll, but quickly hooked One of her arms through Geoffery's, giving the older man a playful bump with her shoulder as she did so. "Sure, sure, Papa." She sighed dramatically, though the effect was diminished by the fact that she giggled a moment later. "I'm glad you became a mercenary before I realized you were a farmer. I can't begin to imagine trying to live as a farmer's daughter."

Briefly running one of his big hands across his thinning dark brown hair, so unlike The fiery color of the woman next to him, and the stubble that had begun to form on his cheeks, Geoffery had to agree with his daughter on that one, releasing a short boom of laughter. "No, I can't quite picture you taking care of cows and chickens and learning how to cook in the kitchen."

Vanessa wrinkled her nose at the very idea, promptly steering them in the direction of the campfire and picking up a few sweet rolls to munch on so that she didn't have to linger too long on such unpleasant ideas.

Together, the two threaded their way through the camp, heading in the direction of the Captain's tent, getting there just in time to see one of The lieutenant's ducking inside and they quickly followed the aged goblin through the flap, ranging themselves around the table and listening to the last handful of instructions before the siege on the keep began in earnest. Vanessa's eyes glinted with excitement at the opportunity to prove herself, having been promoted not long before their current job, her hand resting on the pommel of her sword as if about to pull it free right then and there.

As the group hesitated, somberly receiving their Captain's warning about not harming those who did not resist, Geoffery nodded solemnly, , A hard blazing look in his dark blue eyes. "We'll not let you down Captain." He vowed, A murmur of agreement running through the other officers around him. As one, they filed from the tent, words of luck and fair fighting passing from one to another, before each moved off in the direction of their troops, adrenaline already beginning to flow into bodies at the almost electric feel to the air. It was now or never. They would either win a great victory, or die trying.