The small boy was frozen stiff, terrified at the sight of the huge dragon. He couldn't even scream as he had with the ghouls earlier. Ruri thought he would get over it at some point--nobody could really dislike a dragon--but time was a luxury they didn't have. Ruri spun the boy to face her, thrust her arms under the child's and around his body, and pulled him close in a tight embrace. Carrying the smaller child's weight along with her own, Ruri climbed on the windowsill and latched onto the dragon's offered forearm, sandwiching her passenger between the leg and her body.
"(Thank you very much! Can you get us somewhere he will be safe?)" Ruri sang over the sounds of the fire. The child still wasn't able to do anything more than stare in fright and tense up. He tensed up even more with the change in distance to the ground. "I've got you. You'll be okay," Ruri stated, hoping to relieve the boy's fears. It would be really bad if the boy were afraid of heights, but they didn't have any other option.
TaroAndSelia
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STATUS: As Spring grows, so too does the itch to dream, to imagine, and to create. 7 yrs ago
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As Spring grows, so too does the itch to dream, to imagine, and to create.
7 yrs ago
It's Christmas time! Put up the lights, and hold up your light! #LightTheWorld
7 yrs ago
And it's impossible to edit a status. Wonderful. I meant to say my hard drive is down; I'm working out of a flash drive now.
7 yrs ago
Whoops. That's one flash drive destroyed. Kids, take good care of your toys! For those concerned, thank you! I don't have any storage, but I do have access to a browser; roleplaying continues!
7 yrs ago
Driving on my lunch break when a random kid on the sidewalk yells, "It's the internet man! Hi internet man!" Spend the rest of Monday feeling like a champ.
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*Picks up the profile*
*Looks at it oddly, as though it vaguely reminds him of something he read once*
*Blows off a mountain of dust*
Ah! That's what this is! It's my old role-player guild account!
Hello, folks, from a friend new and old. Old in that I spent many happy hours fictating way back in Old-Guild before Lost Christmas, and then I spent some time in New-Guild during its beginning development; new in that I've been gone for two years, so a lot of the "faces" I was familiar with back then don't seem to be haunting the place these days. Whether you've known me before or not, I extend to you a hearty greeting and a virtual feast. If you'd like a name shorter than the full one, please call me Taro. I'm rather comfortable with that one.
Well, you didn't come here just to hear about my history. You're probably looking to see what kind of a role-player I am. Truthfully, I'm not totally certain right now; two years without practice does bring on a multitude of changes. Then again, even in those two years I've kept the creative spark fed and fanned, in isolation though it may have been, and I can tell you this much with great certainty:
I like light-hearted laughter, soul-searching questions, and that precipice of commitment.
My favorite settings would be:
High Fantasy
Modern Fantasy
Science Fiction (new worlds, a newer Earth, even just in the immensity of space)
I consider it a given that, where boys and girls coexist in a story, Romance will blossom.
Horror I have a very weak stomach for. (I read the basic instructions for Betrayal at House on the Hill and had to consciously tell myself that night that everything was fine and I would sleep safely. I didn't even play a game; I only read the instructions!)
I stay away from graphic violence, sexual depictions of any nature, and profanities. I'm very much a PG-rated writer; I plan on sharing everything I write as bedtime stories with my kids someday.
I play a convincing dude (I'm sure you never would have guessed that), but a vast majority of my favorite characters are female. So if you have romance in mind, I'm happy to play either party. If you don't want a romance, you will probably have to tell me that plainly. Then I'll just go with what feels right for the story, subject to a few personal whims which I hope will only bolster the plot and development.
I'm very picky as far as my own ideas go. I'll try just about everything I can think of to break the idea in order to insure there are no gaping plot holes. I invite everyone else to examine my ideas in a similar light--different people, different thought processes, different problems discovered--and to offer any compliments or constructive criticisms you have. As part of that, I absolutely love pushing the boundary of an idea as far as it will stretch, or looking for that odd, "I never thought of using it like that" approach to a character's abilities.
What else would I say with this space? I really like old poetry; reading Isaiah gives me the happy trembles. I hope I've presented a fair assessment of my writing style and capabilities through this brief introduction. I love creating--creating characters and bringing them to life from the page; creating worlds filled with fascinating lore and beautiful locales; creating stories, be they narrations of ordinary men and women facing their trials or epics of fated heroes overcoming every obstacle to save Dwarf-kind.
And, in closing, I'm excited for the chance to work with you. I should be able to post daily. PM me anytime, especially if you have a question about anything I've said here or elsewhere, but even if you only want to chat. You could even ask me about my mysterious two-year absence. I'll tell you now that I was in California, but that doesn't really answer the question. I'm happy to talk anytime.
Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet!
-Taro
*Looks at it oddly, as though it vaguely reminds him of something he read once*
*Blows off a mountain of dust*
Ah! That's what this is! It's my old role-player guild account!
Hello, folks, from a friend new and old. Old in that I spent many happy hours fictating way back in Old-Guild before Lost Christmas, and then I spent some time in New-Guild during its beginning development; new in that I've been gone for two years, so a lot of the "faces" I was familiar with back then don't seem to be haunting the place these days. Whether you've known me before or not, I extend to you a hearty greeting and a virtual feast. If you'd like a name shorter than the full one, please call me Taro. I'm rather comfortable with that one.
Well, you didn't come here just to hear about my history. You're probably looking to see what kind of a role-player I am. Truthfully, I'm not totally certain right now; two years without practice does bring on a multitude of changes. Then again, even in those two years I've kept the creative spark fed and fanned, in isolation though it may have been, and I can tell you this much with great certainty:
I like light-hearted laughter, soul-searching questions, and that precipice of commitment.
My favorite settings would be:
High Fantasy
Modern Fantasy
Science Fiction (new worlds, a newer Earth, even just in the immensity of space)
I consider it a given that, where boys and girls coexist in a story, Romance will blossom.
Horror I have a very weak stomach for. (I read the basic instructions for Betrayal at House on the Hill and had to consciously tell myself that night that everything was fine and I would sleep safely. I didn't even play a game; I only read the instructions!)
I stay away from graphic violence, sexual depictions of any nature, and profanities. I'm very much a PG-rated writer; I plan on sharing everything I write as bedtime stories with my kids someday.
I play a convincing dude (I'm sure you never would have guessed that), but a vast majority of my favorite characters are female. So if you have romance in mind, I'm happy to play either party. If you don't want a romance, you will probably have to tell me that plainly. Then I'll just go with what feels right for the story, subject to a few personal whims which I hope will only bolster the plot and development.
I'm very picky as far as my own ideas go. I'll try just about everything I can think of to break the idea in order to insure there are no gaping plot holes. I invite everyone else to examine my ideas in a similar light--different people, different thought processes, different problems discovered--and to offer any compliments or constructive criticisms you have. As part of that, I absolutely love pushing the boundary of an idea as far as it will stretch, or looking for that odd, "I never thought of using it like that" approach to a character's abilities.
What else would I say with this space? I really like old poetry; reading Isaiah gives me the happy trembles. I hope I've presented a fair assessment of my writing style and capabilities through this brief introduction. I love creating--creating characters and bringing them to life from the page; creating worlds filled with fascinating lore and beautiful locales; creating stories, be they narrations of ordinary men and women facing their trials or epics of fated heroes overcoming every obstacle to save Dwarf-kind.
And, in closing, I'm excited for the chance to work with you. I should be able to post daily. PM me anytime, especially if you have a question about anything I've said here or elsewhere, but even if you only want to chat. You could even ask me about my mysterious two-year absence. I'll tell you now that I was in California, but that doesn't really answer the question. I'm happy to talk anytime.
Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet!
-Taro
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Yep.
Tyrell had shivers racing down his back as the girl strode past him, but when she turned to speak they shot clear down to the soles of his feet. It was a mercy she was leaving; Tyrell wanted no part of her. He backed away, not daring to take his eyes off of her until he or she turned a corner. As soon as he found a street to his left, he turned and dashed.
"I hate nobles," he muttered to himself as he ran. Her superior attitude, her freaky scorpion, and her even freakier, frozen eyes were all reasons for Tyrell to rejoice if he never met her again. Let some poor sucker of a suitor looking for a cute girl with gobs of gold deal with her.
He'd let the girl mess with his head. Tyrell wasn't paying any attention to where he was going, so when he emerged on a new street he had to come to a screeching halt to avoid crashing into a guy wearing the freakiest armor Tyrell had ever seen. Nearby was another guy in armor and a guy kneeling over an unconscious guy, stealing all his stuff. This was a very bad place to get into, Tyrell decided. But he'd already been seen, so it was too late to turn and run.
"Sorry for interruptin', I was just lookin' for the nearest, uh, bathroom. Don't mind me, I don't care if you rob the sap." Tyrell tried to sidle around the two suits of armor.
"I hate nobles," he muttered to himself as he ran. Her superior attitude, her freaky scorpion, and her even freakier, frozen eyes were all reasons for Tyrell to rejoice if he never met her again. Let some poor sucker of a suitor looking for a cute girl with gobs of gold deal with her.
He'd let the girl mess with his head. Tyrell wasn't paying any attention to where he was going, so when he emerged on a new street he had to come to a screeching halt to avoid crashing into a guy wearing the freakiest armor Tyrell had ever seen. Nearby was another guy in armor and a guy kneeling over an unconscious guy, stealing all his stuff. This was a very bad place to get into, Tyrell decided. But he'd already been seen, so it was too late to turn and run.
"Sorry for interruptin', I was just lookin' for the nearest, uh, bathroom. Don't mind me, I don't care if you rob the sap." Tyrell tried to sidle around the two suits of armor.
I'm lost. Can you translate this exchange into small-town slang?
It wasn't something I ever thought about before, but now I feel compelled to ask. What does a fox say?
@Vec: I refuse to accept that you are anywhere near me if you won't recognize half of what I've written.
"Remember, right behind me."
The small boy nodded at Ruri. WIth a deep breath, Ruri prayed one more time that this plan would work. The one-armed ghoul had managed to spit out the rock and was no longer sticking its head under the bed, letting its last arm do the searching. The sickening sounds of the feeding ghoul hadn't stopped yet. Now was the chance.
Ruri slid out at the foot of the bed and ran for the door. The lower ghoul looked up at the sound, quickly giving chase. Ruri beat it to the door and cornered sharply, pressing herself into the far side of the frame as the ghoul's leap sent it crashing into the floor where she had been a heartbeat earlier. She whipped back into the room and slammed the door shut on the stupid monster.
The small boy had come out from under the bed and was running to Ruri. She caught him in one arm and threw a ball of fire at the bed with the other. The dry wood and sheets went up quickly, consuming the body and ghoul atop it. Ruri managed half a smile through her panting--the plan had worked. They weren't in immediate danger.
The flames from the bed moved to the furniture, the walls, and the ceiling. The house was dry wood, all too ready to burn. Ruri's eyes opened wide in panic as she realized she may have put them in an even worse situation than before. She couldn't control flames that large, not even if she had all her energy still. With a ghoul in the hallway behind them, the only way out was the window opposite the bed.
"Come on!" Ruri yelled, pulling the boy toward the window. It was the second story, but maybe there would be something.
Indeed there was something. There was a dragon in the street. If she hadn't been afraid for her life and the life of the little child with her, Ruri would have squealed in delight. As it was, she desperately called out at the top of her lungs in a language that she sincerely hoped would get the dragon's attention.
"(Sir Dragon! Please help us escape!)" The Elven words flowed from her tongue, her fluency apparent. Ruri turned back to the small boy beside her. "Don't worry," she said reassuringly, switching back to the common tongue. "The dragon can help us." At least, Ruri hoped so. The fires were drawing closer, and Ruri didn't have the strength to keep them back.
The small boy nodded at Ruri. WIth a deep breath, Ruri prayed one more time that this plan would work. The one-armed ghoul had managed to spit out the rock and was no longer sticking its head under the bed, letting its last arm do the searching. The sickening sounds of the feeding ghoul hadn't stopped yet. Now was the chance.
Ruri slid out at the foot of the bed and ran for the door. The lower ghoul looked up at the sound, quickly giving chase. Ruri beat it to the door and cornered sharply, pressing herself into the far side of the frame as the ghoul's leap sent it crashing into the floor where she had been a heartbeat earlier. She whipped back into the room and slammed the door shut on the stupid monster.
The small boy had come out from under the bed and was running to Ruri. She caught him in one arm and threw a ball of fire at the bed with the other. The dry wood and sheets went up quickly, consuming the body and ghoul atop it. Ruri managed half a smile through her panting--the plan had worked. They weren't in immediate danger.
The flames from the bed moved to the furniture, the walls, and the ceiling. The house was dry wood, all too ready to burn. Ruri's eyes opened wide in panic as she realized she may have put them in an even worse situation than before. She couldn't control flames that large, not even if she had all her energy still. With a ghoul in the hallway behind them, the only way out was the window opposite the bed.
"Come on!" Ruri yelled, pulling the boy toward the window. It was the second story, but maybe there would be something.
Indeed there was something. There was a dragon in the street. If she hadn't been afraid for her life and the life of the little child with her, Ruri would have squealed in delight. As it was, she desperately called out at the top of her lungs in a language that she sincerely hoped would get the dragon's attention.
"(Sir Dragon! Please help us escape!)" The Elven words flowed from her tongue, her fluency apparent. Ruri turned back to the small boy beside her. "Don't worry," she said reassuringly, switching back to the common tongue. "The dragon can help us." At least, Ruri hoped so. The fires were drawing closer, and Ruri didn't have the strength to keep them back.
Forsythe said
Present but not having much to work with x(
I can fix that. Gimme about fifteen minutes.
30 minutes later. *facepalm* But I did get it done before bed!
Ampharos said Strangely enough, I imagine that Atalee of all people would be able to recognize Freya as a woman, regardless of what she was wearing since she grew up around women exclusively.
Tyrell just might like Atalee after all.
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