It looked like the place. Some of the local herbs were filling window planters; apparently this 'doctor' grew his own medicine. Or maybe he was just studying them--Tyrell didn't pretend to understand what doctors were thinking. Some of them were completely crazy, especially those 'all-natural remedy' herbalists, so whatever their free time involved wasn't Tyrell's care. As far as he was concerned, they were there to patch people up.
"Hup, two!" Tyrell pulled the guy sideways off the woman and lowered him to the doorstep. Straightening up again, Tyrell brushed his hands together and gave the woman a nod. "That'll work. Did you say you were busy? Joscelin's probably wonderin' where I disappeared to by now. I oughta be headin' back. She ran for the middle a' the commotion, so if you were curious you could tag along."
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
Most Recent Posts
I'm waiting on Otomos.
Bribery usually works. Home-baked goods especially.
*pulls out a bright flashlight and points it at the dark corners of the thread*
It's gotten so quiet. I can't be a lurker if everyone else is as well.
Who's waiting for what? I'm looking for Taraah's response to the treatment; meanwhile, It looks like Ryonara needs to respond to Eyeris's post for their group, and Arsenal was most recent for that trio.
Unless people have told Eyeris they're withdrawing and I just haven't heard about it?
Wow, uncanny. Good to see you. ^_^
Unless people have told Eyeris they're withdrawing and I just haven't heard about it?
Wow, uncanny. Good to see you. ^_^
"No, I'm just goin' to ditch you with a body after suggestin' we move it." Tyrell couldn't stop his eyes from making a half roll along with the sarcasm. He slid himself under the man's right side and hoisted up, then was slightly peeved that he couldn't get the man's feet off the ground even with his shoulder underneath the guy's. Leaving his lack of height aside, Tyrell didn't know what they were going to do with the body. The alley he had just come out of looked decent--there was a pile of garbage a little way in that they could dump the guy on. Then they walk out the other side and leave the guy like a tramp to sleep it off.
Was it nice? No. The guy was hit hard enough to black out; he could have brain damage for all Tyrell knew. He was covered in bruises and blood--Tyrell guessed that at least some of it came from the mugger--and there was a lump growing on his skull. The nice thing would have been to drag him to a healer or a doctor.
"Ah, narf," Tyrell muttered under his breath. He called out to a girl who was watching with wide-eyed curiosity from a second-story window. "Hey, kid! You got a doctor 'round here?"
At first the girl jumped, surprised that she'd been addressed. It took a second, but she did manage to raise her arm and point down the street. "Go two blocks, then it's the third house on your left. There's boxes of plants in the front windows."
"Thanks!" Tyrell called up. The girl nodded once, then ducked inside and closed the window. Tyrell turned back to the freaky armor--er, woman. "You heard her. Let's hurry up so I can have this guy outta my hair and offa my back."
Was it nice? No. The guy was hit hard enough to black out; he could have brain damage for all Tyrell knew. He was covered in bruises and blood--Tyrell guessed that at least some of it came from the mugger--and there was a lump growing on his skull. The nice thing would have been to drag him to a healer or a doctor.
"Ah, narf," Tyrell muttered under his breath. He called out to a girl who was watching with wide-eyed curiosity from a second-story window. "Hey, kid! You got a doctor 'round here?"
At first the girl jumped, surprised that she'd been addressed. It took a second, but she did manage to raise her arm and point down the street. "Go two blocks, then it's the third house on your left. There's boxes of plants in the front windows."
"Thanks!" Tyrell called up. The girl nodded once, then ducked inside and closed the window. Tyrell turned back to the freaky armor--er, woman. "You heard her. Let's hurry up so I can have this guy outta my hair and offa my back."
They had to stop. The boy couldn't keep running any longer, and Ruri's rush was wearing off quickly. They came to a halt and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. "What is... your... name?" Ruri asked the small boy between breaths.
"Yuto," he mumbled in reply.
"Yuto. That's a... nice name. Mine is... Ruri!" Her face lit up with a smile. Yuto managed a small smile in return.
Ruri heard a whisper. No, she felt a whisper--a soft sound that caressed her heart. Without hesitation the small girl turned about, facing what seemed to be any other direction in the forest. Pulling herself to her feet, Ruri stumbled through the brush with Yuto following behind her. With each step she took, her stride became more confident as the feeling waxed stronger. Yuto called after her, but Ruri didn't stop until the river came into view--and the dragon collapsed on its bank.
"NO!" Ruri cried upon seeing her. She dashed to the dragon's side and started looking all over its body. "You're hurt," she stated with a pained voice--not because she thought the dragon hadn't noticed, but as a declaration to the world that such a thing was wrong. Claw marks covered the creature's forelegs and blood was spreading out from underneath its chest. Tears filled Ruri's eyes just looking at the injuries the dragon had sustained on their behalf, made worse by carrying them from the village. "Just hang on! I can do something! Um," Ruri looked around desperately until her eyes fell on the river.
She plunged her hands in, gloves and all, and grasped at the bottom. Both eyebrows shot up and she yelled at Yuto over her shoulder. "Get some vines! Quickly!" Kneeling beside the dragon, Ruri spoke softly, comfortingly. "I can help the wound, even if only a little." Her hands emerged with long, thin strands of green bursting from between her clenched fingers. Ruri didn't expect the dragon to know, but the algae she held was Tankaer--Green Balm, as the humans had it. It was commonly used in minor potions and tonics for its restorative effects. Because it was raw it could not completely heal, but it would at least help the wounds mend faster. And act as a bandage, hopefully.
"Yuto," he mumbled in reply.
"Yuto. That's a... nice name. Mine is... Ruri!" Her face lit up with a smile. Yuto managed a small smile in return.
Ruri heard a whisper. No, she felt a whisper--a soft sound that caressed her heart. Without hesitation the small girl turned about, facing what seemed to be any other direction in the forest. Pulling herself to her feet, Ruri stumbled through the brush with Yuto following behind her. With each step she took, her stride became more confident as the feeling waxed stronger. Yuto called after her, but Ruri didn't stop until the river came into view--and the dragon collapsed on its bank.
"NO!" Ruri cried upon seeing her. She dashed to the dragon's side and started looking all over its body. "You're hurt," she stated with a pained voice--not because she thought the dragon hadn't noticed, but as a declaration to the world that such a thing was wrong. Claw marks covered the creature's forelegs and blood was spreading out from underneath its chest. Tears filled Ruri's eyes just looking at the injuries the dragon had sustained on their behalf, made worse by carrying them from the village. "Just hang on! I can do something! Um," Ruri looked around desperately until her eyes fell on the river.
She plunged her hands in, gloves and all, and grasped at the bottom. Both eyebrows shot up and she yelled at Yuto over her shoulder. "Get some vines! Quickly!" Kneeling beside the dragon, Ruri spoke softly, comfortingly. "I can help the wound, even if only a little." Her hands emerged with long, thin strands of green bursting from between her clenched fingers. Ruri didn't expect the dragon to know, but the algae she held was Tankaer--Green Balm, as the humans had it. It was commonly used in minor potions and tonics for its restorative effects. Because it was raw it could not completely heal, but it would at least help the wounds mend faster. And act as a bandage, hopefully.
"Earlier?" Tyrell repeated absentmindedly. He was still looking down at the guy on the ground. It took a second before his brain really registered what she had asked. "Oh, you mean the panic by the south gate? Some guy killed another guy right out in the open, so the crowd was runnin' for it. Look, can we drag this guy somewhere? Into the alley or to some bloke's house, I don't care; but I'm gettin' nervous standin' above a guy that looks dead."
As weird as it was for Tyrell to even think it, he couldn't just do nothing. Some guy was lying in the road like a speed bump, and since Tyrell was there he should do something. Joscelin would probably try to patch the guy up and ask what happened, but that's because she was stupid about cities. Whoever the heck that other guy was had a fight with this guy, and this guy lost. Tyrell couldn't say who was the bad guy--actually, Tyrell was guessing they were both the bad guy--so he wasn't going to stick his neck out for the sucker. But he couldn't do nothing, and he was very suspicious that this nagging feeling had something to do with the brief time he'd spent around the wannabe heroine.
As weird as it was for Tyrell to even think it, he couldn't just do nothing. Some guy was lying in the road like a speed bump, and since Tyrell was there he should do something. Joscelin would probably try to patch the guy up and ask what happened, but that's because she was stupid about cities. Whoever the heck that other guy was had a fight with this guy, and this guy lost. Tyrell couldn't say who was the bad guy--actually, Tyrell was guessing they were both the bad guy--so he wasn't going to stick his neck out for the sucker. But he couldn't do nothing, and he was very suspicious that this nagging feeling had something to do with the brief time he'd spent around the wannabe heroine.
I thought she was totally silent. A somewhat subtle way of saying, "Please, everyone shut up and leave me alone for a minute!"
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