“No, no, no. You simply aren’t what I’m looking for.” The man discarded yet another young woman as she stood before him on that platform and said her line. He had a very specific quota to meet- namely a girl that could fit the description of the lost ’princess’. He’d been at this task for a few days now and it was looking rather bleak. At this rate he would never get his hands on that money.
“What’s wrong with me?”
“Your eyes are the wrong color, your hair is too shabby, your voice rattles window panes.” He said, perhaps unnecessarily harsh to get rid of her quick so he could move onto the next. “I am looking for a girl with the air of a princess. THAT is not you.” He assured her with a bitter smile and got to his feet. “I’m going to get some air.” Really- he was just growing impatient. How difficult was it to find a suitable fake?
Honestly… it wasn’t like the young man was likely to even recognize his sister after all this time- even if she was RIGHT under his nose. Several years was plenty of time to forget a person. If she hadn’t come back yet she was probably dead or had no desire to return. The whole search was foolish, he only wished to use it to his advantage.
He needed to clear his head. He stepped away from the rear entrance of the warehouse and started down the crowded streets of a lively city. Digging in his pockets for a light, cigarette pinned between his teeth, when he ran headlong into someone. With a snarl of frustration he staggered back a step, the cig falling from his mouth.
He looked to the hazard that was a woman. With her creamy skin and golden hair she looked remarkably like a certain child age progressed several years. His demeanor immediately changed as he saw an opportunity. “My apologies!” He took her by the elbow to help her back to her feet. “Are you alright?”
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Finnegan heaved a pretty heavy sigh, dragging his hands at his face and sinking forward against the desk. Yet another set of falsified ‘princesses’ showed up at the manor that day. It was so frustrating and they had some serious gall to come forward when they doubtlessly KNEW they weren’t Anatasia. What compelled them to be so daft? To think they could fool him.
He KNEW his sister.
He sighed again. “You keep sighing like that and you will soon deflate like a balloon.”
“I tire of this search Malon. Why doesn’t my sister come home?”
The maid pursed her lips, knowing there was no good answer for the young man. She could only imagine the worse. “I don’t wish to step out of line Sir Finnegan-”
“Please Malon, no titles.” His voice was weary and rightfully so, he had told her this time and again.
“Yes, of course. Well you dear boy, perhaps you have not yet found your sister because she CAN’T be found.” He groaned and slumped backwards at her words instead, complaining about riddles. “You are a smart, intuitive, brilliant leader of this company but I fear that you are chasing something that merely can’t be found.”
He sat up “I will admit that none of these girls are my sister and maybe she doesn’t wish to return but I will not tolerate talk of Anatasia being dead. She is too good a person to fall to such a fate.”
The woman sealed her lips, she would not remind him that could be said about the rest of his family and now they lay cold and dead- food for maggots. He got to his feet. “Either way I’m fed up with these pompous girls, pretending to be someone they are not…” He grumbled as he left the room, leaving the maid to stand their silently. Still thinking of his parents and older sibling. Such a horrible tragedy that she HOPED hadn’t befallen his dear sweet sister.
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So we have somewhere to put those character sheets once I figure out the outline for them... or you can. You're better at that.
That aside though. I don't know why I'm not motivated to do these rps
I must have the worst timing. I try to get on the guild and it's down.
When she walked off to collect necessary supplies he rubbed his arms until he felt less numb and then stood to leave that spot. While she got water he checked the aisles labeled sport gear- faded dusty print hung on the sign overhead. Here there was various gear to consider in the quest of zombie slaying. He choose a gulf club, bouncing it lazily in his hands before swinging at an imaginary tee- pretending to watch the little white ball soar towards the ceiling as he knew humans did in the sport related to it. After a moment he picked up a wooden baseball bat as well and fancied the weight. The rules involved with its game were a little more complicated than gulf though so rather than picturing the playing field he carried it back with him, to sit once more.
Returning Cassie’s smile when she joined him once more before accepting the ravioli and then the can opener. He put it aside when she started speaking and took the baseball bat and gulf club in both hands and held them out to her. “I travel a lot.” He explained vaguely. “Which do you want? The club or the bat?”
Returning Cassie’s smile when she joined him once more before accepting the ravioli and then the can opener. He put it aside when she started speaking and took the baseball bat and gulf club in both hands and held them out to her. “I travel a lot.” He explained vaguely. “Which do you want? The club or the bat?”
And now I just have writer's block ^^;
Sorry I haven't posted, I'm just feeling a bit under the weather.
It was fortunate that she worked such magic with those fingers or he might be tempted to snap at her. Scratches first- then requests… that was the way to do it. Muscles loosening, he looked at her with a questioning coo and then ruffled himself off. He rose onto his hind legs easing his transformation back to a human and stood naked in the barn warmed only by dragon fire. It was easily toastier that the snowy day beyond its walls and he wasn’t uncomfortable in such a setting. “Uh… dragons don’t speak like humans. Though my dad and Cloudjumper are both really intelligent for our kind its more like… broken thoughts and emotions.”
Toothless thumped his tail against the ground and rattled his earflaps against his skull, bouncing them as he gave himself a through shake. He clicked- revealed his teeth and rumbled. Several dragons from the eaves chattered in response, their fear so thick it was nearly tangible. “Most of them sense the beast but don’t know what it is. Cloudjumper has a vast knowledge. He was saying that it shouldn’t be this far north. It likes warmer climates. My dad is frustrated that he’s never heard of anything so rare. He’s rare himself.” Blizzard stared at the pair. “I’m pretty sure he knows that is stupid logic but is holding to the feeling.”
Cloudjumper lowered further to the ground until his chin was resting in the hay and stared at Toothless with those intense unblinking eyes until the nightfury twitched, shifting on his feet as he turned his head away and grumbled. Blizzard didn’t translate this because it was nothing beyond a matter of pride. When the conversation eventually continued Blizzard crouched lower to the ground until his fingers were touching the earth- body tensing as the subject was further conveyed.
At that moment Toothless slunk away from the large dragon to circle around the two of them, closing them off from the others as he stretched out his wing and leaned his head towards Blizzard. The boy was silent, the air choked from his lungs. He shook it off. “they think there is no known weakness and want to try and sink it at sea. My dad is suggesting you act as if you will go back, get on the boat. When you are out a ways, either me or my dad will swoop down and rescue you then the other will blast the ship. He thinks he must speak with Hiccup first. Also wishes to express his worry for you and trust in your bravery. There is not words to explain this sort of thing to you.”
Toothless thumped his tail against the ground and rattled his earflaps against his skull, bouncing them as he gave himself a through shake. He clicked- revealed his teeth and rumbled. Several dragons from the eaves chattered in response, their fear so thick it was nearly tangible. “Most of them sense the beast but don’t know what it is. Cloudjumper has a vast knowledge. He was saying that it shouldn’t be this far north. It likes warmer climates. My dad is frustrated that he’s never heard of anything so rare. He’s rare himself.” Blizzard stared at the pair. “I’m pretty sure he knows that is stupid logic but is holding to the feeling.”
Cloudjumper lowered further to the ground until his chin was resting in the hay and stared at Toothless with those intense unblinking eyes until the nightfury twitched, shifting on his feet as he turned his head away and grumbled. Blizzard didn’t translate this because it was nothing beyond a matter of pride. When the conversation eventually continued Blizzard crouched lower to the ground until his fingers were touching the earth- body tensing as the subject was further conveyed.
At that moment Toothless slunk away from the large dragon to circle around the two of them, closing them off from the others as he stretched out his wing and leaned his head towards Blizzard. The boy was silent, the air choked from his lungs. He shook it off. “they think there is no known weakness and want to try and sink it at sea. My dad is suggesting you act as if you will go back, get on the boat. When you are out a ways, either me or my dad will swoop down and rescue you then the other will blast the ship. He thinks he must speak with Hiccup first. Also wishes to express his worry for you and trust in your bravery. There is not words to explain this sort of thing to you.”
The knowledge of this creature was that of his ancestors- while any dragon would recognize that there was something beneath the man’s skin, it would be little more than: very scary, bad, bad, bad energy, fear, much fear. Blizzard had gone further than many of the young of this land though and had experienced terrors which were not mere fantasies. This beast was as ancient as the first dragons. Draped in a profound hunger. A wise stormcutter had warned him not to cross claws with a ship of Vikings that had shot spears at him from the sea because one of the men was not what he seemed.
Speaking of stormcutters… Blizzard turned away and transformed, the blanket sliding off his smooth scales as he sped for the door before bursting out into the frosty day. Toothless barked after him before taking chase, part of which involved tossing Ava onto his own back as he raced from the house. They traveled down the hill and towards the barns- Blizzard’s tail disappeared around a bend in the opening and they followed shortly into a rumble of commotion. Many of the dragons were shrieking from their perches, bouncing and scrapping at the wood in agitation as Blizzard paced the floor. In face of this unclear argument it immediately silenced as Toothless roared. He then barked at Blizzard who gave his tail an annoyed flick.
From the eaves a large dragon descended, one pair of wings leading it down while the other remained folded at its sides. Toothless sat up straight- forgetting the rider on his back, greeting the older dragon with a nod and a rumble. Sound rumbled from Cloudjumper’s throat and Toothless responded with clicks, only interrupted by Blizzard’s bark of impatience.
Speaking of stormcutters… Blizzard turned away and transformed, the blanket sliding off his smooth scales as he sped for the door before bursting out into the frosty day. Toothless barked after him before taking chase, part of which involved tossing Ava onto his own back as he raced from the house. They traveled down the hill and towards the barns- Blizzard’s tail disappeared around a bend in the opening and they followed shortly into a rumble of commotion. Many of the dragons were shrieking from their perches, bouncing and scrapping at the wood in agitation as Blizzard paced the floor. In face of this unclear argument it immediately silenced as Toothless roared. He then barked at Blizzard who gave his tail an annoyed flick.
From the eaves a large dragon descended, one pair of wings leading it down while the other remained folded at its sides. Toothless sat up straight- forgetting the rider on his back, greeting the older dragon with a nod and a rumble. Sound rumbled from Cloudjumper’s throat and Toothless responded with clicks, only interrupted by Blizzard’s bark of impatience.
“I’m fine.” Hopefully as cold as he felt the others of his kind would feel worse in trying to follow them this far north. He remained scrunched up as he was, while she drove and finally gave into the temptation to rub warmth back into his arms as they moved off the highway and towards a small town. With a nod at her question he straightened, zipping up his jacket with trembling hands and opening the door. The cold air stung him- clinging to unseen downy feathers and chilling the skin underneath. He exhaled a white plume of breath into the frosty air, clutched the crowbar and crossed the remaining distance to the storefront. He pried off the brittle boards of old wood off the door and then lead the way inside. With a flashlight in his freehand he shined the light across the shelves and down the aisles, proceeding in.
Nothing sprung from hiding to assault them and for that he was thankful. Shakily exchanging his tennis shoes for winter boots. He picked a better jacket and added scarf and gloves to his attire- bundling in his body heat. Grabbing a large duffle bag from a different section he brought it over to Cassie to begin stuffing. “Start grabbing as many water bottles as you can. We can store them in the car.” He sat down a moment “we should eat while we are here. What do you have a taste for?”
Nothing sprung from hiding to assault them and for that he was thankful. Shakily exchanging his tennis shoes for winter boots. He picked a better jacket and added scarf and gloves to his attire- bundling in his body heat. Grabbing a large duffle bag from a different section he brought it over to Cassie to begin stuffing. “Start grabbing as many water bottles as you can. We can store them in the car.” He sat down a moment “we should eat while we are here. What do you have a taste for?”
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