Vertigo

SPIRITUM

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The princess didn't seem very happy, Silje noted, as her and the WARDEN crew climbed back into the truck to continue towards civilization. The engine gave a familiar rumble as Kalina hit the gas, presumably swerving around the largest shark bits on the road, and running over the rest. They were on their way, away from a yet another messy scene.

Finding a spot atop one of the crates, Silje started throwing expectant glances at the princess and her friends, waiting for someone to start a conversation and break the tension. No one did — not with the dejected princess, at least. Much to her dismay, Silje quickly realized it'd be up to her to cheer Collette up. Which meant she'd finally need to muster the courage to actually talk to her — about stuff other than her weird mist leakage, anyway. But what did you talk about with a princess?

Thinking too hard about it made Silje sleepy, so she ended up sliding off her perch, opening the crate in question to slip inside, closing the lid, and taking a nap instead.

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The next day, Silje was well-rested.

So much so, that she'd finally scooted over to the princess and struck up a conversation, about... well. It might've been easier to list the topics she didn't try to talk about, switching from one subject to the next so fast that by the time they reached Dunbarton, they'd covered pretty much everything from best breakfast foods to war crimes and why they were sometimes called for.

"We'll be out of your hair soon enough, princess," Gerard threatened, and Silje gasped. No! She wanted to be in her hair longer! She still wasn't a knight, or a prince, or any other cool title a princess could bestow upon you, for starters.

From the sounds of it, they were to hand over papers to the guards, which Kalina and Justice seemed to be handling just fine, so Silje whirled back around to the princess instead. She grinned. "I call this place Dumbarton," Silje stated, a little too proud, a little too loud.

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

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When the creature finally unfurled and stood up to all her considerable height, Fellwing had to resist the urge to take a step back in turn. She hadn't expected to ever see a troll in the flesh, much less during the day. Either she was lucky — or very much not.

"Runa," she repeated, surprised how easily the name slid off the tongue. "It's nice to meet you."

At the mention of a brother, Fellwing couldn't help but throw a nervous glance over her shoulder, senses suddenly peeled. Runa seemed amiable enough, but was her brother so as well? And how many others were there, all headed for the Capitol of all places? Why had she not heard of such a thing? And why—

"Me?" Fellwing pointed a claw at her chest, taken aback. "I haven't seen your kind around here, no, I'm sorry. I have been to the Capitol, though I'm not exactly known for my sense of direction. I could try, certainly..." she trailed off, shifting her weight.

She could try, but before that, she had to know whether she should. Trolls were a reclusive lot, and likely wouldn't leave their mountain to march into the dragons' midst without cause. Were they in trouble? Or...

"Runa, if you don't mind— why were you and your friends headed for the Capitol? How many of you were there?"

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

Appropriately, Ele is not eager to touch those bugs; got a (nat) 1.

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

I'm fine with either, depending on whether Digi wants to roleplay out the baker bit!

Sorry for being mia, came back from the trip on Sunday but been sick as a dog since. Will start my catch up round when I can.

Werewolf: The Apocalypse (W5)

Also down! Got the w5 book but haven't had a chance to crack it open yet; this'd be a good chance to do so.

Magic in the Park

Mann, this is the coolest thing since sliced bread, but when declaring interest initially, I didn’t realise how bad the timing was, haha. I’ll still be travelling until the end of the week, so I don’t think I can really sit down and finish a character in time.

Maybe if there’s more slots later on or if someone drops, I can try again though? Would love to be part of this eventually.

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

Garnet would definitely be a goblin troll online, starting arguments for the fun of it. She’d have memes for days too but no one else would get them, while she’d laugh herself silly.

Definitely on Reddit.

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

Sure thing, I can DM you two some more info at some point today before I board the plane.

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

Would something like this fly? Bear with me, trying something new out here with the genre and the use of IRL face claims/pics and all!

just a dude and his dog

B O R G E R S E N
B O R G E R S E N

"Sometimes, your closest family's got four legs."

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The Borgersen family hasn't been in town for long, and the reputation they've built isn't entirely positive so far. Not quite used to the culture of greeting and talking to your neighbours, the silent, reclusive Artair and his potential shewolf can come across as cold, distant and even suspicious to some of the members of the community — especially when patrolling the streets in the early hours of the morning or late at night, wordless and armed. As for where the Borgersens came from and what Alistair does for a living, there are only guesses and rumours circulating about, some less complimentary than the others. He can be seen outside on his porch at odd hours of the day though, and he never seems to leave his house long enough to go to a workplace; rather, whenever he leaves, it's most often with a thermos, a backbag and the dog in tow.

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B O R G E R S E N, A R T A I R || P A T R I A R C H B O R G E R S E N, A R T A I R || P A T R I A R C H _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A loner at heart, Artair prefers the company of his dog to most people, and isn't very often seen interacting with others in the neighborhood. That doesn't mean, however, that he dislikes people. On the contrary, it's just that he's perfectly content watching the people around him live their lives happily, separate from his own. He feels he doesn't really know how to interact with them in a way would contribute to their lives, anyway. Instead, he prefers to show that he cares through actions. That is, he and Taiga patrol around the neighbourhood quite often, keeping an eye out for zombies and opportunistic outsiders alike. Ever vigilant, yet ever quite-suspicious-looking to the local folk. If it weren't for the copious amount of smoking he does and the nightmares that sometimes keep him from getting any proper shut eye, his lifestyle could be described as pretty healthy. After all, regardless of how little he slept, he can be found on a jog with Taiga every single morning before the sun rises, without exception. ▅

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P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

Just a heads up that I'll be away for a week and a half or so soon. Feel free to skip my turn during that time and assume Ele follows the rest back to their teacher and such.