Wind Wild

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Omg @Gisk! XD

Shit Gets Real.

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

@tex Yeah I figured I'd incorporate him in my post, also cuz I needed to explain my inactivity. Glad you like it and hope it doesn't backfire in Brian's face. XD

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Ok I've recovered from most everything that was holding me down. Sorry for keeping you waiting so long, didn't mean to.

I've finally posted and hope you like it but if you don't I'll excuse myself and exit this RP gracefully.

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Onweer had been considering dashing out with Yvette and Brian, she really had. It wasn’t fear that held her back, nor some sort of rebellious spirit. It had been the man, Ebeneezer, that made her hesitate. Something about his demeanour, about the way his head jerked to the side a second before the attack, as if he’d heard something the rest of them hadn’t. Then there was that spark in his eyes – was it panic or disinterest? No matter, she didn’t deem him stable enough to be left alone. Even when half of the Junkers ran out of the ATV, she stayed behind and kept an eye on him. However the situation seemed to be quickly escalating, dragging everyone remaining in the vehicle out to help.

It all proved to be in vain when a stray bullet caught the man in the forehead, his body collapsing heavy on the ground next to her. Onweer cursed silently, casting a gaze around the battlefield. The driver of the ATV had snapped and was running around shooting blindly, the leader of the Survey group was overpowered, the vehicle’s cannon was demolished and there were bodies everywhere around her feet…. The woman bowed her head slightly and sighed, leaning her back against the cold steel. This was such a bad idea from the very start and with the first bullet released chances for negotiation had disappeared. If there even were any to begin with. Her brown eyes locked on Ebeneezer for a long moment, watching the blood pool out of his forehead and soak into the ground. Then she pushed herself off the steel frame, and over it, swiftly climbing on top of the ATV. In a quick motion that took her breath away and made her world darken for a moment, she steered a gust of wind coming in from the hill to curl around her body and then leave it, scattering in all directions. With it she left a cry out of “cease fire”. It was a long shot but hopefully the Divers would misinterpret the blast for pure power and not just an elemental spell. Hopefully they wouldn’t see that the staff in her hand was helping her stand upright, hopefully they’d consider her standing on top of the ATV a somewhat threatening move and not one of desperation. After all, she was willingly making herself the easiest target on the battlefield and nobody was that stupid.

“Enough blood was shed, on both sides!” She made sure to be well out of reach of Jensuo’s hammer and display as much of her impassive smirk as she could. “Right now our forces have evened out – you’ve demolished our strongest weapon and we’ve killed some of your comrades but don’t be fooled. We didn’t come unprepared.” Her finger rose to point at Brian. “Our friend here has a rare ability. His senses stretch far and wide underground and as we speak he has his sights trained on you.” The nastiest, toothiest bad-guy-grin stretched her bitten lips. “And you do not want to see what he can do with it. Not to mention you have no idea what I’m capable of. Do you really want to risk any more lives or are you willing to parlay?” Would they buy it or did she just seal Brian’s destiny? She really hoped he could muster a more convincing threatening expression. A long shot, a desperate move. But she was the wild card after all, and that’s what she did best.

Knighthood: Of Gods and Titans (season 2)

Coz we luv plannin yo~ ;p

Knighthood: Of Gods and Titans (season 2)

Chopin

Wind Wild

Akime, Cole, Amber, Ibuki

Day 2, Evening

Akime’s body was moving slowly in synch with the music filling the room. The tunes of the piano danced around her, gently brushing over her body or bouncing off her skin, nudging her in the right direction. It was raining outside but it wasn’t cold and the windows were open, the sound of the droplets and the flutter of the long curtains singing along to Chopin. Her legs moved lightly, almost without touching the ground, the motions so practiced that they were almost second nature.

She remembered how it felt when she was young, like she’s a leaf and the music is the breeze and her partner was an open fire, making her tremble, pushing her gently this side or another. She used to love dancing – it was one of few peaceful endeavours in her country.

Now she still had the skill but she was pretending. She was dancing purely physically but her heart wasn’t in it. And Cole could sense it and always tried to bring that long buried desire out of her.

Of course, she knew how to dance, she’d known and practiced it over a thousand years… but this occasion was special and she was striving for perfection. Her partner was Cole, the motions of his body just as exact as hers. He hadn’t practiced for a thousand years, he’d only been a human for three, but he was easily on parity with her. And if anything, he was the one correcting her.

When he led then to a slow stop the look on her face was of surprise and of slight frustration. She knew the look of his would be sadness and slight accusation.
“What?” Akime asked, her voice sounding out sharp against the music. “It was good this time.”
Cole shook his head and smiled, making her shoulders relax slightly. He wouldn’t be smiling if it was that bad.
“You’ve always been good.” He spoke. His voice was quiet, reassuring. “But you lack something. You’re not putting the emotion into it. You have to dance as if you really want your heart and soul to become one with your partner’s.”

Akime sighed lightly. She’d lost the joy of dancing ages ago, perhaps along with the hope of finding love. Now all the pleasure she felt from doing it was purely technical. “How come you’re so good?” She asked.
“It comes natural to me.”
“But you’re a griffin.” She smiled at the ridiculousness of it all. “Do griffins dance?”
“We do something similar. But it doesn’t matter what I am, every body has instincts, all you have to do is listen to them. Your body knows how it needs to move, just let it.”

Akime sighed and took his hand again.

It had always amazed her how easily Cole had adjusted to his human visage. It had taken him only a couple of days to learn to walk and within the week he’d joined the waltz practices. Within the year he was as good as she was. It was amazing. It’s as if music was a part of him and he was a part of it, and he could be a part of anything he decided. Long, long ago she remembered feeling the same way, as if your body is just a shell that melts away to free your spirit and let it soar. It was a magical feeling that she regretted having lost but there was the consolation that Ibuki had always been worse than her.

While Cole was helping Akime polish her technique, Amber was struggling to teach Ibuki. Like Cole she was very in-tune with her body and was desperately trying to convey her skills to him. They weren’t near as graceful as Cole and Akime but Ibuki was really trying and Amber made it look fun. Akime enjoyed watching them out of the corner of her eye while they were twirling and spinning around the room, the occasional grumble or scold rising over the music.

Nevertheless, they were all trying hard to prepare as best they can for the upcoming event. Even Amber agreed to attend, though nobody was sure if she’d finally forgiven Shard or just going because she really loved and respected Raven. Akime hoped it was a bit of both.

She also hoped Lazarus wouldn’t think she was being weird when she sent five suits for him to choose from for the wedding. She hadn’t seen him much for the past week, both of them tending to their own business, but the brief encounter she had had left her with the distinct impression that he would appreciate some help adapting to this new world. And she had experience with that, with Amber and many others who had been imprisoned or dead for some time. She’d help them understand all they had missed and nurse them back to health… but… it was only after she’d sent the suits that she realised Lazarus was neither dead nor crippled, that he was perfectly alive and free to do whatever he wanted… And that her action might have seemed incredibly patronising.

Her face was red for ages that evening. Her friends actually thought she had a fever. But despite everyone’s insistent questions, she’d refused to speak about it. Eventually a triumphant smirk on Ibuki’s face told her he’d found out and she punched him for it. He’d laughed his heart out that evening.

Akime closed her eyes and took a shaky breath before sighing it out. Some mistakes couldn’t be undone.

“You sigh like an old lady.” Ibuki teased. And Akime wanted to punch him again.

Knighthood: Of Gods and Titans (season 2)

I'm okay with a time-skip as I can always flashback my characters' actions. Still, in order to make things less confusing I'm going to post a placeholder to wrap up Calder and Ludelle's interaction and I'll fill it ASAP. Don't wait for me and just post. 

Knighthood: Of Gods and Titans (season 2)

I'm baack!

Just be nice to me please, I haven't written in ages and I'm still sick. u.u,,

Knighthood: Of Gods and Titans (season 2)

Mendings and Mornings

Wind Wild

Calder Dylan, Ludelle Glowren

Day 1, Morning

Ludelle leaned back in the leather chair, staring at the computer screen a moment longer before getting up. She yawned and stretched her aching muscles slowly, feeling each one strain and expand with what seemed like a faint cracking. She took her time to get all muscle groups back to a proper upright position. The calves, thighs, butt… then the arms, wrists, fingers, shoulders, neck…. Hacking was exciting for the mind but taxing for the body and nobody knew that better than her.

She felt like she’d spent the whole past week sat in that chair and that wasn’t far from the truth. Ever since her first shower, she’d been like possessed by the need to break into the Stygian database and see what they had on her, why they’d betrayed her and if they’d tracked her down already. At first she was scared. Fear was a strong drive and the fact that Adela was here with her, and the fact that Sirius was around and the fact that a huge lizard was keeping a very close eye on her while others tried to deceive her into trusting them kept her constantly on edge. But then that fear evaporated. It wasn’t slow, it was sudden. Just like that it vanished. Or maybe it was burnt down. For as soon as her hands landed on a computer again she was complete again and her fear turned to fuel for her anger. And that burnt very, very brightly. Her distrust was also quickly melting away, largely thanks to the troll who introduced himself as “Calder”. He’d helped her get a little revenge on the man who’d tortured her most at Southgate and that revenge had tasted good. She had a feeling she wasn’t going to forget it anytime soon.

But there was always another night. As this one had drawn to an end, so had her alarm clock reminded her it’s time to get up. Not from sleeping – she hadn’t done that in a while and was sure people could tell – but from the net. It was time to attend to more local matters. Like this event that was coming up – what was it again? Her aching but once again mobile hand reached out to take the white card near the keyboard. A wedding, her eyes informed. Hm. She’d never been to a wedding before. It was beyond her why she was even invited considering she had no clue who was getting married and to whom.

She threw the card back to the desk when someone knocked at the door and invited them in. There was no need to get dressed – she’d never undressed in the first place. Same loose shirt as yesterday, same shorts and flats. Nothing dashing but with her figure anything looked oddly attractive.

The visitor turned out to be Calder. No surprise as there were few who’d gotten to talk to her in the past week and only one who was allowed in her room. As per usual he was bringing her breakfast - possibly the only reason she had survived this long.

“Just as well as any other night.” She smiled one of her rare smiles, running a hand through her hair as if she was smoothing it out. The monitor was off so the only clue would be in the dark circles under her eyes. The light emitted by her electrically charged body made them stand out even more but that didn’t seem to concern her. “Thank you for breakfast. I promise that I’ll start going out of my room this week.” She pinched a small croissant and popped it in her mouth, pacing around the coffee table to work off the stiffness from the night. “You’ve been very helpful in the past week and I’m grateful for that. I have one last request for you.. Could you please tell me what you do when you get a wedding invitation? The net says a lot of conflicting things and I have no idea which site to trust.”

Knighthood: Of Gods and Titans (season 2)

@Jangel13 Boss got confused, he didn't mean you so forgive him please. :)

Also yes, as mentioned before the Tower has a variety of services on sight including a tailor. Alternatively you can have Shiba go to Angel's landing for an attire. Of course, you can skip all that and write about anything else - we don't have the "event(GM)-reaction(player)" format very often and mostly regard this as a sandbox style with certain scheduled events. So be creative and nobody will mind whatever you come up with, even if you want to behead something before the ceremony. ^ ^