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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 20:38:52 GMT -5
(Hai, people ^^ )
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~∂ЄЅТΙИУ
Call me Des, or your majesty. Either suffice.
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Post by ~∂ЄЅТΙИУ on Jul 31, 2016 20:42:07 GMT -5
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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 20:43:28 GMT -5
(How are you?)
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Azula
Crown Princess of the Fire Nation
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Post by Azula on Jul 31, 2016 20:44:51 GMT -5
{~∂ЄЅТΙИУ Just rp things, the usual ^.^}
Lelia took a small step back when the aura started changing and prepared herself to run, but when he returned to what he was like a moment ago she figured whatever that was had passed. "Well, some of family is quite well known... You may have heard of my father, Casimir Henry?" Her father was quite an old wizard, and she rarely saw him because of how busy he was. He was actually an acquaintance of the wizard elder and trained with him in the past. "He's worked on a lot of famous magic publications. Mostly for witches and wizards." Lelia thought about how comical it was whenever she and her father discovered a copy of a book that he had "written". Only to discover that the signature on the page was copied by an impostor. Lelia's eyes lit up because of how amusing that thought was to her. Some of the books he had written had actually turned to dust because of their age, but others were quite well preserved. And there was a huge collection of them at her home.
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~∂ЄЅТΙИУ
Call me Des, or your majesty. Either suffice.
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Post by ~∂ЄЅТΙИУ on Jul 31, 2016 20:47:29 GMT -5
Lostwhisker good, you?) Azula nice, I've just been lurking in RP's, the usual x3)
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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 20:58:00 GMT -5
(Pretty good, thanks ^^ )
Malachi's eyes widened slightly "there must be two of them because the only Casimir Henry I know of is a young boy. Quite a clever kid, that one." He leaned closer to Leila as he studied her, "yes, you do hold some likeness to the fellow but he is far too young to have children. He pulled away and started pacing, tapping his forefinger to his chin and Erwin chittered at him from the bench, waving his hands into the air as he sat on his hindquarters. Mal waved a dismissive hand at the small mammal "yes, yes. I know! Times have certainly changed but not that time has passed." He then stopped and looked to the witch before him and his eyes seemed quite lost, "has it really been that long?" His face fell and it seemed as though his age was showing through along with a deep sadness. This man, as insane as he seemed, was lost in the tide of time since he remained young and those around him aged on. His shoulders fell forward and his head bowed, "my mind is not what it once was." His hands fidgeted with his paint stained jeans, leaving charcoal stains wherever they touched.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 20:58:30 GMT -5
Name: Lilith Brown Human Appearance: Lilith is a tall, wickedly beautiful female demon. With high cheeks bones and eyes that change color based on her mood, she is stunning and otherworldly. She has long black hair and extremely pale, almost translucent skin. Down her back are multiple tattoos of all shapes and sizes but the most prominent one sits across her shoulder blades and is a black and white wolf face. Every single tattoo has a a story and if she is in a good mood, she'll tell you about them. She also has multiple piercings in her ears, a nose piercing, and a belly button ring. Clothing (Opt.): Lilith is either dressed to the nines or in sweats and a t-shirt; there is no inbetween really. It really depends on the day. Age: She looks 25 but her real age is unknown. Gender: Female Demonic Form (wings, color, etc): Lilith looks much the same in her demon form as she does in her human form but the most obvious difference is the massive jet black wings on her back. They are not regular wings however as they resemble bat wings and have wholes all across the thick velvety material. In his from her eyes turn blood red and her nails lengthen quite a bit. While other demons have horns or grow extra limps, Lilith is a very humanoid type demon which allows her to lure other humans in. Powers (only 5, be creative): One of her main powers is simply to manipulate demonic energy. She can fly, conjure and control fire (like most demons), and finally has the power of persuasion. Weapons (only 3): Lilith's weapons go hand and hand with her powers. She wields a staff that can perform exactly three different spells (a trick she learned from a witch years and years ago): Silvet, a beam of heavenly energy; Gilager, demonic energy; Tynervi, her defense spell. She also has a spear that can manipulate the dark energy of demons and a bow for long range attacks. Crush/BF/GF/Engaged/Married: Does she have to have one yet? History (opt.): She has lived for so long, she doesn't remember much of her own history. Other: Lilith is incredibly flirty and a bit of a sadist. She loves to play 'games' with random people and most of the time those people end up dead. She has a thing for animals, mostly small dogs though. While she is a bit odd and hard to get to know, she isn't all that bad.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 20:59:37 GMT -5
Hey!! This looks like a great idea!)
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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 21:01:40 GMT -5
(Hehehhee... Lilith >:3 )
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Asexual
abeille
i’m what the kids call. exhausted
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Post by abeille on Jul 31, 2016 21:04:32 GMT -5
{ ᵒ ᵒ ᶜ } its ok ive been there and i'll probably get there as it goes on. i gotchu. she's super suspicious but its fine she'll warm up i promise
{ ʳ ᵖ } It was an understatement to say that Nyx loved the forest. Of course, that was a given for elves. It would be like a mermaid loving the water - it's who they are. Of course, the forest was always teeming with life, but lately the numbers have been going down. So, if she were to see one, two people maybe in a day, that'd be a lot. As if on cue, as Nyx was practically running in the trees, leaping from branch to branch like a monkey, she stopped short as she spotted someone.
Now, when she says "the forest was always teeming with life", she meant of people who obviously belonged there and made it their home. The person who she just saw, a girl who couldn't be more than 20 years old (though she doesn't trust that, she herself looks 22 and is over 600 years old, give or take) was there, as if she was straight from the city. Now, city dwellers usually don't come this deep into the forest. Not unless they mean to do harm to it and, in this day and age, she wouldn't doubt it.
As this thought crossed her mind, Nyx slowly pulled out her bow, holding it with her left hand. Grabbing an arrow with her right index and middle finger, she placed it neatly as she grabbed the string, pulled it back until just before her ear, and released. The arrow soared and landed right next to the girl, an obvious warning shot. Following the shot, Nyx jumped out of the tree and landed, honestly a little harsher than she had anticipated. She winced only slightly and raised her bow again. "Who are you, and why are you here?"
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ιcєу
nothing good starts in a getaway car
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Post by ιcєу on Jul 31, 2016 21:06:04 GMT -5
Gimme two minutes to make my forms. This is a fantastic idea. <3
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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 21:07:33 GMT -5
(For anyone that needs someone to RP with... Tada!)
Callie wasn't too fond of her shabby apartment but she was much more comfortable in her new home which she had built herself. She lounged on the small balcony jutting out from her modest treehouse. Her fingers absently scratched at her arm where the sunlight had touched but it was too nice of a day to have remained inside until nighttime. She shifted in her dark grey silk dress that looked like something a wealthy maiden would wear in ancient Greece. The elf leaned against the railing as her fingers twisted her hair and pinned it into a quick bun, strands falling to frame her face. She hummed softly before slipping back inside to pull on a midnight blue shawl that glittered with gems when she twirled. She hissed when a splinter pricked her foot so she sat on the small couch she had hauled into the tree to pinch it out of her skin. She grinned once the piece of wood was out but was unsatisfied with the quality of her floor. "I don't want to wear shoes in my own home. I'll just have to go out and find a rug of some sort." With a task in mind, she slipped on a pair of dark purple flats and grabbed her black lace parasol. She stepped back onto her balcony and opened a hatch which she locked once she was on the ladder attached to the trunk. She picked her way down and landed gently on the ground, opened her parasol, and left the shelter of the woods.
Pilika clutched her knees to her chest as she sat on the warm sand of the beach. Her golden eyes were following the volleyball that a group of teens around her age were using to toss over a net they had set up earlier. She didn't understand the game and had never played before but it seemed like fun, but people don't like you. Her fingers squeezed at her jeans and a low growl rumbled in the back of her throat. She definitely wasn't dressed for the beach for she still had her jacket on with the hood up but she didn't seem to mind the heat. Luckily, it didn't seem like anyone noticed her or cared to approach her since her eyes were the only things peering out. In the sunlight, they glittered like gold and had the wild look of a feral animal. Once she was satisfied and tired of being around people, she stood and brushed sand off her behind. She curled her toes in the sand one last time before snatching her shoes and leaving the ocean behind.
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Azula
Crown Princess of the Fire Nation
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Post by Azula on Jul 31, 2016 21:08:32 GMT -5
{thank you guys <3 Yeah... After three years I had the motivation to bring back another version of it and I'm so happy it's as well received as the original was. Will forever be grateful to the person who created it in the first place Replies and such coming soon. I had to restart my computer}
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 21:11:24 GMT -5
(Hehehhee... Lilith >:3 ) I was wondering if someone would notice. Give me a moment and I'll type up a reply. )
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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 21:17:08 GMT -5
(Azula: Why wouldn't it? :3 It's a great idea and you're doing a great job keeping it alive.)
(@shootforthestars: xD it's great. I actually received that nickname from a few of my college friends because I'm that quiet and patient person you do not want to ever make mad ^^" )
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Jul 31, 2016 21:17:15 GMT -5
Startled by the sudden movement, Evangeline's instinct kicked in and within just a second's time she shapeshifted into her soul shape- the boreal owl. All her bags that she had carried with her flopped down to the ground with a dull "thud", and some of the tools she had brought spilled out onto the forest floor. Tweezers, pens, and even paper. She flapped her wings nervously a few times, realizing how much of a mess she had made. How embarrassing Exasperated with herself, Evangeline concentrated once more and shifted back to her human form. I should really stop doing that, what if it were in the city, people would have seen!
"Um... Hi there! I'm just a passerby, here to uh, collect some plant samples for a logbook I'm doing." Evangeline smiled slightly as she explained, hoping to give a friendly and non-threatening impression (which of course she is). It was only then that she had a chance to look at the person standing in front of her, aiming at her with a bow and arrow. Or, actually, was she even human to begin with? Evangeline knew not a lot of humans wandered into the forest, that was part of the reason why she came, but the person in front of her... For some reason, Evangeline suspected her to be another kind of creature, a special one just like herself.
I should probably clean up this mess. She wanted to turn and pick up all her dropped baggage, but she was afraid the female would shoot at her, so she remained where she was for now.
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Azula
Crown Princess of the Fire Nation
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Post by Azula on Jul 31, 2016 21:22:11 GMT -5
(Pretty good, thanks ^^ )
Malachi's eyes widened slightly "there must be two of them because the only Casimir Henry I know of is a young boy. Quite a clever kid, that one." He leaned closer to Leila as he studied her, "yes, you do hold some likeness to the fellow but he is far too young to have children. He pulled away and started pacing, tapping his forefinger to his chin and Erwin chittered at him from the bench, waving his hands into the air as he sat on his hindquarters. Mal waved a dismissive hand at the small mammal "yes, yes. I know! Times have certainly changed but not that time has passed." He then stopped and looked to the witch before him and his eyes seemed quite lost, "has it really been that long?" His face fell and it seemed as though his age was showing through along with a deep sadness. This man, as insane as he seemed, was lost in the tide of time since he remained young and those around him aged on. His shoulders fell forward and his head bowed, "my mind is not what it once was." His hands fidgeted with his paint stained jeans, leaving charcoal stains wherever they touched. Lelia's eyes widened a little at the realization of what he meant. And she did look a lot like her father, with the freckles, and the dark hair. "Yes, it must have been a while..." She knew that most wizards, witches, etc. chose to age further once they met who they considered their soulmate, and then raised a family with them. "I always wonder whether I'll wait," Lelia said quietly. "Or if I'll just let myself age." She really didn't want to talk about that though. Thinking about immortality made her nervous because once she aged she wouldn't be able to go back. Unless she became powerful enough to generate youth. "What were you doing, before Erwin ran away to sit on my shoulder?" Lelia asked curiously, noticing the charcoal on his hands.
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Asexual
abeille
i’m what the kids call. exhausted
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Post by abeille on Jul 31, 2016 21:24:48 GMT -5
{ ᵒ ᵒ ᶜ } omg your character and i are legit the same person i love her she's so cute. cinnamon roll, protect at all costs.
{ ʳ ᵖ } She changed into an owl. That girl, right there, changed into an owl. This surprised Nyx, and she immediately altered her aim so that the bow was pointing once again at the person - er - owl. After she changed back, her grip on the bow tightened, unsure of what she'd do next. This girl was... unusual. Very unusual. Definitely not a threat, she didn't seem like the kind of person who could do harm. That said, Nyx has lived a long time, she's been wrong before.
Cautiously lowering her bow, she eyed the girl suspiciously. "Why are you collecting plant samples?" To be honest, Nyx was definitely behind the times. Like. Technologically living in the 1800s behind the times, and in the 600 years she'd never come across someone who came in, who obviously didn't belong, collecting plants. Of course, she's seen children pick flowers to give to their parents or to twine in their hair, but this was not a child.
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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 21:33:40 GMT -5
The warlock looked down at his hands as if he could see the age spots and thin skin hiding beneath the young healthy skin. "It's better to remain young forever. It scares people when someone that has youth is also wise and powerful." He muttered to himself along with a few things in Latin. He seemed to be in a trance, his eyes glazing over as his mind wandered elsewhere. Clearly, maintaining a young appearance as long as he had took it's tool on his mind that was once clear and fiercely logical. When Leila asked about his previous activities, he held out his hands like a child would, "ouh! Excellent question! Wait right there." He ran to the bench and dropped his messenger bag on the bench which caused Erwin to screech and climb the back of the bench. Mal didn't mind his bristling friend any attention as he searched his bag for his pad of paper that was almost completely filled with sketches. He ran back to the younger witch and held it out for her to see with a large smile on his face, his dimples showing once more and his hair in a disarray from moving so quickly. "I'm an artist on the side. It helps sort out all of the gibberish and pictures rattling around in my noggin." His eyes were wide and coaxed her to look through some of his work which ranged from detailed sketches of recent events that were in the news but dated days before they occurred and fully colored portraits of Erwin the lemur.
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Jul 31, 2016 21:36:26 GMT -5
[ooc] Lolll! I guess she's the kind of character that looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll XD I feel like your character is a cinnamon roll on the inside too Protect all cinnamon rolls at all cost!! :3
[rp]
"Why am I collecting pl- Oh yes of course!" Seeing that the girl had lowered her bow, Evangeline felt a bit more relaxed. "I am a collector of sorts, and I love plants. And you know, in the time we are in now, plants aren't as respected as they used to be, so I want to get to see as many of them as I can before I lose the chance to." She was surprised she said so much in front of a person that, well, just a moment ago was "trying to kill her". Well I guess, if you're nice to someone, you'll get the same treatment back, they always say.
It was true though, everything she had said. She didn't like the city at all sometimes, with all the concrete structures standing everywhere, and plantations are really hard to come by. It always made her incredibly sad to see trees being cut down just because people wanted to build another set of buildings where they once stood. She didn't know why she was always so emotional when it comes to this. That is why, when she does collect her collections of plants, she tries to go for petals or leaves that have already fallen. If she was lucky she would find a few freshly fallen ones that look flawless, but if she's not, she would quietly repeat "sorry" a million times and take as little as possible from the plant she was taking it from.
She doesn't know why she does it, but she feels like everything has a soul, and they are to be respected.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jul 31, 2016 21:41:04 GMT -5
Elliot nearly tripped and fell down a steep hill but he quickly picked his way down it. He continued sprinting his way out of the woods and felt as though he was going to cry when he saw his uncle's mansion below. I'll be safe soon. Just a little bit farther! His legs were starting to feel weak but he knew he couldn't stop until he was inside and the doors were locked. The poor mortal didn't even have the mental capacity to be angry when he saw Gracie squeezing her way under the fence through a hole she had dug years ago. Elliot caught up right as the canine made it on the other side and he began to climb the tall fence, Gracie whining as though she was telling him to hurry. He hissed as one of the spears at the top nicked his shin and sent him sprawling onto the stone patio. He coughed and winced as a wet tongue licked his cheek, coaxing him to get up. The dark haired boy scrambled to his feet and began limping towards the door set on the back porch as he called out for his uncle and the staff for help. "Uncle Sam! Sam! SAMWISE!" He gasped as he tripped up the last step but forced himself to his feet, "someone help!" But everyone inside must have been absorbed in the work for no one came to his aid. (Sorry for the poof, I was at the local carnival with a friend) Gerard was in hot pursuit of the human, leaping over the fence like it was nothing. His mouth was watering with hunger as he looked over this guy, licking his lips as his fangs grew even more, ready to rip this human's throat out and feast on the heavenly substance we like to call blood. He jumped right above the human, hanging precariously off of the slight awning. His now bloody red eyes were staring down at the human with ravenous hunger, and he smiled widely, showing his two long and very dangerous fangs. "You look tasty." Gerard said, evil lacing his sly voice, before he dropped down, landing right on the human, pinning the human's body to the ground. Gerard smiled even wider, licking his fangs. "Dinner is served." He whispered to himself, dipping below to have his face mere inches away from the human's own.
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Asexual
abeille
i’m what the kids call. exhausted
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Post by abeille on Jul 31, 2016 21:47:27 GMT -5
{ ᵒ ᵒ ᶜ } LMAO naw. your character is like 100% "beautiful cinnamon roll too good for this world, too pure" and mine is like 50% that one and 50% "stale cinnamon roll, been in this world too long, too cynical". i agree protect them all. crpp. cinnamon roll protection program.
{ ʳ ᵖ } At this, Nyx tilted her head slightly, curiously. "Really?" she asked, as if she didn't believe her. But obviously, subconsciously, she must have believed her for, without even realizing it, the elf put the arrow back in the quiver she had on her back and slid the bow over her head, sticking her right arm out of it as if it were a stylish sash. Still, obviously not believing her completely, she crossed her arms and held a suspicious gaze.
"I see." Nyx began, starting to sort of do an awkward mix between sauntering and wandering to no where in particular. "And you collect these..." her arms fell from the rigid position the were in to motion towards the underbrush of the forest, but make no mistake immediately after they returned to be crossed across her chest "...plants often? Do you have a purpose for them? I mean, do you replant them or do you just stick them somewhere to be used as a bragging point or to be studied." Nyx doesn't really understand research. At all. The only research she's seen was hundreds of years ago when it was destructive and inhumane, even for plants. She is a huge advocate for plants and trees and animals alike, she has to be. Respecting them comes with the fact that she lives in a forest.
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Azula
Crown Princess of the Fire Nation
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Post by Azula on Jul 31, 2016 21:47:30 GMT -5
The warlock looked down at his hands as if he could see the age spots and thin skin hiding beneath the young healthy skin. "It's better to remain young forever. It scares people when someone that has youth is also wise and powerful." He muttered to himself along with a few things in Latin. He seemed to be in a trance, his eyes glazing over as his mind wandered elsewhere. Clearly, maintaining a young appearance as long as he had took it's tool on his mind that was once clear and fiercely logical. When Leila asked about his previous activities, he held out his hands like a child would, "ouh! Excellent question! Wait right there." He ran to the bench and dropped his messenger bag on the bench which caused Erwin to screech and climb the back of the bench. Mal didn't mind his bristling friend any attention as he searched his bag for his pad of paper that was almost completely filled with sketches. He ran back to the younger witch and held it out for her to see with a large smile on his face, his dimples showing once more and his hair in a disarray from moving so quickly. "I'm an artist on the side. It helps sort out all of the gibberish and pictures rattling around in my noggin." His eyes were wide and coaxed her to look through some of his work which ranged from detailed sketches of recent events that were in the news but dated days before they occurred and fully colored portraits of Erwin the lemur. Lelia smiled to herself. Scaring people was on her bucket list for certain. She curiously glanced at the images he had brought over. "These are amazing," she said in awe as she looked through the illustrations. "You're wise to develop a skill aside from magic. I can only imagine how helpful that is for dealing with, well, living forever." And the more he practiced, the better he would get. And he was already better at drawing than had ever been. When she saw the portraits of Erwin she looked over at Mal and smiled. "If you're interested, I'm sure I could help get you a job doing illustrations. I know some writers that are looking for someone to illustrate their writing. All the magic students of the future would be eternally grateful. When you look a page of some of that writing, all the text starts swimming together without something to balance it out." And some things just couldn't be explained without a diagram.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 21:55:43 GMT -5
Ok, who is open to RP again? XD)
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Jul 31, 2016 22:02:48 GMT -5
[ooc] Your character seems extremely badass though XD Like super cool and all~ They should be good friends XD
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"I study them." She answered, seeing that the girl had withdrew her weapons, she started to pick up her stuff and put them back into her bag. "I mean, sure there are botanists right now that also study plants, but I'm just more doing it for my own interest. I just take pictures of the entire plant, and then take a sample of them." By then she had finished cleaning up her mess and she slung the bag over her shoulder. "Oh but don't misunderstand me, I don't hurt the plant of course, I know that they're fragile and all, I try to get the sample from the fallen leaves or petals, only rarely do I actually take a little from the actual plant. When I do though, I do feel terrible."
She wondered if she should continue talking on about how she does her research but she doubts the girl might understand or even want to hear it. She had tried to explain it to other people before but they rarely seem interested in what geeks have to say about their nerd work. Oh well, she was used to it.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jul 31, 2016 22:05:07 GMT -5
Ok, who is open to RP again? XD) (I've got Mikey, if you'd like)
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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 22:06:32 GMT -5
(It's okie ^^ )
Elliot knew his hunting knife hadn't done much before and his eyes widened when he noticed the guy's cheek was completely healed, "you're a v-vampire?" The way his tone hitched made it sound like a question but now he was aware of how much danger he was in. He brought the blade of his knife up to pierce between the fanged creature's ribs and twisted. Even if it didn't kill him, it had to at least hurt him which gave him time to heave Gerald off. The teen scrambled back to his feet and dove for the door but when he opened it, his uncle stood in the way but wasn't looking at his terrified nephew, his golden brown eyes were on the vampire. "Get inside, Elliot. I'll handle this. Gracie happily ran inside but Elliot was hesitant so the older man simply shoved him inside and locked the door. The greying man squared off with Gerald, "you're on my territory and endangering my family. That's a big no-no." He revealed a stake from behind his back and flipped it in his hand with ease.
Even though he was probably ancient, Mal blushed from the girl's compliment. "Oh, thank you so much. Some of them take much longer and are back at my house. Sometimes I even draw them on my walls and ceilings." He scratched at the stubble on his jaw and pointed out a few of his favorites with pride when she flipped through the pages but seemed to not hear her proposition until after a few seconds. He looked up from admiring his own work and blinked a few times, "hm? Oh, no. I like to work alone and I absolutely loathe being told what to do." He shook his head like a stubborn child while murmuring, "nope nope nope." He scratched at his arms and began fidgeting as his ADHD kicked into overdrive, "I guess I could give it a try as long as I get to take a pretty maiden out." He grinned as he gently took his work back, "of course, it would only be for business, missy. Don't get any ideas and try to take me home." He winked at the dark haired girl.
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