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Post by zero on Nov 27, 2016 19:36:31 GMT -5
yeah, not surprisingly, the title really says it all. Just looking for someone to rp with. I have a couple ideas but am open to most other things. I'm just not very fond of modern or school rps.
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 27, 2016 20:05:47 GMT -5
Hey! What did you have in mind?
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Post by zero on Nov 28, 2016 17:11:56 GMT -5
Nothing much actually. I feel like something dystopian but could also go for anything medieval or fantasy. Do you have anything you don't like/do like?
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Post by zero on Nov 28, 2016 18:32:59 GMT -5
bump
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 28, 2016 18:57:25 GMT -5
I lost you! Thanks for bumping! I'm great with anything sort of like Ancient Greece/Rome kind of thing or fantasy RP's eg. Vampires, dragons etc! Depends on what you're into!
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Post by zero on Nov 28, 2016 20:58:17 GMT -5
urg. Sorry for not replying. We could always do some ancient Greece/Rome society but with fantasy added into it.
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 29, 2016 2:19:11 GMT -5
It's alright ^.^ I actually have a god character lying around; he's been stripped of his memories and of mostly all of his powers except for shapeshifting which is his Pantheons thing, but nobody knows where or what he's from. They all just assume he's some kind of wild demigod (because he lives outside of the Athenian city) it's up to you! I think it might be interesting ^.^
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Post by zero on Nov 29, 2016 16:37:30 GMT -5
That sounds good, but do you have a plot in mind?
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Post by Bloodrose on Nov 30, 2016 11:40:28 GMT -5
(Hey sorry ^.^ the plot would maybe be your character finding him and nursing him back to health- if we're basing this in Ancient Greek times perhaps yours could be a demigod? And they begin to train to be heroes and work to gain the favour of the Greek Pantheon, whilst running into all kinds of trouble, from mortals to monsters etc)
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Post by zero on Dec 1, 2016 19:39:15 GMT -5
Sounds good. Do you want any romance?
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 1, 2016 20:41:09 GMT -5
That's up to you! What are you comfortable with?
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Post by zero on Dec 2, 2016 17:33:44 GMT -5
I'm comfortable with all pairings and such. I just don't want too much romance.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 2, 2016 20:03:17 GMT -5
I'm comfortable with all pairings and such. I just don't want too much romance. That's great with me! ^.^ are we set then?
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Post by zero on Dec 2, 2016 20:15:48 GMT -5
okay. Do you want to start with your character being hurt and all?
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 2, 2016 20:27:10 GMT -5
(Sure!!!)
Saber shuddered where he lay, feeling pain and illness in his body. He had no idea where he was... had no idea how he'd gotten here, wherever HERE was. He could barely open his eyes, and when he did he saw only black-spotted vision; tried to speak, but all that emerged was a croak and a moan of pain. Saber couldn't even pinpoint where he was injured, but his main pain was coming from his stomach, and he assumed somebody had stabbed him, and the wound had become infected. In his delerium, he began to wonder why he couldn't remember anything beyond lying here, in pain, in a state locked between consciousness and dreaming- Limbo.
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Post by zero on Dec 3, 2016 9:30:55 GMT -5
Sweat slowly trickled down Bion's olive skin. He hated the broiling mountain roads that connected the city states. They were known to be rocky, hot, and occasionally home to bandits and bears. The lean man wasn't much use against the large beasts or men with swords and armor. Certainly, not when he was feeling parched and hungry.
He griped his knife and pack until his knuckles turned white. Bion was known for delivering stuff back and forth, not much on the fighting side. His fight-or-flight instinct was leaning heavily on the flight part. Not that he hadn't thought about it. He had actually gone on - he suddenly caught the stench of rot mixed with infection. He covered his nose with his hand and winced.
Despite his better judgement, Bion followed the smell the best he could. "Dear gods," He whispered; his green eyes widened at the bloody mess of a man. He slowly approached the man. "Hello?" He called, just a few feet away. His dagger was now out, tip pointed at the strange man.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 3, 2016 9:35:20 GMT -5
He mumbled something incoherent, eyes forcing themselves open to reveal angelic blue eyes which saw nothing. His black hair was slick with sweat, fringe plastered to his brow, the rest of his long locks fanned around his head, streaked with mud and blood. He strained to see, but wasn't conscious for very much longer, passing out again.
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Post by zero on Dec 3, 2016 9:49:11 GMT -5
Bion sighed, lowing the dagger. The man was no threat. At least he wasn't in this state. He tucked the dagger back into his belt and approached the man. He crouched near the body. From the smell, he could tell the wound was festering. As he lifted the clothes of the unknown man, he refused to wrinkled his nose or gag. It doesn't look good, He thought. He reached into his pouch. "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?" He asked, aiming the question towards everyone; gods, this man, and himself. He slowly started to cleanse the wound with the various solutions he was taught. Being the son of Apollo, he had some tricks up his sleeve, but he liked to keep the whole demigod status under wraps. Demigods got way too much attention for him. After an hour or so, he had clean the wound the best he could and did the best he could to bandage it. The man sighed and started to pack up.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 3, 2016 9:56:17 GMT -5
The male coughed, opening his eyes again slowly. This time they were amber, the pupils slitted like that of a feline. He blinked, and they were back to blue. 'Who...?' He croaked, more conscious than he had been before, his breathing ragged.
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Post by zero on Dec 3, 2016 10:03:56 GMT -5
Bion froze when he snuck a last glance at the man. Now he was defiantly going crazy. That man's eyes were amber then blue. Change eye colors was a definite no-no in human behavior. He bite back a groan and comment about how he was going to die. He rather not put any ideas into the other male's head if he was some kind of god/demigod. If bion could slip away now, maybe he could escape without notice or remembrance. Bion ran a hand through his black hair when the man spoke. So much for escape. "Well...that depends who you are talking to." He said, knowing he wasn't the time to jump around the question, "but you need to not move. If you can move, you need to not." He repeated himself incase this man decided he was going to act like Mr. tough guy. All the gladiators tried and it drove Bion up the wall.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 3, 2016 10:14:43 GMT -5
(Ugh lost my reply)
'Who are you?' The male croaked, managing to look at his company's blurred image, unable to focus properly through his foggy mind. Although it was clearing it was doing so too slowly for him to be comfortable with, and he was suddenly scared that he might be staring death in the face. He finally felt the throbbing pain of his stomach. 'Don't hurt me.' He whispered.
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Post by zero on Dec 3, 2016 11:04:52 GMT -5
I hate when that happens. )
Bion blinked and nodded dumbly. He doubted he could hurt the man even if he tried. Then again, the other male was pretty weak. "My name is Bion. How about you?" he said before siting down. He pushed his bag so it was behind him and kept on hand near his dagger.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 3, 2016 11:06:20 GMT -5
I hate when that happens. ) Bion blinked and nodded dumbly. He doubted he could hurt the man even if he tried. Then again, the other male was pretty weak. "My name is Bion. How about you?" he said before siting down. He pushed his bag so it was behind him and kept on hand near his dagger. 'My name...?' He rasped, looking confused for a moment. His eyes closed, and he seemed to have passed out again, before opening them. 'Saber... my name is Saber.'
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Post by zero on Dec 3, 2016 11:38:43 GMT -5
Bion nodded. He had decided not to pray into Saber's life. He felt the man might not like that and would probably not be able to speak. Instead, he got out his lunch. It was water and bread with some cheese. Not a meal for two but it would have to do. "Are you thirsty? Hungry?" He asked.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 3, 2016 11:52:14 GMT -5
'Thirsty,' he immediately replied, desperation appearing on his expression. 'Please.'
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 3, 2016 11:52:27 GMT -5
(Sorry for short response)
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Post by zero on Dec 3, 2016 12:59:19 GMT -5
Bion handed over the water skin to the man. He wasn't sure if the man could grab and drink from it but he wasn't about to feed another man water. At least, he wasn't going to assume. He had done it before with other patients but he always felt awkward like he would pour too fast and end up drowning the man.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 3, 2016 13:05:00 GMT -5
Bion handed over the water skin to the man. He wasn't sure if the man could grab and drink from it but he wasn't about to feed another man water. At least, he wasn't going to assume. He had done it before with other patients but he always felt awkward like he would pour too fast and end up drowning the man. Rolf shakily accepted the water and carefully tipped it upwards so he could drink, closing his eyes and almost moaning with the utter relief the liquid brought for his throat. He handed it back and lay down, feeling much more awake now. His eyes opened fully and now lacked their glazed expression. 'Where am I?' He asked, looking around and seeing only wildlife.
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Post by zero on Dec 3, 2016 13:20:07 GMT -5
Bion was tempted to reply, Sitting in the woods dying, but bit back this. He wasn't willing to be sarcastic to a man whos eye color changed. "You are near a mountain path. It leads to several cities." he said. It would be hard to tell where Saber was from this way. There were far too many possibilities. He took a bite of the olive bread.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 3, 2016 13:22:22 GMT -5
Bion was tempted to reply, Sitting in the woods dying, but bit back this. He wasn't willing to be sarcastic to a man whos eye color changed. "You are near a mountain path. It leads to several cities." he said. It would be hard to tell where Saber was from this way. There were far too many possibilities. He took a bite of the olive bread. He frowned, rubbing his temples, feeling a bad headache as he tried to remember. 'I don't know how I got here.' He told the man.
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