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Post by Stormsong~ on Dec 29, 2016 20:59:07 GMT -5
It is also 9 at my house in 2 minutes. I'm usually up pretty late, but I have work and school-except I'm on break right now-. What time is best for you to rp. I'm not leaving anytime soon, but I just wanted to check.
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Post by Myst on Dec 29, 2016 21:02:41 GMT -5
Oo, light would work well with her too! I have so many scenes in my head tbh. Whatever ability you think does best with her dynamic and I can totally write out an iris-scene. And I feel that - I only use my phone when I lack laptop access. Ah, we're in the same time zone! I usually stay up pretty late as well, although I have to watch my brother tomorrow, but I'm usually on my phone or laptop at any given time of the day, so whenever is good for me.
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Post by Stormsong~ on Dec 29, 2016 21:04:50 GMT -5
That's so cool! I have work from 1-5 tomorrow, and I'm having my birthday party after that, so I won't be able to rp after that. I'm usually up early in the morning though, so anytime before 12:30 works for me.
I think that light will work best for her.
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Post by Myst on Dec 29, 2016 21:07:16 GMT -5
Alright, I'll definitely be up tomorrow morning cause of when I get my brother, so we can totally do it then.
Yes, I'm excited for her scene. Before I type it up, do you have a preferred eye color?
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Post by Stormsong~ on Dec 29, 2016 21:13:10 GMT -5
Yay. I'd like yellow or purple please . I'm sorry, I'm just a super time oriented person because of how busy my schedule is usually... Ugg ^-^' . If I don't plan my anxiety creeps up on me. Sorry ^-^'
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Post by Myst on Dec 29, 2016 21:14:10 GMT -5
Got it! I can totally work with those colors. And it's totally fine, I get it. Anxiety isn't fun and honestly anything to keep it at bay is a great thing
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Post by Stormsong~ on Dec 29, 2016 21:18:41 GMT -5
Amen to that. I've been dealing with it my whole life, but since the start of 2016 things have happened that almost made it unbearable. I've gotten a lot better since then , but my timing anxiety still hasn't gone away and likely never will because president of way too much stuff and if I'm not on time things burn in a pile of insanity. sorry ^-^' thats probably way more than you wanted to know. (and also for apologizing, thank you and sorry are my favorite English words, so if it gets annoying let me know) Anyway is there anything that I can work on for you while you write the scene?
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Post by Myst on Dec 29, 2016 21:28:43 GMT -5
Ahh 2016 is bound to be the year that nobody wants to talk about because it was terrible for everyone involved. And yeah, I feel that to a slightly lesser extent. Being late is gross, and that's probably the most logical way for me to describe it. And don't worry about it, I also apologize a lot, and it's totally fine. It won't get annoying ^^
Hm. I think we're pretty set and I'm making decent headway on the scene, then all that's left is to put together the concepts I have for my dear fae who currently lacks a name.
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Post by Stormsong~ on Dec 29, 2016 21:32:02 GMT -5
Ahh.. I see you also struggle with the name thing. Mine usually takes longer, but I had a preset character this time that I was going to use for another rp, but it got rejected. What type of name are you looking for? Regal? Ancient? Modern?
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Post by Myst on Dec 29, 2016 21:34:45 GMT -5
Within her eyes is displayed one of the most beautiful scenes any mere human could only hope to see twice in a lifetime. Michiko's are a beautiful gradient that early risers have the privilege of viewing. With the most prominent color of her eyes being a pale yellow, the further you get from her pupils, the more a subtle gradient takes over, ending in a light golden-touch lavender. Occasionally there are passing pale marks traveling through her detailed orbs slowly, turning whatever part they inhabit a tad lighter in color - just barely, but they do. Closer to her pupils are small ticks of black. If one looks close enough, they'd appear to be moving. To any human, it'd be a wonderful spectacle. However, to a fae, one would know her irises hold a sunrise to be praised and marveled at with faint wisps of clouds and small silhouettes of birds making their travels.
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Post by Stormsong~ on Dec 29, 2016 21:36:10 GMT -5
That is so beautiful. You are really talented I love your style!
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Post by Myst on Dec 29, 2016 21:36:20 GMT -5
Boom, scene! You can edit that as you see fit, but I just had that wonderful idea when you said light c:
As for names, I tend to go for anything unique sounding. Like, if you met somebody with that name, you'd just kind of marvel about it for a bit. I lean a bit towards ancient because they just sound so nice.
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Post by Myst on Dec 29, 2016 21:36:51 GMT -5
Ah, thank you! I've always been taken with nature scenes so I tend to do well with them ☺️
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Post by Stormsong~ on Dec 29, 2016 21:38:42 GMT -5
welcome and as for a name what about Orion or Mehki?
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Post by Myst on Dec 29, 2016 21:40:20 GMT -5
Ohh those are great! I think I'm going to go with Orion. Thank you!!
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Post by Stormsong~ on Dec 29, 2016 21:42:51 GMT -5
Welcome I can't wait to start rping just let me know when you are ready to start.
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Post by Myst on Dec 29, 2016 21:46:38 GMT -5
I'm pretty set! I have his concept in my head so I just have to type it out, so we can totally start now
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Post by Stormsong~ on Dec 29, 2016 21:48:05 GMT -5
Yay! alright let me type something up
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Post by Myst on Dec 29, 2016 21:50:15 GMT -5
Alright~
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Post by Stormsong~ on Dec 29, 2016 22:01:47 GMT -5
Michiko closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as she blocked out the scene around her. She ignored the noises of footsteps outside the practice room, she ignored the fast beating of her heart at singing in a place where someone could possibly hear her through sound proof walls, she blocked out beautifully crafted piano looming next to her, and most of all, she blocked out the thoughts of her grandmother that threatened to create tears in her already baggy eyes. She took a deeply breath, and then she let her fingers settle into the familiar pattern of the G chord as she began to sing the prayer she had written the other day. Today had been a particularly stressful day of home work and lectures, and she needed her music hour to unwind or she would relapse into drinking her hot chocolate until her stomach hurt again. And that was not an option. Not Again. Not when she had a night class tonight. Michiko shook all those thoughts away and began strumming and singing her song. She then flowed into the next piece and the next until she lost track of which chords she had played and which she hadn't. She just sat there in her world of music away from all the rest of humanity. Peace...peace...bing bing bing. Until that blasted watch told her it had been an hour and that she had a psychology report to write before the next morning. Sighing, she sat her guitar against the wall and pulled out her laptop before resigning herself to another few hours of misery in the practice room writing a paper about the stages of sleep. She knew all too much about sleep- or rather her lack of it. It seemed to be a torturous tease to have to write a report on what she lacked so much of. Michiko sighed and reached into her bag, pulling out her thermas. She lifted the purple tumbler to her mouth and took what would be the first of many sips of hot chocolate that afternoon as she began her labor.
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Post by Myst on Dec 29, 2016 22:07:37 GMT -5
Ah, before I start my response, I nearly forgot. I'm highly particular about my wording and change my sentence structures a lot so my responses end up taking longer than I want them to. So If we're in the middle of a scene or something and it's been like 30 years since I've replied, I can almost guarantee I'm working on a reply. I apologize in advance for this
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Post by Stormsong~ on Dec 29, 2016 22:09:27 GMT -5
That's fine I appreciate the effort.
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Post by Myst on Dec 29, 2016 22:20:44 GMT -5
Orion took his time walking across the campus, hood up and hands in his pockets. He hadn't actually started any of the assignments that were due within the next week. He wasn't worried about his music minor - all he had to do was compose something. He'd never been troubled in the department. However, graphic design was something different. Sure, after throwing himself into the human realm, it seemed like an interesting thing to take up. And he was right, however, the subject proved difficult. It was a decent workload alongside his many other classes and sometimes it was downright stressful. This was one of those times.
Huffing, he took a glance around him before he let the door to the music building swing open before him. With nobody around, it didn't matter if anybody saw the door open without him lifting a finger. It didn't matter if people saw him use his abilities. They weren't here to question it, so he'd do as he pleased, even if it was just manipulating the tumblers and handles of doors so he didn't have to remove his hands from his pockets.
Walking inside, he just stood there for a moment before setting off to his task once more. Grab speakers from the practice room then head for the dance studio. It was sure to be open at this time, which meant that he could practice his choreographies instead of doing actual work. It helped him de-stress. Yet, despite his need for release and relaxation, he found himself pausing outside of the practice room. Would somebody be in there? Did it matter? Of course it mattered. He hated being interrupted so wouldn't everybody else? Of course, they would. So, he opted for standing outside the door for a couple minutes, waiting to hear anything. It occurred to him that the doors were probably sound proof after about five minutes, and he couldn't help but sigh in spite of himself. So he finally pulled his hands from his pockets and opened the door, stepping inside the room slowly, waiting for some form of objection.
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Post by Myst on Dec 29, 2016 22:21:26 GMT -5
Alright c: this was a fine example of how long it sometimes takes me to answer
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Post by Stormsong~ on Dec 29, 2016 22:32:20 GMT -5
Michiko had meanwhile slipped into what her Gram used to call her "writing coma". Michiko had always been a writer even since she was a little girl. When she was growing up, she never had any friend because all of the little kids used to shy away from her because of her odd eyes. She cringed a bit, she hated her eyes with a passion; they had been nothing a curse since the day she was born. They had only caused her suffering. When she was 6, she used to think they made her look like a long lost princess, but since then she discovered the only thing lost was her sense of normalcy in any social situation. Such an oddity had caused her to turn to the paper as an outlet for her emotions, and she started writing stories just to keep herself company by the time she had entered middle school. She used to spend all of recess in one spot simply writing and writing until her hand cramped or the teacher tapped her shoulder gingerly and told her that it was time to return to class. This state of immobility was also what she was currently exhibiting. Her eyes were glazed over like a passive sky right after a rain storm, and her fingers flew over the keys with lighting quick speed that was actually kind of alarming to someone who was not technologically savvy. Sure, she had the grace of a turtle, but her hand moments were as flit and fleet as any computer greek. Michiko sang a Japanese song while she wrote, unconsciously that is- as most of her music tended to be when she was in her own little world. She was getting to the chorus of the opera piece now, and the words were flying off her finger tips as she ignored every grammatical mistake for the time being- and there were many. This was how she found peace, away from the prying eyes of the world. Here, the computer recognized her as just another human and not some freaky girl in all black who had eyes so yellow they almost glowed. Here, in her distracted moment outside time, she was just a barefoot girl singing opera, sipping hot cocoa, and fighting the urge to smash her computer against the wall and quit college.
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Post by Stormsong~ on Dec 29, 2016 22:33:00 GMT -5
That's okay. I would rather have quality then something rushed
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Post by Myst on Dec 29, 2016 22:45:51 GMT -5
Orion just wanted to practice. He didn't want to stress anymore, and he honestly wasn't too keen on talking to anybody right now. Any of his friends who had tried today were quickly dismissed, and they understood. So, they let him be as he slid through the day doing whatever he pleased and avoiding his current responsibilities. Surely at some absurd hour of the night, he'd find his way into the library or some other building to finally get some work done before it was due. But for now? It was time to take a break.
So, it was into the practice room he went. He didn't look around at first, waiting for some sort of sound that would alert him that he wasn't wanted in the room. When nothing of the sort came to his ears, he gave a light shrug, stepping fully into the room and letting the door close behind him. Scenic eyes turning towards one of the cabinets, a slight grin graced his features as he recognized where the speakers were held. More specifically, where he hid his own. Goal in sight, he started the walk across the room to gain access to what he needed without looking at anything else in the room.
It was about halfway across that he even realized anybody was there. Having been so intent on practicing his dances, he hadn't thought that maybe somebody just didn't care if he was there, or maybe they were simply using this room to do normal work. These thoughts only occurred to him when faint Japanese reached his ears, and he halted immediately, turning to look at the sound of the sound. Had she been there the whole time? She hadn't even looked up upon his entrance... Well, she sounded wonderful. He couldn't help but just stare at the other college student for the moment and she typed what he could only guess was an important paper as she sang something to herself in Japanese. Or, what he assumed was Japanese.
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Post by Myst on Dec 29, 2016 22:46:29 GMT -5
Ahh, alright ^-^
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Post by Myst on Dec 29, 2016 22:49:41 GMT -5
Orion Bain is 19 years old and majoring in graphic design with a minor in music. While raised in his own realm, his family had been what many would consider abusive. It was all verbal, however, leaving no physical scars, but a scar on his inner person. Overall, it shaped who he was, gave him his motives, a reason to become who he is. With fair olive skin, he stands at 5 foot 9. It's somewhat clear he's been in his fair share of fights. He's broad shoulders and has a decent build. His hair gives way to a pleasurable warm, honey brown color, showing with a somewhat golden hue in the sun. His curls are easily tamed, always doing what he needs them too after a quick run through with a comb. Although, this could also be because he's got the sides and back cut too short to need any actual management. Overall, he looks rather intimidating. A 'fight you on sight' kind of intimidating. Orion's eyes display a subtle yet beautiful scene. Upon initial look, anybody would identify his eyes as hazel or grey in color. Well, the humans would, that is. Those who look long enough, however, know the truth of his eyes. The hazel in his irises appears mostly green with hints of brown, however, the pigment stays towards the edges in wonderful twists and coils of vines and undergrowth of the forest floor. Delving toward his pupil, vines and leaves slowly give way to stone that houses the finest ores of iron. The iron appears as streaks of silver among dull smoke and ash colors, occasionally darkened by the shifting shadows of the surrounding foliage. Any fae would be able to tell the scene of his eyes, and maybe make guesses at his metal powers, but the humans? They remain clueless or become entranced if they get a long enough look.
The fae's personality only somewhat matches his looks - he's closed off and hard to know when you first meet him. He really isn't one for initiating conversation and is usually terse when other try to speak with him. Normally, he'll answer questions in the shortest, most direct way possible, and generally avoid giving seemingly unnecessary details. So really, he's the type who will say 'you didn't ask' if he knew about something, but didn't tell. Orion is usually calm, none too keen on putting his emotions on display. One will really never know how he's feeling if he can help it, though often his eyes betray him. Not one to be angry - or show it, anyways - it'll be easy to tell when he's been pushed past his limit. You'll know because he'll actually raise his voice, or it'll turn physical. Besides this, he's a good listener and gives out decent advice if you manage to get close enough to him. Alongside this, if you really do manage to get close to him, you'll come to find out that he's super into cute things, would probably do whatever you asked him too at this point, and enjoys hugs a lot. You'll also discover his amazing array of facial expressions and his love for dance.
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Post by Stormsong~ on Dec 29, 2016 22:56:34 GMT -5
It was just about then that Michiko hit her writers block. She blinked, the dazed look fading from her face, and she looked around the room for a second as she had a habit of doing in order to reorient herself after such a writing session. Everything seemed normal. The light was still the same shade of late afternoon gold as it been when she had entered, the piano bench was still pushed in, her guitar remained at its post at the wall. There was a boy in the room. The acoustics made her voice sound clearer than her shower normally did- a blessing. There was a boy in the room. Michiko's voice caught in her throat as she started coughing. "Oh my God," she thought to herself as she sputtered in disbelief. There was another living creature in the room with her. She looked down, and a wine red color painted her cheeks. Her heart dropped through the floor, and a sudden rush of sickness lit her body on fire. She was going to throw up or pass out or both. Her normally pale skin turned a faint of gray, and she quickly scrambled to her feet and reached for her guitar. She could only hear the blood roaring in her ears as she attempted to make smoothest exit she could after someone had heard her singing. Her eyes were lowered to the floor the whole as if she were afraid to look him in the eyes- which in all honesty- she was. She quickly slipped on her socks and cursed herself for not brining shoes since her dorm was so close to the practice rooms. She took a step towards the door, apologizing profusely for wasting the boy's time and the practice space-when she slipped. The moment seemed to freeze for a second, and then the next thing she knew she was staring up at the ceiling, a bit dazed and more the mortified. Not only had the guy heard her singing- terribly, she might add, she had fallen infant of him. Thankfully, her beautiful guitar, Sherry, was still against the wall, unharmed except for the embarrassment it must have felt at being owned by such a clutz.
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