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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2018 20:57:00 GMT -5
(does anyone have any open characters?)
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Asexual
sweetclover1
Hi loves, like my posts so I'll reply faster <3
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Post by sweetclover1 on Mar 6, 2018 21:57:04 GMT -5
Chrysanthos chuckled at Turo’s words as he tugged off his own linen, immediately washing them first in the nile as best he could, before draping them over a nearby bush to air/sun dry. He then slid into the water himself, shivering slightly at the temperature change, and held his breath to duck beneath. He closed his eyes as the muffled effect of the water clouded his ears and began to clear his head. Slowly relaxing, he roughly scrubbed at his hair until it was loose and flowing in the water, before hurriedly surfacing, coughing slightly and wiping the water from his face. He definitely felt a lot better now that his hair was clean. ‘I could really use a comb.’ He sighed, running his fingers through his hair again, trying to detangle it as best that he could without one. (Shall we skip with them coming back?) Turo reached over and grabbed his own linens and pushed it into the water. He cringed at the dark swirls of caked on mud and other unseemly substances that came to the surface as he cleaned. Yeah. This was long over due. He sighed at that before looking over at the sad comment. “I could fix?” He suggested softly with a small smile as he scooted over a little closer to the other. Anything to keep him from complaining. At least that’s what he told himself so he wouldn’t start caring for the other man. Gods forbid he actually fell for one of these spoiled royals.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 7, 2018 2:22:11 GMT -5
@plaguedoctor - I have a couple - a prIncess and an apprentice physician Lilystar88 - replying soon I think)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2018 2:25:21 GMT -5
(I have Tsetseg, a servant, open anywhere in the palace)
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 7, 2018 4:40:04 GMT -5
Chrysanthos chuckled at Turo’s words as he tugged off his own linen, immediately washing them first in the nile as best he could, before draping them over a nearby bush to air/sun dry. He then slid into the water himself, shivering slightly at the temperature change, and held his breath to duck beneath. He closed his eyes as the muffled effect of the water clouded his ears and began to clear his head. Slowly relaxing, he roughly scrubbed at his hair until it was loose and flowing in the water, before hurriedly surfacing, coughing slightly and wiping the water from his face. He definitely felt a lot better now that his hair was clean. ‘I could really use a comb.’ He sighed, running his fingers through his hair again, trying to detangle it as best that he could without one. (Shall we skip with them coming back?) Turo reached over and grabbed his own linens and pushed it into the water. He cringed at the dark swirls of caked on mud and other unseemly substances that came to the surface as he cleaned. Yeah. This was long over due. He sighed at that before looking over at the sad comment. “I could fix?” He suggested softly with a small smile as he scooted over a little closer to the other. Anything to keep him from complaining. At least that’s what he told himself so he wouldn’t start caring for the other man. Gods forbid he actually fell for one of these spoiled royals. ((Can do)) They’d had to wait for their linens to dry out before they could put them back on, Chrysanthos now very much so relaxed. Turo had fixed his hair- it was now in a long plait down his back, and wouldn’t be bothering him much for a while. (He’d insisted he could do it himself if he had a mirror.) Now they were heading back to Meri and her tent, Chrys stifling a yawn as his stomach gurgled. He winced, placing a hand on it, and looked at Turo with a guilty expression. ‘You must be starving.’
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 7, 2018 11:25:41 GMT -5
[[ sorry lads I’m on nightshift again tonight. Will be aprox 24 hr until I respond. ]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 7, 2018 18:53:36 GMT -5
Of course Turo simply gave a disbelieving snort when Chrysanthos insisted that he could normally plate his own hair. Honestly Turo didn’t really believe that (he had been unwillingly caring for royals for years) but at least the man seemed thankful for what he had done. Soon they were walking back to the tent and Turo was starting to feel a little dizzy from his lack of eating again. He blushed at the loud gurgling of Chrysanthos stomach and he had to look away when he heard the quiet and worried voice of the prince. “It is not that bad,” he responded awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, wishing he hadn’t given his share of food to the demigod now. ‘It is bad.’ Chrysanthos argued, wearing a very concerned expression. ‘You are not well. You look dizzy.’ He studied the other for a moment, before smiling slightly. ‘Let’s hurry- the faster we get back, the quicker you can eat.’ He walked slightly faster, and soon they grew close to Meri’s tent. Chrys stopped and looked at Turo, before quietly hiding behind him.
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Asexual
sweetclover1
Hi loves, like my posts so I'll reply faster <3
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Post by sweetclover1 on Mar 7, 2018 19:07:37 GMT -5
Turo just stared at the man for a few moments, not understanding why he was so concerned for his own wellbeing, surprised he’d noticed that Turo was feeling dizzy. Instead of arguing with the man he simply nodded. “Okay,” he relented quietly, cheeks darkening a little in embarrassment, not wanting so much attention to be on himself. By the time they were at Meris tent Turo was panting just a little and his stomach was growling loudly as the scent of cooked lamb invaded his nose. “You first, Prince,” he muttered, needing a few moments rest.
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 8, 2018 4:37:59 GMT -5
Chrys fearfully shook his head, not at all wanting to be the first one to go into that tent. He didn’t quite fully trust her yet, and if he was honest, she frightened him- not to mention he still didn’t speak the language. So he took another step back, his cheeks red with embarrassment, and kept his gaze on the ground. ‘I’ll wait for you.’ He mumbled.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 8, 2018 21:13:38 GMT -5
[[IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIF YOU’RE EXHAUSTED AND YOU KNOW IT CLAP UR HANDS Seriously tho soz I’ve not been on shifts have been mental as. Back now though for a weekendy bit.]] kittykatcutiez It was an uncomfortable question for Thutsef, and if he was honest, one he hadn’t thought about himself in any great detail. The truth was, so far he’d just...liked her. Cared for her. Wanted her to be safe. His eyes drifted upwards. The sun was truly fading by now. A few brave stars had come out from hiding behind the setting sun and the moon was starting to show. Somehow, it gave him courage to be truthful. “I’ve met people in my life who I’ve known for years, and not given a s**t about them. Perhaps that’s cause they didn’t like the colour of my skin. Who knows. But moments into meeting you I spun you a mad tale about an dottery old priestess thinking there was a plot to kill the Queen. You can’t tell me another maid would’ve believed me...but you did. And you’ve helped me, and you’ve never asked for nothing in return,” Thutsef turned to her. “And that’s why I care for you...a lot, Cleo,” he finished. “More than I care about anyone else.” Rosa Akhenaten smiled, and a tear or two escaped from his large brown eyes. To hear that he’d made someone that happy was all he needed to continue on. Because through all the strategizing, and tactical maneuvering, and politics and manipulating that ran through his life as the nile ran through Egypt, all he’d ever wanted to so was bring happiness to people -- people like Ipy. As time had gone on, he’d slowly lost faith that he’d even make one person happy. Now he had...it felt...like he was a little more whole than he was yesterday. He shuffled up and sat against the back of his bed, pulling Ipy up with him and stroking her hands. “I’ve been thinking. It’s going to be a lot easier to protect you, and your family, if I give you a rank. That way I could give you room’s at the palace -- an armed guard -- and more finance for you and your sister,” he said. “So what would you like?” he whispered, shuffling closer to her. “You can be anything you want.” Bloodrose sweetclover1 Meri was a surprisingly good cook. Well, that wasn’t exactly true, she didn’t have mind for thinking up recipes. But, she was good at chopping up veg or adding spices or stirring a pot, so her main chef, a large desert-skinned man, called Getka, would ask her to do culinary tasks from time to time and she was more than happy to oblige if it meant she got a good meal quicker. So in no time at all, the main chef, two junior chefs, wine-master and her had prepared almost a mini feast. First, there was a lamb stew rich with green veg that grew near the nile, garlic and other dried herbs from the south. Next, was the main course, which was braised meat that had been marinating in lemon juice and salt all day to enrich it’s flavour. Along with some big roasted tomatoes and slivers of fried catfish in a butter sauce, the main meal was the best part of the meal. Had Meri had access to her normal array of finance and connections, they would have had cheeses and sweet dates and nuts as well. But she the boys would just have to make do. At least there was plenty of wine to go around. Not the good stuff, but drinkable white-grape and honey wine she’d had made about three years ago. It had aged well. The meal was served on one long, low table inside her tent. Her staff ate separately, since it was safer for them to do so -- everyone in one place made it easier for a slaughter. So it would just be her, Turo and the Greek boy. Once they arrived, Meri was already sitting, studying the book of greek language she’d ascertained from her spy inside the palace. She hadn’t washed her whole body, but her full body leathers were off and she’d ran a jug of water through her hair and over her face. Then she’d donned her big wig and dressed into a tight fitting white short-top and big puffy trousers. There were gold braclets, necklaces and anklets on her as well, plus her ruby red lip-paint and black khol. ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ have I missed yourself? If I have no problem just tag me or quote it or something. If I haven’t, sorry for being a pest. @plaguedoctor I can make a new character to compliment yours? The only issue is as you can tell, I’m not on as regular as others are.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 8, 2018 21:36:20 GMT -5
Lilystar88 A shiver ran down Ipy's spine at the mere offer. "You...you would let me live here?" The thought of being wanted for more than just a job or an evening was so unusual tovher. She hadn't had that luxury before. She laid her head on his chest and thought, tracing circles on his stomach as she did so. "What are my options?"She asked. There would be some jobs she obviously wouldn't be suited for. A royal cook she was not. She looked up at him, her warm honey eyes locking into his. She leaned over and tendeely kissed along his jawline before pulling away and waiting for a response. Akhenaten smiled and started to trail his fingers through her hair, twirling them backwards and forwards in her coal-black locks. They looked like two lovers swimming in a sea of obsidian. How Ipy had managed to get hair that long, he'd never know. He'd never seen an Egyptian do it before without wearing a wig. "Well, there's many. I could pronounce you mistress overseer of royal hospitality, or performance, which means you could still dance. The only problems is both jobs are likely to take you into close contact with Nefertiti. I could pronounce you my half-sister -- my father had nine wives, excluding my mother, so it wouldn't be hard to label you as the child of one of them since at least half of them are dead. That way, you need do nothing, simply enjoy the luxuries of a royal life. You could still dance with that one. But trying to fend away a husband wouldn't be...easy. Everyone, including Nefertiti, would be wanting to get you paired up with someone -- most likely a foreign leader if we they could get it," he said. "Obviously, I wouldn't be too happy if you got married to another King. But...there is one roll in which you'd have virtually no limit to expenditure, you'd have guaranteed safety unless I am killed, freedom to learn or do anything you wanted -- including perform..." His head turned to the side, and he blushed as he said, "lesser wife." But he knew that role would've changed her life forever -- and made her face so public it never would be forgotten or faded. Perhaps she wouldn't want that, so he hastily added, "that's not something you need to decide now, though, I could pronounce you my sister and then marry you later, or not, whatever you want..."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 8, 2018 21:39:02 GMT -5
[[Kind of. I've obviously got to clean my flat, see people, and do other things during the weekend. But what I could do is I could try and be on every evening around 8 PM -- 12 AM mytime tomorrow and Saturday, and probably up to 10 PM on Sunday and the same on Monday. I can do mornings as well but less people are likely to be awake or online in the mornings.]]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2018 21:54:51 GMT -5
(gonna leave this RP)
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 8, 2018 22:14:54 GMT -5
Lilystar88 (lol well of course I meant are you working at all) Ipy, very surprised by this offer, sat straight up in the bed so she could see him best. "Lesser wife? Will not Nefertiti be angry? And are you sure you want me for your lesser wife?" Her eyes were wide with surprise. A blush spread over her cheeks as she stood out of bed and looked out of the window as she hid a shy smile from him. Akhenaten's mouth crept upwards, and his eyes looked hopeful as he saw her reaction. He slid upwards and lay against the back of the bed, then glanced to the window to see the state of the sky. It wasn't quite sunrise yet, he had a little time to tell the full story. Which was no less than what she was owed, if she was even considering becoming a lesser wife. "Nefertiti wouldn't dare do anything to a wife of mine. It's the reason she leaves Kiya well enough alone. It would be a perfect role -- you'd have everything financially a Royal Wife has, bar the blue crown. You wouldn't, however, have the political responsibilities and roles. You would, however, have the honor and respect not known to a mere concubine or consort," he said, then took her hands and kissed them, cupping her cheek and looking at her with not only love, but sadness too. "If I could, I would take you as my only wife. I'd let you live an unfettered life, where we did all things at our leisure. But if I did that, I'd be damning Egypt. And to sacrifice the lives of thousands for my own happiness? That, I will not -- cannot -- do." He sat back again and breathed deeply. Here it was, the truth they would both have to face. "I never told this to Nef when we got married, I was so ignorant, thinking it would never be an issue. Meri and Meke were already born by the time we wed, and I was young and to be blunt, stupid -- I never considered how difficult life was for a woman of royal birth. By the time they were four years old, everyone was vying for their hand in marriage. I refused all for Meri, since she was the oldest, for I knew she could be Pharaoh. But then...I looked back into history -- the only only female Pharaoh was Hatsheput. My great, great, great grandmother. She was older, and more experienced than Meri, and still she was forced into a marriage that put her rule to an end. My daughter is not a pious girl -- Nefertiti's tried to hide it from me, but I know she's no longer a virgin. As soon as I die, she'll let herself be married to someone who could take over my Kingdom. That someone might be a foreign ruler, like Teshup. Imagine what would happen to everyone in Egypt then? Why, we'd all be slaves." "So, if I marry you, I'll want you to be my only wife -- my third and final. But if we have no son...." he looked away, down as if he was ashamed. "I will need to wed again. I can't let the Kingdom to go Meri, or to...," he bit his tongue, and swallowed. No, that story was to painful -- too humiliating. The truthful Pharaoh hid his face, ashamed he had to withhold the truth about his 'firstborn'. He composed himself, and turned back again with a sad smile. "Let it be known, however, that whatever I need to do for Egypt, my heart will always belong to you."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 8, 2018 22:17:17 GMT -5
[[Nope I'm off. To be fair though, I just did 48 hours, 24 of which were nightshift, so they let me have the weekend off.
And I was thinking once it's decided that she's going to be a lesser wife we'll skip to a few weeks ahead and she could start to get inclinations she's pregnant? I'm also going to make Nefertiti pregnant at the same time, so she can have her last two.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 8, 2018 22:18:16 GMT -5
[[aite, chill. I'll remove your characters.]]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2018 23:19:41 GMT -5
[[aite, chill. I'll remove your characters.]] (lol why does everyone tell me to chill when I leave an RP?)
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 8, 2018 23:27:03 GMT -5
[[aite, chill. I'll remove your characters.]] (lol why does everyone tell me to chill when I leave an RP?) [[nah I was just saying chill as in 'ok cool' chill, not chill as in 'calm down' chill.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 8, 2018 23:36:11 GMT -5
Lilystar88 (You totally deserve a break girl. Rest up! And dealski) Ipy sat back down with him. "I understand,"she said softly, leaning against him and holding onto his hands tightly. "You must protect your daughters. You must protect Egypt. As much as I want you to myself I cannot be selfish any more than you can." She slid into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. A soft smile curved at her lips as she placed a kiss on his. "I would be honored to be your wife,"she murmured against his lips, "but I would need to talk to Abasi first." Her lips pressed against his once more and she passionately kissed him. Her emotions were flooding inside of her. Love, passion, desire... She couldn't get close enough. [[lol yeeeeee. Honestly, sitting on the couch eating take out and watching old movies is lyfe tho. ]] Akhenaten didn't let her lips go, he pulled her closer until not only their lips were touching but their torso's too, his arms ran down hers and clutched at her waist, squeezing it ever so gently as he brought her closer still. God, he didn't want to let go, he almost couldn't. It was painful to think about her leaving. But...she'd said yes. She was to be her wife. He was happier now than he'd been when he'd married Nef, and perhaps when he'd married Kiya. So happy he couldn't stop smiling, or crying a little. "No Pharaoh -- not Ahmose who unified Egypt, nor Khufu who built the great Pyramid at Giza -- has ever been more happy than I am now," he murmured. "As for your sister," he said. "She'll receive an education and salary equal to my own daughters. You can title her as your ward, and we can welcome her together, or she can simply be your sister, either way, she will be in total comfort and prosperity, and have anything she wants." "And I can't wait to meet her, if she'll permit me an audience," he finished, blushing a little with nerves. He'd never before had his happiness in the hands of a little girl, and found the situation rather amusing, but still worrying in case she objected.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 8, 2018 23:41:49 GMT -5
[[Okay everyone, front family tree is updated to this thing I've put bellow. ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧, I've put your princess in under Kiya as a wife, is that ok? It can be changed. I'd understand if you didn't want the whole backstory I'm working up with Kiya and Akhenaten to be involved with your princess. rosa, I've put Ipy up there as you can see. I can update it to put the sister in if you have set parent names for them as well, or just like, connect them as sisters if you want. ]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 9, 2018 5:54:00 GMT -5
Chrysanthos had had to duck in order to actually enter the tent, wincing slightly as his spine was forced to bend- it wasn’t happy after so long in that position in the cage. He moved over to where Turo had gestured, brushing a strand of golden hair away from his eyes, slowly moving to sit with crossed legs, before turning to study Meri with a keen gaze. ‘You remind me of my adoptive sister.’ He softly said, studying her. ‘She is fierce and composed also. I taught her to fight as she kept sneaking out of the castle to find tutors who would most definitely do her harm.’ He fell silent, eyes pained, and looked away, brow slightly furrowed. ‘Hopefully she is coping well alone.’ He murmured. ‘The palace is not a safe place to be.’ Lilystar88 sweetclover1
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 9, 2018 6:20:54 GMT -5
Hey I haven’t replied yet but I will definitely be able to do it tonight, lot of family and school stuff x
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Post by kittykatcutiez on Mar 9, 2018 13:29:09 GMT -5
[[IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIF YOU’RE EXHAUSTED AND YOU KNOW IT CLAP UR HANDS Seriously tho soz I’ve not been on shifts have been mental as. Back now though for a weekendy bit.]] kittykatcutiez It was an uncomfortable question for Thutsef, and if he was honest, one he hadn’t thought about himself in any great detail. The truth was, so far he’d just...liked her. Cared for her. Wanted her to be safe. His eyes drifted upwards. The sun was truly fading by now. A few brave stars had come out from hiding behind the setting sun and the moon was starting to show. Somehow, it gave him courage to be truthful. “I’ve met people in my life who I’ve known for years, and not given a s**t about them. Perhaps that’s cause they didn’t like the colour of my skin. Who knows. But moments into meeting you I spun you a mad tale about an dottery old priestess thinking there was a plot to kill the Queen. You can’t tell me another maid would’ve believed me...but you did. And you’ve helped me, and you’ve never asked for nothing in return,” Thutsef turned to her. “And that’s why I care for you...a lot, Cleo,” he finished. “More than I care about anyone else.” (Yayy!!! you're back!) Cleopatra thought for a bit. It was true, other maids wouldn't have believed him. "Well i've been through enough to know that a tragedy like that can and will happen eventually." She looked up at the few stars showing. "As for you caring, thank you." She knew she didn't have to give him thanks but she couldn't help it. She's always felt so alone in the world. She was glad to finally have someone to connect with. She felt pure happiness in this moment and finally let her body relax as she closed her eyes. She laid her head on a pillow with her eyes closed, smiling.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 9, 2018 15:00:00 GMT -5
Yaeg wouldn't stop fighting. She wouldn't close her eyes and let this vile Egyptian creature take her, so she kept kicking and pulling as Setka swung and stabbed with the iron blade. The creature, the disgusting, Egyptian creature, was pried off of her -- one finger at a time, and as soon as her leg was truly free she crawled forwards, stood and turned to the creature. It stood up with her, and soon both the little pale slave and the monstrous being were facing each other. Yaeg screamed, roared like her father and grandfather used to do when they went into a battle against another tribe. It felt liberating to make a sound like that again, to be useful, to be holy fire spearheaded to destroy evils like this Egyptian thing. The creature, of course, yelled too -- but it's mouth was not as able as it had been, and it was not able to stop. Eventually, the scream itself took him, and he tore away at his own bandages, leaving a corpse that would soon be dissolved into dust. Once the ordeal was over, Yaeg picked up her light again, breathing heavily after all that. In the silence, she turned to Setka. "You...," damnit, no Egyptian had said 'saved' in front of her before. "You do good to Yaeg. To...m-me," she tried hard to pronounce. And now, what was the Egyptian for thank-you? She'd never been told that word before. So instead, she did an old tribal gratitude ritual with the boy. Said ritual involved grabbing the crux of his neck, pulling it towards hers, softly headbutting him and holding his head there while she grunted and shook her own head. Then she let go, smiling and feeling quite proud of herself. Setka's chest rose and dipped shallowly as he panted, still holding the sword in his hands but letting its tip graze the ground as he tried to relax a little bit, still shaken by the whole ordeal. After the noise and chaos, a heavy and suffocating silence then seemed to fill the area.
The things that followed, Setka understood, was Yaeg's way of thanking him. First, with the limited Egyptian she knew. Then, with a strange ritual that he presumed must be commonly conducted in her native culture. He found it both fascinating and strangely beautiful. Her culture was so much different from his own, and yet so unique in its own way. He yearned to know more about it, and made a mental note to discuss it with her at the next opportunity
He wasn't sure how to respond, so just settled for quickly dipping his head and saying "You're welcome. I wasn't just going to let you vanish."
He was going to ask her more about her culture and the way she'd thanked him before he remembered that they had to keep moving. There was no telling what dangers were awaiting them down here now, and they had to get out of there as quickly as possible. If they were the subjects of a curse, they may be in even more danger than Setka anticipated.
"I would love to talk with you," Setka murmured "but it is now beyond doubt that we have awoken something down here. We must keep moving. Keep the makeshift torch with you, it is certain that we will need light. And it may just protect us from some of the dangers that this tomb has in store."
[Sorry it's taken so long - here's my reply. By the way, I'm fine with you putting Ashait in under Kiya. The plot should be fine as well, It's totally fine. I'll just fit her in however. Can you remind me briefly of the planned plot, though? Just so I'm on track]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 9, 2018 15:02:23 GMT -5
@plaguedoctor
I'm sorry to see you left. Good luck!]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 9, 2018 16:24:36 GMT -5
[[Aaaaaaaaaaalright. Here we go. So, lads, I was wondering if we could aim for putting a 4 week jump on all our rp’s. Thutsef and Cleo’s (myself and kittykatcutiez) story would jump to when they had arrived and been in Memphis for a three week, but are just about to give up. After that I have an idea of how they find these bones and then how Thutsef can grows some balls and tells Cleo he likes her, then they go back. Sound good to you Kitkat? Turo, Chrys and Meri’s ( sweetclover1, Bloodrose and myself) story could jump to four weeks ahead when they’re all having fun running their weird water gang business with the slavers, and Meri and Turo are still trying to figure out how to get information on Nefertiti. Somehow, Turo could get word of Thutsef and Cleo’s expedition, tell Meri about that and then once they return, Meri corners Thutsef and finds out the whole ‘Queen of Egypt killed a Jewish Prophet’ thing. Bloodrose had this idea to bring in another character alongside Chrys that was Chrys formally ‘betrothed’, and for her to try and turn Meri on Chrys -- saying that he’s really here to take over Egypt. Blood, would you like to clarify what you were thinking of with the rest of the class? Rosa I was thinking we could get Akhenaten to announce his and Ipy’s betrothal, he meets her sister, and then in this four weeks time when he’s planning the big wedding and wedding feast she starts to get pregnancy symptoms and once they figure out she’s pregnant they just need to get married rather quickly instead of having the big wedding. Also I’ll get Nefertiti to announce she’s pregnant at this time too cause I was going to get her to be pregnant at this time too. ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ I think for Yaeg and Setka, we don’t need to worry about the skip. They’re separated from the rest of the world anyway, so we can just...let that happen? Pretend I’m not skipping the rp and stuff for this story since it doesn’t matter anyway? Obviously, I’m totally fine with not doing this or any tweaks anyone wants to make to the rp’s we got goin on. Let me know your thoughts? And now for responses, they’ll be up in like an hour tops. ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Mar 9, 2018 16:25:19 GMT -5
[[Ooo and ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ with your response I'll explain the Akhenaten/Kiya thing.]]
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