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Post by kiwi cheesecake on May 26, 2019 21:05:11 GMT -5
((So I got super busy with exams and life and stuff and completely loss my inspiration to do anything for a bit. but it's slowly coming back, and even though I'm not sure I'm 100% up to starting this rp again right now, I feel like I should force myself to do things so I can get back to enjoying them, if that makes sense. So I definately want to kickstart this rp. I know I was talking with some folks on the joining page, and I'm going to ping everyone who said they were interested and stuff in a moment, but if you guys still want to rp I'm totally down for it. I know activity might be a little sparse because a lot of people are in testing right now, but if you're still down feel free to drop a 'hey' or something so I can motivate myself a little more ^^. I'll try and get a starter up tonight even. I'm in a writing mood tbh. However, I do work for a good portion of the day tomorrow and Tuesday, so my activity may be sparse until after then. Still, I'm hoping that at least some people are still intrested in this, and we can have a great rp experience despite my prolonged neglect.))
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on May 26, 2019 21:19:29 GMT -5
awesome! excited to start this! i'll... try to actually finish forms at some point lmao
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2019 21:26:19 GMT -5
I'm still interested! )
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on May 26, 2019 22:06:21 GMT -5
cool! then I'll definitely try and get that starter up tonight. insomnia's been messing with my sleep so I probably have a bit before my body lets me pass out anyways lol))
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on May 27, 2019 0:32:41 GMT -5
Headmistress Lauren Ambrosia Courcelle xx Hallways of the AcademySovereign Hearts Academy. The very name was enough to send students into a nervous frenzy, to convince families to fork over large portions of their treasuries, to convince someone of reputability. The school even held some influence in other nations politics, the Headmaster often involved in settling disputes between nations by helping their children work through their issues. It was a name filled with honor, prestige, history, notability, and perfection.
Yet Lauren cared for none of these things. She didn't agree to run the school 10 years ago because of how well it paid- although the sum was quite significant. She didn't lead the school because it allowed her to indirectly control other nations, or because she wanted to be viewed as powerful or influential. All she wanted was to protect her students, and make sure they could see the brightest future possible.
That was why now, only a few days before classes started, Lauren was patrolling up and down the graceful stone corridors of the school, checking every inch of the classrooms to make sure everything was in line. She had checked the dormitories several weeks earlier, when students had begun returning to the school from the visits home. A week before that she had fully scoured the school grounds, making sure they were beautiful and ready for the students to view. Now that most students were fully settled in, all that was left was to make sure the classrooms themselves were in perfect shape.
Peeking inside a classroom, Lauren plucked a dead flowerhead from the small pot that rested on the windowsill. Everything seemed to be perfect. Just as she expected from her staff. But... she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. As if something just outside her view was misplaced, but she couldn't quite see it to fix it. A dull lump of nerves gathered in the bottom of her stomach, but she pushed it down. The last thing her students needed was to see their Headmistress a nervous wreck.
Taking a second to gather herself, Lauren swooped down the halls, finally making her way to the large archway that was the entrance to the main hall. A small portion of the cleaning staff stood huddled there, raising their heads as she walked towards them. "The rooms look wonderful, as expected," Lauren said with a slight nod. "I appreciate your work. You can let the staff take the rest of the day off." Pausing for a moment, she added, "If you would, please notify security that the students can now walk through the class halls in addition to the grounds if they wish, so long as they stay of of the classrooms themselves."
"Yes, Headmistress," the staff answered in unison, bowing slightly. As they wandered towards their own quarters, Lauren could hear some chatter start up. Sighing, she pinched the bridge of her nose. It wouldn't hurt if you took the rest of the day off too, she told herself. But she couldn't rest. Not as long as something might be off. She needed to always stay on guard, just in case.
Not for herself.
For her students.
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on May 27, 2019 0:33:48 GMT -5
((it's there, it's not great, but it exists. bam. motivation))
((also I think I added everyone with finished forms, let me know if I missed someone. I'm going to go pass out now, thanks))
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2019 10:15:48 GMT -5
Hey! I’ll get something up sometime today x I hope you’re doing okay Drea )
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2019 13:57:59 GMT -5
I'll work on my response as well! )
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2019 16:14:58 GMT -5
Ok, I'm stationing Calisto at the stables with the horses if anyone wants to join her. I'll have Rhykaer's up in a bit.)
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2019 16:15:29 GMT -5
Calisto Iphigenia Alke “She's a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can she it in her eyes..."
❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅
Her people had a saying: the sun rises and falls on a horses back. Once seated upon the majestic Zephyri of her homeland, Calisto was inclined to agree. Bare feet squeezed around the ribs of her mare, she lifted her hands in the air, completely free as Effie sailed over the small stream. The princess let out a triumphant cry in time to her beloved's hoofbeat. She gripped at the reigns after that and spurred Effie onwards towards campus. They had gone too far this morning, but she had needed to do something else but read and stare at the walls of her dormitory.
Students had begun to arrive almost a week ago, but Cali had only settled in two days prior. Edgewyne was simply too open, too warm for her liking. Yet, as the High Princess of Asmenia, her parents had insisted she attend the Academy. It wasn't as if she needed to attend; her schooling had been perfectly fine in Asmenia. Calisto had told them that. Why waste money on a school when her tutors and nannies were the best of the best? Still her parents insisted. Something about the prestige associated with attending. Cali hadn't listened to the rest, too upset to care.
So she had wasted four years of her life learning things she already knew and meeting people she had not cared to meet. Most of the royals here were stuffy, uninteresting, and do gooders. Now she had met a few that were willing to have an adventure or mess with the professors. Of course, she had never been caught and planned to keep it that way. She had a reputation to uphold after all.
Calisto clicked her tongue and lightly pulled the reigns to the left. Effie responded by tossing her head and rocketing towards the stable. They burst out from the tree line. The stables were large and luxurious, made for the use of royals and their consorts. Stable hands worked day in and day out to provide the royal's prized horses with only the best. Cali had throughly vetted each one before leaving Effie in their care. Even then, Effie would only let one man take care of her. The rest she had snapped at.
Slowly, she started to pull back on the reigns. The wide space between the trees and the stable was prefect for cool down. Once they arrived, Calisto slid off the Zephyri's back. She pulled the reigns up and over so they dangled in her hands.
"No saddle again today, High Princess?" A smug grin worked its way onto her features. Effie's tail flicked at the voice. Calisto peered over Effie's large backside. "All that work by that poor craftsman and you never use it. It's a shame that it just hangs there."
"Jealous you can't ride bareback, Quinton?" The man scoffed and withdrew a sugar cube from his pocket. Her horse snorted before eagerly taking it. He looked at the princess with amusement, "I'm sure I could teach you one of these days. Effie would love to have another rider."
Quinton let out a quick laugh as the High Princess gave him the reigns in her hands, "Just because she tolerates me mucking out her stable doesn't mean that she'll let me ride her. Effie's got too much fire in her for me."
She stroked the silky blackness of Effie's mane affectionately, "Oh I don't know. She might surprise you." They went back towards Effie's private room. The large saddle was perched along the side, handcrafted and barely worn. She waited outside the stable while Quinton entered with her love.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on May 27, 2019 16:24:03 GMT -5
i’ll have argent show up at the stables when i have time to reply! he’s probably a stressed boi(tm) and needs to go for a ride
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2019 16:27:39 GMT -5
I’ll probably reply in the morning UK time but I’ll have to think of where I wanna put my charries. Robin will be off causing chaos somewhere and I’ll find somewhere for Oriana and Junia)
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2019 16:31:39 GMT -5
Sounds good! I'm looking forward to it! Also ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ I'll try to get Rhykaer's up soon so if you want to jump in with him, you can! )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2019 16:32:50 GMT -5
(Okay cool! I may take you up on that thanks. I won’t be able to reply till the morning most likely though so don’t wait for me if you don’t want to x)
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2019 16:37:46 GMT -5
Nah, it's ok! That will give me some more time to write. XD)
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on May 27, 2019 19:13:40 GMT -5
Argent Soren Heir Apparent of Vesura
Argent Soren of Vesura was a relatively calm young man, usually. He had learned at a young age how to tone down his temper, to resist the urge to lash out and let his fists speak where he should use his tongue. So at such an early age, Argent had taken quite quickly to his horse, Zeph. Something about the stallion calmed Argent much more quickly than anything else he tried. Riding Zephyr was like breathing for the first time.
So it made sense that, when he felt the tendrils of a stress-induced panic attack reaching for his heart, Argent immediately made his way to the stables, his mind set on nothing but saddling Zephyr up and racing their hearts out. There was no distinction between the two when they rode - Argent felt like they bonded so deeply during their runs that he couldn't tell where one of them ended and the other began. It was so easy, Argent didn't even have to think about where he wanted to go. It was like Zeph read his mind.
What wasn't easy, however, was getting to the stables and hearing voices. Great. There was someone here already - and by the sound of it, it was Calisto. Argent recognized 'Effie' easily as the girl's large black Zephyri - he thought it funny how close that was to Zephyr's name.
"Um, hello Calisto, Quinton. How are you today?" he called out if only to be polite. His stress level was at peak right now, and he supposed Zephyr could tell, because he could hear the stallion whinnying as he walked closer to the massive horses's stall.
{ @shootforthestars }
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2019 0:14:02 GMT -5
Calisto Iphigenia Alke “She's a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can she it in her eyes..."
❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅
Effie tipped her off that there was someone else in the stables immediately. The black mare always became flighty when anyone but Quinton and she approached. It was odd really, but the mare hadn't even like her brothers or sisters. Not that she could really blame the horse. Sometimes she didn't like her siblings either. Calisto turned away from the older man and her horse to catch sight of the prince.
Argent was a regular in the stables and because of it, they were on relatively good terms. Speaking terms at least. She pulled down her hair from the wind blown braid. It was raven silk between her fingers as she quickly worked it back into an acceptable updo. She smiled gently at the younger boy, "Argent. I'm quite well today. Effie and I just returned from a ride." After giving his own greeting, the stable hand grabbed a brush and worked out the tangles in Effie's mane. She snorted.
Cali looked back at the prince of Vesura and his mount. The stallion was much smaller than her Effie, but still large for a warmblooded breed from the southwestern countries. She had admired his dappled coat plenty of times. He seemed calmer than Effie as well though stallions could be unpredictable. Detailed lettering on the stable spelled out the horse's name. It brought her endless amusement that he was called Zephyr. The horses of her homeland were an ancient breed; they outdated her people by lifetimes. The Sons of the West Wind were untamed and unbroken in many areas. Their spirit shined in her Effie. And it seemed even other countries wanted to lay claim to that spirit. Calisto couldn't blame them. After all, the sun rose and fell on the back of the Zephyri.
For a moment, she listened to Quinton whistle in Effie's stall. The young heir apparent radiated stress which wasn't unusual for the boy. He mostly came to ride his Zephyr on days in which he wanted to escape.
It seemed many of the riders around here had the same coping mechanism. She excused herself from the stable, whispering something to Quinton. The stable hand nodded and busied himself about his work. Calisto sauntered over to the younger boy and his horse, "You look stressed. Why?"
Simple and to the point. She leaned up against the post of the other horse's stable. Far enough to give the stallion and his rider space, but close enough to let her presence be known. Effie whinnied from her stable and she heard Quinton speak soft words over her. The possessive little thing. Could she not even walk away for two seconds without her lusting for attention? She ignored her and instead locked her unique gaze on the young prince. If only the legends about her eyes were true. Then she would be able to see what troubled him so.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2019 1:30:50 GMT -5
Rhykaer Lovell "The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to." - Carl Sandburg ✠ ✠ ✠ ✠ ✠
The smell of paper had always comforted him. Rustic and refined, dusty and yet clean all at the same time. Rhykaer turned the page with a delighted sigh. This book was worn, old, broken. And yet it remained spirited and hearty. Always willing to give to anyone that would only listen. It had transported him to another world countless times and rescued him even more. And it would continue to do so until the pages burned or the letters faded from the page.
Rhykaer bit the top of the quill in his hand. Nestled away in the library, he was dutifully avoiding the conversations of the new and arriving students. He had never been to the Academy before, but he had found the library and decided that it would be his home for the next four years. Anything would be better than having to live the life of a prince.
He had come to the Academy to escape. Escape his parents, his tutors, his responsibilities. Sometimes he felt like a wimp for hating it so much. His brother had never called him that before though he knew that wanted to. Rhy wasn’t even the heir apparent and he was sick of royal life. He was sad really. Sad and cowardly.
The book in his hands closed with a soft sigh. Rhy put his quill down beside the notebook full of writing and poetry. Even in the nook of the library he couldn’t escape the thoughts of life at home. He stood to his feet and stretched up and over, down and around. Maybe he needed to get a sword in his hands. That would do him good, would it not? Still his writing called for him and he picked up the book and quill before walking down the isle. A little inspiration would help him. People watching had always done the trick.
Sometimes too well. His writings took the shape of those he saw. Usually creating a unique life for each person even though he was completely inaccurate. But it was a good exercise and if kept his mind off of the stresses of his own life. It was easier to simply avoid the topic and fly away to realities he created. It was like his own novel, based on the appearance of others. Sometimes it would be a laugh and other times a touch between lovers. Rhy smiled slightly and went back to the shelf. Yes, people watching would be good him.
Lovingly he placed the old book back on its home shelf and went back towards the more traveled areas. Maybe he would get lucky and spot a good subject. He took his place at a seat out of view but still in line with the bookshelves and the doors. He begun to watch, curious as to who might come by.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 28, 2019 1:33:12 GMT -5
(Good timing, I just woke up.
Hmmmm...I think I’ll either throw Oriana or Robin at him but not sure which yet. I’ll reply sometime today, hopefully soon)
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Post by Aphelyon on May 29, 2019 15:44:22 GMT -5
(not sure how to start with Brynnjar.... anyone looking for interaction? Could maybe have Agnar run up to someone or something, maybe being unusually friendly or unusually hostile. Idk.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 29, 2019 15:47:53 GMT -5
Oh gosh I still never replied
It might be better to start here once my exams finish in a couple weeks? Yeah, lll be back in a couple of weeks if that’s okay x)
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2019 15:58:44 GMT -5
If that is the case then Aphelyon feel free to jump in with Rhy. His starter is up!! Good luck on your exams Pallas!)
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on May 29, 2019 16:09:39 GMT -5
man i need to make starters for my other five kids
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Post by Aphelyon on May 29, 2019 16:37:34 GMT -5
It was sunny and warm here in this country. So bright, so sweltering comparative to the harsh annual coldness of the northern tundra. The sunhigh intensity of the light felt almost burning, even through the thick cloth of Brynnjar's cloak. Next to him, Agnar panted heavily, tongue lolling over the sharp fangs decorating the wolf-dog's open mouth. It would take them both time to acclimate.
The second prince of Dreisten didn't worry much about things as he arrived at the academy in preparation for the start of the school year. Anything besides some clothes and personal items- anything of importance he had felt need to bring, which was not much- had been delivered previously and should be waiting for him. He carried a bag of white fur on his back, containing his travel things and with a wooden bow, carved with intricate weaving patterns, strapped to the back. At his hip hung a somewhat ornate short sword with an antler hilt, the blade hidden by a leather sheath that was stained a mottled deep blue but otherwise unadorned.
As he made his way across the courtyard, Brynnjar would typically be concerned with appearances, with taking in his surroundings, gauging others, and figuring out how any or all of it could benefit him, or else be avoided. At the moment, however, last couple days' ride had worn him down. He had come with only a guard and a guide, riding by horseback from Dreisten, insistent that there be no fanfare or heraldry of his arrival. It was more humble, and he thought more befitting of only a second prince and a reluctant one, at that. Most importantly, it seemed safer. Though he was far from a high target on the list of potential political assassinations, he preferred to keep his whereabouts relatively secretive. He just preferred it that way. Unfortunately, the long ride had left him fatigued and- more pressingly- in desperate need of a bath, and so for now he payed little attention to the others, no more than necessary for a degree of caution, and hurried indoors and, hopefully, out of the heat.
He was relieved that it was cooler inside, though the layout of the building was somewhat confusing to him. He remembered the instructions that Calin had given him, on how to reach the students' private quarters, but it was all straight edges and sharp corners here, not like the rough-hewn, dynamic, and often crooked and circular layouts of buildings in Dreisten. After wandering the hallways for what felt like far longer than necessary, he felt a chill cross the base of his neck, sensing that Agnar had stopped, alert with his ears erect and his eyes fixed on a half-open doorway. Out of instinct, Brynnjar was still for a moment, watching the dog. Agnar's nose twitched.
"What do you smell?" Brynnjar's voice was low out of habit, little more than a gruff whisper. Agnar typically exhibited this behavior while hunting, or else when he sensed danger, though his demeanor didn't seem aggressive to Brynn. Regardless, the prince rested one hand lightly on the hilt of his sword and stalked silently towards the door. As soon as he was at Agnar's side, the dog let out a loud huff and pushed through the door, breath snuffling as he followed whatever scent had caught him attention. He paused again for a moment, seeming indecisive between joy and aggression, before he wagged his tail twice and bounded between the shelves, letting out a small yip as he rounded a corner.
(I figure Agnar probably smells Rhykaer's dogs on him and is very excited by it since there's probably not a lot of dogs at the academy lol)
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Post by lazy penguin on May 29, 2019 20:12:30 GMT -5
(hey guys, not really sure where to put this, but I am definitely still interested in this! I probably won't be active enough to post characters until after finals (next week) but after that I'll try to be on very frequently!)
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2019 21:44:02 GMT -5
Yeah, not a problem! I’ll get on that reply!)
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Post by desdemona on May 29, 2019 22:04:34 GMT -5
i think im interested my boy tho, hes intersex raised as a boy, ish, but wanted to make sure its Cool would be kept a secret
and i can make a country! ]]
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2019 0:41:03 GMT -5
Rhykaer Lovell "The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to." - Carl Sandburg ✠ ✠ ✠ ✠ ✠
Nose in his book, the second oldest heir to the throne of Vawhil didn't see or hear the dog approaching. He scribbled down something, quill clutched tightly in his hand. When it ran out of ink, he wordlessly dipped it in the ink jar without ever looking up from the notebook. An older man had come through the library and passed in front of him. Words had fallen onto the page in an endless stream of ideas about him and his life. Love and loss, victories and heartbreaks, everything and nothing at all.
The sharp yip of a dog startled him from his musings. Rhykaer let out a low curse at how the quill had snapped under the pressure of his surprise. He set the shattered quill down and looked up at the cause of his affliction. Rhy's brow narrowed at the wag of the large dog's tail, "Where did you come from, big guy?"
He had never been one for dealing with strange animals. The animals that he bred in Vawhil were all hand picked and hand raised. He had seen first hand how aggressive the wild dogs around his estate could be, even more so if they had wolf blood in them. And this dog in front of him seemed to be mixed with something lupine. It had the size and coat of the northern wolves of his country, but the temperament of the large working breeds. His own dogs were smaller and leaner than this one, bred for speed and hunting ability in the snowy pine forests of Vawhil. Rhy had given thought to crossing with the domestic wolf dogs, but he had decided against it. They were just too unpredictable, too wild for his likely.
He watched as the dog approached, its ears relaxed and tail a steady thump against the bookshelf. Ryn reached into his bag and dug around for a moment. When he pulled back, he tossed a lamb bone to the dog, "Chew on that until I can find your owner."
The prince stood to his feet and set his things down on the small desk in front of the chair. You're lucky that I had a sick male this morning or you might not have gotten that treat, pup. Rhy made to round the corner, but stopped when another boy turned it as well. He stepped back, making sure to clear the space for his dog.
Rhy narrowed his eyes at the boys state of being and tried to remember exactly who he was. The boy looked older than him, though Rhy towered over him. To be fair, he towered over most men, his age and up. It was the state of his clothing that tipped him off to where he was from. Dreisten. That means... Brynnjar or possibly another royal? He hadn't seen the sons of his neighbors in quite some time, and he doubted the accuracy of his predication. So he just smiled politely and waved to the wolfdog, "Is he yours?"
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Post by desdemona on May 30, 2019 13:38:41 GMT -5
kiwi cheesecake he he would be betrothed to keagan of d'raa but perhaps secretly--not officially announced since they dont know if kai can have an heir ]]
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