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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 29, 2016 3:45:35 GMT -5
I'm lonely and desperate for something to do. It's been one of those days and I need something to do that'll be menial and easy.
That being said, I would like action, angst and preferably no romance.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 30, 2016 2:57:33 GMT -5
bump
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Aug 30, 2016 3:39:53 GMT -5
Hey, Speaks~)
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 30, 2016 3:42:09 GMT -5
Hey hey Val. I'm still lacking muse for the Key roleplay but if you had something else you wanted to do I'd love to hear it!
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Aug 30, 2016 3:44:32 GMT -5
I'd love to play other characters Don't worry about Key, we'll get back to him when the time is right. I have plenty of other characters that are fully worked on and others that need development still. Any thoughts for what you know you want to do?
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 30, 2016 3:48:00 GMT -5
idk I'm really craving angst / war type thing where every move could be a character's last
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Aug 30, 2016 3:49:30 GMT -5
ehehehhehehehehehe one second.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Aug 30, 2016 3:50:33 GMT -5
This is from my Plot rp. No one's claimed it so I figured I'd suggest it and see if you're interested in it or want to make tweaks.
Long ago, two great beings were forged by the hands of man. One was made under the light of the sun, the other under the secrecy of night. The two begins, upon waking, entered a fearful battle that lasted for many years, molding the earth with each strike. They fought until exhaustion claimed them both. In their dying breaths, the beings created the Children, unique and wondrous creatures. The Children, separated by their origins, carried on their parents battle. The Children of Light were small and alone they were little threat. They were blessed with the power to bestow great strength upon a single individual and promised greatness to those who aided them in the fight against the Children of Night. The Children of Night, on the other hand, were large beasts, but they carried now power. To balance themselves against the heroes blessed by the Children of Light, they began to summon heroes of their own. The Children of Night could contract more than one hero, up to five sometimes, and they drew power from them, determined to fight their own battles. Over time, the Children of Light grew more and more successful in eliminating the Children of Night. Finally, one Child of Night remained. Their heroes slain by the Light and left without power, they desperately attempt to forge a connection with a hero. Who else do they find, but a human who stole power from a Child of Light. Both are wanted, both are in danger. Perhaps the answer is an alliance?
(Clarification: A Child of Light ranges from 3-12 inches tall and may take any single form. Children of Night range from 6-12 feet tall and often have beast-like bodies. Heroes who ally with the Light become powerful individuals (i.e. your paladin/tank) but only one hero can be blessed per Child of Light. If the Child of Light dies with a hero bonded to them, the hero keeps their power. A hero bonded to a Child of Night may be one of many, and if they want power they must train themselves with the help of the Night. A Child of Night may only draw power from heroes that it has bonded with and are within a 30-foot radius of themselves. A common strategy for hunting Night is to separate the Child from the heroes or slay the heroes and then target the Night. In this rp, it is up to whoever plays the Hero how they got their power from the Child of Light.)
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 30, 2016 3:57:20 GMT -5
It's a little confusing ... I don't know if its the plot for me ... but before I say no, I just want some clarification.
There was a battle. Children were born from the dying bodies of the fighters? These Children had the power to banish darkness from other children? And a human has stolen a light's power and a ....
yeah thats where it looses me.
I don't think this is for me sorry val ;~;
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Aug 30, 2016 3:59:34 GMT -5
X3
More, the Children are fighting for dominance, which means Light or Night would be the only Children remaining at the end.
its fine, there's other thoughts (and plots no one claimed) I can probably fire ideas for a while until we settle on something we like. I'm trying to pull an all-nighter.
You like fantasy? We can do something Modern. Powers, maybe?
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 30, 2016 4:03:45 GMT -5
Fantasy is p good. Hmmmm.... Maybe Dragon Hunter x Dragon during a war?
Say, modern day where it was socially accepted to be a monster/powered/etc but there was a group that came up and started killing dragons/other creatures and they convinced the other humans that they're really bad and its been going on for years now and there's been so many deaths but only on the dragon's side?
idk
(If we did do this I would like to be the dragon. Your character could be powered maybe??)
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Aug 30, 2016 4:06:10 GMT -5
(I might have an idea for this, yessssss :3 This works well~ Where would you want to start this?)
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 30, 2016 4:08:40 GMT -5
Hmmmm my character will be female, but she's bi so ... I hope that's okay.
Perhaps we could start just before your character finds mine?
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Aug 30, 2016 4:13:17 GMT -5
(Alright. I'll just be a moment then. Do you want to start or should I?)
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 30, 2016 4:16:01 GMT -5
Could you?
(Maybe you character has just caught mine in her humaniod form? (which is when she is most vunrable))
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Aug 30, 2016 4:17:03 GMT -5
(Ah, just a moment then.)
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Aug 30, 2016 4:30:07 GMT -5
Aarow had followed the scouting party out past the usual borders of where they patrolled. He hadn't been present the night before when another group set out snares and traps, but now as evening fell on the edge of the abandoned suburbs, they'd been sent out to check for catches or signs of sabotage. This area had once been well populated by creatures and their families, but since the fighting started, most such places were left to ruin. It hadn't been more than just a couple years, and already the roads were badly cracked as strange and new life began to grow, sprouting and pushing through the weakest points of the asphalt and cement and coating the neighborhood in thick grass and ivy.
He'd been recruited less than a year ago. Though the human side of the conflict had suffered minimal losses, the groups in charged had chosen to rally support by acting as though the damage was greater than it really was, even resorting to drafting any who had no way of arguing against the assignment. He'd turned eighteen, and with no family to speak of, he'd been picked up the moment the foster system could no longer hold custody over him. He'd been cautious to keep to himself and avoid attention. He knew training was more rigorous, more dangerous when they knew a hunter had powers. He'd refrained from using it, something he was actually quite poor at, and he'd been able to hide amongst the ranks of a normal foot soldier. It was just... it was better this way. He'd probably be someplace much more dangerous if they knew.
The first trap they found had been triggered, but was empty. With there being no signs of it being disarmed or broken, the others in the group agreed it had misfired or missed a target. They gathered it up and tossed it to Aarow, leaving him to carry the heavy wire. He was thankful for the thick gloves that were part of the uniform. He'd have been barbed and scratched pretty badly by the sharp ends of the netting had he not been wearing them. It took him a second to fold up the net into a manageable lump before going after the others. He received the butt-end of assignments often, he was smaller than the rest and newer to the field. It was to be expected. They'd probably have him set up the trap somewhere else ahead.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 30, 2016 4:38:13 GMT -5
Aoife had been stupid. Very, very stupid. She had landed outside the human's boundaries to give her wings a break. It had been a long time since she had set foot on the ground, and she missed the feeling of grass ... despite there not being any, she was still glad to have dirt underneath her toes once more. She moved in her humaniod form because it was easier to avoid attention. She was everything that wasn't human. Her whole body was covered in scales, she had horns sticking out from her scruffy black hair and her yellow eyes made her very much not human. It was how she had always look, and as a child, when this war started, she had thought that it was okay to be like this.
She stepped around cautiously, looking for a place to get some water, or hopefully some food to settle her growling stomach. She couldn't remember the last time she ate. It was with this train of thought that distracted her so much that she triggered the trap. She managed to avoid the lethal blow of the iron spear, but it sliced her side and silvery-blue blood immediately soaked through her cotton tunic. She looked around desperately and struggled away into the bushes, her breathing laboured as the wound burned.
(hope this is okay x3)
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Aug 30, 2016 4:50:02 GMT -5
(It's perfectly fine. ) The sound of a spear cracking against the brick exterior of one of the buildings caught the attention of the scouting party, and those who had their hands free drew their weapons. Guns and proven ineffective against the beasts' scaly hides and their leathery wings were too large to be truly afflicted by a few measly bullets, so it was more common to carry weapons for close-quarters combat and to leave heavy artillery to designated groups. The most ranged weapon any regular soldier carried was a fairly heavy net launcher. The pods were perhaps the size of potatoes, and when launched, the nets stretched a fair distance for being made of a lighter wire. Aarow, having his hands full with the net, was unable to arm himself, but he trailed after the others as they charged ahead. Best to avoid begin singled out as unloyal or unreliable, even if it was dangerous. As they found where the iron spear had launched from and splintered against the wall, one of the older party members found drops and smears of blood on the concrete, trailing away from the suburbs and toward the wilds. There were very few creatures that came this close to the ruins, but he knew dragon's blood when he saw it. "It's fresh. The beast isn't far. Keep your eyes peeled." He ordered as he moved ahead. The others swiftly joined him, leaving Aarow to bring up the rear.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 30, 2016 4:59:13 GMT -5
Aoife could hear the hunters footsteps and she was silently glad that she was able to move without making much of a sound, but the blood dripping from her side was a direct line as to where she was and she knew that she wouldn't last long in this state. She knew that if she changed now, she wouldn't be able to fly with this would. She glanced over her shoulder as she came by a ruined pillar. She pressed her back against in and breathed deeply to try and control the pain. It didn't do much for her and she felt tears run down her face.
She didn't want to die like this. She didn't want to be made an example of while in humanoid form. She let out a gasp of pain as she leant forward and started to circle around the hunting party, gripping the wound tighter so to hopefully stop the bleeding. She took her tunic off and set it alight before pressing it against her side. It did little for her but numb the pain. She dropped the burnt tunic to the ground and continued on. The pain was making her think irrationally.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Aug 30, 2016 5:15:45 GMT -5
The party continued forward, following the trail as the silvery drops became fresher and more frequent. Aarow, being only a few meters behind the others, didn't give much effort for actually watching the trail himself since they seemed pretty on top of it. He'd seen dragon's blood before - soldiers returned with their weapons and uniforms coated and splattered with the metallic life essence - as well as scales, horns, claws, and even a few eyes that had been claimed as trophies (some people claimed they held mystical properties but it was all sort of off-putting), but he'd never seen a full, living dragon before. He was nervous about that. Some stories claimed dragons were impossibly large and very sly, tricky beasts. He'd heard tales of their devastating breath-weapons, how a single blast could be seen for miles around and of the wide-spread damage they were capable of. How were six soldiers, armed only with nets and blades, to trap and slay such a creature?
"There, doubling back!"
He heard the shout from up ahead as one of the sharp-shooters spotted movement darting amid the ruins. They'd seen the dragon? He hadn't even heard the sound of... his thoughts trailed as he looked in the direction the scout pointed. The others were lifting and aiming their nets at what looked like a lizard girl. What about the earthshaking weight? What about the sweeping tail that could mow down four rows of men?
The dragon was only as big as they were, and for all its potential, it was fleeing? Maybe it was a different creature, misidentified? A hybrid, even?
He couldn't stop to question it now. The scout leader had moved back toward him and taken the heavy netting from his hands. "Draw your weapon and prepare to launch." He barked, charging ahead as he untangled the heavy hooked net. He intended for the lighter nets to trip the dragon up and slow it so he could properly ensure it. The hooks wouldn't do much to pierce the scales, but they were good at catching and snagging, making the net hard to escape.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 30, 2016 5:25:12 GMT -5
Aoife looked up as the scout spotted her and she once again cursed her incompetence. She shakily ran a hand over her face and turned away, breathing a line of fire between the scouts and herself as she stepped away from them. She curled up her lip and tried to look threatening, despite her small size. The wound itself now was debilitating as it was, but if she shifted now she would be slain within moments. She took a few more steps back, moving cautiously, eyes darting to all of the scouts.
Aoife growled quietly.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Aug 30, 2016 5:34:31 GMT -5
Even if it wasn't the breath weapon he'd heard of, it was still heart-stopping to see a line of flames leave the creature's body and set the ground ablaze. He'd stopped advancing to aim down the sight of the net launch, but he couldn't focus to fire.
There were stories of fear. Unnatural, magical even, brought on by the presence of the great beasts. Stories that claimed even the most iron-willed commanders lost their bearings when faced with a fully grown dragon. But that wasn't what Aarow felt. The hesitation and discomfort of the weight of the weapon in his hand wasn't something that had stopped him in training, but here it was different. He couldn't understand exactly what it was. Perhaps it was just first-fight nerves? This was technically the first combat he'd seen.
He lowered the weapon as the scout leader was joined by two more of the party, both of them switching out the nets for their blades. He wasn't the best shot to begin with, he'd probably miss if he fired and tangle up one of them. The remaining two at either side of him launched their nets over the flames at the dragon as the front row worked their way around the fire and charged toward the beast.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 30, 2016 5:44:48 GMT -5
While trying to get out of the way of the next, she ended up tripping over her feet and falling on the ground. She snarled at them, and her eyes flashed and she pressed against the iron chains of the netting. She snarled again, pressing her face against the net. "How dare you." She snarled, "you have no right to kill us!" She smeared her blood on the netting as she pulled at it. Her wings spread out from her back, leaving terrible burns from the iron. She still wore her humaniod face and as hard as she tried, she couldn't stop the pain. Her eyes flashed to the two approaching scouts and she breathed her fire breath towards them, despite how weak it was in this form.
(ehh.... this post is a little crappy sorry)
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Aug 30, 2016 5:58:20 GMT -5
(It's nothing to apologize for~)
The two scouts moved back quickly at the sight of the blast, though not enough to avoid the leather parts of their uniform from catching embers and starting to burn. They only stopped briefly to beat down the flames before the uniforms were too damaged as the head scout advanced, pulling the netting to a tight close to keep her from moving about. "Brat, bring the muzzle!" He snapped at Aarow, who jumped badly.
After a hesitant look at the dragon, he moved forward, unhooking the mask-like iron muzzle from his belt. It was something that had been put into circulation shortly before Aarow had been pulled for training. A solid piece of curving metal that locked around the back of the head, meant to keep dragons from releasing a breath weapon. He'd been a little puzzled at the size of them at first, but seeing the dragon here, pinned and netted, it made a bit more sense. He started to hand off the muzzle to the head scout, but he received a sharp scowl. "What are you handing it to me for?"
He paused again, giving a wary look to the dragon as he realized the head scout meant for him to muzzle the dragon himself. He didn't want anywhere near that maw if she could shoot fireballs across the ruins at will. At his hesitation, the head scout rolled his eyes and yanked the muzzle from his hands. "Coward." He hissed, reaching through the netting and trying to force the she-dragon's face into the curve of the iron.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 30, 2016 6:09:47 GMT -5
Aoife snarled, snapping at his hand, fire catching in her jaw as she tried to fend him off. She was able to do it for a short time before she was caught and left without a ember to burn. She glared fiercely, snarling from behind the muzzle as she struggled in the netting. The wound on her side was bleeding worse now, and she was weakening in her struggles. She very much tried not to let it show, however.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Aug 30, 2016 6:22:39 GMT -5
The head scout ignored the beast for now, standing upright and pulling the netting sharply to jar her. The sharpshooter grabbed the other end and together they lifted the beast off the ground as they started heading back toward the barracks. For now, they'd try to hold her in the cells and question her. As for after, they'd just have to wait and see.
The walk back to the barracks was a fair distance, but they traveled quickly with the other scouts watching the skies. They were all cautious that the captured beast hadn't been traveling alone. Considering her size, a few assumed a parent or perhaps a sibling might be nearby. If she were to raise a fuss and begin trying to call for aid, there might be a problem, and they wanted to be ready. Though they traveled in silence, Aarow kept receiving a nasty glare from the head scout. Oh, he wasn't going to get out of this one...
As they came to the front gates, a number of other soldiers paused in their on-goings, stopping to gawk at the captured dragon. It was uncommon for one to be taken in alive, and she was the first one this particular base had managed to trap. The head scout and sharp-shooter progressed without stopping to receive praise, opening the heavy door to the stockades and dragging the dragon down the steps into a stone cellar lined with iron-barred cells. Without checking her wound or untangling the netting, the opened a cell door, tossed the beast in, and locked the gate
Aarow had followed a fair distance, but he'd been stopped outside the stockades, almost immediately burdened with the task of returning equipment to its proper storage units as the others from the group headed off to get water.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 30, 2016 6:32:59 GMT -5
Aofie hadn't bothered to struggle as she was bought in. Like this, she couldn't fight back away, and should she escape, she would likely be killed on sight. Her blood dripped onto the grass from the wound and she snarled quietly as she shifted to cover it again. She glared at every hunter who looked at her any longer than a few moments. She was feeling quite worse for wear now, and most of all, she was so, so afraid as to what would happen to her.
Once she was thrown in the cage, she stretched her wings out, moaning from the burn from the iron as she tried to force herself out of the netting. She gripped at the wound in her side, biting back a whimper. At least now she was alone.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Aug 30, 2016 6:42:24 GMT -5
As the head scout came up from the stockades, he spotted Aarow sorting the equipment and he walked over toward him. Aarow was unaware of the older man's presence until he felt the back of the man's glove across the top of his head. With a small yelp and a sharp flinch, he turned quickly and did his best to stand without shaking as the older soldier began shouting at him.
He didn't register much of what was begin said - it was a little easier to tune out and nod quietly most days. As the scout began to draw his long-winded scolding to a close, Aarow tuned back in in time to hear his next order. "Get our nets back and handcuff the beast properly. I'll be back with the Commander and we'll start questioning. Another hesitation like that in the future and I'll see you thrown to the wilds without even a knife to defend yourself with."
Aarow gave a small dip of his head as the scout walked off and he headed to the stockades, opening the door with some difficulty and entering. He walked down the stairs as quietly as he was able, trying to avoid the dragon's attention.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 30, 2016 6:49:12 GMT -5
Aoife was curled in the very far corner of the cage, her wings curled around her. The net lay abandoned on the side of the cage, her blood was all over it and she was shivering where she was. She lifted her head when Aarow came in and she snarled quietly, eyes narrowed as she glared at him fiercely. It was all that she could do, after all.
The iron muzzle had cut into her face and there were thin lines of her silver blood running down her scales chin. She curled her wing closer to her body.
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