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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Sept 24, 2016 14:06:00 GMT -5
{ alright robin~ when you finish your forms feel free to jump in anywhere }
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Sept 24, 2016 14:06:01 GMT -5
[ sadja my love, my wife! also: goddangit honey what's up with the nice headers you be slaying the aesthetics. imma default to comic sans for everything from now on. anyways, i went home for the weekend because gosh diddly darn has the last week been a mess, so i'll get some starters up today. it's been almost a month since i've written anything at all (science major life) so prepare for choppy and short.]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Sept 24, 2016 14:07:48 GMT -5
{ nice posts formats are the only thing keeping my alive. you know i'm dying when i stop using them. if you ever use comic sans in this rp i WILL start crying. do not push my briar! }
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Post by koi on Sept 24, 2016 14:13:24 GMT -5
[ i was gonna bring back eden's rainbow comic sans for naomhan but then i realized i'd get kicked out on my first post. ]
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Post by servalstrike on Sept 24, 2016 14:21:06 GMT -5
(you wouldn't just get kicked out there bud, you'd be flat out murdered. i wish i could bring sadja back full time but alas i cannot u-u or at the very least i shouldn't...unless i get enough applause)
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Post by chipster321 on Sept 24, 2016 14:38:17 GMT -5
(For some reason I already ship it XD)
Vivi headed outside of the cave and looked around for the berry bushes. She spotted them after a little while, but she didn't think they looked right. She blinked and rubbed her eyes before slowly heading over. She blinked again before slowly crouching down. The leaves seemed a bit...brown. She looked at the berries. Some of them were starting to shrivel up. The bushes were starting to die. "...Winter most certainly is coming fast." She mumbled, now fully awake. She picked what she could, which wasn't a lot, before standing up and heading back inside.
She glanced around for Monroe as she put the berries in a bowl. When she spotted him she made her way over quickly, her blue eyes more awake now. "Hey Monroe, uh...the bushes outside, the ones with the berries, they are...well they're starting to die, probably from the cold." She said awkwardly, scratching the back of her head.
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Post by servalstrike on Sept 24, 2016 15:11:40 GMT -5
( XD Really? But they've barely interacted)
Monroe Ó Fithcheallaigh:
Monroe hummed a little to himself as he prepared breakfast, now that the water in the pot was boiling he could cut up some potatoes and maybe a chunk of meat or two. Which only reminded him that they needed to hunt again. Something he was still wary of doing after the humans were so on edge. Perhaps if he got together a small group they could take down a deer? Or he could go out alone, if it were just him he’d only be able to catch a rabbit or two but at least the others would be safe in hiding.
Sometimes it felt like they were always hiding. As though they only got to see the sun once a month. Monroe wondered if he was being too paranoid or overly cautious, that was most likely the cause of Naomhan going out on his own at night when he should be resting in the cave. He couldn't help but to smother the poor boy, he cared too much. All too well he knew how unfair it was, and no matter how often he told himself it was for their own good he just couldn’t bring himself to believe it.
Standing at the a table near the fireplace that was covered in food and bowls he began to chop potatoes as he lost himself in thought. His deft fingers never missing a beat as he brought the knife down in a rhythmic formation. Monroe loved to craft, even food. Though his meals weren’t exactly the best, in fact sometimes they were just plain awful (especially when he tried to make pastries of any kind) he loved to do it.
A voice brought him back from the clouded depths of his mind. Blinking away the fog of his thoughts he set down the knife and turned to Vivi with a charming smile. “Aw it seems the threat of winter has evaded everyone, no one wanted to believe it was coming until it stared them stark in the face.” He joked a little. With a wave of his hand he replied, “Vivian, of course the berries are dying. They die every year if the birds don’t eat them all first, but that’s all the more reason to bring them in as soon as we can you know. We’ll keep picking and eating them so long as they’re still good.” Though her concern was almost amusing to him he knew that there was deeper meaning to it. Yes, the berries were dying and winter was just on the horizon. With a shrug he brushed the subject away. "Would you like to help me prepare breakfast? I think my brother has slunk off to bed already."
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Post by chipster321 on Sept 24, 2016 15:40:29 GMT -5
(Tis' my ship senses XD)
Vivi blushed in embarrassment a little. "Sorry, it just seemed a little early for them to be dying." She responded. Winter could be hard on them due to shortage of food, and she was just a bit worried. "And sure I'll help! You better not be making any pastries though." She gave a teasing smirk. She then tucked her hair behind her ears so none of it wouldn't fall in the food.
She took the already sliced potatoes and put as many as she could into a hard iron pan, and started to sprinkle some of the spices they had onto them before she started to cook them in fire place, making sure to take them out every so often to stir them around. Katie was good at cooking some things, though she was average at others. But she was good at potatoes, they did have them often after all.
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Post by koi on Sept 24, 2016 15:51:46 GMT -5
naomhan ó fithcheallaigh
-- Even Monroe’s first words of the day to Naomhan are eloquent, casually dripping in elegance; just with his description of the forest in winter has Naomhan scrunching his nose like a child, eyes narrowing, a thin layer of amusement on his features, the rest being indignation. Y’see, this is another place in which the brothers differ. Naomhan is not wordy, cannot paint structures and promises with the lilt of his tone, the type of boy who’d accidentally say “thank you” to a love confession (not that that’s happened, or anything, but god forbid someone did harbour more than slightly fond feelings for Naomhan, because the kid would probably say “My mom said I can’t be out after dark. I gotta go home right now,” in the middle of the day, in the middle of his home, not excluding the fact that Naomhan does not have a mother, because Naomhan is like a newborn deer when it comes to his words; lanky, stilled, awkward, fumbling). The type of boy who tries to compliment and the same few words come out of his mouth regardless of how many times he’s said it, tacks on a smile at the end of his sentences like an unsteady, I suppose I have to. This is not to say that Naomhan is actually rude; it’s simply that his vocabulary is lacking and there are only so many ways you can suck up to one person on a daily basis.
There is no sucking up happening with his brother and himself. Just a silly face traded back in exchange for Monroe’s insistence that Naomhan is a little dense, a little thick (in the skull, I mean. He's not skinny in that ribs-on-display way, not really, but his thighs could be better). There is no need to impress, just a half-lidded, half-glare; Naomhan tries not to look dense, but his neutral expression is one that probably tempts many people to knock on his head and ask, is anyone in there?
Of course there’s someone in there; just a rather quiet, non intrusive someone. Even with his brother, he keeps mostly quiet, communicates with a deadpan, indignant look that he sends his way, doesn’t even try to argue that dense comment; just nudges him with his shoulder, moves back over to the fire as his brother takes the lead in preparing the food, sits in front of it in a heap of furs and rustled hair. He’d set down a few plates, that was enough for now, it was sleep time. (it wasn’t that Naomhan was lazy, or anything, it was just that—yeah, okay, fair enough, he kinda was.) Naomhan was always told as a child that he was simply shy; maybe because he did not speak much, had crossed arms near to constantly as either a method of keeping himself shielded or to maintain body heat. He wasn’t so sure that was the exact case, anymore; he wasn’t so much shy as he was simply scared of getting told off.
To say it in the nicest way possible, Naomhan is a shameless hussy for even the tiniest inkling of approval and attention.
“Wait, wait,” starts Naomhan, stirred from his warm, warm, half-asleep state, “I’m awake. Do you need help?”
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Sept 24, 2016 16:03:17 GMT -5
{ hmmmmm what should i do with mika? i kind of want him to get a hunting party together and mess with some wolves. what do you guys think? }
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Post by chipster321 on Sept 24, 2016 16:06:50 GMT -5
(Do it do it do it!)
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Post by koi on Sept 24, 2016 16:10:15 GMT -5
[ that'd be fun! you should do it! ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Sept 24, 2016 16:13:51 GMT -5
{ then it's settled! anyone have an huntsmen characters they want to tag along? }
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Post by koi on Sept 24, 2016 16:16:59 GMT -5
[ i? may put sioni in. could be a good place to introduce my Troubled Son(tm). ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Sept 24, 2016 16:19:15 GMT -5
{ it's alright~ if you don't have any muse don't force yourself. this might just be a mika solo mission. who knows! }
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Sept 24, 2016 16:58:59 GMT -5
{ oooooh NO WAIT! BETTER IDEA! what if the werewolves went hunting? }
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Post by chipster321 on Sept 24, 2016 17:00:18 GMT -5
(I think the red huntsmen would be more interesting.)
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Post by servalstrike on Sept 24, 2016 17:02:39 GMT -5
(ok yes i'm with you! i have holland if we decide on the red huntsmen! but if they decide to go hunting they could run into some regular hunters from the village who heard they the red huntsmen will pay a heavy price for a wolfs head)
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Sept 24, 2016 17:06:01 GMT -5
{ alrighty~ should it just be mika and holland then? }
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Post by chipster321 on Sept 24, 2016 17:08:50 GMT -5
(I'd send Vivi out to pick some apples and she could run into them! But she'd be in human form.)
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Sept 24, 2016 17:11:30 GMT -5
{ sounds good to me chip! }
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Post by chipster321 on Sept 24, 2016 17:25:25 GMT -5
(On it!)
Vivi eventually pulled out the potatoes and inspected them, making sure they were ready before she would put them out for people to take. Satisfied, she put them into a bowl and placed it on the table. She glanced at the apple basket, which weren't too appealing. "...I'm going to go and pick some more apples, before Winter destroys all of them." She announced. She headed over to her chair and took the shawl that she had draped on it, sliding it onto her shoulders. "I'll be back in a bit." She said as she took the basket that was used to collect food such as apples, potatoes, mushrooms and sometimes berries, though it was a bit big for those.
She then exited the cave, and headed in the direction of the apple trees that they knew of. The crisp morning air nipped at her nose a bit, but she didn't mind so much, it helped wake her up. She hummed a little as she make her her way to the trees, as she would usually do when she was alone. Finally she reached them, and she scanned them for any good or salvageable apples. She stood on her tip toes and started to pick what she could reach.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Sept 24, 2016 17:25:37 GMT -5
[ mind if i have laisren tack on with the hunter patrol? i need a way to introduce him. i'm writing out starters right now. (ignore the fact that i have not even finished my character forms. if i say it is so it is true. ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Sept 24, 2016 17:27:18 GMT -5
{ sounds good to me briar! just toss 'em in there~ }
{ wait.... is her name vivi or katie? }
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Post by chipster321 on Sept 24, 2016 17:28:32 GMT -5
{ sounds good to me briar! just toss 'em in there~ }
{ wait.... is her name vivi or katie? } I usually use Katie but I figured that wouldn't fit the roleplay, I mess up sometimes. Her name is Vivi)
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Post by servalstrike on Sept 24, 2016 17:28:53 GMT -5
Monroe Ó Fithcheallaigh:
“Early?” Monroe chuckled, “Why the first snow should be coming any day so I wouldn’t say it’s too early.” He picked up the rest of his chopped potatoes and tossed them into the boiling water. Avoiding the huddled mass his brother had become. Furrowing his brow at the next comment he pursed his lips together. “My pastries? But my pastries are delicious. Especially my apple pie,” he added with a wink. Monroe was very passionate about his work, even his terrible creations so people usually tried to be polite even when his cooking wasn’t edible. Well everyone but his brother, Naomhan was rather blunt with Monroe when it came to such things.
With a twinge of amusement as Naomhan jumped to the ready he gave a smirk. “Oh? You’re not too tired to help now are you?” Offering his brother a warm smile he patted his head. “Did you go on a morning jog without me? You know I love morning strolls?” He questioned with a pout playing on his lips, as though he was hurt that Naomhan would ever dream of going on a jog without him.
But how could he say no to him when he seemed so eager, if that was even the right word for it, to help. “I’d love your help, Naomhan. How would you like to go into the storage area and pick out that nice pheasant we caught yesterday?”
When Vivi spoke up Monroe glanced over his shoulder "Oh wait, Vivian, please don't do that. I don't want you going to far from the den!" he called after her, but she was already gone.
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Post by chipster321 on Sept 24, 2016 17:33:20 GMT -5
When Vivi spoke up Monroe glanced over his shoulder "Oh wait, Vivian, please don't do that. I don't want you going to far from the den!" he called after her, but she was already gone. (Vivi's a ninja.)
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Sept 24, 2016 17:41:55 GMT -5
{ ah, that makes sense. alright then~ }
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Sept 24, 2016 17:42:17 GMT -5
woods outside arderra | mika revel & Laisren & Holland | late afternoon As much as Mika would have thoroughly enjoyed sticking around and becoming further acquainted with his new underlings he was hardly in the mood for such tedious matters. Which is why he left the first chance he got.
Mounted atop his horse with a pair of wolfhounds in tow, Mika rode at a steady gait through the forests surrounding Arderra. He wasn't twenty minutes into his ride and he was already very sure of one thing.
He was already bored out of his mind.
Based on the stories and rumors he'd heard back at the castle, Mika had been assured that every inch of woodland was heavily infested with werewolves. "Crawling with them" as one maid had so shockingly put it. What the Crown Prince was witnessing, however, put those rumors to rest instantly. The forests he rode through were quiet. Even more so with autumn settling in and winter fast approach. Every creature was either gone or about to be gone.
Mika would have liked to call it peaceful. Serene, even. At least, it would have been if it weren't for the unfortunate matter that Mika was, in fact, lacking companionship. Two other huntsmen had joined him on what was meant to be a short trip that would allow for the prince to get a feel for the forest (and perhaps kill his first wolf). Only just introduced and their names were already firmly planted in his mind: Laisrén ó Coileáin and Holland Holgersen. That was where his knowledge of the two ended.
He glanced at the two from the corner of his eye, watching them with clear disinterest. He was so very tempted to tell them to turn back and head home, but decided against it. What sort of leader would he be without subordinates to command? Not a leader at all, that was for sure.
Speaking of which...
"Holgersen, what is it you do again? Scout? How incredibly useful." His tone was flat, as emotionless as his eyes.
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Post by servalstrike on Sept 24, 2016 18:14:36 GMT -5
Holland Holgersen:
An unpleasant turn of event somehow brought Holland to being apart of the new Captain’s hunting party. He suspected that Sadja had volunteered him as part of his punishment. He couldn’t complain though. Literally. He literally couldn’t complain, he was afraid he’d be killed for “mutiny” or something. So he trudged along after Mika on his horse. The pace painstakingly slow and he would have preferred getting hit with lightning.
The only sounds that filled the air around him were that of the horse's hoofbeats and the panting of the dogs. Everything else was oddly quiet, no birdsong or even the wind in the trees. Perhaps it was a sign of nearby wolves. Or perhaps the animals had smelled Mika coming and fled for their lives. Holland didn’t blame them.
At the sound of Mika’s voice Holland look up trying to keep his expression as blank as his Captain’s, even though on the inside he looked bored and apathetic. He gave a curt nod “Yes, Your Highness, I’m a scout.” He couldn’t tell if he was sincere in calling his job useful or if he was being sarcastic. The distinct lack of emotion and monotone voice made it so very hard to tell. "Would you like for me to scout ahead?" He asked, sounding almost too eager at the prospect of abandoning his company even for a short while.
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