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Post by CrackedSkel on Dec 24, 2016 2:43:15 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - - ROLEPLAY - Liam had been moving through the alleyways when he had heard the soft pleas of an uptowner. He sighed and moved over towards the source of the noise. While he didn't care much for uptowners, he didn't like it when the people in his neighbourhood killing them because it only made more cops search the area and it made his job just that much harder. He sighed once he saw the pair, eyes narrowed.
"The last thing I need is more cops in this area." He said fiercely as he approached the two of them. His limp making him seem significantly less intimidating. He glared at the girl. "Get." He glanced down at Remiel, narrowing his eyes cautiously before turning his attention back to the female. "They're mine." -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by ascendant on Dec 24, 2016 2:47:16 GMT -5
hmm, i'm not too great with every detail /w colonial times but it would certainly be interesting. modern times could take a different spin on things, though- like what if magic users weren't one in a million? or if they functioned like hp wizards where there's an underground society? that would be fun, especially if the setting is suburban tbh.
i'd like to take B if that's good /w you.
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Post by venus on Dec 24, 2016 3:06:09 GMT -5
hi! i'd love to rp with you c: would you mind doing a duplicate for the kings among runaways plot? if not, i'd love to do the do i wanna know plot.
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Post by floruit on Dec 24, 2016 3:11:11 GMT -5
[ ascendant: if we do modern day, maybe magic is pretty common but highly regulated because it's super volatile. so only highly skilled magic users are allowed to mess with the Serious Stuff like curses. your oc might be a prodigy, or they might be doing things illegally to learn more or help themselves. and you taking b is cool with me! ] “Oh, look out, it’s Mister Rhett, here to tell us how to handle our business. How intimidating,” one of the thugs—this one a boy clearly still in his teens—drawled, before being elbowed in the gut by his friend. “Hush! You don’t want to mess with someone who actually knows what they’re doing. How long have you been on the streets? Two years? You’re lucky I’m here to keep you from getting yourself killed,” she muttered, giving Liam a quick nod as she urged the boy out of the alleyway. “And don’t start whining, or I’ll give you something to whine about, you hear?” As the pair hurried away, Remiel straightened up and wiped the blood and tears from their face. “What do you want with me?” Their voice was still strained, but they had managed to pull themselves together in the few moments it took for the thugs to get out of there. They assumed this guy was part of the same lot, otherwise the others wouldn’t be listening to him. At least he wasn’t waving a knife around. That was a slight improvement. And there was something wrong with his leg—if they had to, they could escape. They tensed up, eyes darting towards the street.
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Post by floruit on Dec 24, 2016 3:15:41 GMT -5
[ venus: i've already got two versions of king among runaways going, but if we make it significantly different i'm willing to do a version of it with you! i'm always a sucker for characters who know Nothing getting paired with a really experienced person who is just baffled by how little they understand. i am weak. but if you don't have any ideas you'd wanna use for the runaway plot, do i wanna know? is also Wonderful and My Fave. all these plots are my fave tho. what characters would you be interested in for either plot? ]
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Post by ascendant on Dec 24, 2016 3:23:18 GMT -5
ooh, that would be a good idea. tbh my oc could have retreated to a suburban area so that they could test things in peace at the edge of the populated area instead of being in a city and being regulated much more heavily bc cities are hubs for magical folk k this seems good uvu
here's a real quick ref for my char--
autumn nakar ;; a smaller person at 5'1", he/they're quite the self trained magic user. not in elements but in the psychic field- telekinesis, telepathy, scrying and working on self transfiguration. it's a highly illegal practice, though, so they've retreated to the edge of the suburbs to work on mastery of this. to keep their bad little apartment he works part time at a bookstore and wanders the surrounding woods and rivers in their spare time. -short ginger hair, thin, needs glasses -skin a medium tone- not dark, not light -clothing differs but v v stylish
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Post by venus on Dec 24, 2016 3:29:24 GMT -5
oh boy, alrighty! honestly just same i love runaways and also that whole dynamic is just...so good tbh!! for kings among runaways, i kinda had the idea of muse A not only simply wanting to go back? but people vehemently searching them out as well, maybe because there's no one else to step up to the throne. maybe they're gone for much longer than expected and the current whoevers-in-charge dies and whatnot. idk?? its just a thought and everythings like even higher stakes than at first thought. i have characters that would work quite well for both muses, but i think muse A would be a very fun role. for 'do i wanna know,' i think i'd prefer muse B. c:
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Post by CrackedSkel on Dec 24, 2016 3:36:23 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - - ROLEPLAY - Liam looked at them, his eyes were still narrowed, but in a less sinister and more calculating way. "I don't need any more cops on this turf. It's hard enough living down here without your kind coming down and causing trouble for the rest of us." He said bitterly, twisting his hand on his cane as if it was some kind of muscle memory. He tilted his head to the side. "What's a little brat like you doing down here anyway? Is there not enough food and money to go around up where you live? Because if that's the case you're not going to find anything here."
He hobbled a little closer, past Remiel and standing in his way. "And don't think about running," He smiled in an almost sinister way. "I know these streets like the back of my cane. Despite the fact that I can't run doesn't mean that you'll get away." -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by floruit on Dec 24, 2016 4:55:17 GMT -5
[ ascendant: speed fast bio bc i am very tired. ossian -- he/him - tallish (5'9" or thereabouts) and slim - long (waist length) white-blond hair, dark eyes, freckles - dresses like you would expect a person to dress if they were raised in the woods by non-humans (he does wear clothes sometimes, but transforming between monster and human tears them up so it's not usually worth it) - monster form looks like a deeply off-putting combination of a white deer and a human that is a quite a bit taller than six feet, not including antlers - can do magic, primarily illusion magic and other types that involve warping others' perceptions of events. interested in transfiguration magic but unable to perform it on himself. venus: oooh i like it. maybe in this my character is enlisted to help find the missing heir (you know all the shady people, do this and we'll let past crimes slide) but realizes they can absolutely use this to their advantage by not giving up their location immediately and helping them stay hidden. ] "Brat? Do I look like a child to you?" They were attempting to hide their fear with vitriolic responses, and it was at least somewhat convincing. "I know you know I'm not poor or starving. One look can tell you that much. I only came here so I could see this place for myself. I didn't do anything to warrant being cornered in an alleyway." That all wasn't true. They had left their home with the intention of staying away, but being attacked had weakened their resolve. For the time being, they were mostly focused on getting away. "I wasn't going to try running." Another lie. "But you have no reason to keep me here. Just let me go. It's not like you risk losing anything." Remiel spoke confidently, but they weren't that naive. They were sure some people would kill an Aev just for the prestige, and thoughts of the most effective means of escape were going through their head as they stared down Liam. Wait. Was their face still bleeding? That took away most of what little intimidation they could have hoped for.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Dec 24, 2016 5:14:34 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - - ROLEPLAY - Liam moved slightly closer to the wall so he could lean slightly against it as he lifted the cane and poked it into Remiel's chest. "I don't care what you look like. You're here and you're not welcome. You've seen this place now, and I'll bet you think that it's not all it's all cracked up to be." He placed the cane back on the ground and proceeded to lean on it once more. "I risk possibly losing my home, you'll likely go home and brag to all your friends about how you met the thief who can't walk and who saved you from some thugs who were going to kill him. You can use you Aves chip to go into a body that doesn't have the scars of this past horrible experience and you'll expose me and everyone that I protect around here." He stepped aside.
"But if you're here to look around and try to live it out here and be someone you're not by all means. Don't come crying to me when you get yourself caught. You know nothing about this part of the world and I hope that you realise this before you get yourself killed. Lots of people around here would love to slaughter an Ave that wandered too far from home." -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2016 10:51:39 GMT -5
ohhh I'd love to claim the it's time to run plot! Tho I won't be very active these next couple of days because of christmas and some family visiting if that's alright,, ;c
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Post by вlue вlood on Dec 24, 2016 11:10:51 GMT -5
hey blue! i'm totally open to that. i actually really like taking the same plot in radically different directions. are you interested in doing anything in particular with it, as far as specific ideas or genre? thank you so much omg i worked really hard on all of these and honestly i love making plots? especially really open ended ones you can do so much with. aahh maybe some kind of fantasy thing if that would be of interest? ok i'm really bad at ideas haha but i'm pretty open to most things c: my history knowledge is like nil so I'm maybe a bit limited in terms of realistic time settings haha but that's about it :0
omg well it shows and its wonderful and i aspire to your unreachable greatness tbh like they're all so unique and cool damnn
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Post by ascendant on Dec 24, 2016 15:34:28 GMT -5
ahh he sounds wonderful!!! the smol bby and the tol bby interacting together will be great
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Post by floruit on Dec 24, 2016 16:27:57 GMT -5
[ @statice: oh man don't worry that's totally fine! i will put you down for it when i edit the first post. any character preferences or hing you wanna do with the plot? blueblood: But if we do fantasy we can set it in an alternate universe and not worry about being true to the time period. also i assure you this greatness is not unreachable for every one of these plots i just listened to a cool song like 43 times in a row. i think all of these are song plots tbh? ascendant : would you like me to start? it may be a bit but i will get it done as soon as i can. ] Remiel slapped the cane away from their chest. The only thing preventing them from actually attempting to take it from the man was a fear of how he might respond. "I'm not going to expose you unless you try to hurt me. You helped me out. I wouldn't just leave you to the mercy of the police. Everyone knows they're only merciful who can afford it," they said with a shrug. Sure, the officials were corrupt and that was wrong, but it didn't really affect them. "What are you talking about?" From the stories they had heard, those who couldn't escape the slums learned to only care about themselves. Doing anything else was too risky. Other people would only drag them down. "You protect people here? Who? And why? And why would you lose your home over this?" Now that they no longer feared dying in the next fifteen seconds or so, the curiosity and stubborness that had led them here had returned. "I'm here because I know that I know nothing, and I want to learn. Besides, why should I care if I die? It doesn't matter anyway. I'll lose the memories of a day, but does that really matter to an Aev like me? You can't scare me." They straightened up a little more, never breaking eye contact. "Why are you helping me, anyway? Don't you hate me, and everyone like me?"
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Post by CrackedSkel on Dec 24, 2016 16:30:41 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - i'll reply in a moment. just gotta do some cleaning up.
merry christmas! - ROLEPLAY - -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by floruit on Dec 24, 2016 17:29:03 GMT -5
[ @wingdings: ok!
@alphonse: sure! statice had first claim on which muses they want, though, since they got prior claim on it. that reminds me that i need to add everyone to the front page now. ]
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Post by ascendant on Dec 24, 2016 18:21:25 GMT -5
if you wouldn't mind. uvu i have a family meeting to go to soon so i wouldnt be able to do a great starter.
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Bluespur
I like a lot of anime. If you want to talk about some, don't be a stranger.
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Post by Bluespur on Dec 24, 2016 18:23:05 GMT -5
[ @wingdings: ok! @alphonse: sure! statice had first claim on which muses they want, though, since they got prior claim on it. that reminds me that i need to add everyone to the front page now. ] ( That's fine by me ^^ first come first serve. I just wasn't quick enough haha. )
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Post by вlue вlood on Dec 24, 2016 18:46:29 GMT -5
ahah that works perfectly then c: is there any kind of fantasy elements you'd be particularly interested in? i'm so bad w plot ideas oml
&& songs are good inspiration yee <3
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Post by floruit on Dec 24, 2016 18:58:01 GMT -5
[ i'm about to go to dinner but i will get up proper responses after that!
@alphonse: are there any specific directions you wanna take the plot in?
@blueblood: hmm, i'm always down for nonstandard interpretations of magic. it's interesting when in universe magic is extremely hazardous and outlawed but people still attempt to work with it. I'll think on it tho and see if i can come up with more ideas. ]
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Post by вlue вlood on Dec 24, 2016 19:02:38 GMT -5
mm that sounds great to me! c8 have a nice dinner!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2016 19:45:56 GMT -5
if it's cool with you, I think I'd prefer muse A. I like rping spoiled characters like royalty lol. And what you have sound good! I can't think of anything I'd like to adjust so...I guess we can just plot more and share ideas as they come? ^^
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Post by floruit on Dec 24, 2016 20:09:39 GMT -5
[ @blueblood: so, do you wanna get characters sorted out and then start? Skittles: okay! so what do you wanna do? @statice: that's fine by me! if you don't have anything to add, we can go ahead and write up our characters. @alphonse: so, are you cool with having muse b? ]
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Bisexual
Skittles
like my posts so i reply faster !
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Post by Skittles on Dec 24, 2016 20:30:23 GMT -5
[ Skittles: okay! so what do you wanna do? ] ( something to do with high school ppl. What do you want to do? )
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Post by floruit on Dec 24, 2016 22:05:19 GMT -5
ascendant: The night was quiet. Nights were always quiet in these woods. There was something about them that kept humans away, a strange presence always lurking just out of view. Ossian was accustomed to the feelings, but it was still unpleasant. It made him feel like there were always eyes on him, unblinking, eternally watching. That was why he kept looking behind himself as he wandered through the trees. The only thing he could see in the faint moonlight was his own tracks in the snow. Looking at them made him sick to his stomach. They were monstrous, just like him. Even when he managed to forget his appearance for a moment—the horns, the hoofs, the mouth full of teeth that were far too long and far too sharp—reminders of it constantly followed him. He got himself through each night by finding distractions, but it was difficult, especially as winter went on and on and the nights grew longer. On nights like this, he liked to walk to the edge of the woods and look out on the suburbs. The lull of traffic and barking dogs helped drown out his thoughts. He could sit like that for hours, a silent observer, before disappearing into the woods before dawn. It was dangerous, and he knew his mother wouldn’t approve if she ever found out about it, but that didn’t stop him. Besides, it wasn’t as if he didn’t take precautions. Right now, Ossian was swathed in illusion magic. Anyone who looked his way wouldn’t see him. They would see a strange patch of shadows, an oddly shaped tree, maybe the silhouette of a deer or a dog in the underbrush. A seasoned illusionist might be able to break through the façade for a few moments, while normal humans wouldn’t suspect a thing. Magic users might sense an unusual form of magic in the area. If they were discerning, they would guess there was a fae or forest spirit in the area. That wouldn’t be quite right, but it would be enough for them to focus their attention elsewhere and for Ossian to slip away. He didn’t even really need to use such sophisticated magic. Ossian had been coming to this place since his mother has first started letting him explore the woods unsupervised, and he was an adult now. His mother still treated him like a child, but a decade was not much more than a day in her mind. She was as old as the forest—older, perhaps. He had never asked about her birth. That was a question for another time. Right now, the only thing he could focus on was his overwhelming feeling of want. He wanted to enter the suburbs, to walk among the houses, to see how he might have lived had he not been cursed. He wanted it badly enough to step out of the forest and, still wreathed in a shroud of magic that shielded him from those who might harm him, keep going when he realized nothing was holding him back. His good luck didn’t last long, however. He was walking along a sidewalk where the snow had been disturbed too much for his tracks to be visible when he stepped on a patch of ice. Ossian struggled to regain his footing for a moment before landing hard on the snow dusted asphalt. His concentration shattered as one of his antlers broke, and the illusion melted away. He looked down at the blood stained snow let out the low moan of a wounded animal. He needed to get up, get back to the woods where things were safe, but he was too disoriented to stand, much less flee to safety.
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Post by floruit on Dec 24, 2016 22:10:26 GMT -5
[ @alphonse: ok rad! character bio time? Skittles: honestly i tend to prefer more fantastical plots. i'm always a sucker for general spooky happenings, supernatural stuff, super powers, and so on and so forth. ]
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Post by CrackedSkel on Dec 24, 2016 22:29:14 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - woah sorry for poofing completely/ christmas day is so busy TT_TT
i'm not sure how to respond. x3 I'm sorry - ROLEPLAY - -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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