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Post by CrackedSkel on Dec 26, 2016 2:07:59 GMT -5
[ @wingdings: so, to clarify, the princess is basically leading a double life as a criminal for magicy stuff? and this knight is like oh the mage must have access to the castle and basically catches the princess doing Hella Illegal Stuff? because i can totally get behind that. vitiligo, i will reply soon! ] "I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - ye that p much sums it up.
i'll reply shortly, have to do something else real quick - ROLEPLAY - -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by venus on Dec 26, 2016 2:56:56 GMT -5
rlly bad description agh but whatever
Alex Saints; 24; Demigirl (she/her or they/them) A lean beanpole of a person, Alex stands at 5'7", all awkward angles and lanky limbs, as if she had never truly grown out of growing during puberty despite being an adult now. Alex is pale and freckled, and her hair is a deep red, falling loosely past her shoulders, but the girl hopes to cut it short as soon as possible. Thin bangs sweep to the side of her eyes, grey and tired in appearance. Alex is fidgety and energetic, and surprisingly chill she isn't shoved into her stuffy heir role. The girl can't ever really keep still, she has enough energy to burst, and can't ever find anything to do with her hands.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Dec 26, 2016 2:58:29 GMT -5
"Don't worry, it doesn't bite," Remiel said, amused at how revolted the man seemed to be by the chip. "It only latches on to a major nerve and uses that to connect to your brain. Also, it makes you black out for a few seconds while it makes the copy. You'll be disoriented for a little while, but eventually you get used to it. You can't tell that I'm out of it right now, can you?" Truth be told, they were vaguely dizzy and felt weirdly disconnected with the current situation, but those symptoms usually dissipated within a few minutes. Most Aevs only made a copy of themselves before going to sleep. That way, the symptoms didn't create as much discomfort. They were used to the sensations, however, and good at shrugging them off. "Yeah, you got it. A mutually beneficial relationship. Sounds nice, right?" As the man added another condition, the Aev paused briefly, then nodded. "Yeah, I can do that. It'll take a little while to set up the details—find surgeons willing to look the other way, you know how it is—but it's entirely possible. You sure you don't want a new body, though?" Honestly, they made that comment just to see his reaction. It was strange to them how strongly non-Aevs seemed to hate the concept of switching out bodies. It wasn't like they would lose anything from it, quite the opposite. They had so much to gain! A new body could signal a new chapter in a person's life, where experiences that would have once been out of reach were easily attainable. "So, you sure that's all you want guaranteed to you? Because if we're done bargaining, we can shake on it and you can start showing me around." "I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - - ROLEPLAY - Liam nodded along to their explanation, understanding what they had been saying. He stared at the chip for a moment before dropping it into his pocket as he turned his attention back to Remiel. He understood that it was going to be difficult to be able to find someone to fix his leg. He had almost died when he got it and he was lucky that he had been able to find anyone to treat him at all, even if it did cost him his leg.
Liam recoiled backwards as if he had been slapped, his eyes narrowed in disgust. "And forsake every single skill that I have learnt in this body, turn my back on my parents who gave me everything that I needed to be able to be comfortable in this body, have them not recognise me, have them think that I betrayed everything that I was taught?" This had obviously hit a nerve and it took him a moment to calm down, his hold on the cane was white knuckled.
"For two years, you have to answer my requests. I won't request anything from you that will be too much money, but it may involve getting on the wrong side of the law and possibly incriminating yourself in the process." His lips pursed. "Not that it matters to you lot. You can just pay your way out of anything." With that final jab, he held his hand out, "deal?"-
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by ascendant on Dec 26, 2016 3:22:32 GMT -5
At the sheer force of the emotional burst Autumn flinched back, nearly severing the telepathic link but keeping it intact. He lowered his gaze and didn't look back up at him, letting his own emotions of goodwill and worry for them tinged with the smallest bit of fear seep through. "I'm not here to do anything to you but help. You're not at your best right now. Please." He kept his hands raised without movements, a clear sign from one magic user to another person that nothing would be used at the moment. His magic, to those with the ability to see it in others, was calm and level. Not pressuring at all, not wanting to be used but for helping. In all ways he was nearly defenseless and with pure intentions.
He slowly sat back up, keeping his head bowed in submission before letting it raise so he could meet their eyes. "I don't think you have nearly enough magic at the moment to cover all of your tracks, fully hide yourself, balance your movements and heal your remaining wounds. Even if you don't want me to heal you directly could I at least lend you enough magic so you can do it yourself? I know these woods have many other creatures and there's a chance you could get hurt without being at full health." Autumn could hear the soft sounds of the forest and feel the wild magic of those who lived within. With no doubt he could say that some were dangerous.
Autumn's parents- both wanderers, travelers before they settled to raise him- had always told him stories of what they did. Heal sick water spirits, going around nature and fixing what other humans had wronged. It had always appealed to Autumn, that lifestyle, reversing what the greater, uncaring population had done. He had been stuck for the past few years in the city, though, paying off his debts to the schools he had gone to and getting enough money to leave. It was enough to gradually learn through the park and city creatures that while not all wanted direct help, and some would violently lash out at even an offer, some would take any offered energy and use it.
It was fascinating, seeing others take the well of energy within another and using it- a drain, sure, but worth it.
But would this one take the offer?
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Post by floruit on Dec 26, 2016 17:38:29 GMT -5
вlue вlood: The morning was grey and unimpressive. The storm of the previous night had turned into a halfhearted drizzle, but that was enough to keep most people inside. If you were to disregard the occasional carriage passing by, spraying muddy water on anyone standing too close to the street, Micu basically had the city to himself. Which was good, because he was hiding a good deal of stolen merchandise under his cloak. Nothing anyone would miss excessively―just a mishmash of jewelry he could pawn off to someone for a nice profit. Some of it had come from aristocratic families he had worked for briefly while casing their houses, and the gems he had gotten were, in his opinion, a fair trade for being ordered around and disrespected by people who hadn’t worked a full day in their lives. Other trinkets had come from brothels. He wouldn’t steal from the workers there, of course, but the wealthier patrons were so distracted that robbing them was painfully easy. It almost felt like cheating. Almost, but not quite. His night of hard work would mean nothing if he was caught now, so he decided to postpone the gloating until after he had sold the loot. One of his usual places would be open now. Dawn had only just passed, but he had a suspicion that the woman who ran it never actually slept. Every time he had gone in there, she was either talking to a customer or sitting behind the counter, sewing or mending one piece of clothing or another. He turned onto a side street and then onto an even narrower one, navigating more by intuition than sight. Her shop was located in a series of almost identical streets and alleyways that formed a confusing labyrinth, and Micu suspected that it sometimes moved around. Still, if he was looking for the old woman or needed somewhere to hide out for a bit, he always managed to find it. She was probably a witch who had it enchanted to do that, but he has never asked. That would be inappropriate. He might seem too interesting in getting more information on magic, and while the authorities might allow some jewelry to disappear without too much of a fuss, they wouldn’t let something as dangerous as magic slide. Micu paused, realizing his focus had slipped when his thoughts ran away with him, but apparently that hadn’t mattered. The shop was in front of him now. He smiled, then pushed open the door, grateful to escape the cold. “Morning, Ivetta. How’s business?” “Passable. I see you’ve brought something for me,” she said, setting aside a heavy coat and her sewing needles. Micu passed the bag to her with a smug smile. “Jewelry, hmm? And most of it is real. That’s quite nice, quite nice. What do you want for it?” “Money. Oh, and some more ink. I run out a few days ago.” Ivetta nodded and made a sweeping gesture at a far corner of the shop. “Ink is over there. I’m not going to get it for you, and none of my assistant are in right now. You’ll have to find it yourself.” The man sighed but went to look for it without protesting. It wasn’t a good idea to argue with Ivetta. She always won eventually. A few minutes later he returned with a bottle of ink to find a sizeable bag of coins on the counter. “Is that all, Micolaus?” He frowned at the use of his proper name. “No need to be so formal. We’re friends, right? And I don’t need to buy anything else, but I was wondering if I could stay here for a few hours until the weather improves. You’re not expecting anyone else for a few hours, I expect.” The old woman paused for a moment, seemingly not paying any attention to the conversation, then looked to Micu with a smile. “Oh, I think we may get some company. But don’t worry about that. You’re welcome to stay for a while, as long as you don’t scare off any of my customers.” “Deal.”
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Post by floruit on Dec 26, 2016 20:13:22 GMT -5
[ @wingdings: could you start for our second plot once we get bios done? i'll throw mine down soon bc i know what character i wanna use but i'm in town rn and my saved bios are on my laptop. venus: i'll get my bio done and start working on a starter once i get home. ] Remiel was surprised at just how strongly the man seemed to abhor the idea of switching bodies. Sure, it seemed pretty weird and upsetting when you didn't really understand how to process worked and you actually liked your body, but it wasn't something to be disgusted by. "Hey, hey, don't freak out. I was joking. And it's not like you couldn't keep everything you have now. Cloning isn't something many people go for, but it's an option. And the muscle memory isn't that big of a deal. You can relearn most everything after a month or so of practicing. You still know how to do everything, you just need to get your body yo cooperate. But that doesn't matter. I wasn't being serious. There's nothing bad about the body you have now." They didn't often think about what changing bodies implied to non Aevs. People who couldn't afford to switch bodies on a whim would only think about it if they had serious problems with their own body. Insinuating that someone must want to get a new body implied there was a big problem with the old one. Yikes. Yeah, they needed to avoid that in the future. "I can deal with incriminating myself in certain situations. If my personal well-being is at stake, though, I'm going to require a large degree of discretion. I think you underestimate the complexity of doing illegal things when your reputation might suffer. Money can't fix everything. Just because my rules and standards are different than yours doesn't mean I don't have them," they said slowly. Aevs weren't deities. They just couldn't be killed sob easily. And there were plenty of fates worse than death. "But as long as you'll respect the methods I use, I can deal with two years of doing you favors. Deal." They straightened up and offered Liam their hand to shake.
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Post by floruit on Dec 26, 2016 21:45:26 GMT -5
ascendant: Ossian relaxed slightly when the emotions coming off of the human didn't have any malicious undertones. The logical part of his mind was regaining control, slowly but surely, and the thought came to him that if the human did want to harm him in some way, they would have done so much earlier. At this point, trying to attack would be a hassle. Plus, none of the magic he could sense on the human was very useful for attacking. Telepathy was versatile, of course, but all of the thoughts he was having at this moment were clearly coming from his own mind. Controlling magic—planting thoughts, possession, and the like—was difficult to use on others if they had already noticed you, and the thoughts slipped in my others were always slightly off in some way. So, the human didn't want to hurt them. Despite this, he was still reluctant to accept any help from them. He didn't want to owe a human anything. "I'll be fine once I get back to the forest. Nothing will try to harm me there unless I wrong it somehow, and I can replenish my magic there. That's unaffiliated magic. Not something that has already been filtered through another being." Magic taken from someone else wanted to be used to do forms of magic that person preferred to use, and this human's magic didn't feel very similar to his own. Besides, nothing else was going to spot them during he minute or so it would take them to return to the woods. "My tracks don't matter. Neither does the blood. No one will care enough to investigate," he said, picking up the bit of broken off antler and standing up slowly. "If you are so concerned about me being seen or injured, you can walk with me. But I don't need anything from you." Ossian felt slightly guilty for brushing off all the offers of assistance, but the human heard him the first time. Besides, as his mother often told him, humans were not to be trusted, no matter how good their intentions seemed. He started walking back towards the forest slowly, relieved to find that his vision was back to normal, then paused. "Who are you, anyway? And why do you want so badly to help me?"
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Post by CrackedSkel on Dec 26, 2016 22:04:05 GMT -5
[ @wingdings: could you start for our second plot once we get bios done? i'll throw mine down soon bc i know what character i wanna use but i'm in town rn and my saved bios are on my laptop.] Remiel was surprised at just how strongly the man seemed to abhor the idea of switching bodies. Sure, it seemed pretty weird and upsetting when you didn't really understand how to process worked and you actually liked your body, but it wasn't something to be disgusted by. "Hey, hey, don't freak out. I was joking. And it's not like you couldn't keep everything you have now. Cloning isn't something many people go for, but it's an option. And the muscle memory isn't that big of a deal. You can relearn most everything after a month or so of practicing. You still know how to do everything, you just need to get your body yo cooperate. But that doesn't matter. I wasn't being serious. There's nothing bad about the body you have now." They didn't often think about what changing bodies implied to non Aevs. People who couldn't afford to switch bodies on a whim would only think about it if they had serious problems with their own body. Insinuating that someone must want to get a new body implied there was a big problem with the old one. Yikes. Yeah, they needed to avoid that in the future. "I can deal with incriminating myself in certain situations. If my personal well-being is at stake, though, I'm going to require a large degree of discretion. I think you underestimate the complexity of doing illegal things when your reputation might suffer. Money can't fix everything. Just because my rules and standards are different than yours doesn't mean I don't have them," they said slowly. Aevs weren't deities. They just couldn't be killed sob easily. And there were plenty of fates worse than death. "But as long as you'll respect the methods I use, I can deal with two years of doing you favors. Deal." They straightened up and offered Liam their hand to shake. "I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - i can ye. here us my character.
Sofia Viviane - Female - 21 Dark brown hair, blue eyes. Firey personality. Hates being told what to do. Often jumps to concusions without thinking.
(Sorry for bleh post)-ROLEPLAY - Liam glowered at Remiel as they went on about their joke, and he very much wanted to walk away at that point, but at the same time, the lure of wanting to get his leg fixed was too much to not completely ditch this Ave now.
Liam took their hand and shook it firmly. "What's your name then? I'll need something to call you when you're doing something stupid." -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by Skittles on Dec 27, 2016 0:47:23 GMT -5
[ do you mind doing character descriptions first? i like having them around. otherwise I forget what my ocs look like and i Die. and i can start after that, but he post may not be up for a while. i will hopefully get it done later tonight or tomorrow, though. ] ( hi ok I'm here c: Destiny Frost | Female | idk what age range omo Destiny is actually very short for her age. She is only 5'1, but her looks make up for that, as she has the face of a 20 year old. She has long, curly blondish white hair that she hates because she can never deal with its curlyness, but she loves the length and she will probably never cut it. She did dye a strand black about two years ago, but it grew out and now it's at the bottom of her hair, about two inches up. She's not very pale, as she tans literally every summer, but she's not that dark either. Destiny is kind of thin, but she always complains she's fat because of her "thick thighs". Destiny's powers are invisibility and telekinesis. Her telekinesis is very weak, as she can only move small stuff, like a pencil or a cup. That will probably never get stronger. Her invisibility though, she can invisible up to an hour, the longest being an hour and a half. The one time she went all the way to an hour and a half, she started glitching visible and she almost passed out. Omo is that good? Do you want me to add a personality? )
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Post by floruit on Dec 27, 2016 3:20:16 GMT -5
[ hello i arrive with lots of short descriptions bc i am very tired but didn’t want to put them off any longer. Skittles: no personality is fine! you should probably mention powers tho, if we’re going to go with the “young people with superpowers try to figure out exactly how to use them” idea. also, would you mind starting, since you claimed the free plot? Tamara Simmons / female / eighteen - 5’3”, not very stout but has muscles (she was really into gymnastics when she was younger and went from that to weight lifting and more Hardcore forms of exercise) - black pixie cut, grey eyes, some freckles, somehow always slightly injured (usually she has a couple of bandaids and bruises somewhere on her person), almost Always wearing the same faded purple hoodie - mother is japanese and father is Very White - ability: can heal others, although the extent to which she can do this successfully varies day to day and comes with a bunch of side effects venus: Alistair Reid / male / 22 - 6’, has some muscles but they aren’t particularly defined, pretty lanky - brown hair that is never neat (it has too many cowlicks), green eyes, darkly tanned skin, a few scars on his arms and hands, and an easily forgettable face (average is a good word to describe his appearance, if not anything else about him) @wingdings: Conla Langley / female / 24 - 5’4”; stout and Very strong, could definitely suplex a man if needed - hella curly black hair she keeps braided back, dark brown skin, brown eyes, a few notable scars (one on her cheek and a few on her abdomen), almost always has a weapon somewhere on her person - comes off as very strict, no-nonsense, and not much fun at all, but still a good person to have on your side. good at her job. has a surprisingly good sense of humor, though it’s pretty dry. and don't worry about the short post! it's fine. ] Oh, right, their name. Hmm. It was probably best that they didn't use their real one. "You can call me Mal." It was just a shortened form of their middle name, but it would work fine. "It's not my real name. You get to find out my real name once your side of the bargain is complete. And, speaking of that, I want a tour." Was that a little pushy? Yeah. Were they going to rephrase it more politely? Definitely not. "Provided you aren't busy with anything, that is. I wouldn't want to interrupt any important work you're doing. And you should probably introduce yourself to me as well. Get that out of the way." Although Remiel certainly didn't mind being a little obnoxious, they didn't want this man to hate them forever. Hating them now was fine. They were an Aev and he wasn't. What else could they expect? Hating them after spending some time together might hurt their feelings a little, but, more importantly, it would make taking full advantage of their deal difficult. It was hard to work with people you abhorred. They would make more of an effort to be bearable if this deal lasted for more than a couple of hours.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Dec 27, 2016 3:38:27 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - She looks super cool! I'll get a starter up shortly and a reply as well! - ROLEPLAY - -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by venus on Dec 27, 2016 3:44:49 GMT -5
nice c: how should we start then?
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Post by floruit on Dec 27, 2016 3:59:04 GMT -5
[ venus: if we want to get straight to the main plot, we can have then be vaguely acquainted. your character will have been on the run for long enough their family is concerned and trying to get people to look for them, and mine can offer her some help in getting out of more populated areas so hiding out will be easier while actually trying to get closer to her bc he was enlisted to find her. ]
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Post by CrackedSkel on Dec 27, 2016 4:37:18 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - - ROLEPLAY - Kings Among Runaways "Mal, hmm?" Liam rolled his eyebrows, but otherwise didn't comment on their name, rolling his eyes as they went on about revealing names and such. He started to limp off down, further into the alleyway. "You want a tour, stay close then." He glanced back briefly at his now companion and huffed quietly. "Call me Rhett. I'll give you my full name when this is all over." He glanced over his shoulder and grinned mockingly.
Princesses and Mages Sofia had spent most of the morning messing with her subjects, stealing their coin, creating illusions, and just generally being a pest. She had lessons this morning that she had to attend, and was making her way back to her quarters so she could be 'woken' up to go out. She wasn't wearing her regular attire of a dress and her tiara, but black clothes that hid her face and her hair, a trait from her mother. As it was still very early, she didn't bother casting a spell to hide herself as she moved to enter the castle. -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by Skittles on Dec 27, 2016 7:56:54 GMT -5
( floruit ;; ok I edited it and sure, I will in a minute )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 9:38:01 GMT -5
okay I think I won't be disappearing again for a while, so I'll get a quick character bio up today and we can finally start ;v;
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Post by floruit on Dec 27, 2016 13:06:35 GMT -5
[ @statice: rad!!!
edit: @wingdings: catch me spacing out and only replying to half of a post. i'll add my other reply onto this in a second. ]
Remiel smiled and shrugged when the fake name idea was turned against them. They were capable of being easygoing, surprisingly, and that would come in handy when dealing with Rhett. They could take some snarkiness, especially if they were allowed to respond in kind. As for the name thing, they still had a chance of finding out his real name before his part of the deal was over. If hey we're lucky, someone might let his full name slip and they would be spared the hassle of waiting, but they didn't mind too much. Names were like bodies to them: useful, but basically interchangeable.
"Can do, Rhett," they replied. "If I need to hold your hand as well, just let me know." It was hard to tell if they were being serious or not.
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Conla was making her usual rounds of the castle, lantern in one hand and the inherent resting on the handle of the dagger she wore on her belt. The late night, early morning walks were not required of her now that she was a knight rather than a castle guard, but she enjoyed them too much to stop just because she had more important things to worry about. In the morning she would talk with other knights and significant figures in the kingdom about all the trouble they had been having with magic—and one specific mage in particular.
She was in no place to make guesses about who it might be (knights were not usually chosen for wisdom or intelligence, and her comments would be brushed aside), but she knew it had to be someone with access to the castle. Not a single part of he kingdom had been left unharmed by the mage. If she ever figured out who it was, she would kill them in a moment, as was her duty as a knight. And she didn't think she would feel much remorse.
As she rounded a corner, she spotted a hooded figure and her body tensed, fingers closing around her dagger. "Who goes there? Show your face." Almost no noble or royal would be walking around the palace at this hour, and those who might certainly wouldn't be hiding their face. The same went for the servants and guards who stayed in the castle. This person was an intruder. "You're going to need to give me a reason not to kill you. Quickly."
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Post by вlue вlood on Dec 27, 2016 13:19:48 GMT -5
( woo i'll get a reply up tonight! c: )
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Post by floruit on Dec 27, 2016 13:29:42 GMT -5
[ вlue вlood: alright nice!!! i hope i made the starter easy enough to reply to, i was a little worried about that. ]
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Post by вlue вlood on Dec 27, 2016 13:34:51 GMT -5
( nah dw about it!! i'll scrape up my creativity yo c: )
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Post by CrackedSkel on Dec 27, 2016 19:48:54 GMT -5
[ @statice: rad!!! edit: @wingdings: catch me spacing out and only replying to half of a post. i'll add my other reply onto this in a second. ] Remiel smiled and shrugged when the fake name idea was turned against them. They were capable of being easygoing, surprisingly, and that would come in handy when dealing with Rhett. They could take some snarkiness, especially if they were allowed to respond in kind. As for the name thing, they still had a chance of finding out his real name before his part of the deal was over. If hey we're lucky, someone might let his full name slip and they would be spared the hassle of waiting, but they didn't mind too much. Names were like bodies to them: useful, but basically interchangeable. "Can do, Rhett," they replied. "If I need to hold your hand as well, just let me know." It was hard to tell if they were being serious or not. --- Conla was making her usual rounds of the castle, lantern in one hand and the inherent resting on the handle of the dagger she wore on her belt. The late night, early morning walks were not required of her now that she was a knight rather than a castle guard, but she enjoyed them too much to stop just because she had more important things to worry about. In the morning she would talk with other knights and significant figures in the kingdom about all the trouble they had been having with magic—and one specific mage in particular. She was in no place to make guesses about who it might be (knights were not usually chosen for wisdom or intelligence, and her comments would be brushed aside), but she knew it had to be someone with access to the castle. Not a single part of he kingdom had been left unharmed by the mage. If she ever figured out who it was, she would kill them in a moment, as was her duty as a knight. And she didn't think she would feel much remorse. As she rounded a corner, she spotted a hooded figure and her body tensed, fingers closing around her dagger. "Who goes there? Show your face." Almost no noble or royal would be walking around the palace at this hour, and those who might certainly wouldn't be hiding their face. The same went for the servants and guards who stayed in the castle. This person was an intruder. "You're going to need to give me a reason not to kill you. Quickly." "I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - - ROLEPLAY - Liam rolled his eyes once again. "What do you want to know?" He asked as he continued in the alleyway. Despite his limp, he did actually move quite fast, though, he didn't move fast he was still able to keep up with Remiel's walking pace should need be.
He really had no idea what to make of them. The only time had ever interacted with Aves was to steal from them, and most of the time they were none the wiser of their precious cash being stolen. Aves weren't fit for this lift of thievery and hiding, and as much as he hated to admit it, it did sound like a pretty good life, without the body switching of course.
He wondered how long this kid would last if he left him alone out here - of course, he wouldn't be cruel enough to do it right away. He would wait until they knew the basics, and then he would step back and see how they liked having to fight to live.
Sofia hadn't expected to hear Conla speaking to her, she knew the knight, though not very well, but what she didn't know (that the knight liked exploring the castle at night) would obviously be her downfall. She sisn't move right away, instead staring at her, her blue eyes - a trait she received from her true father and not the king - gleamed in the light of the lantern.
For a moment, she debated how she was going to get out of this without being outed as the criminal mage. "No," she said softly, looking up and tilting her head slightly, raising her hands at the same time as she murmured a spell. Two more copies of her appeared, "I don't think I will." The three of them echoed at once. The three of them took a step back and they all laughed at once. "You can't catch me." They all disappeared for a moment before reappearing, surronding the knight. -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by epiphany on Dec 27, 2016 22:27:39 GMT -5
hi! are you still open to new rp partners? i'd be very interested in "it's time to run, it's time to run" (but as it has already been taken---twice---a variation of it probably)!
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Post by venus on Dec 27, 2016 23:48:43 GMT -5
[ venus: if we want to get straight to the main plot, we can have then be vaguely acquainted. your character will have been on the run for long enough their family is concerned and trying to get people to look for them, and mine can offer her some help in getting out of more populated areas so hiding out will be easier while actually trying to get closer to her bc he was enlisted to find her. ] yeah that works :0 would you like to start then? if not, i can try and get a starter up soon. )
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Post by floruit on Dec 28, 2016 1:52:59 GMT -5
[ venus: i would be so grateful if you started bc i'm like... gotta write like 800 words to respond to stuff before i can move on. @epiphany: i'd be 100% willing to rp a variation of that plot! we can come up with an interesting spinoff of it. is there any particular thing you might wanna throw into the plot to make it different? ]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 11:56:59 GMT -5
sorry for being so slow afbsdkf but here this...is. she's kind of a wip but i always wanted to try a secretly mean girl u-u
Liselotte Nordskov (tentative last name bc idk if you had something in mind for the royalty or not x"D) / female / eighteen - smol at around 5'1" with the fair complexion and figure of a delicate doll. shoulder-length honey blonde hair, gray-blue eyes - a veritable wolf in sheep's clothing, plays the part of a kind and sweet princess as she's supposed to but is actually far more vindictive and manipulative than is readily apparent. judgmental and selfish tho she's of course always trying to hide it and come across as an adorable angel. is extremely unhappy about having to leave Tueberis as she was bound and determined to set her place as the future ruling queen there
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Post by CrackedSkel on Dec 28, 2016 19:33:14 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - hello anyone here? owo - ROLEPLAY - -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by floruit on Dec 28, 2016 20:50:19 GMT -5
[ @ statice: i'll get my oc up soon!
@wingdings: hello yes i am here. i was a little dead for a bit. ]
Hmm. What did they want to know? Remiel supposed their curiosity had limits, but they couldn’t seem to think of anything they wouldn’t be interested in hearing about. And everything wasn’t a very helpful answer. “I want to learn as much as possible about life here. Why don’t you tell me about an average day for you?” Perhaps that was a little too personal, but they assumed Rhett would tell them off if they were asking for information they weren’t supposed to know.
They were a little surprised to find that the man was perfectly capable of keeping up with them. That was impressive. They imagined his leg had to be at least somewhat painful, but asking about that was decidedly too personal. After all, they would be put off if someone started asking about their body. Just because they hadn’t acquired it like most people got their bodies didn’t mean the topic was open for discussion.
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The woman wasn’t accustomed to fighting magic users—they were rare enough in the kingdom due to the strict laws that regulated under which circumstances magic could be practiced. Magic was just too easily abused. This mage was a perfect example of that. Her instincts were good, though, and she slammed into the duplicate in front of her hard, breaking the circle around her. Conla wished that she was fully armored. Her shoulder would definitely bruise, but that didn’t matter. Her duty was to fight all those who threatened the stability of the kingdom, regardless of the personal cost. She had accepted that when she first began her training.
She brandished her dagger at the trio. One she had knocked to the ground, but she doubted she had injured it enough to put it out of commission. “If you surrender now, I won’t have to kill you,” she said, her voice low and firm. The knight had no reason not to kill the mage. She would be doing a great favor for the kingdom.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Dec 28, 2016 21:08:02 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - no worries. I'm just figuring out how to respond. shouldn't take me too long. - ROLEPLAY - -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 21:13:28 GMT -5
kaykay uvu
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Post by CrackedSkel on Dec 28, 2016 21:31:48 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - - ROLEPLAY - "A normal day, eh?" Liam sighed, "I wake up and head to the city outskirts and steal from whoever is the richest around. I had to change my technique after my accident," He sighed and started to briefly explain how he used to do it, glancing back. "Then, if I get enough I go and get something to eat, if not, I go hungry until I can find something." He shrugged, "come on, we should head for some shelter." He glanced up, "it's going to rain sometime soon."
The other two cringed as the third was knocked to the ground, it stayed down, and didn't get back up, hand on the chest where they had been hit. Conla had been lucky, she had hit the true version of Sofia. Though, perhaps luck had nothing to do with it. She stayed silent on the ground, glaring up at the knight in front of her. She opened her mouth, but the two copies spoke for her. "Why would I surrender?" They asked in unison. "I'm having so much fun." The stepped backwards so that they were flanking each other. The duo's eyes gleamed. "Even if you wanted to kill me, you wouldn't be able to find out which one of me was real."
Sofia had cast an invisibility spell on her real self, and she had moved away to join the duo. She reappeared to the side, still slightly hunched over. She was starting to use too much magic, she had been using it most of the morning, and as talented as she liked to say she was at the art, she was no master, and she couldn't use her magic for very long periods of time without breaks in between. The trio clenched their fists and tilted their heads.
"But don't let me stop you from trying." -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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