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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 12, 2017 23:49:58 GMT -5
{ unfortunately, Negan wasn't in this one u-u but he's coming don't you worry about that xD
aaaaaaaaand the power went out so just a fair warning if I disappear it's because my battery died ;-; }
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goodbye, my friends
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Post by ✦ вσвσ on Feb 12, 2017 23:55:37 GMT -5
[ oh my heart is crying! Negan and his shenanigans will always make me happy at least he's coming! well, he better be. I live for him xD
says the person who doesn't even watch Walking Dead yet xD
oh no! that's not good~ we're having such weird weather right now :c ]
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 13, 2017 0:13:00 GMT -5
{ how can you not love negan though? he's negan!
you're telling me! I just hope this doesn't last long :c }
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 13, 2017 0:18:19 GMT -5
{ how can you not love negan though? he's negan!
you're telling me! I just hope this doesn't last long :c }
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ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Feb 13, 2017 1:28:25 GMT -5
Thomasin Wolfsong Adrenalin is an odd thing. It has the ability to override the questioning of enormous absurdity in favor of legitimate action. Had Tom known the wedding was to erupt into chaos, she would have had hundreds of questions about how it had happened and why. Instead, as she found herself surrounded by screams and smoke and shards of glass, her mind was entirely occupied with how to get out of the situation. Her first thought was of her father. Before she could even look to him, however, she felt his strong hand on her upper arm, pulling her swiftly to a gathering of guards. Her second thought was of Tamlin. She realized in a panic that she could not see the alter; the crowd and smoke were too thick. Around her, men and women were pouring toward the exits. The guards surrounded Tom and her father with focused efficiency, then parting the crowd through forceful commands. The King looked more powerful than even she remembered him. His grip on her arm was a comfort, but even with it she felt her veins pulsing violently.
Her gut told her to locate her brother, and she tried reaching out to him telepathically, but her mind was overwhelmed with incoming thoughts from every direction; advisers, handmaidens, guards, wedding guests. She was unable to break free. Moments later they were outside. She was so closely sandwiched between the king and two guards that she could not see but only hear the panicked cries of the floundering crowd. She looked up, feeling suffocated. Through the cathedral windows were streams of red flame and smoke that combated the sky with blundering ferocity. It was then that she heard a familiar voice, whether through her mind or ears she was too delirious. Tamlin. Calling for her.
"Tamlin!" she answered at the top of her lungs. She pushed at the bodies around her, trying to clear a space so she could see. Someone stepped on her dress, causing her to stumble only to be dragged back up by a guard. Her father was shouting now too, ordering the guards to find his son. Tom's ribcage was clamping tighter around her lungs, squeezing the air from her chest. Her brother had to be in the crowd. Surely someone had found him, ushered him outside to safety. And yet her instincts were no comfort. They told her that he needed to be found, that somehow he was in need of her help. "Find the prince!" she shouted, her higher voice mimicking the more powerful of her father's, creating an desperate dissonance over the cacophony of the crowd.
She had kicked off her shoes in order to escape properly, but she missed them now for the few inches they would have given her in order to look over heads. She dug her toes into the mud, calling out for her brother, and attempting assess her surroundings. Instead she found herself informed only by the shoulders and throats of tall men, closing in on her to supposedly keep her safe. Safe from what? The pirates were after an easier catch, not one walled in by kings and guards with impenetrable armor. Someone isolated.
"Princess Thomasin," said a huff of hot breath into her ear. "We've been told to take you to a more protected location. If you'll follow me, we have a carriage waiting for you and your family." It was more an order than an invitation. One of his arms came down around her, and the other extended as he commanded people to clear the way. Her family. Did that include Tamlin? There was no use in protesting, she had no way of single handedly finding and protecting the prince, especially if he was already waiting for her elsewhere.
It wasn't until she was practically lifted up into a black buggy that the real panic set in. Inside she was greeted only by darkness. Tamlin wasn't safe. This was not a mission to sweep the royal family back to a comfortable home. This was a matter of security protecting what royal lives they had control over. It meant someone was fully prepared to leave the crowned prince behind.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 13, 2017 9:46:26 GMT -5
C:
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Post by lordclover on Feb 13, 2017 10:24:56 GMT -5
[ good morning! I think I'm going to work on a starter even though Darren's still on his own ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 13, 2017 10:40:22 GMT -5
(Morning) (If he's on the ship Moana is there) (Organic chem sucks)
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Post by lordclover on Feb 13, 2017 10:49:18 GMT -5
[ oh sweet, maybe they could interact then c: organic chem? that sounds difficult edit;; I just deleted my entire starter, rip me ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 13, 2017 10:50:16 GMT -5
( sure ^^ )
( it's not terrible just boring )
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Post by lordclover on Feb 13, 2017 10:51:25 GMT -5
[ that's good I guess c'x science has always been a hard subject for me tbh ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 13, 2017 11:00:40 GMT -5
It's hard for a lot of people
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Post by вlue вlood on Feb 13, 2017 11:18:02 GMT -5
( afternoon my dudes! c: )
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Post by lordclover on Feb 13, 2017 11:39:56 GMT -5
[ Darren Wyeth ] That morning Darren had woken up to find the majority of the crew gone, and the ship quieter than it ever had been. Usually by now anyone that was still sleeping got a tongue lashing for sleeping in, something he did often. The previous night he'd busied himself with plans of how to fix the Eventide up a bit more, what paint would work best with the dark wood, and the sturdiest means to fixing the ship's railing. Not much was truly broken, but bits and pieces were not nearly as perfect as Darren wished. The carvings along the twin banisters for example had been chipped and were showing signs of rot, something that was easily overlooked upon first glance. It took him a moment to let his vision clear once he reached the top deck, the sunlight blinding him for a moment.It was a harsh change in comparison to the darkly lit storage rooms. Darren tended to spend most of his days down there, keeping away from the hecticness of the main deck. Usually he worked at night fixing the ship, not wanting to get in the way of the others during the day. He got more done in the quiet of night, the few that worked at night were quieter. He could hear the waves gently lapping against the sides of it. They weren't nearly as fierce in harbor, it was hard to imagine the minuscule waves threatening to topple the Eventide. For once, the ocean was louder than the ship itself, something that only happened at night. Usually the chaos of the Eventide kept it lively and loud, but he supposed for the moment that chaos was transplanted to a cathedral filled to the brim of people that were undoubtedly dying to see the bride-to-be. Darren himself didn't like that they were acting as bandits for hire, allowing coin to sway them into targeting the wedding. He trusted Lou well enough to know the coin had to be worth, maybe enough to fix the entire ship and give it a fresh coat of paint. That was the dream. Slowly he began to continue his work from the previous night, fixing the railing along the sides. He'd already replaced the spindles, now he only had to finish the carving and sanding down of it. [ I'm not thrilled with this, sorry if it's a bit meh]
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Post by lordclover on Feb 13, 2017 11:40:49 GMT -5
[ hey Blue! c: how are you? ]
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Post by вlue вlood on Feb 13, 2017 12:02:40 GMT -5
( ayy i'm alright! c: got super cold cycling home so i'm sitting in bed trying to warm my dead frozen heart c': how about you?
aww noo glo :c anything bad in particular or just general monday blah-ness? )
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 13, 2017 12:04:58 GMT -5
{ yay the powers back! how is everyone this morning? }
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Post by lordclover on Feb 13, 2017 12:14:23 GMT -5
[ some warm tea might help warm your heart up x'D ahh I feel that glo, sundays are my mondays tbh. I hope your week goes well ! glad to hear your powers back !! i'm doing good, pretty tired tho. How about you?]
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Post by вlue вlood on Feb 13, 2017 12:18:54 GMT -5
( heya mu!! c:
mm i'm curled up in bed with the electric blanket on full heat <3 too cold to get up and put the kettle on though haha
aw, hope it isn't too bad a week though glo! my will to live for this semester is already dead lmao i'll happily settle for scraping a pass in everything at this point )
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 13, 2017 12:26:18 GMT -5
{ I'm good~ I've got some stuff to work on today so I'll be poofy for the most part~
I feel ya Glow I just hope this week goes smoothly >-< }
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Post by вlue вlood on Feb 13, 2017 13:02:35 GMT -5
( quicko cass post before i go focus on Actual Serious Work will finally give my other children some attention tonight <3 ) Cass stumbled into Hannah's strong embrace. It only lasted an insubstantial moment, but it was enough. Despite her physically smaller size and strength, her solidity was an indescribable comfort. Feeling her deep inhale of breath against him was calming. But it still hurt to let her go, to fight the urge to keep holding on to her even after she let go.
"Hannah-" he called, the word both a plead and a warning. Not to tell her not to do what he already knew she would; they didn't have time to discuss the options, and he couldn't afford to place any doubts in her mind when right now, whatever she did, she was going to need to be decisive about it. It was exactly that that the warning was for - to keep her mind straight, and, most importantly to him, that he couldn't bear to lose both of his sisters in one day. His hand reached out automatically, wanting to grab her arm and pull her back close to him - for her sake or his own, he couldn't be sure. The smoke swallowed up her form with frightening efficiency. It burned in his throat and pricked at his watering eyes.
And what now? His heart pulled at him to follow Hannah forwards, into the smoke. His survival instincts screamed for him to get out of there while it was still a viable option. The obligations that compelled Hannah towards the altar where quite the same as those which rooted Cass in place. What would they want of him in a situation like this - his sisters, their mother, the people of the Court? Was it better to protect his own life and leave his sisters up to fate, or to risk his own life in hopes to protect theirs, but also at the risk of leaving their mother a childless queen? Their lives were not their own, but their lives were also not equal. He'd figured that out for himself very early on. Hannah was the crown princess, primed to one day take over as the Dawn Queen. Thelma was central to the most important union in their Courts' history. There was no doubt in his mind that their lives had inherent value over his own; did that give him a responsibility to protect?
It wasn't a decision he wanted to make. How long could he stand there and wait, hoping Hannah could somehow reappear with Thelma. They were meant to be a collective. How could things turn so bad so fast? Seconds stretched out like minutes, hours, ages. He was going to have to be logical about this. Optimistically supposing that Hannah found Thelma, that made three of them with Tamlin. There wasn't anything more he could do by being with them. The guards were storming in now, the mortals and immortals, united in task but divided in object. Would the immortal guards help his sisters, or was the duty done so long as their immortal prince was safe? Another thought he didn't want to dwell on. Nonetheless, logic prevailed. There was nothing he could do now. His sisters were fighters. They were going to be fine. They're going to be fine.
When he heard his name called from one of the approaching guards, Cass let survival take over, though an invisible cord tightened as he turned away, knowing every step took him further from Thelma and Hannah. Choking on smoke as he muttered prayers under his breath, his lungs welcomed cleaner air that tasted like life; that tasted like guilt.
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Feb 13, 2017 15:00:01 GMT -5
{{ I'll have a reply posted soon!
My first one got deleted. ;^; }}
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Post by вlue вlood on Feb 13, 2017 15:06:17 GMT -5
( aa i know that feel, i alwayss accidentally backspace the page when writing posts and yet i never learn to just write them somewhere else instead :| )
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Feb 13, 2017 15:10:50 GMT -5
》That's exactly what happened to me! I never learn my lesson. Dx《
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 13, 2017 15:33:18 GMT -5
{ this is exactly why I type all my replies on google docs even if something were to happen then all my stuff is still there! }
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Feb 13, 2017 15:34:44 GMT -5
》《
{{ That was, uh, not quite what Lou had been expecting. He'd been expecting to fight more royal guards, but due to the wonderful, glorious flames from heaven, the entire crowd seemed to be fleeing in a desperate frenzy. From his vantage point, as he scaled his way carefully down the banister, the whole lot of them reminded him of tiny, insignificant ants. All scurrying away from the boot-----the fire he had created-----that would inevitably crush them and put an end to their miserable lives. If he were a better person, a more sympathetic man, he might have felt guilty. Instead, as it stood, excitement and amusement rushed over him in a flood.
The Eventide crew were far from bandits, but this chaos was amazing. Lou was disappointed in the royal families for not expecting such a turn of events-----their security was something to be mocked, for sure.
Landing on his feet on the ground, sword in hand, he was quick to make his way through the flames. It was hot, the air burning his cheeks and nose, the smoke in the air numbing and clouding his head. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins, though, so he pushed onward, even when he felt the sting of flames against his skin. He'd definitely have some burns later; he could deal with it, though. It was nothing. For now, it didn't matter.
At last, he located the lovely couple to be, and just in time. Oh boy, oh boy. Where could their highnesses go? With a mess of fire in front of them and Lpu creeping up behind, the captain gave a wicked grin. He didn't speak this time-----he couldn't risk inhaling more smoke than he needed to or giving away his position-----as he strode toward the couple, the orange flames reflecting off his black blade. Little Mr. Prince Charming, Tamlin, was gripping a piece of shattered glass like it was a real weapon. The sight of that puny thing, his hand dripping blood, almost made him laugh. Almost. There was no time for laughter right now, though. No time for games.
Quick as a viper going in for the strike, Lou lunged forward with his sword, getting as close as he could without actually stabbing either of them. He reached up to press a hand over Thelma's mouth, the tip of his blade pressed snugly against the small of her back. "I think it'd be best if both o' ya came with me, nice and quiet," he spoke in a chuckle, though he was looking at Tamlin with his itty bitty glass shard. "'Less ya wanna get stabbed. I ain't afraid to get some blood on my hands. Ain't no glass shard gonna stop me." }}
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