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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Feb 17, 2017 22:21:12 GMT -5
》Lol, true. He's a short, small child. And it's too late for him to hope for a growth spurt.《
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 17, 2017 22:23:26 GMT -5
{ okay I think we're good then we'll put a cap on the pirates for now u-u }
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Post by lordclover on Feb 17, 2017 22:24:41 GMT -5
[ i love the cross breed information mu <3 i might edit darren a bit now, if that's ok ]
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 17, 2017 22:26:22 GMT -5
{ that's fine Clover~ that's what the info is there for! }
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 17, 2017 22:35:57 GMT -5
Plot Bunny #1: the mastermind behind the kidnapping plot was a demigod. their goal was to distract the Courts while they did.... something.
Plot Bunny #2: the kidnapping of Thelma and Tamlin was orchestrated by a half-fae half-vampire hybrid. their goal was to throw the Courts into utter turmoil possibly so they could swoop in and kidnap Thelma or Hannah. I would propose Cassian, but that wouldn't end well. ahem. anyway, they did this so they could essentially use one of the princesses to produce a demigod child who could RULE THE WORLD!
Plot Bunny #3: maybe an unholy trio child is out there somewhere. they've been hiding all this time but have grown sick of it. so maybe their the ones that set the whole thing with Lou up because they plan on holding Thelma and Tamlin hostage until Iris and Thane promise not to kill them for existing?
{ just some ideas feel free to add your own ideas in here! it's basically a free-for-all! personally, I think the sabateur should be working from within the Courts mostly because we have a lot going on with the pirates but not much is happening back at the Courts, y'know? }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 17, 2017 22:56:55 GMT -5
( omg )
( the RAGE I am experiencing at this game right now )
( ffffffffffffffff )
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Post by lordclover on Feb 17, 2017 23:16:15 GMT -5
[ i like the idea of plot 1 a lot, it opens it up for the rp to change around a bit like the pirates could be threatened by whatever the person is doing and help put an end to it or something
what game are you playing ? ]
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Feb 17, 2017 23:23:14 GMT -5
》I have to say, one is my favorite, too. I feel like it has the most depth and potential. :3《
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 17, 2017 23:25:34 GMT -5
( World of Warcraft )
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 18, 2017 2:28:02 GMT -5
Judas & Percy
Smoke curtained the room, thick and poisonous. Gray were it thinned to gauze and mist. Black where it thickened to blindness. It poured outward, spilling to all the corners the fire had yet to reach. It streamed after the guests, following them out into the clean air. It piled to the ceiling. Inescapable. Judas clung to the edges of the room, holding his breath as though that would be enough to keep the smoke filling his lungs and burning his eyes to tears. Beyond that, he could clearly hear and see Lou’s exchange with the fair Prince and Princess. He was having a bit of trouble, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle with ease. Instead, Judas chose to focus on more pressing matters.
Escape.
The plan had been to exit out the back, to flee while the guards were still distracted seeing to the King and Queen. Their window of opportunity was closing at breakneck speeds. They needed to move. Fast. Now. Mere moments and the guardsmen would sweep back into the burning cathedral, seeking to rescue Prince Tamlin and Princess Thelma. At that point, all hope for escape would be lost. Gone. And they’d be making fast friends with the guillotine. Or worse.
“Judas!” A voice called from the thick of the smoke. Stumbling out came Persephone, the Eventide’s resident witch. She coughed into her fist, peering at her crewmate through tear-blurried eyes. She was dressed like a Court lady. Her appearance was serviceable, though paling in the fineness of nobility, in her green cotton gown. “Where’s Towns? We have to go.”
Judas’s gaze swept through the smoke and fire, finding the First Mate trapped in the pews with another man. To be fair, ‘trapped’ wasn’t the right word. In truth, Towns held a knife to the man’s throat. If anyone was trapped it was him. He took Percy by the wrist, wordlessly guiding her through the smoke and ruin. “Towns!” She called, wiping vigorously at her eyes, “We’ve got to go! What are you doing?”
The clock was ticking. Seconds accumulated into moments. They were wasting time. Judas really didn’t feel like acquainting his neck with a blade. He thoroughly enjoyed having his head firmly attached, thank you. At last, he spoke, regretting the decision quickly as smoke poured down his throat, toxic and sooty. “Towns, what’s the hold up. Just bring the guy along, we don’t have time for this.” That was absolutely no way to talk to his First Mate, but you have to understand Judas was feeling the pressure of the moment measured in tons. Electric energy bit at Judas’s heels, urging him forward. Loyalty to his crewmates kept him rooted to the spot however. They’d been in worse situations than this, hadn’t they? He wouldn’t leave them behind. Not now.
Percy watched Towns hostage through narrowed eyes. Sizing him up as she waited for Towns to give the order that would have them all hurrying out the door and down to the waiting ship. { please excuse the shortness I wanted to get something down before I call it a night >-< }
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Post by вlue вlood on Feb 18, 2017 12:27:26 GMT -5
( speed reply to subvert my procrastination guilt cx probably very very scattered oml sorry ) Cassian raised and turned his head at the sound of his mother's voice, a voice which his body reacted to immediately without consulting his mind. It made his split-second of hesitation before he moved a little too obvious - but he wasn't going to make her call twice. He slunk over with the grace and shyness of a deer. The caution, too, for he stopped just short of reaching close to them, and rather than meeting Queen Iris's eyes - or even Hannah's for that matter - he turned his gaze instead upon the fiery form of St. Priscilla's. He didn't really have any particular memories of the place at all, for it had been so seldom used, but it still hurt in some strange way to see it like this. It was a beautiful building, and the thought of losing it, too, when so much was already under threat... He prickled at the injustice of it all. Not that justice, nor fairness, came into it at all. This wasn't the work of some divine being's judgement or anything like that. It was the work of pirates. What they loved or lost meant little to those who lived on lawless seas.
On that subject, what reason did pirates even have to do such a thing? Granted, there was no love loss between the Mortal Court and any pirates, and not least with Captain Lou and his crew, but Cass was pretty sure there was a line between that and interrupting a royal wedding, burning down their cathedral, and putting all of their lives at risk. It wasn't like Thelma and Tamlin's marriage meant anything in particular to them. The whole point of uniting the courts was that it would be beneficial to everyone. A royal wedding wasn't an attack anyone would make for fun; the risks would surely be too high, right? And what would tip the scales for pirates? Money, he supposed. It wasn't like Captain Lou simply needed the fame of the audacity. It was a name many had come across at some point. Money, then. Pirates were always after money, after all. At least that's how the stories went. Choosing the wedding as the stage must mean they needed all the prominent figures of both courts in one place. Ugh, he was too weary for this now, and all the thinking was making his head ache.
[ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ] It was only now that she was left alone in the smoke that the panic was setting in. Evalisse hadn't even needed to concentrate on keeping calm before; her more domineering side, for once, worked in her favour. The immortal guards, too, had sprung to action briskly, removing the royal family quickly. Helping the less reactive of the wedding guests to get moving, her throat hurt as much from shouting them into action as it did just from the smoke in the air. Even amidst the chaos, most of the cathedral had emptied pretty fast. They'd had to - the fire wasn't taking it's time for anybody. Now, the only sounds she could hear over the crackling flames were the authoritative shouts of guards. They couldn't have been so far away - the cathedral was only so big - but the voices sounded so distant to her ears, like they might not even be there at all, for when she turned behind her, she could hardly see two pews back. So quickly had the room become unbearably hot, and the air become thick and suffocating.
But now, now she didn't know what to do. She hadn't included herself in the equation, and where what seemed like just moments before the light from the front door and the outside world shone as the gate to freedom, now there was nothing but swarming greyish darkness. Near-death-experience by fire wasn't her area of expertise or anything, but she had a feeling that trying to make it to the front doors would not end well. If the fire had spread enough to cut her off in front, she would only be wasting time. She could end up even more trapped. Being burned to a crisp hadn't been on today's agenda.
The back door, then. She didn't know where exactly it was, but surely there had to be one. She'd started off quite far forward in the first place, stationed at the side but close to the pews at the front, so as to be on hand to those she served should she be needed. If she could find her way to the back wall and follow it along, she should be able to find it even if the smoke was as bad there. Turning around again, her eyes stung and watered too much to focus. Her head felt too light and too heavy all at once. I can't breathe.
Holding her breath and half-closing her eyes, she held out a hand and forced herself to walk sideways until her palm met the comforting solidity of the wall. Took a breath, suppressed a coughing fit. Forwards now. Did Tamlin and the mortal girl get out? She could hear more shouting, different voices, but the words were hazy in her head. Nothing else mattered. Even with her eyes barely open, the room felt like it was spinning.
She just needed to find the door.
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 18, 2017 12:48:43 GMT -5
{ don't worry about it Blue <3 how's your essay coming along? }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 18, 2017 13:06:46 GMT -5
( enter chaos :3 )
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Post by вlue вlood on Feb 18, 2017 14:20:56 GMT -5
( ugh it basically just isn't c': I'm def gonna end up doing an all nighter sunday tbh i also have a test a group presentation thing for our management tutorial on monday which is a pain in the butt basically monday is gonna be the worst™ )
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Feb 18, 2017 20:41:39 GMT -5
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Post by torr on Feb 18, 2017 22:23:43 GMT -5
g'evening everyone c:
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 19, 2017 0:34:31 GMT -5
{ Rob, I posted something for Iris that I don't know if you ever replied to also hello everyone! I am here! }
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 19, 2017 11:59:03 GMT -5
{ take your time guys! I've got some psych homework to do
no I haven't been procrastinating it this whole time! what are you talking about? }
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Post by robin on Feb 19, 2017 12:25:33 GMT -5
Queen Iris latched a firm hand around Hannah’s wrist. Her grip was a steel trap, the only way either of her children could manage escaping her hold was to saw their own hands off. Blood slicked her palm and oozed between her fingers. Hannah’s blood. “Don’t you dare!” The Dawn Queen’s voice was a low threat, warning her daughter back. Away from the fire. Away from the altar. Away from Thelma. “You listen to me, Hannah. You’re irreplaceable, do you understand? God forbid, but if Thelma’s…” Her voice trailed off, spiking with hidden hurt on the syllables of her daughter's name, “If Thelma’s gone, then you become more valuable than ever before.”
Queen Iris turned the Crown Princess around, guiding her back from the wreckage of the chandelier, leading her back to the door where a cadre of armed guards awaited them. Her gaze stared dead ahead, locked on the very spot she’d seen Cassian flee through moments before, abandoning his sisters to their fate. She couldn’t blame him, but an ache of disappointment twinged in her chest. Her son. Her only first and only son was no warrior. If his father were alive to see him today he would have given the young prince an earful.
The guards flocked the Queen and Princess, ushering them out the gaping doors and into the clean air of an overcast day. Even outside, Queen Iris refused to slacken her grip on Hannah, fearing that the slightest give and she’d bolt back into the burning cathedral, back into the arms of death. Her fingers were the iron-teeth of a steel trap, holding fast to Hannah.
Thelma.
Her daughter.
The Queen feared the worst. She had to. She had to be prepared for the moment the guards returned announcing the Second Princess dead. Pushing away the unimaginable, Queen Iris focused on Hannah, leveling their identical green gazes, “Hannah, my darling, you must listen to me, remember what I’ve told you all these years. Duty comes first. Duty must always come first. If the worst has come to pass then it is up to you. I didn’t want to, but if Thelma is gone then it will be your responsibility to marry Tamlin and unite the Courts.”
Her eyes were hard, glistening with unshed tears. Tears she refused to cry. Duty first. Always duty first.
Straightening, she searched the growing crowd for Cassian and found him looking exhausted and guilty. "Cassian," she called, beckoning him over. At least two of her children were safe and sound, maybe for all the wrong reasons but it was more than Queen Iris could have hoped for. Especially when she glanced to King Thane and found him furious with only his daughter at his side.
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Feb 19, 2017 15:39:17 GMT -5
》Just a quick little reply to, maybe, help move things along. C:《
{{ Lou let out a low hiss of pain as Thelma's teeth sunk deeply into his hand. He could feel that she'd bitten him hard, almost to the bone, and that he had quickly began to bleed. It was a good thing he was left-handed. "Why ya 'lil-----" He broke off in a loud, furious string of curses that put even sailors to shame. She had the bite of a rabid dog, not a crowned princess!
Thinking fast had always been one of Lou's best skills. He worked well under pressure and this was certainly a stressful situation, if he'd ever been in one before. Without taking more than a second to decide how this could go, he brought his free hand up and, with no hesitation or concern, brought the hilt of his sword down on the back of Thelma's neck. Hard. Not enough force to kill, but more so to incapacitate. At the same time, he brought his foot up to kick the back of her knee-----what he hoped was the back of her knee, it was smoky in here and he couldn't tell where squat was underneath of her dress-----as hard as he could.
Gods, why did it always have to be him that gor stuck with the difficult ones? Handling one pest was enough, but now, with his hand radiating pain and bleeding while Thelma but him, he had Tamlin to deal with as well.
Stupid royalty.
"Towns, where the heck are ya? Stop foolin' 'round!" The Captain had little idea where his crew had run off to-----he didn't know that Towns already had his hands full. He could fight Thelma and Tamling with no problems, but he couldn't carry them both, if knocked them out.
Guess he would have to get creative, then, and huffed to himself. }}
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 19, 2017 15:43:25 GMT -5
{{ Roni to the rescue? }}
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Feb 19, 2017 16:10:16 GMT -5
》Yep. I think Lou could use a little help. xD《
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Post by ℊℓоω on Feb 19, 2017 16:39:59 GMT -5
Elmer "Towns" Townsend Towns, in theory, should have let the other man go. It had all happened too quickly, even knowing the plan. Adrenalin had been pumping through his veins even before Lou had made his dramatic entrance. And then everything descended into chaos. Suddenly he found himself faced with the decision of heading straight for the bride and groom or apprehending what he knew to be a threat. He took the latter. What he didn't realize at the time was the man whose kidney was centimeters from the point of his knife was actually none other than the brother of the king. For now, however, the man with the peppery hair was no more than a shield.
"Sorry, friend," said Towns gruffly, twirling his toothpick between his teeth. "It's not personal. Now, put your hands up and tell me your name."
"My name?" echoed the man, and Towns detected a hint of annoyance. "Paris, although I don't know why that's relev--"
"Paris as in the brother of King Thadrin?" interrupted Towns. Before the other man had a chance to answer, Towns heard his name shouted from across the room. He recognized the voice instantly as belonging to Persephone. He gave a quick wave with one hand in response. Through the smoke he could make out several familiar shapes of fellow pirates, the two closest belonging distinctly to Percy and Judas. Ash was kicking up down the aisle. The rosepetals which minutes before had been tossed to the ground by the flowergirls were coiled into weightless soot. Towns tightened his grip on the knife and pushed Paris in the direction of the others.
"Just bring the guy along," Percy was calling. "We don't have time for this!" Towns didn't bother explaining the luck of his catch, for the time being he needed to focus on getting himself and his hostage out of the cathedral before it all came tumbling down on their heads. He hoped the escape route was cleared according to plan. They all needed to leave the building as soon as possible, before they could be intercepted.
"Everyone head for the door! Let's get out of this place before we're buried!" he shouted. As if on cue, the rafters above began to groan. The fire was licking at the ceiling from the drapes. Paris struggled against this grip, but he didn't allow him to budge. "Struggling will only make it worse for you, buddy," said Towns calmly. He shoved his captive in the direction of the escape door than looked back to see if Judas and Percy were following. "Has anyone seen Lou?" he asked. Upon getting blank expressions from his companions, he gave a slight shake of the head. "One of you go see if you can find him, the other come with me. We need to move if we don't have to be intercepted."
Without further instructions, he led the way quickly to the nearest side door, one facing in the opposite direction the wedding guests fled. He knew that a short way down the path, the Eventine was strategically tucked behind the cover of the cliffs. If everything went according to plan, they would be hauled onto its deck in a matter of minutes, royal hostages in hand.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 19, 2017 20:06:16 GMT -5
{{ Roni's got you, Lou }}
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