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Post by zero on Jul 11, 2017 14:36:03 GMT -5
Just putting the plot here so we don't have to go back for any reason. Plot -- Our characters wander into an old store. One of them finds an old book and opens it to a random page. Then starts to read the page. So, if they travel to modern New York, welcome to magical and fantasy New York where there is a women walking a teacup dragon. Yup, everyone from the store finds themselves sitting in a park of large city. They quickly learn this place is called "New York". Twist is, no one has the book. The person reading it didn't hold the book, so no book. They can't get back. However, that won't stop the heroes. They go on a search through the city for all the book stores and magical stores they can find. Word gets around that these guys are looking for a book with time travel. Like in the game of telephone, the words get shifted and twisted. Gangs and other people looking for power think they have the book. The law is even after them because time travel is illegal. The race against time now begins.
Characters -- Wynn Measue -- Scholar -- Female(she,her) -- 19 years old Many people underestimate the young scholar, not just because she is a women. Standing at 5'6" and being a bit on the skinny side, it is easy to see why many would look down on her. She can barely weld an axe. She doesn't look particularly special either. With short, black hair and round, olive green eyes, she could easily blend into a crowd. Worse, with how short her hair is, most mistake her for a boy. People should rather fear Wynn's sharp mind. She is intelligent and knowledgeable about, well, mostly everything. Her mind is like a sponge. She also has a large pool of magic. The only problem is her curious nature mixed her inexperience. She has wandered around plenty, but never really had to apply her knowledge. In stressful situations, she is likely to snap. She also has a bit of a controlling nature, use to knowing everything. Wynn is the daughter of a wealthy fishing family in a port town in Wales. She found her love in books and her parents were happy to foster this.
Asteri Nilsen -- Blacksmith's daughter/apprentice -- Female (she/her) -- 20 years old Blonde hair usually tied back in a high ponytail, brown eyes, long narrow nose, medium complexion, 5'10", well-muscled arms. Her mother died in childbirth, so she was raised by her father, a smith. When she was young she tended to wander off a lot, so to prevent her from straying into the untamed woods, her father invited her to sit in on his lessons with a village boy whom he hoped to make his apprentice. Asteri, being competitive and having grown up around the forge, proved better at smithing than the boy, so her father apprenticed her instead. Illiterate - Kind-hearted but sensical - A bit naive due to her sheltered upbringing Of Nordic descent and grew up in a small trading village in the north, but she has come to whatever town Wynn is in to hawk her father's wares.
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❧ муrιαd .
call it your day #1 in the rest of forever
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Post by ❧ муrιαd . on Jul 11, 2017 15:07:26 GMT -5
Asteri Nilsen -- Blacksmith's daughter/apprentice -- Female (she/her) -- 20 years old Blonde hair usually tied back in a high ponytail, brown eyes, long narrow nose, medium complexion, 5'10", well-muscled arms. Her mother died in childbirth, so she was raised by her father, a smith. When she was young she tended to wander off a lot, so to prevent her from straying into the untamed woods, her father invited her to sit in on his lessons with a village boy whom he hoped to make his apprentice. Asteri, being competitive and having grown up around the forge, proved better at smithing than the boy, so her father apprenticed her instead. Illiterate - Kind-hearted but sensical - A bit naive due to her sheltered upbringing Of Nordic descent and grew up in a small trading village in the north, but she has come to whatever town Gareth is in to hawk her father's wares.
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Post by zero on Jul 11, 2017 19:47:45 GMT -5
I'm sorry for leaving without saying anything. There was a small problem. ^^' I'll get up my character in a second. I decided to change the gender because I thought this character would be more fun. )
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❧ муrιαd .
call it your day #1 in the rest of forever
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Post by ❧ муrιαd . on Jul 13, 2017 15:13:11 GMT -5
that's ok!! wynn sounds like a fun chara o:
you can start the actual rp if you want
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Post by zero on Jul 13, 2017 20:27:31 GMT -5
Wynn loved the market. This was the time of year were she would flutter from stall to stall chatting with the foreigners while buying their goods. Her face would hurt from all the false smiles she gave, but everything was worth it in the end. It was the easiest time of year to gain new knowledge. Anything new was always scribbled down. By the end of the day, her notebook would be full with barely lendable figures. It may never be useful, but Wynn wanted to know. She wanted to know everything there was to know. Why? Well, she wanted to explore the world one day. At least, the places around her. She didn't expect to go anywhere as forgien as China, but she would like to see as much as she could. The only thing holding her back was her family, They didn't approve of her, as a women and their eldest child, to go out into the world and potentially never come back. They said they feared for her life, but Wynn knew the truth. They thought she was too weak and inexperienced to head out. Well, she was going to prove them wrong. Wynn was approaching the Nord vessels with full intent to barter passage on one of them.
Of course, it wasn't going to be easy. She did hate the amount of people she had to practically shove aside and these Nords weren't easy to move. They were pure muscle and didn't have the most polite attitudes. If Wynn was any less stubborn than she was, she would refrain from annoying them. But Wynn was stubborn and knew what she could get away with. She was the daughter of one of the wealthiest men. She could get away with anything. Until she boarded the Nord vessel. Then, she was going to be just like any other passenger. The thought both terrified and thrilled her. First, she would have to get the attention of a ship captain. her hand tightened around her bag strap as she gathered her courage. Everyone was allowed to have some nerves when running away from home. She let out a small sigh. Not her. She would push on.
As she neared the ships, Wynn noticed a small tent set up just beyond the border of the village. As anyone who had never felt the consequences for being too curious, she entered the tent. Wynn blinked as she scanned the tent. The inside was much larger than she had expected. Books and scraps of paper cluttered every possible surface. They didn't seem to be in any order as well. Wynn snorted when she found a book about fishing right next to a book about philosophy. She shook her head as she weaved her way around the stacks of books. Not once did he think about calling out to the owner. As much as she despised the order, she loved the search. The young scholar wasn't sure what she was exactly looking for, but she knew it had to be interesting. What was more interesting than an old tome with glittering gold words and a soft leather cover. It's old, she observed as she stroked the cover. She carefully opened the book and winced at the loud crack it made. She started scanning the yellowed pages, and her brows came closer and closer together as she became more and more perplexed.
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❧ муrιαd .
call it your day #1 in the rest of forever
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Post by ❧ муrιαd . on Jul 13, 2017 21:18:32 GMT -5
This was hardly Asteri's first market; it was, however, her first time travelling abroad without her father. In her youth, she would regularly travel with her father to trade fairs and markets both near and far, peddling their goods, services, and knowledge: smithing was hardly a rare trade, but everyone had a different way of going about it, and Asteri was especially interested in picking up the trade secrets of foreign forges. This time, however, her aging father had left the trading mission to Asteri alone. To her relief, business was booming. There were plenty of ships at harbor full of men eager for well-made weapons or gear, and only a few were put off by the fact that she was a woman. She'd also just finished a quick stop at the local forge, where she'd bartered with the smith for a fine sword with an intricate hilt. The sheath now hung at her hip as she walked, the weight of the weapon familiar and comforting. Still, she walked with a hand just brushing the sheath, wary of thieves who might wish to steal her prize.
After restocking her provisions, Asteri left the bustling village square, intending to return to the shipyard. Only a short distance past the village limit, she noticed a tent, its flaps rustling as though someone had just entered. It was too large to be someone's sleeping quarters, so Asteri took it to be some sort of makeshift shop. A glance at the sky confirmed that she still had time, so she adjusted the sheath at her waist and entered the tent.
Inside were more books than she'd ever seen in her entire lifetime; they ranged in quality from scraps of paper to neat scrolls to ornately-bound tomes in strange scripts. Asteri's first reaction was disappointment, then curiosity. She was mostly illiterate, only able to read her own name and a few words, most related to her trade. She was both disinterested and fascinated in books: they were useless to her, and yet people spent their whole lives bent over the dusty pages. She glanced around briefly but saw no sign of a shopkeeper; she frowned, wary. It seemed foolhardy to leave such a trove unattended. Perhaps she would hang around until they returned? Then she heard the rustle of pages, a shuffling of feet, an exhaled breath, and turned. Still no one was in sight, so she moved quietly around a tall stack of books, finally spotting another woman across the tent. Immediately she relaxed at the sight of a potential owner, then tilted her head. It wasn't common for her to see a woman who could read, much less one who was confident enough to tackle an entire book. Asteri was terribly impressed. Within her rose the desire to be able to read so confidently as this stranger, to be able to access the wealth of knowledge contained in the cipher of the written word. Imagine, a book on smithing! Or on any subject in the world: animals, folk tales, medicine! At once she snatched up a book from the nearest stack and thumbed through it furiously, but she could make out fewer words than she had fingers. Her brow furrowed, and she moved to put it back in defeat, but at the last second fumbled it. It was a thick book and fell heavily at her feet. Immediately Asteri's shoulders rose to her ears; her face red with embarrassment, she glanced sheepishly across the tent to see if the other woman had noticed.
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Post by zero on Jul 14, 2017 18:59:00 GMT -5
Wynn had begun mumbling the words under her breath as she slowly made her way through the complex figures inked on the page. Her fingers traced the bottom of the letters as she struggled. The fact that she was struggling actually made her more interested in the tome. Not much could challenge the advanced scholar. The difficult objects always received her full attention. Her mind was fully immersed in the book when a loud, rude noise caught her attention. By caught her attention, she really meant she jumped and partly closed the book. The girl whipped her head around until her green eyes landed on the other women. Her mouth transformed into a tight line as she looked the girl up and down. She had to hold back a sigh of disappointment. The girl was less than impressive. Wynn knew this wasn't the owner. At least, it wasn't the image the girl had in mind for the owner. The loud women looked to be just an ordinary Nord girl. Perhaps a warrior judging by her rough look and the sword on her hip. Though she didn't seem dangerous or quite as gruff the others, not with a bright red face and guilty expression. Wynn didn't bother to hide the small smile that grew on her face. Upon noticing a book at her feet, Wynn raised an eye brow.
For a second, she considered speaking to the other female. After all, truly literate Nords were as common as blue squirrels. Meaning, she hadn't found one yet. The traders who came just knew how to read a map and, if she was lucky, their names. It was a true disappointment to one so invested in books and hoping to travel to the trader's homeland. Wynn would be crushed if no one could read or had books in the Nordic lands. Most traders and warriors who came barely knew what a book was. They were more of the oral story tellers, which was a bit archaic if you asked Wynn. Still, Wynn had hope. She couldn't believe any civilization could last without written knowledge. No one could remember everything. Wynn looked at the girl again. She couldn't such a rough person as a storyteller of an educated one, so she turned her attention back to the book.
She flipped through the novel until something caught her eyes. By the structure, Wynn knew this must be a poem of some sort. The words were confusing. She knew how to read each letter, but together, they made no sense whatsoever. She held the book closer to her face as if this would clear up the discrepancies. She found herself growing more and more confused by the second. Her voice wavered as she reached the second stanza. But, she was not one to give up. Her voice grew louder as she finished the nonsense written down. She then snapped the book shut and huffed. Useless. This book was completely and utterly useless. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced around for the owner. She needed to know why such a baffling and seemingly insane book was in anyone's library.
All motivation was lost when her vision faded in and out. She stubbornly stumbled forward. Of course, it did bother her that her legs decided they weren't going to work today, but nothing could stop her when she wanted something. She was like a bloodhound on a scent, at least that was how her family described it. However, even Wynn's determination couldn't fight against fate. Her legs gave way and she was falling. Her arms flung out to find any surface to cling on. Of course, she managed to grab onto the nord women's wrist. That was when she realized it felt like she was being sucked into something. The sturdy Nord should have been able to provide some kind of resistance, but Wynn still felt herself falling. She cried out as everything fading to black. She didn't land on anything.
She cracked open one eye, but found herself opening both almost immediately. She was on her back staring at the clouds. Something strange licked the side of her face. She turned her face to see a miniature eastern dragon staring at her. It was the size of a weasel with approximately the same body. She could only stare at the strange beast as it cocked it's head at her like she was the strange one. It scampered away as someone whistled. Wynn sat up and her mouth fell open. Around her were buildings the height of mountains and made of a shiny material she could only identify as metal. Vehicles made up of diffident color medals wised and honked. She saw a man levitating a hot dog to a man sitting in a bench. She kept looking around, finding more and more objects and creatures she could never dream of. Soon, a large grin grew on her face.
(Sorry, I think I rambled on a bit)
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❧ муrιαd .
call it your day #1 in the rest of forever
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Post by ❧ муrιαd . on Jul 15, 2017 16:24:41 GMT -5
(( that's ok! ))
Asteri felt her stomach do an uncomfortable flip as the other woman scrutinized her. Something about the way the other girl held herself spoke of wealth and privilege and most of all, pride. Seeing what might have been the slightest smile on her face, the shame only grew in the pit of Asteri's stomach. How foolish she was to think she might have any sort of kinship with this woman. They were practically worlds apart, as far as their stations went. Though she was not poor, neither was Asteri wealthy by any means, and her blood was common. She wasn't noble by any sense of the word. Her mouth felt sour; to think she had considered asking the woman if she would read something to her! As she picked up her dropped book, however, Asteri realized the other woman was in fact reading out loud. Unable to contain her curiosity, she edged just a bit closer to see if she could make out the words. Despite being decently fluent in a number of tongues, a skill picked up during trades, Asteri didn't recognize the language, but admired the flow of the text just the same. It certainly sounded interesting, almost like a poem or a song. Entranced, she took another step toward the other girl, but at that moment the woman slammed the book shut and turned in a whirl. Asteri froze, then noticed the girl seemed dizzy. She opened her mouth to offer help, but the girl toppled over, and Asteri hurried to support her, grabbing the young woman's forearms as the woman's hands wrapped around her wrists. Just touching the woman filled Asteri with nausea, like seasickness or vertigo. She, too, swayed on her feet, then felt herself falling, the edges of her vision blurring to gray noise. The ground took an unexpectedly long time to meet her body, and the dim light of the tent suddenly swelled to perfect, unblocked sunlight on the other sides of Asteri's eyelids. Confused, she opened her eyes, feeling the dizziness drain from her limbs like water from a damaged waterskin. Terror and disbelief rose in her gut as her senses were barraged with strange smells, sights, feelings, and sounds. She was no longer in the bookseller's tent. She was outside, surrounded by strange, glittering spires that reached ever upward toward the clouds. Metal things almost like horseless carriages flashed past with a noise like growling, and impossibly bright colors assaulted her eyes everywhere she looked. She noticed a scent like burning and looked down to see the other woman on the ground, a rabbit-sized lizard licking her face. To Asteri's relief the woman opened her eyes and looked around with her own sort of awe, but somehow this woman was smiling. She was not afraid! Asteri gripped the hilt of her new sword as tightly as she could, relying on its solidity and weight to comfort her. "Wh-what happened?" she breathed, half to herself. "This cannot--this is--where are we? Please," she turned to the other woman, desperate, "what is going on?"
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Post by zero on Jul 16, 2017 14:55:07 GMT -5
Wynn's head snapped to look at the other women and her look of awe twisted into confusion. She remained silent as she looked at the buildings then at the women. Then, she looked to the green grass. Her eyes weren't focused on the objects, instead they were moving slightly as her mind tried to piece together everything. She came to a realization. This wasn't a dream. This was too real to be a dream and she couldn't dream of things she hadn't seen. Plus, she doubted she would have dreamt of a women she saw for two seconds. She clenched her hands in an effort to keep them from shaking. This was somehow real. How?
She decided to go over the things she knew. She knew her name, Wynn. That one was easy nd helped her calm down. She knew she was tired and really shouldn't be standing. She searched for the pool were her magic usually was. Nothing was there. If they ran into anything dangerous...well, she wouldn't be able to do anything. She started to pick at her finger nails while chewing on the edge of her lip. Something drained her of her magic, which was odd considering she didn't cast a spell. She also knew where she was from, but not where she is. She also knew this women was from where she was. She looked over to the other women and sighed. She was a good place to start. Even when the women could make as much sense of this as she could.
"I don't know." Wynn said, shaking her head. She took one last look at the changing landscape around her. There was nothing recognizable about anything around them. She moved her hands to her sides and sighed. Her tense muscles loosened a fraction. She held her chin up as she looked at the other women. "Let's walk around. Perhaps this is an illusion of some sort." She suggest with an even tone. She started walking deeper in to the park, assuming the girl would follow.
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