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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2021 20:33:31 GMT -5
Starchaser Just take your time! Either that or just write something and don't edit it and post it. Just write and don't care. Sometimes I have to do that. XD Either way it will be lovely and worth the wait!)
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Post by Starchaser on Mar 15, 2021 22:23:19 GMT -5
{ @shootforthestars me posting this:
Okay, here it finally is! I loved your post, and also had a lot of fun with this, though I can't match your quality. Please don't think about what's happening too hard, I just *gestures vaguely* I just wanted to get something up, seeing as it's already been so long. That in mind, the original version I drafted in my mind while reading your response was soooo much better. I always tell myself to write down snippets before I lose them, but I always lie and say I'll remember. Maybe one day I'll learn my lesson. I really should have written it yesterday though, when my heart was really in it, since the flow of inspiration has now been interrupted by work and all. I don't know why, but lately I just can find the right words for anything. I'm actually so mad this is how it turned out but *sad clown emoji* At least I kept it briefer.
The only two ways I know to convey flirty tension: eyes and mouth.
I'm ashamed to admit part of why this took so long is because I felt like the dance + fight scene needs to be accompanied by some kind of either upbeat or suspenseful waltz music and I searched for hours to find something that fit. An, yeah, maybe I watched actual waltzes for reference (and i'll be darned if you could have a coherent conversation during one, but this is about the aesthetic). I still couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what I was after, but I did find this really great composer on YouTube called Peter Gundry. Everyone absolutely needs to hear his music, it's great. I think if you were to take his vampire masquerade stuff and imagine it melded with the "dancing with your enemy" genre, you'd get the right feel. I think of songs that actually exist, I like Khachaturian's Masquerade best for this. Not that I have an extensive knowledge of waltz music.
As for your Clari conundrum, I'm honestly open to either, which I realize isn't exactly helpful. I think her purposefully starting things could be fun, it's up to you though. I just want to see Clari brawl xD I tried to leave it open to either way.
Also, this is just some potential Azar coding, and I'm still shying away from delving too deep in his thoughts, since I'm not entirely certain of his character. In a way, it's nice to have someone that isn't well-defined too. So, this is less of an Azar perspective, and more of a narrator talks about Azar with some insight into his actions, which might be why it's a little dry to me.
Now, I'm gonna crawl off before I die, of direct and second-hand embarrassment both. }
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2021 1:33:50 GMT -5
Starchaser And stop being so down on yourself! It was a great post! This is a pro-confidence RP! I actually quite like the circumstance I thought up. XD Tell me if it's too much, but I think that it could make for an interesting fight scene if played right!! Kind of a Random dude: how could you do that? Azar: I didn't, She STOLE my necklace. Someone get her! Clarisse: Well, crap *attempts to punch her way out* XD.)
 Clarisse Alinsky “The sun watches what I do, but the moon knows all my secrets.” - J M Wonderland
✶ ⤐ ☾The Chosen Werewolf ☾⬷ ✶
For a moment, Clarisse forgot that what she had came for when the orchestra started something thrilling and exciting and she was so casually swept into the throng of dancing creatures. The shining blood in Azar's cup had long been drained and put away before he cradled her closer than before.
Moderation just isn't a concept I much care for.
She swept her tongue against her lower canines as she let out a guttural chuckle, much like the sounds of happiness when in Rafe's embrace. Clarisse voice was mirth filled, "A demon after my own heart. I'm not one for moderation either, Mr. Rathorul."
The scars on her face stretched against the large, wolfish grin, "You and I see eye to eye on many things. Maybe you should invite me to these parties more often so that we can enjoy everything as much as possible together. And don't worry. I've managed to circumvent that particular trait before."
She winked at him conspiratorially. Belua against her legs and heels to keep her upright and fluid, Clarisse found it easy to match him now. Learning to dance had taken much less time than she thought though she knew Azar was doing most of the work in keeping them on track with those around them. She lost herself in the music and the pungent smell of his cologne, tipping her head back when he swung her wide.
Snapping back again, she noticed that the demon had somehow managed to place her even closer against him and Clarisse's fingers curled around his arm in humor. But it was the way he bounced them about that made her tip her head back and laugh. All the other couples were graceful and smooth and then they were this raging storm of nicety and pretense that could turn sour at any moment.
And by the way his breath shifted and his scent rolled off of him, she could tell that he was enjoying himself too. Two heirs with two separate end goals and yet, were making the most of the fleeting time of wild abandon.
Clarisse was beginning to like Azar Rathorul. She hoped he didn't mind when she robbed him blind.
The werewolf's hair flew around her as they spun to the waltz. Nose twitching at a subtle change in his scent, she diverted her attention to finding the cause and almost balked at the nasty remark. That was a new one to her. She turned her head to pinpoint the sound, her eyes flashing with the anger one felt towards their new plaything being demeaned. She wondered if Azar noticed the way her lip twitched up as the familiar desire to defend her "possessions" arose.
His voice on her skin drew her back and when she turned, her nose grazed his cheek. He had been closer than she was expecting. The anger faded back into mild humor. She cocked an eyebrow up, "And Rafe knows the drama I can start."
When he tugged her closer still, almost flush against his hot suit, a noise from deep in her chest rumbled in slight surprise. They danced for a few moments more as the high intensity waltz continued on and she let the music suck her back into its depths. Soon, the orchestra slowed and the pair slowed with them.
Even as fit as she was, Clarisse's breathing was faster and her face flush with blood. She blinked it down, uncertain as to why dancing had affected her the way it had. Perhaps it was her partner. He radiated heat and the smell of alcohol was quickly drifting away into the smoky forest smell from the first dance. She was coming to tolerate it as they waltzed together, the smell affecting her head less and less with time.
"My dear sir, I have never done a conniving thing in my life, ever." The words were silky against her mouth and she even had the audacity to fake a look of innocence. It broke quickly when she squinted her eyes and looked into his six, "Don't worry, Azar. Drama is never far when I'm around. Maybe you just don't know what it looks like on me yet."
She paused to shift her arms around his neck to a more comfortable position. Her forearm brushed the chain of the necklace as she looked away with a sly smile, "Can't a girl just want to dance? Must she have motive outside of having a good time?"
Her eyes shifted back to his for a moment before glancing away again as he spoke of his proposal. Clarisse tried to not let the disdain reach her face, but she had never quite mastered her eyes. Of course, he wants an alliance. Shocker.
Humming, she pursed her lips and drummed her fingers against the nape of his neck, "What kind of asset? My Alpha's will be hard to convince. I might be their child, but their words are law, Azar. But.. if you can convince me first what you have to offer then I will try to convince them to give you audience." Her fingers stilled. "Be the werewolf in your corner, so to say."
Not that it will matter. You're barking up the wrong tree, sir.
The music quicken again. Stomach now pressed against him and back arched, the jovial nature of the dance quickly turned something heavy. Scents pressing around her, Clarisse couldn't contain her amusement when she let out a breathy laugh and gently shook her head before looking directly into his eyes, "Why, Azar. One might think that you're coming on to me. What would my parents say?"
Her tone told the story that she didn't quite care at all what they would say, but if he wanted conniving then that was what he was going to get. Deft hands stilled at the clasp that held the necklace in place around his neck. Just one snap and it would be in her hands. Just one snap.
Her eyes twinkled as she looked down at his lips, "No, they needn't at all."
And just like that, the clasp broke under the Belua enhanced strength in her fingers and she pulled it loose from his neck. She admired it in the light as she held it up, looking at it like a lover. She sighed, "I hope you forgive me for this, Azar. I very much like you. But saving the world and the like. You know."
She shrugged and then she gasped loudly. Loud enough for the male and female's around to hear and when they turned, she reared back and slapped him.
"Azar! You dirty pig!" Tears welled in her eyes and she tucked the necklace under her arm as she stepped backwards and let them fall dramatically. "I can't believe you!"
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Post by Starchaser on Mar 17, 2021 17:37:00 GMT -5
{ @shootforthestars me posting this
Um, no I don't think I will <3 I hardly got a chance to work on it yesterday, so that's part of why it took so long. Also, yes, I'm a little em-dash-enthusiastic right now. Sorry about the size, I know I sure do write a lot for someone who can't do it, but it is what it is. I really just wanted to finish it, so I cut quite a bit out.
Hey, Shoot, can I please live in your posts? They all have such an, I don't know, epically cinematic feel to them. And you churn them out so fast! I think the reason I always get so hyped and inspired after reading them is just because it's very easy to get pulled into the scenes you paint. I aspire to your level, you're really out here one-upping yourself every time, and it's amazing. Also, I wish you could narrate my life, because I feel like if anyone could make it sound interesting, it would be you.
Anyways, I felt the need to respond to dialogue in the last post, but if you want to end it here for sake of pacing and better structure, I completely support that (: I just sort of enjoy writing Azar, even if he gives me a lot of trouble, and he really never shuts up (also, he's not avoiding talking about what a business alliance would actually entail because he's shady (though one could certainly make the argument he normally does have other interests he doesn't reveal), but because i have no clue how that stuff works).
Oh, you're relying on me to set up a good fight from here?  I'm not here to pull my own weight. It's your world, Shoot, I'm just roleplaying in it. Although that does sound very fun. I hope it works for you, I went a slightly more subtle way, but I wasn't really certain how to take it. I can always make the reveal more dramatic, if you want. I'm just not the best at this sort of setup. Definitely feel free to take some liberties with what I've written to put your own spin on it!
Now, I'm assuming the rest of prophecy crew will hear the commotion one the fight breaks out and be like "exit stage left." I'm not sure what all of them will do, though Alex might be stealing a getaway car. I'm not entirely certain what we'll do at that point, just since everyone else is still busy, far as I know. I'd be happy to pick up the cult guys again, since I do have that post still in the works. It's just taken a backseat to this beautiful drama. }
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2021 0:54:32 GMT -5
Starchaser Me reading your posts:
The size is defiantly not a problem, my friend! I went a little crazy with this one as well because i figured we could wrap up the interaction ok here. Feel free to do whatever you want though with the fighting at the end. It's all just one big brawl with everyone kind of getting crazyyyy. XD
Aww! You're so sweet! Thank you! I don't think my scenes are all that epic but I'll take your praise! XD One of the things that helped me with the last one was your song choice. Dude, that waltz was perfect for this scene! Just absolutely perfect. Good job! And thank you again. I appreciate it! I personally think you're way too hard on yourself because I love reading your posts as well and almost always feel inspired from them too! 
I actually really liked seeing his responses to the dialogue because I was wondering what he was gonna say. I know that the length kind of put you in a bind when it came to what to do next so the post was very well wrapped up. I really like Azar. Darn it Star. I feel like Clari and Azar could be ~friendssss~. Can we make them be friends later on please? Not gonna lie, some of the portion up top was my own sadness leaking through for Azar. I don't think it was out of place for Clari due to the full deception thing not being something she throughly enjoys. Since there was something there, I think she would be guilty for getting the poor boy's hopes up (even if he did know something was up) and then slapping him and dragging his name through the mud.
Maybe we can have them reconcile one day. One day... *looks wistfully into the distance*
Oh stop. It was perfect. A totally perfect set up for my needs. 
In regards to the prophecy crew, Amber mossecho feel free to do whatever! Clari is there and ready to dip, but please take you time in setting something up! Such as a getaway car. XD)
Clarisse Alinsky “The sun watches what I do, but the moon knows all my secrets.” - J M Wonderland
✶ ⤐ ☾The Chosen Werewolf ☾⬷ ✶
She was too deep now. She had to stick through the plan regardless of how her stomach started to churn and her resolve was quickly falling by the wayside. Extending from the spot where she had struck him to her chest was chilled blood and surely it was going to overtake her before she had the chance to check it. She had decided to do this only minutes ago and here she was, looking into the male's eyes and honestly regretting her decision.
Clarisse bit her lip as the commotion started and he blinked over at her. Expecting anger only to be met with subtle appreciation was a gut punch. She hugged her arms around her like she was cradling herself in distress, but it was to hide the necklace than anything.
Maybe she could have taken that interesting invitation and snuck off with a strange male, but she still would have had to taken the necklace. I like you, Clarisse, and not just for some political gain. Clarisse drew blood against her lip and hoped that she looked more painfully upset than guilty regretful.
She liked the male too. That was the problem. He had painted very pretty words and scenarios in the few moments they had danced together and she hated that she felt bad. He interested her and now she had taken advantage of her. And what was worse? He seemed quite resigned to it.
But she was too deep now. She crushed her conscious and plowed ahead. She could ask him to forgive her later.
The tears fell in earnest now and she had the sense to tilt her chin up as the crowd looked on at the scene, feigning indignation in the face of someone who had "hurt" her. The act came more natural than she liked. Slowly, she inched backwards and caved in on herself, "Don't act cute, Azar! If anyone is a fool here it is you for thinking you could take advantage of our dance!"
She was pushing back into the crowd as if to escape the male, but she just wanted out before anyone else -
"Clarisse, what is going on?"
She barely contained her wince as Fyn and Emmett came into view. Great, now they are going to start a fight with Azar - wait. Wait, wait, wait. Clarisse looked up at them in great relief and stepped through the crowd to their side. She let out a huge breath, "Thank Rafe, Emmett I need to leave. Azar, he -"
"He what?" The male's lip was already curling back into something vicious. Out of all the males to come to the scene, Emmett was a blessing from the lupine god himself. His fists flexed when she leaned forward and whispered to him as if greatly embarrassed. She could tell by the why the fair haired Fyn tensed that he had heard as well.
That was all it took for Emmett to whip around and beeline straight for the Ratharol demon. He reared back in a punch, but was intercepted by Fyn, "Stop, Emmett! You're making a scene!"
"He touched her! Let me kill him!"
But the new voice caught both of the male's attentions and Emmett stood panting when Azar explained what happened. What had actually happened. Clarisse winced as Fyn's silver eyes settled on hers. Crap. He knows. It was Emmett that took longer to process, but it was too late for him. He yanked out of Fyn's grasp and made to grab Azar's collar. He snarled, "So now you're accusing her of stealing?! You son of dog! I'll flay you alive!"
The others in the crowd weren't so convinced as the werewolf shook the demon. Someone in the crowd cried out, "Check her!"
A female to her right grasped her wrist. On instinct, Clarisse maneuvered out of the hold with expert grace and bumped into the people behind her. The crowd stirred and the air spiked with anger and tension. She bared her teeth at the female and snarled in mock fear, "Don't touch me!"
A few from the crowd tried to pull Emmett off Azar, but it only escalated the situation. Charged with screaming and shoving, Clarisse pushed the crowd over the edge when she "accidentally" elbowed the female behind her in the stomach and made her fall into the arms of an another male. The female with him gasped, "What do you think you're doing?! Get off!"
Clarisse stamped down on the guilt when the outright brawling started, spurred on by her actions. She had started bar fights before, but never one with so many people. She grunted when she got separated from Fyn and Emmett and consequently Azar. The snarling and thumping of fists meeting flesh and drawing of blood made her nerves tingle with the need to fight and fight and fight and fight.
She got her chance quickly when one of Azar's men, already bruised and bloody from the throng of people trying to escape or punch their way out, came at her with confused eyes. His eyes blinked when he spotted part of the necklace tucked into the crease of her dress, "You lying little bi -"
Clarisse kicked him with the point of her heel hard and low before he could give her away and he grunted. To his credit, he tried to stand up. Only to be meet with her satin covered knee to the face. He fell backwards in a daze and the fighting intensified around her.
She continued to push her away to the bar, panting as screams of excitement rose behind her. Clari couldn't help but peek to see Emmett go flying onto the stage. She bit back her laugh at his face when he sprung up and hopped right back into the middle of the brawl. Azar was there and so was the ever calculated Fyn, but he was watching her go with confused, saddened eyes.
Creamy eyebrows knit together and she called out to him in that shared space of the pack. I can't explain. I'm sorry. Tell Azar I'm sorry too. He was a perfect gentleman.
The male looked down for a moment and when he made eye contact again, his eyes were resolute. Be safe, Clarisse.
Guilt crushed her. He knows. He knows. But I'm too deep now.
She continued to find her way through the crowd and, bar in sight, Clari let her guard down. A mistake. A punch to the gut knocked the wind out of her, but she remained standing.
"What the Arfen was that?!" Maire was on her so quick that she lost her balance and stumbled into the end of the counter. The female swept a viscous hand against her cheek, drawing blood. "Are you mental, Clarisse?! You think I'm gonna honor that bet after that ****-show?!"
The crew was in sight and the bartender swearing at the ever growing disturbance. He started to walk over, but Clarisse gripped the female's hair and pulled her around. The female cried out when she was forced against the counter. Her knee ground into the nerve on Maire's thigh. Maire whimpered. Clarisse leaned in to whisper viscously, "If you know what is good for you, you won't mention a single word of our conversation! I mean it, Maire! Not. A. Word."
She released her and didn't look back and she shoved people aside to get to the crew.
Clarisse shallowed against the burning guilt and adrenaline in her throat, "Time to leave!"
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Post by Starchaser on Mar 18, 2021 3:40:15 GMT -5
{ @shootforthestars Honestly, I didn't even notice yours was that long xD I'm so used to writing these behemoth posts because I can never cut out unnecessary details. I think you definitely did a nice job of getting the action started and still wrapping the previous scene up. I don't really think there's much else to do with Azar directly, but I am very much being tempted to have some of my other characters get some punches in. Zane, I'm looking at you, it's time for more pain. Though having Gabriel have to deal with this mess he basically encouraged and helped start could be fun. It just doesn't open up much for interactions with characters that aren't mine. I'm at least going to have to make the aftermath an bonus story though. I have too many ideas.
They really are, the praise is well-deserved! Seriously, they put you right there in the action, it's always such a treat reading your responses. Everything just always ends up coming together so well in them, there's never a dull moment. I'm glad my taste in waltzes worked out well then. I was having a lot of trouble until I stumbled on that one and it felt like the scene was made for it. And I tend to be very critical of anything I write because I very much want to be awriter, it's one of my biggest aspirations in life, though I don't really see it going beyond a secret passion. I am laughably unskilled considering just how long I've been doing it, but I love it so *shrug* I just know that I really could do better, and I really want to, it's just hard to summon that kind of energy after everything else I've done in a day. And I'm more excited to move the plot along and see the next person's post, so perfectionism kind of takes a back seat. Then I reread my old posts and cringe xD I've been out of practice with writing for a while though, so I really am hoping it's just a matter of getting comfortable with the process and finding my style again.
That's good, I was worried it would be a drag. I did feel like there was more to the conversation to say though, so I went ahead with it. I definitely think it was good to wrap it up there though, no use in bogging down the brawl scene. The dance was hard enough not to slow down. ...Like Azar?  Aaaah, oh noo~ Darn, I just hate when characters I made to serve a singular purpose end up having depth. It's the patented Star method. First you reel your unsuspecting audience in with a false sense of security, making them think they couldn't possibly care about this silly, one-note character. Then you accidentally give them a personality in having to create content for them, catching everyone else by surprise. Honestly though, the fact that Azar out of all my characters became likable is hilarious to me, because I really did just create him to be stolen from. He was just supposed to be a kind of immature, eccentric rich boy with a sense of entitlement. And while he probably still is all of that, while I was thinking up what to do with him, he really just took on a life of his own (like with Zane, though he was always meant to be a more well-thought character). So he's spoiled and a little arrogant, but Azar really just wants to have a good time. And friends. He's got lots of people that hang around him, but it's almost assuredly for the possible gain, and it almost always ends up in backstabbing. I actually have a pretty solid idea of his character now, but I won't delve into all of that right now.
Bold of you to assume Azar isn't going to die in the attack (:< I have a feeling that he would forgive Clarisse when everything came to light though (no doubt Gabriel would come clean out of guilt). He'd be kind of angry, but mostly hurt for a while, but he'd come around. Considering I was planning on having prophecy crew traveling around Veuxdelys for a lot of missions, there's a good chance they'd run into each other again at some point. Azar gets around, especially in Infernal and Mage territory. Of course, that's if he's still alive...
I already more or less figured out what I want to do with Lilah, but it's not my turn in rotation yet. If you're interested in doing something else while we wait, I'd be happy to! I'm still working on my cult post, and we can definitely pick that interaction up again if you want. I also would like to have Zane join this brawl, and it would help since they're supposed to get separated, so we can alternatively have him and the rest of the Alinsky pack interact more if you want. And I just realized Caspian still exists and I've yet to write his introductory post, so I will be aiming to get that up soon too, especially since he needs to make his debut soon. That would really just be for reading though.}
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2021 1:30:59 GMT -5
Starchaser Please, punch away. Let everyone fight to their hearts content. Absolutely go for it with your own post if you want. I will eat that bad boy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I tell ya. ZANE. I miss my baby boy Zane. Feel like I haven't seen him in a hot second. T-T
Defiantly, defiantly. Writing is a muscle like any other. If you don't write, you atrophy. I completely understand the getting into your grove again or trying to find your "voice" so to say. XD
Star, why do you do this to me? You can't give me a love-able character and then act that they are going to die. Friends don't make friends cry or grieve, ok? except sometimes but only for important deaths not a "I just fell in love and now my heart is being broken" type thing Please don't kill him. I feel like I have had to beg for all your male characters to LIVE. They just want to live in peace without the threat of murder hanging over their heads. XD
But seriously: I need a scene where the gang has gone through some stuff and Azar just shows up in one of the territories with just what they need... but for a price. Because nothing is ever free in life and he is an aspiring business man, you know. *nods head* But Clari sees him and just hugs him because she knew she liked him for a reason. T-T Just a wholesome gang interaction and these two being actual friends!! Or something of that sort. Nothing fancy, but wholesome and fluffy since this plot has the potential to go to pot so fast!
Not a problem with the vague character! Mikel's pretty vague too, but I already like his head voice A LOT. He's funnnn.)
 Mikel Van Allen  “Prestige is the shadow of money and power." - C. Wright Mills
♤ ⤐ ♧ The Cold, calculated Traitor ♡ ⬷ ♢
Sitting in the window with his head against the window, Mikel could almost pretend that he was far away as the breeze caressed his cheeks. Grow wings and sore above the clouds and leave all the wretched people behind. Watch them burn from his vantage point. Let the dew of an early morning wake him and the sound of blood splatter lull him back to sleep again.
Steel gray eyes opened heavily when he raised the cigar and puffed deeply. The smoke curled around him like a cat as he turned his head out to gaze at the moon, a small smile making his lips twitch. Oh Mikel, how you tease yourself. The idyllic fantasies were quickly put aside. If left to blossom, the hope would surely coil around his throat like a noose when they eventually withered away.
So, he set his mind to things below the moon and the stars. It was simply easier that way.
"Feeling charitable tonight, were you?"
Not one to be startled, Mikel's turn of the head was smooth as butter and his polite smile even more so. He let the air shimmer with his words as he took her in, not quite sure why he recognized her. A ruffle of wind at his back and a whisper on the breeze was the hint he needed to pin her the cause. The smile turned conspiratorial; smoke came out his nose when he gave a breathy chuckle.
"Always."
To me: always meant forever, Mikel. What did always mean to you?
A deep rumble in his chest might have been mistaken as another chuckle. He lifted his cigar again and let his eyes take in her as the uncomfortable memory settled over him like a black fog. Like the dreams of flying, he took the memory by the throat and choked it until there was nothing left.
Just a void.
His silver eyes traced her steps closer, a small wind tickling the helix of his ear. Ready. Waiting for him. He hushed it back with a small tilt of his head and threw one leg out the window to let it dangle into the vast expanse before them.
The demon was different and yet similar to the others he had seen at the party. Most of them had vibrant coloring and odd anatomical features; there was consistency in their non-consistency. The female had antlers, more feminine than the massive horns some sported. They shone in the dying light of the moon. But what stood out to him most was the deep fuchsia of her eyes. So unlike his steely gray. Now, if only I can remember her name.
He blew more hazelnut and chocolate smoke into the night sky when she put her elbows on the window seal. Up close and personal now, Mikel could tell that she was young. At least, younger than he was and for a brief millisecond, he wondered why she had joined the cause. The interest was lost a mere heartbeat later when she became to speak of dreams and star wishing.
He had the distinct need to chuckle. His handsome face pulled into sly smile, "No, nothing like that. I grew out of star wishing a long time ago. Decided that if there was some fantastical goddess up there that granted wishes that she must hate me a whole lot."
Mikel blinked when he realized that his cigar was almost down to finish. A small grunt of disapproval and a toss of it over the edge into the garden below and all was right with the world again. The streak of the hawk overhead was an added bonus.
"And you? What brings you to my window seal?" He swept an arm out dramatically.
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Post by Starchaser on Mar 20, 2021 10:26:38 GMT -5
{ @shootforthestars I would be totally down to do something with Zane. And I haven't finished his little story yet either. He's definitely planned to get more screentime soon though, once the REAL fighting happens (with the curse monsters and bad guys). I don't know exactly what you had in mind for Clarisse's mom's death, but I had a possible idea that just kind of fell in my lap earlier. I definitely don't want to trample any plans you have though.
Yes, exactly, my "voice." That's a good way of wording it.
Well, I was considering having Azar die long before he got coding and some actual thought. But it wasn't set in stone and you did ask so politely. Plus, I would be lying if I said I didn't like the potential of having him return. The threat of murder is hanging over all of my character's heads though. Constantly. When it comes to the characters I have given coding, I actually only have two planned deaths so far. Some could go either way, and a few I have not entertained the idea of killing at all. Despite having jested about it, I'm not actually a fan of killing lots of characters off, especially not just for shock value or another character's suffering. It should have a reason that makes sense and clearly impact things in a meaningful way. It's a disservice to the the characters otherwise. So, yeah, don't actually worry yourself too much over my characters. Most of them will not only live, but get to accomplish their goals and lead a generally content life at the minimum.
Actually, I had really wanted prophecy crew to go to a masquerade ball where someone ends up getting murdered. Just one person though. And it's a murder mystery. I don't have any clue how to work that into the plot though, and it already would be similar to the party, but I love the masquerade aspect of it. But if we did that, it would be hilarious if someone asked Clarisse to dance and steal something from her and she's like "what the heck," but they take off their mask and it's just Azar.
Lilith is actually a character I already made for a story, but the settings are pretty different so I'm having to rework her quite a bit. I'm not entirely certain what her inner thought is like, so I'm keeping it vague. I've noticed I tend to put a lot of characters I have from my stories and test them out in different worlds, usually as side characters though, since I prefer making the main characters from scratch. Sometimes it's nice to give them another world to see how they might be different because it can help me with their other version's development. But it's also just like Easter eggs for myself. I have quite a few in this RP.
Also, I'm sorry I haven't gotten up a reply yet, Shoot. I'm kind of going through the motions and I want to put some effort in the reply. }
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2021 16:38:55 GMT -5
Starchaser Bring on the Zane! He is a sweetie and I miss him so much. T-T And tbh, I have no plans for Irene's death. It is one of those things that I just want to be as painful as possible, but I don't have a concrete plan. Lots of angst and wailing and painnn~~~ Sometimes, I worry for myself. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
2 planned deaths? Oh gosh. I love all the coding babies. Who could it it be? Lilah, Caspian, Zane, Gabriel, Harley, Maddox... *sweats nervously* Well, I mean that does make me feel better. It's curious that you say that you aren't a fan of murdering off characters because I actually tend towards the same feelings. I only kill off the character if it actually propels the plot. One of the things that I hate so much when I'm reading a story is when the author just kills everyone off. I also don't think that the author should EVER kill off the main character if it doesn't directly and thoughtfully and meaningfully CHANGE the plot. There has only ever been one story line that I think effectively pulled this off. All the others I have read just made me mad. The main character's death had no impact because it was pulled from the author's butt in the last few chapters. What does that do? Nothing. It does nothing. The story ended with the reader feeling sucker punched for no good reason. There is no closure because there is only two chapters left in the book or two minutes left in the show cough Voltron.
Anyways, I'll get off my soapbox now. *sniffles*
I adore murder mysteries. My roommates and I played clue the other day for hours and it was so much fun, Star! I would be down to have a murder mystery ball because I'm a glutton for fancy dresses and social conniving. Not gonna lie, the idea of Clarisse not knowing it was Azar with his bright pink hair, massive wings, skeletal tail and fancy demonic skin, CRACKS me up. Like who would miss that?? Looks over to every superhero who thinks a mask hides their identity I'm looking at you Miraculous Unless the mask was somehow enchanted to make him appear different.
Oh now that could be fun! An enchanted masquerade where everyone's masks make them look the same and the only way to see through it would be to pick up on the person's unique tells. It would totally be a mystery then!
A community center for our mage gang would be the most precious thing. I love that idea!
I'm totally down for a nice bittersweet or sweet ending. I'm a proponent of making the ending cohesive to the overall plot so I think this plot could totally swing either way. It has the potential to end horribly if we want or happy if we are feeling nice that day. Doesn't matter much to me as long as it makes sense in the context of the story!
Oh fun! I like when people use their own characters in the story because it adds dimension to the RP! I'm excited to see her more, but don't worry about rushing a reply. I'll be here so take your time!
Also, what happened to your pictures???
Also also, where are our character sheets? XD)
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Post by mossecho on Mar 25, 2021 0:54:38 GMT -5
[[ ok hell I haven't responded in a while but screw it, I am making a public vow: I shalt write a response before Monday, March 29th. I swear it upon my two true loves, books and boba, and upon my developing third love, the MCU. As WandaVision be my witness, I will actually write something. Amen ]]
edit: well, that failed. my new goal is friday. sorry y'all, stuff happened and life hit me in the face (but it's only a temporary thing, no need to worry about me <3). the first week of the new quarter is starting, so I should have minimal hw. once I'm done w/ all that and writing various cover letters, I'll write up a post for Alex. So far I am only drafting stuff in my head, but I'm thinking there will be a quick response to Clarisse, a few angsty thoughts about how Lilah is acting differently about him, panic about whether or not she knows that he knows that she lied (classic Alex panic, you know), a few side notes about Clarisse's interaction with that other dude who's name I always forget because I suck at names (although those notes won't be hella detailed because I don't want Alex to know everything because that kinda spoils stuff and eliminates the chance of Future Reveals), and then... idk what else. I'll figure it out. but does that sound good to y'all? just want to make sure I am keeping his post consistent w/ everyone else's plans for their characters ]]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2021 23:42:40 GMT -5
That’s sounds great to me. XD Don’t worry about the post if real world is hitting. I’ve got three tests this week so I’ll be gone for the most part. I have Biochem tomorrow so wish me luck. T-T)
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Post by Starchaser on Mar 31, 2021 20:00:01 GMT -5
{ No worries, Moss! Don't feel like you have to rush or anything, though I am always excited to see new posts <3 My only plans for next Lilah post is just to respond to whatever anyone else says, and I'm thinking I might let her get a little involved in the chaos. She'll probably cut the lights so prophecy crew can escape and for added mayhem purposes. Among other things.
I might get some stuff for my other characters up tonight, since I'm feeling somewhat inspired.
Also: good luck with the tests! And all real life things! }
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2021 20:48:02 GMT -5
I'm already excited for the post, but do take your time. My week was so crazy so I understand all the real life things. XD I hope everything went well for everyone else!) |
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Post by Starchaser on Apr 4, 2021 14:16:22 GMT -5
{ @shootforthestars Here is this, finally. I'm sorry, Shoot, I just couldn't quite pin this one down :/ I didn't have my other character come down to tell them stuff because a) i'm lazy and b.) i can't think of anything. I dunno, I just really struggled with this one, I hope you can find something to do with it. Once prophecy crew heads out, we can definitely have the cult characters causing some more trouble for the party or the city at large, though I'm not sure how good this set-up is. }
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Post by Starchaser on Apr 9, 2021 18:04:07 GMT -5
{ I may write up a Zane post for the fun of it tonight. }EDIT: I did! I ended up not liking it, but oh well, I am just happy to finally have something written.
@shootforthestars Here is Zane for your enjoyment~
This is a bit long, but I'm using it to set up the Irene death we talked about, and also separate Zane from prophecy crew. I didn't want to steal your thunder though, so I'm letting you write the main part out (: My boy will get more time to fight next post. }
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2021 1:38:12 GMT -5
Starchaser OK, I'm so sorry for the delay on these posts! I wanted to get them up sooner, but I'm low key drowning in the amount of life stuff on top of struggling through the last few weeks on school. I decided to keep this one really short due to Myrek and Irene's being longer! Mikel shows up for a moment in their account so see if you cna spot my baby!
Mikel Van Allen “Prestige is the shadow of money and power." - C. Wright Mills
♤ ⤐ ♧ The Cold, calculated Traitor ♡ ⬷ ♢
What did you do to earn their ire?
The chill in his steel eyes turned temperate with sardonic humor. His lips twitched up briefly and he snickered as he slightly leaned over the side of the window seal. As if he was going to let himself fall off into the unknown, Mikel watched her with dancing eyes, "What didn't I do?"
Air stagnating around him, he didn't so much as breathe as she continued on. His mind was still in the last question. Replying the events of his past life was something he solemn partook in, but he allowed himself the simple happiness of seeing the pleasant ones. But when the pleasant ones soured in his mind's eyes, turning into the bloody ones - the ones of sinew and gristle - Mikel breathed out slowly and released them back into the wind.
They couldn't torment him when they rode on the back of the air.
For a moment, he debated letting himself slip off the window seal for real, just to see if his wind would catch him. Then he thought better of it when the Infernal's horns glistened in the dying light of the moon.
Mikel hummed, "As long as I sit here, this window seal belongs to me." His lips pulled into a soft, mocking smile and pronounced the next words carefully. "Finder's keeper's."
Boredom brought her to him and boredom was surely to part them again. In fact, Mikel's steel cut eyes sprang to life with tears when the yawn rolled up from deep within him. He was glad that she didn't seem to want to linger for he wasn't sure if he was fond of entertaining her for much longer. He had come for one thing; to talk and to listen was not it. So he stared at the moon as she spoke, humming along so not to be severely rude.
Well, not that he really cared whether she thought him rude.
A pleasurable chill shot down his spine and for once, his eyes burned with the cold, "I'll be doing more than watching it burn, ma'am." He bowed his head slightly when she turned to leave and chuckled after her. He stood to his feet, dusting himself up like a proper gentleman.
"Have fun." His voice was barely a whisper on the breeze before she vanished.
 Myrek and Irene Alinsky “I would find you in any lifetime. - Kayne West
The Steadfast Alphas ♔ ⤐ ☾ ⬷ ♕
Irene knew she shouldn't have allowed Clarisse to come.
Call it a mother's instinct or just a nose to sniff out horse dung, she knew that there was something up when her daughter's voice came from the stage. She knew she was up to something. She knew.
"Myrek," Her growl had warning and her mate understood instantly.
"I know, I know." He tipped his head to Fyn and Emmett and they left without a word. They knew too.
And when they hadn't come back, but the distant gasp of her daughter and the growls of her pack mates assaulted her ears, Irene became worried. Salt scented the air when they tried to move closer and fury began to rise up within her when she strained her senses to reach far and wide through the busy crowd. The tears were her daughter's.
Irene knew. So why had she allowed this to happen?
The alpha's and the rest of the small delegation were kept back by the outbreak of fighting and shouting. Irene recoiled, stunned by how fast the crowd had descended into madness.
A hand on her arm pulled her away from the throng and back towards the more peaceful, if a bit confused party goers. Cries rose and she looked back to see Emmett go flying onto the stage. She clenched her jaw at the sight and called out to him to return in that mental headspace, but his rage was a firm wall in his mind.
Those around them streamed towards the foyer to escape the drunk fools that swung clumsily and carelessly. Whispers of stolen amulets and heady accusations battered her ears. None dared approach the mates. She stared and stared at the brawl as if it impossible to look away. A flash of creme hair caught her eye and Irene knew. Knew deep down in her gut what had occurred.
A calloused hand caressed her cheek, breaking the trance. The middle aged female drew in a shaky breath when the hot tears threatened to spill. Myrek gripped her face tenderly and looked deep into her startling blue eyes. His honey eyes mirrored the pain and sorrow she knew was there.
The people streamed around them as they stood in shocked silence and looked into each other's souls. Words sprang forth from the place Rafe had joined them together.
"Why? Why, Myrek?"
"I don't know." The thought was horrendously confused. "I don't know, magpie. We don't know if she - "
"Don't." The word croaked from her throat. She clenched her jaw shut. "Don't justify her actions. This kind of shame and disgrace will never leave our name... There must be action."
"Irene."
"Rafe, preserve my soul, I knew she would do this. No amount of threats would keep her from trouble! Banishment would have been kind, but now - "
"Irene!"
Her face crumbled, "How could she do this? How could she make me execute -"
"Enough!" The raw power in his voice made her recoil in submission. He towered over her with a snarl she had rarely seen from him. Eyes burning with rage, she couldn't help but look down at her hands and hunch forward to appear weaker. His Belua washed over her, choking the insanity from her thoughts and clearing her mind. She didn't speak until the intense presence waned. Myrek's anger never lasted long.
He let out an exhausted sigh and embraced her. She trembled against him and allowed his strong arms to bring clarity. Irene's head fell into his chest and for a moment, she felt like the young teenager who had spent the night out in the cold, naked in her shame. Her mother had given the pack strict orders not to touch her, aid her, or even look at her until the sun rose thirty times. As she shivered against the snow one particular awful night, she had felt the warm embrace of sun kissed arms.
Younger, but no less kind, Myrek had stayed with her that night, shivering with her as the snow piled up and up on top of them. He would have been flogged, maybe worse if her mother had caught them like that, but he had held her in her time of need. And years later, as they lay out under the stars, newly mated and drunk in their love, she had asked him why. Why would he risk punishment for her?
Why... Why did he love someone like her? He was handsome, strong, gentle yet firm... steadfast and never wavering.
Everything she had never been for anyone.
"Because you are my world, Irene. You might not see it yet, but there is wonder in your eyes. You look out on the fields and see a kingdom waiting to be discovered. When you speak, impossible things become possible... When I look at you, I see true freedom."
Irene let out a low sob and cradled against him, "Oh, Myrek..." He continued to hold her as if to shield her from the world around them as she gained her breath. "What do we do...?
"We ask her what happened." It was so simple that she almost laughed at the absurdity. She looked up to see if he was joking because she was most defiantly not amused, but his eyes were softly resolute. His lips tipped up sadly. "That is, if we can find her. Something tells me that she's trying to leave the nest for good this time, magpie.
His calm brought her back to a sober reality and she took a steading breath before nodding and stepping back, "Yes. Yes, I suppose you're right. We should call Fyn, Emmett, and Redis back then we will -"
Darkness and raining glass startled her, but her mate's strong arms were there before she could think, shielding her. Her eyes adjusted with Belua quickly, but the chaos only worsened. They were jostled as the people around them panicked to the outside. She cursed under her breath, "What now?!"
Myrek didn't respond when the lights suddenly came back on again, brow drawn and nose twitching. He straightened and his eyes seemed to narrow on the dark head of a fleeing male. His lips pulled back in the beginnings of a nervous snarl.
But it wasn't her mate's sudden interest in the male that caught Irene's attention as the masses swarmed around them. It was the sudden flash of Belua and the scent of wind and snow. She whipped her head around to see the male her daughter had rescued streaming towards them and pushed away from her mate. His lips were forming something - silver - but she was too worried about the werewolf.
"Zane, what are you -"
The crowd stilled when she gasped. Irene looked down to see the shaft of a silver arrow protruding from her chest. A wet sound echoed around the now quiet space; she gripped it and then turned her gaze upward.
A tear ran down her cheek at the pale horror spreading across her mate's face. The room tilted and her voice was confused, "Myrek?"
Guttural. His scream was guttural when she pitched to the side. Myrek told hold of her, wailing as the scent of silver and death spread through the air like a plague. The male held her when she heaved a large breath and the Belua withered inside of her. The silver in her heart and veins and eyes choked it, snapping every connection and leaving her pale as itself.
It was almost instant, the pain of the searing loss and the dulling on her eyes. He turned his face up towards Rafe's Third Eye and howled his grief as he cradled her lifeless body.
With this promise may Rafe twine my inward being into yours. When we lean into Rafe's embrace, may it be as one being. Of one soul and one thought, one life and one death. Never to be separated until Rafe comes to claim us to the Wheat Fields.
He was gaping. His chest was torn open for the world to see and the buzzards to eat. His mind was barren and dry, void was all peace and love. He was halved, even less than what he was before he met Irene and mated her.
She was gone and she had taken part of him with her.
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Post by Starchaser on Apr 13, 2021 1:56:35 GMT -5
{ @shootforthestars The wait is no problem at all! I'm so sorry to hear school and life are hard for you right now, I hope things get better and less stressful soon <3 And I hope you didn't feel pressured to respond at all (although I did really enjoy your responses). That wasn't my intention, I just wanted to strike while my own inspiration was hot. }
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2021 22:56:25 GMT -5
It’s not a problem at all! I’m still stressed tbh, but that was a nice stress reliever! Typing up posts and reading them always makes me feel better!!)
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Post by Starchaser on Apr 23, 2021 0:12:29 GMT -5
{ Same here, writing stuff for the RP usually makes me feel better. I'm probably not going to respond for a while though, cause I don't want to start the attack with prophecy crew still around, so I'm gonna wait for everyone else to get caught up. I am, however working on two Zane stories, so that's fun. Life is kind of beating me though so it might be a while. }
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2021 21:01:10 GMT -5
I completely understand. It's a busy time anyways for lots of people, but things should start to slow down in a few weeks. Zane stories, yay! We love Zane stories. <3) |
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2021 1:34:27 GMT -5
Howdy everyone! Just checking in to see how y’all are doing! Hope everyone survived finals if they had them and anything else that might be going in life. Summer is upon us. ) |
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Post by Starchaser on May 31, 2021 19:19:14 GMT -5
{ Happy official one year anniversary of the RP, everyone! (as in the day we started roleplaying was now over a year ago, which is wow) }
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2021 1:08:44 GMT -5
What?! I can’t believe that it has been that long since we started this. XD Time has flown by for sure!!)
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Post by mossecho on Jun 4, 2021 9:15:10 GMT -5
[[ hi everyone! the quarter's finally done, summer's started, so I can actually get back to this! hope you're all doing well!]]
[[ assuming this hasn't died... ? I know I haven't been active at all recently, and my sincerest apologies for that. I have reasons/excuses, but I understand if we're not continuing. still, loved rping with y'all, always did <3 ]]
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Post by Starchaser on Jun 4, 2021 18:43:35 GMT -5
{ mossecho Hey! Shoot and I were actually just talking about whether this was dead or not. We kinda figured people had moved on, and I totally understand if that's the case. That said, if you're still interested, I know Shoot and I definitely are as well, so I'd love to continue (no hard feelings if you don't though). And no worries about being busy and such, glad to hear from you though (and ditto to that statement) <3 }
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Post by mossecho on Jun 4, 2021 19:43:02 GMT -5
[[ Starchaser: I'd love to continue! This last quarter was just... hectic, hellish, horrible, all of those h-adjectives. At any rate, now that summer's here, I'll be able to get back to RPing. I've been missing Alex too much (: ]]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2021 19:48:58 GMT -5
Hey Moss! That's awesome! We were just discussing if we should declare it dead, but I'm down to continue if y'all are as well! I think that we should move on quickly from the party to get back into the swing of things. ) |
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Post by Starchaser on Jun 4, 2021 20:09:02 GMT -5
{ mossecho I'm sorry you haven't been doing the best, hopefully things will be easier now that summer is here.
Yeah, I think starting the battle as soon as we can would be good. Also, sorry I took everything down, I've been compiling it for personal reference, but I'll put the necessary stuff back up.
Do you guys want me to make a post that starts the battle? }
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2021 20:24:56 GMT -5
That's ok Star! I was missing it anyways because I don't have any of it saved. I was gonna ask for it to be shared once you complied it, but this works too! XD
Yeah that would be great!)
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Post by Starchaser on Jun 4, 2021 20:33:41 GMT -5
{ @shootforthestars Sorry again! So much of it really needs to be updated, and I wanted to organize it better, but I can leave it as is for now.
Just wanted to make sure nobody had a post in the works or anything. How do we want them to escape? Stealing a fancy car still? }
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I'm not here to pull my own weight. It's your world, Shoot, I'm just roleplaying in it. Although that does sound very fun. I hope it works for you, I went a slightly more subtle way, but I wasn't really certain how to take it. I can always make the reveal more dramatic, if you want. I'm just not the best at this sort of setup. Definitely feel free to take some liberties with what I've written to put your own spin on it!
Aaaah, oh noo~ Darn, I just hate when characters I made to serve a singular purpose end up having depth. It's the patented Star method. First you reel your unsuspecting audience in with a false sense of security, making them think they couldn't possibly care about this silly, one-note character. Then you accidentally give them a personality in having to create content for them, catching everyone else by surprise. Honestly though, the fact that Azar out of all my characters became likable is hilarious to me, because I really did just create him to be stolen from. He was just supposed to be a kind of immature, eccentric rich boy with a sense of entitlement. And while he probably still is all of that, while I was thinking up what to do with him, he really just took on a life of his own (like with Zane, though he was always meant to be a more well-thought character). So he's spoiled and a little arrogant, but Azar really just wants to have a good time. And friends. He's got lots of people that hang around him, but it's almost assuredly for the possible gain, and it almost always ends up in backstabbing. I actually have a pretty solid idea of his character now, but I won't delve into all of that right now.
