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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Sept 19, 2016 21:26:46 GMT -5
(//barges in// )
Smokey shot a glance at the sky and the sun beginning to dip towards the horizon. He was going to have to finish up his trip quickly unless he wanted to either spend the night in Detlas or get back in the middle of the night and be scolded, again. Picking up his pace, the young centaur trotted down the streets towards the center of town where the market was. The townspeople were just starting to arrive back in the square after mostly disappearing back to their homes during the hot part of the day.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Sept 19, 2016 23:44:16 GMT -5
"Woah!" Smokey was just passing a stall selling fabrics when something dark suddenly materialized next to him, causing him to jump sideways almost slamming into a wagon full of some vegetable. One of the centaur's hands reach back around to one of his packs, but he didn't bring out whatever blade he might have had hidden there, yet. "Where did you come from?"
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Sept 19, 2016 23:59:22 GMT -5
Nico looked up, curious. "Good evening to you as well," he returned with a smirk, eyes narrowing. "If you're really that curious," he began, gaze flickering to the centaur's hand, "Nowhere that concerns you," he replied in a way that was almost a challenge. The way the centaur was reaching for a weapon was almost humorous, but even Nico was wary of someone who could more than easily trample him.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Sept 20, 2016 0:48:47 GMT -5
Smokey rolled his eyes and relaxed when he wasn't immediately attacked. "Fine, be that way, Master Spooky." A thought seemed to occur to him mid-eye roll and he paused to look back at the cloaked figure. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know where I could get bottled essence of fog do you?" He gave the boy a once-over. "You kinda look the type, I'm not gonna lie."
(might be last post for now but I'll be back in the morning ^^' )
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Sept 20, 2016 16:31:46 GMT -5
"Ah, y-yes!" Calypso squawked, trying to pretend that the feeling was gone. She had hoped no one had saw that. "I'm fine." Pausing next to Eleanor, her eyes froze on a meat stall nearby. "Oohh." Heavily out of character for the dancer, she felt her mouth begin to water at the sight of the reddest meat, along with the smell. Noticing people beginning to stare at her, Calypso shook her head and turned back to her companion. "Any of these... interest you?" She asked. Eleanor shrugged and went back to shopping, purchasing a small block of cheese and some bread from their current stand. Then she put her money away and turned. "Not sure yet. I needed something for breakfast though. What are you ooing about?" the girl asked, standing there beside Calypso with her wrapped food. She started to walk semi-aimlessly to another small booth.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Sept 20, 2016 23:30:34 GMT -5
Nico's eyebrows raised and he paused, intrigued. "Bottled essence of fog, huh?" A thin smile spread across the boy's face. "I won't ask," he added drily. "You don't happen to have any flour, do you?" He asked, crossing his arms. The question was seemingly unrelated, though he did seem quite invested in the essence of fog. "Or would you happen to know where I can acquire some?" Smokey sighed, his search must continue. He was starting to think it was a fools errand. He looked back up at the young human's question. "I don't, but there's probably a bakery not too far from here. And if they don't have it," he added. "I bet the mill on the edge of town would sell you some." He looked around, then stepped off to the left with a hand motion. "C'mon Spooky, I think the bakery is over this way. I'm not going to find that fog stuff today anyways."
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Post by --cato phoenix on Sept 21, 2016 0:20:03 GMT -5
(( I think I might be able to rp for a bit ))
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Sept 21, 2016 20:12:52 GMT -5
"Hey, I never said I didn't have any," Nico said, crossing his arms. "Not a very common search, but not too hard to acquire if you know where to look," he added with a shrug and a smirk, walking in the direction Smokey had started in. He would have objected to the nickname, but truly he didn't mind it. "You wouldn't mind accompanying me, would you?" He questioned, eyebrows raising. He didn't know the proper etiquette, though he certainly felt as though he was imposing on Smokey.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Sept 21, 2016 21:59:22 GMT -5
"....which means you don't have any." Smokescreen pointed out with a laugh. "But really, I'll take you to the bakery and then you can show me the fog stuff okay? I actually don't get to come into town, well, ever, so its all good. He paused and spoke behind his hand a moment, as if he might be overheard. "The elders don't really like us hanging with humans, ya know? Diplomatic distance they say." He offered a dismissing shrug, as if he didn't really care about what they thought.
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Post by Ver Million on Sept 21, 2016 22:02:34 GMT -5
(hey guys! What's up?)
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Sept 21, 2016 22:03:24 GMT -5
( THA SKY )
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Post by Ver Million on Sept 21, 2016 22:06:10 GMT -5
(hNNNNNNN Btw does anyone have a free character ouo?)
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Sept 21, 2016 22:30:57 GMT -5
(Is Danny still with Riliane? (aka are you even interested in continuing that lol ) if not, I have Kurt and Danny xD )
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Post by Ver Million on Sept 21, 2016 22:39:44 GMT -5
(I don't mind continuing Danny and Riliane if you're okay with it lol.)
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Sept 21, 2016 23:10:52 GMT -5
Riliane pursed her lips as she watched the beggars and street urchins from outside her window. Why did they always get in her way? Restraining the urge to sigh, she beamed back at Daniel. "Hm...I wouldn't mind looking at the boutiques," She admitted sunnily, imaging herself wearing a lovely, elegant dress, and garnering attention and praise from the nobles. Daniel rapped on the carriage side to get the driver's attention. "You hear her?" He asked, receiving a nod from the man. After a moment, they pulled to a halt in front of the first shop. Daniel dismounted and lashed Phantom to the nearby hitching post before returning to assist Riliane out of the carriage. ( This is the last post I found ^^ )
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Post by Ver Million on Sept 21, 2016 23:26:04 GMT -5
Smiling at Danny, Riliane gingerly got out from the carriage as she gripped the knight's hand. Letting go, her cerulean eyes scanned the building with joy. Despite her enthusiasm, she managed to keep her elegant demeanor as she entered.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Sept 22, 2016 19:24:45 GMT -5
( AAAH I'm sorry I fell asleep x-x )
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Sept 23, 2016 18:48:18 GMT -5
( welp this is ded. So much for event plots lol )
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Post by Ver Million on Sept 23, 2016 20:44:42 GMT -5
(Sorry ;; how are you guys?)
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 20, 2017 19:59:50 GMT -5
( Welcome back everyone!! We're giving this another go. Right now in the rp world it is late fall, the weather is clear, and it's approaching sundown of the first day. As far as I know, most everybody is in the marketplace of the town doing a bit of shopping and whatnot as the day cools off. The plan is that the characters will go to bed and wake up after having "nightmares" (experiences in the house) and dreams about a specific clearing in the woods nearby )
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Post by tinybreeze on Jan 20, 2017 20:04:01 GMT -5
(Alright let's do this!
My characters still need to be added btw)
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Post by broken on Jan 20, 2017 20:08:27 GMT -5
(I am here :3)
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 20, 2017 20:08:35 GMT -5
Daniel stood at rest outside the door to the dress shop, keeping half an eye on the street crowd and half on Riliane inside the building. The smell of late-day activities permeated the air, stands with their fresh bread and herbs mixing with the scent of dust and other unpleasant odors to create the familiarity of the busy marketplace. He inhaled and leaned back against the door frame, a slight smile playing at his mouth.
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Post by tinybreeze on Jan 20, 2017 20:09:07 GMT -5
The last few notes from the flute faded, and the young man bowed to the small crowd as it dispersed. He gently picked up the bowl he had laid out for money. It wasn't a lot, but it would still buy him a treat, although a small one. He sighed and ran his fingers through his brown hair, walking doen the streets at a liesurely pace.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 20, 2017 20:09:58 GMT -5
Btw Falcon, I decided to retire Ianuarius, so he won't be here anymore. )
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