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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 20, 2017 20:11:19 GMT -5
I haven't been as active as I'd like cause my muse hasn't been cooperating - could somebody catch me up?)
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Post by Ver Million on Jan 20, 2017 20:12:41 GMT -5
(Yoooo what's up?)
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jan 20, 2017 20:14:00 GMT -5
(Heyo!)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 20:15:42 GMT -5
(Ow they come back from Fashion Show Hi)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 20, 2017 20:18:16 GMT -5
Sherlock wove his way through the marketplace, walking faster than was perhaps wise and tripping over carts and people's toes every few steps. "No, sorry, can't stop, it was a dreadfully long night and, apparently to make up for that, the day's going by frightfully quickly." He muttered on, seemingly to himself. Then he paused, seeing a man with a flute and wishing he'd gotten there sooner. Music would probably have helped his mind stop racing so painfully quickly.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 20, 2017 20:22:19 GMT -5
Hey Iceh ^^
I'm actually on at the same time as other people can you believe it
Oh and Falcon - My character's Buffy and I'm gonna have her be a huntress.)
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Post by tinybreeze on Jan 20, 2017 20:26:55 GMT -5
The bard was so caught up in the flow of the crowd and the hum of the marketplace that he nearly bumped into Sherlock. "O-oh, sorry, sir. You seem to be in a rush," he said, smiling sheepishly. The bard was rather young, likely his late teens. He held his flute close to his chest, partly to keep it safe and partly out of the shock from the near-collision.
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Post by Numquam on Jan 20, 2017 20:28:05 GMT -5
{Heyoooo }
Eises tiredly wandered through the busy streets. She had spent the majority of the day chasing after her sheep, and all of the running had left her with sore legs. She had decided to herd the sheep back into their fence and take a stroll with her shepherd dog, Hyac. Taking a few shortcuts through alleyways, the shepherdess had walked into the marketplace. She kept a tired smile on her face as she weaved her way through the lines of people, careful not to accidentally hit anyone with her staff.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 20, 2017 20:33:15 GMT -5
Buffy entered the marketplace, slinging her bow across her chest and adjusting the strap that held the quiver over her shoulder. She stepped quickly to the side to avoid crashing into Sherlock, and instinctively clutched her bag close to her side as she did. It only held a few squirrels and a pelt or two, but it was still a loss if some unsavory fellow was to decide to lift it off her. A fight she could handle, but pickpockets...she wouldn't even know they were missing until it was too late.
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Post by broken on Jan 20, 2017 20:33:23 GMT -5
(I'm not really sure where to jump in )
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 20, 2017 20:33:30 GMT -5
</div> ( Everyone is kind of congregating in the marketplace at the end of the day, some will probably start heading home "soon." After everyone finishes their nightly activities and goes to bed, we'll probably timewarp to the morning when they wake up with nightmares (experiences in the house) and dreams about a clearing in the forest. The next day they'll all make their way there to meet at midnight and sort of kick off the whole "we need to get back" part )
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 20, 2017 20:37:25 GMT -5
Here!))
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Post by tinybreeze on Jan 20, 2017 20:37:53 GMT -5
(this is rare
everyones on at once)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 20, 2017 20:38:07 GMT -5
Sherlock hopped backwards, saving himself from the collision and using a childish amount of energy in the process. "Oh, I'm always quite rushed, it is how I get everything done on time." He replied, his alert blue eyes flicking over the teenager's form and posture. "You aren't very old, are you? Trying to make some money? That along with your clothing and posture suggests your family isn't very well off, probably hungry," "Oh, you aren't homeless, are you?" He interrupted himself, frowning as the thought occurred to him.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 20, 2017 20:40:35 GMT -5
(*screeches in* What I miss? Am I to late to jump in?)
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Lesbian
dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Jan 20, 2017 20:41:57 GMT -5
(hiiii) Madoka slipped through the alleyways of the marketplace. After parting ways at the bakery she had gotten another message to deliver and was once more on the path back to the castle. On her way out from between some stands her foot caught on a loose stone and Madoka tripped the rest of the way right into a dog and its owner.
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Post by Ver Million on Jan 20, 2017 20:42:44 GMT -5
Riliane wandered around the dress shop, her interest piqued as she observed the numerous dresses. Spotting a cerulean dress, she gasped softly, feeling the soft material. How could she decide just on one dress? She hummed, glancing around the shop, hoping she could find somebody to help her decide on a lovely outfit.
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Post by tinybreeze on Jan 20, 2017 20:42:51 GMT -5
"Ah, no, I'm not. I live with my sister and aunt a ways away from here," the bard replied, grip on the instrument shifting slightly at Sherlock's deduction. This person was sharp. He had to give them that. "Everyone calls me Deemo, by the way. Who are you?" he asked, now curious about this stranger.
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Post by broken on Jan 20, 2017 20:43:43 GMT -5
(For anyone who wants to deal with him xD)
A little boy was wandering the streets near the marketplace, a bag full of newspapers, which showed that today wasn't a good day of business for him. The boy sighed, grabbing one of the newspapers from the bag as he stopped near one of the store fronts, waving it around some. "Newspapers!" Matteo said unthusiastically with a sigh, soon digging in his pocket as he pulled out a few cents (or whatever the currency is).
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 20, 2017 20:47:21 GMT -5
Buffy walked up behind Riliane, pulling her hood off to reveal braided blonde hair, and a face with a long nose and bright green eyes. She stared up at the dresses, a sort of muted longing in her gaze. "Beautiful, aren't they?" she said, brushing her fingers up against the hem of the closest one.
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Post by Numquam on Jan 20, 2017 20:50:08 GMT -5
"Some apples sound good right about now." Eises murmured to herself, reaching into her pocket for her small bag of money. She was about to open it to count her coins when a figure suddenly fell right front of her. Startled, she jumped and nearly dropped the bag. Her eye twitched as she quickly placed her small bag back into her pocket. Looking down, she noticed Hyac jumping on the girl and licking her face in excitement. "H-Hyac!" the shepherdess yelled, pulling him away and gritting her teeth as his tail wagged into Madoka's face. "I'm sorry for that! U-Um, are you okay?" she asked, offering her hand.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 20, 2017 20:52:36 GMT -5
"Sherlock." The self-proclaimed scientist answered, his mouth twitching slightly as Deemo shifted his hold. Out of discomfort? Well, things like that were valuable, he probably thought it was at a high risk of being stolen. Being poor, and with a sister and an aunt to take care of, no doubt he worried a lot about petty theft.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance and so forth, Deemo. That's not very much money is it?" He continued, shifting his attention back to the younger man in general. "Are you going to buy something right away?"
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Post by tinybreeze on Jan 20, 2017 20:56:47 GMT -5
"Sherlock? That's a nice name. And to answer your question... kind of. It's enough to buy a nice treat, if you know where to look. Some of the shops here have higher prices than others," Deemo said, looking down at the bowl in his other hand. "Besides, I've been meaning to get something nice for dinner for Alice."
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Lesbian
dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Jan 20, 2017 20:59:44 GMT -5
"Some apples sound good right about now." Eises murmured to herself, reaching into her pocket for her small bag of money. She was about to open it to count her coins when a figure suddenly fell right front of her. Startled, she jumped and nearly dropped the bag. Her eye twitched as she quickly placed her small bag back into her pocket. Looking down, she noticed Hyac jumping on the girl and licking her face in excitement. "H-Hyac!" the shepherdess yelled, pulling him away and gritting her teeth as his tail wagged into Madoka's face. "I'm sorry for that! U-Um, are you okay?" she asked, offering her hand. Madoka was distracted from the stinging on her hands from scuffing them by the dog that was all of over. She laughed between his licks and tried to sit up. Once upright, Madoka flinched at the sudden tail in her face, but besides some dog hair there was no harm. "Yes, I'm fine!" she replied another laugh when the woman pulled the dog away. She took the hand to help pull herself up, and when back on her feet she tried to brush some of the dirt from her dress. "I'm sorry, that was my fault," she apologized with a sheepish smile, "I wasn't really watching where I was going. I hope I didn't startle you two too bad.."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 20, 2017 21:11:04 GMT -5
A nice name? The two most common reasons for someone to say your name was nice were that you were a small, usually shy child, or that it was an unusual name and they felt the need to comment on it without being insulting. Obviously, in this situation it was the latter scenario. "Alice? Is she your aunt or your sister? From her name alone, you know, I would guess aunt because it's such a different sort of name than 'Deemo' and parents tend to have styles, but that's not nearly enough information to go on." Sherlock continued, realizing in the back of his mind that he was talking too much again. Oh well.
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Post by Numquam on Jan 20, 2017 21:11:11 GMT -5
"That's good." Eises replied to Madoka's first comment, she was afraid the girl would've gotten hurt. She was also afraid Madoka would become annoyed at Hyac, she silently sighed in relief when that wasn't the case. The young dog had already placed her in trouble more times than she would like to remember. Although it wasn't exactly his fault, he didn't know any better after all. "Oh, don't worry about it!" she said with a smile, leaning against her staff. "I-It's a lovely day we're having." she switched topics, trying to clear any awkward feeling.
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Post by tinybreeze on Jan 20, 2017 21:16:19 GMT -5
"She's my sister. And Deemo's more of a nickname for me that's kind of spread," the bard explained with a small smile. He shifted the bowl so that it was tucked under one arm. "So, Sherlock, where are you headed? Home?" That would make sense, as it was getting a bit late, but perhaps Sherlock was planning to buy something on the way.
(gotta go)
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