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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 21, 2017 17:53:53 GMT -5
(hey falcon!)
(if anyone has open charries i'm free to rp...)
(*sings*im so lonely i have nobody)
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Post by broken on Jan 21, 2017 18:13:37 GMT -5
(yes, getting lost in a bookstore is fun xD And Pete, I have a bratty noble if you want to rp.)
Matteo blinked, staring at the newcomer with the cart. Tilting his head to one side slightly, he asked "what is a kelpie?" He felt stupid just for that question. He looked between the two.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 21, 2017 18:15:08 GMT -5
(i'll take anyone i can get xD)
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 21, 2017 18:18:38 GMT -5
( I have Pidge and Smokey open! Danny's hanging out in front of a dress shop if you want someone to chat with him as well, but he's currently guarding the princess so he can't really go anywhere )
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 21, 2017 18:19:42 GMT -5
(oh, falcon, did you see the characters i posted? im sure you did but eh i hope it's alright)
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Post by broken on Jan 21, 2017 18:32:07 GMT -5
(okay where are your characters?)
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 21, 2017 18:33:12 GMT -5
(nowhere i can have party start off in the castle doing some painting x3)
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Post by broken on Jan 21, 2017 18:39:11 GMT -5
(okay good I the castle we will be then xD)
A young noble was wandering through the halls of the castle, grumbling to himself rather loudly, probably complaining about how annoying the servants were. He was currently wearing his horseback riding outfit with the helmet, heading for the stables.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 21, 2017 18:43:06 GMT -5
( Yup! I'll get them added here soon xD Tbh tho, it's just to help people know who is what and is more for fun than anything else because after a few days (rp time) occupations wont matter that much. )
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 21, 2017 18:54:54 GMT -5
The faint sounds of breathing and the brush swishing across the surface could be heard in the room that Geraridi was in as his mind wandered off to somewhere abroad, letting his skilled hands hold the reigns and paint the picture for him. Hours slipped past him silently as the mere sketch he had done hours before blossomed into a beginning of a magnificent painting. He didn't even notice what he had drawn in the first place, he just... did whatever. He had no projects to do on client’s castles, so he was left mildly bored with his hands itching to do something.
He was really getting into it now as he worked on the face of whoever this may be, splattering red paint all over this person's features as his mind wandered off to somewhere epic. It was hard to explain fully in words, but Geraridi had a massive imagination and this stuff happened from time to time, especially when doing a painting.
Geraridi imagined himself in the dreams he had been having for months now, zooming across a blisteringly hot, sprawling land of yellow in a contraption that could go faster than any horse ever could, a land where the sun beat down upon your back and these weird, ghostly and demonic looking things were on your tail. He had friends, one of which eerily resembled his little brother, Mihael, who worked as a servant in the same castle Geraridi did. Another was like an angel, his soft hazel eyes and long black hair... and there was another one which Geraridi didn't recognize at all. But the latter two seemed so familiar, it physically hurt for a person like Geraridi not being able to put a finger on where they were from.
But suddenly, as he came to his senses, he noticed two nearly glowing amber eyes staring back at him with a rebellious gleam. Jumping back slightly, he cursed himself as it was only his painting. But as he focused on the larger piece, and what he had been doing for the last couple days, he realized... woah. It was of his brother, with hair vastly different from normal (this painting had him sporting short brown sides with a defiant blond fringe over his face, and normally he just had natural long dirty blond hair), looking to the viewer with an aforementioned rebellious look in his eyes, his red coat flowing in the wind as his head was turned away from his arm, which was pointing to the sky, his index and middle finger out, thumb pointing upwards, and ring finger and pinkie folded inwards. His face was covered in blood, and the background hadn't been painted in yet but Geraridi could almost see himself painting in the vast hills of what seemed to be sand. Oh this was strange. But Geraridi felt compelled to finish this piece, because even though it wasn't for a client, he likely wouldn't make a dime on this, he felt as though he absolutely needed to. As if it would unlock a part of him that has been kept away for a long time.
And that's why he slipped back into where he had been, grabbing his pallet and paintbrush as he continued on.
(oops my finger slipped)
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 21, 2017 18:57:48 GMT -5
( oooh does Geraridi need paintbrushes or something delivered to him? Cx )
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 21, 2017 19:00:41 GMT -5
(maybe i'm just kinda leaving him there for someone to talk to xD)
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Post by broken on Jan 21, 2017 19:07:14 GMT -5
(oh goodness Pete that's a lot xD)
Ciel had been lost in his thoughts and complaining, that he didn't realize that he nearly ran into a wall. The young noble took a step back, then listened as he heard footsteps and breathing. He froze, then continued slowly down the hallway, looking for the door with the source of noise behind it.
Eventually, he paused in front of a door, looking around before slowly pushing it open. Inside, he saw a figure painting something, though he couldnt tell what it was from where he was. He pushed the door open more, then took a step inside, closing the door behind him.
He stood there for a moment, shaking his head as he crossing his arms. Ciel continued the rest of the short distance over toward the painter. "Excuse me; what do you think you're doing?" He studied the artwork for a moment. "Haven't you anything better to be doing?"
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 21, 2017 19:13:10 GMT -5
(hehehehehe ;D)
Geraridi was startled by the sudden appearance of the noble, his hand shaking ever so slightly as he tried to work with the clouds. Sighing in slight annoyance as he dipped his paintbrush back in the white paint and fixed it up, he turned back towards the noble with an eyebrow raised. "I do not have any clients, so I'm working on a little something just for myself. Is that illegal?" Geraridi said, wringing his hands within themselves in an attempt to both rid his hands of the paint that caked his fingers and to try and massage the pain from holding the brushes for that long out of his wrists.
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Post by broken on Jan 21, 2017 19:21:19 GMT -5
Ciel tilted his head to one side slightly, glaring at the painter. "Watch your tone; don't you know who you're talking to?" He leaned forward slightly as he stared at the painting. "I don't understand why you're always in here painting. It doesn't look like anything of importance." He then gestured to the paintbrush, holding out his hand. "Let me see that."
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 21, 2017 19:29:26 GMT -5
(oh no D:>)
Geraridi clutched the paintbrush closer to himself as he stood up, towering over the kid with a good nine inches of height difference. "Before you do that, I do have to ask, Lord, what you are going to do with this brush." Geraridi growled, growing protective of his art piece. He didn't want to give the brush over to this little brat, because it was still drying and he absolutely did not want to have someone like this ruin his piece. He'd probably go nuts, at least, and probably end up strangling this dude.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 21, 2017 19:32:07 GMT -5
Pidge slid through the doorway on the smooth flooring, then reeled back to stand outside the room before knocking loudly on the opened door. The boy's clothes were worn and a little dusty and his was hair mussed from running through the city streets. However, a messenger bag was slung over the small boy's shoulder and his fingers tapped somewhat impatiently as he waited to be called in.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 21, 2017 19:37:11 GMT -5
Hey ^^ anywhere I can jump in? Buffy's still at the butcher's shop I think)
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Post by broken on Jan 21, 2017 19:38:27 GMT -5
"Don't make me tell mother and father you wouldn't allow their son help you with this. My tutor did ask me to practice my art, so give it here," Ciel stood on his tip toes now, grabbing for the paintbrush. He was too short though, barely able to reach the brush. He growled in frustration, starting to jump to try to reach it. "Give. It. To. Me.!"
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 21, 2017 19:41:24 GMT -5
Geraridi growled, holding the brush up high so the boy could not get it. "Go back to your tutor for your own set. This stuff is mine and mine only." Geraridi said, blinked as he heard a knock on the door. Gently pushing the bratty noble away, he yelled a quick, "Come in!" Hoping it was what he had been expecting. Oh, maybe he'll give one of these to the brat so he wouldn't annoy him, at least, if this was what he was hoping for.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 21, 2017 19:49:33 GMT -5
Sherlock approached the butcher shop, stopping beside a blonde girl as he peered closely at the building. "What, closed? Already?" He exclaimed, making a disgusted noise and tapping his foot impatiently. "It's not even dark yet, are they all afraid of the sunsets?" Frustrated, he turned on the girl beside him, eyes flicking hurriedly over her as he took in her probably status. "What are you supposed to be, a huntress, then?"
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Post by broken on Jan 21, 2017 19:52:06 GMT -5
Ciel stopped jumping, since obviously it wasn't working. He then snorted, shaking his head to his comment. "I would but he, unlike you, is very busy," the boy stated, then walked past the painter to get closer to his artwork, pretending to study it, when he was really thinking about how he could destroy it just to anger Geraridi.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 21, 2017 19:52:23 GMT -5
( Back! Replying now broken and Lark! )
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 21, 2017 19:54:21 GMT -5
Buffy blinked, startled to see this stranger dart into view with such little warning and so much speed. "Uhh...yeah...that's me." She discreetly shoved most of the furs back into her bag, distrustfully running her eyes over the man's unkempt appearance. "Why? What do you want?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 21, 2017 19:57:04 GMT -5
"It's like a water horse," explained the Viscount to Matteo. He sighed and reached for the paper. And eats meat. But I probably shouldn't mention that. He carefully signed the paper, then passed it back to Dipper. "Make sure that the kelpie doesn't get out until it is safely back at my house. The grooms can take care of it from there." He was careful not to get his hands to close to the cage. He liked his fingers, but the horse would like them for lunch. "Has it been fed?" he asked.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 21, 2017 20:01:03 GMT -5
"Blood." Sherlock answered promptly, taking a light step forward and shading his eyes so he could peer into the dark shop. Unfortunately, it was just as abandoned on the inside as it had first appeared, so he turned back in time to see Buffy tucking away her furs. "Yes, yes, very wise of you, except obviously I saw them already, you really should hide valuables like that before they get seen." Running a hand through his black curls, he managed to return to the subject at hand. "I'd settle for teeth or eyes, though."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 21, 2017 20:05:24 GMT -5
Buffy took a step backward, towards the backdoor this time. This man was clearly crazy, or something. Nothing good. What kind of person goes snooping around a butcher shop late in the evening looking for blood, or teeth...
"Wait..." She interrupted her own train of thought, suddenly spotting an opportunity. "How much are you looking to buy those things for?"
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 21, 2017 20:08:08 GMT -5
Geraridi growled, holding the brush up high so the boy could not get it. "Go back to your tutor for your own set. This stuff is mine and mine only." Geraridi said, blinked as he heard a knock on the door. Gently pushing the bratty noble away, he yelled a quick, "Come in!" Hoping it was what he had been expecting. Oh, maybe he'll give one of these to the brat so he wouldn't annoy him, at least, if this was what he was hoping for. Pidge jogged in and looked between the two people, unsure of who to speak to. One was in noble's clothes so he offered a quick bow. "Delivery for Geraridi?" I was told I could find him in here." The teen pulled a small paper-wrapped bundle from the messenger satchel and held it out. He assumed it was for the one who actually had paint all over his clothes, but one could never be certain. "From Jon, the craftsman in binder's alley."
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 21, 2017 20:08:31 GMT -5
Ciel stopped jumping, since obviously it wasn't working. He then snorted, shaking his head to his comment. "I would but he, unlike you, is very busy," the boy stated, then walked past the painter to get closer to his artwork, pretending to study it, when he was really thinking about how he could destroy it just to anger Geraridi. ([oops, pls keep language appropriate! thanks] don't do it)
Geraridi narrowed his eyes and curled his lip at the comment, formulating his own way to sass him back. "Maybe because people are too entranced by my work." That was not to the best of his sassing ability, but he shoved past the brat and picked his painting off the easel, blowing on it to make it dry faster as he gave a side look at the son of the lord. This was to keep it away from him, as it would be absolutely terrible if this were to be ruined. Mihael's birthday was coming up, so Geraridi decided that now this would become his birthday present, and he grew extra protective over it because of that fact.
But he walked over to the door, painting in hand, and he greeted the messenger merrily. "Thank you." He said, giving the messenger a smile as he took the package from him.
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