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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 22, 2017 23:03:30 GMT -5
( hello I am here!! Finally. John 3:16 I can rp with you! srsly tho, we really need to finish up this day soon guys lol. See if you can start wrapping up your interactions and having everyone head home/to bed/wherever here soonish^^
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 22, 2017 23:05:20 GMT -5
(alright! and damn i need to rp my son kobra before it's too late D: )
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 22, 2017 23:29:24 GMT -5
( >>Pete I mean, the rp wont end with this day, there's still a ton left to do, so it's not like you wont get a chance to rp him xD )
Pidge sprinted through the city streets, winding his way through a couple alley's before vaulting a fence and suddenly stumbling into the weapon smithing part of the marketplace. Pausing a moment to catch his breath, the teen looked around before readjusting his bag and sticking his hands into his pockets. Strolling casually along, Pidge headed towards the road home, the sounds of the market everywhere. Bang. The grinding and sharpening of weapons was especially strong, accompanied by the clanging of an anvil nearby. Bang. A flash of light. Bang. Pidge stopped dead, eyes wide as suddenly he was somewhere else entirely, hands gripping handles as magical floating words and symbols displayed on a huge glass window. "Pidge!" Someone was shouting his name. "Pidge, we need you! You have to hack into the Galra security or else we're doomed!" Laser fire-
The marketplace crowed seemed unconcerned, bumping into and simply stepping around the small teen as he stood rooted to the spot, seeing things no one else did. Tears brimmed in the corner of his eyes as he stared, terrified, at nothing.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 22, 2017 23:35:51 GMT -5
(oh good x3)
Out of the corner of Franklin's hazel eye, he watched the freaking out messenger boy with his own concerned expression on his face. Feeling as though he needed to help, he walked up behind the messenger and carefully tapped him on the shoulder, stepping away in case the messenger struck him out of fright. "Excuse me sir, are you alright?" Franklin asked, cocking his head at the poor messenger boy as his fingers played with a bit of feathering he had gotten from the side of the store he had been in moments earlier.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 22, 2017 23:40:28 GMT -5
( broken )
"I'm not sure if I should forgive you or not, sir." Geraridi said truthfully, casting a glance over at the lord before returning back to his painting. "The way you acted, if I daresay, was pretty terrible. You'd get ghosted if you-" Wait. Geraridi stopped mid-sentence, his brush freezing with it. What the hell did he just say? Ghosted? Why did it seem so nature and so familiar and so... worn, like he's used to that word and has used it countless times before. Geraridi shook his head, letting out an awkward laugh as he pushed those thoughts out of his head. Surely just a little slip up of words, that was all. But Geraridi didn't know what he meant to say, or was going to say. Strange, very strange indeed.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 22, 2017 23:52:44 GMT -5
(I can't really have my characters do much since broken and Arlo aren't on right now, but I can have Shinichi head home next time I can reply and have Kid go to bed since he's already at his home.
Should there be anything specific in there dreams? Like, I know they are all supposed to meet up, so will they all dream of a meeting place?)
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 23, 2017 0:07:36 GMT -5
Back but probably slow, I'll reply in a sec mint ^^))
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 23, 2017 0:08:18 GMT -5
"aaAAh!" Pidge stumbled, almost loosing his footing, but managed to catch himself. "I-wha." Confused, the teen looked around, eyes still wild, body tense. "I... yeah I'm fine." He readjusted his messenger bag and rubbed his face, sort of coming back to himself. "Apologies sir, I don't know what came over me."
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 23, 2017 0:24:03 GMT -5
"Just takes a bit of practice," said Arlo, following Shinichi. She wasn't really sure why, but like her sudden decision to come to the marketplace, it just felt like a good idea. Maybe talking to someone would help keep her from getting distracted. "No, I don't think we have, I haven't really been out here much recently. I'm Arlo, Arlo Crimson."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 23, 2017 0:30:27 GMT -5
"I'm Shinichi," said the blacksmith's son. "Shinichi Kudo. Nice to meet you." He felt oddly comfortable talking with this woman. It seemed...more real then any conversation he'd had before. He was a little distracted and his hand went for his coat pocket. When he noticed, he frowned. Nothing was in his pocket. But he suddenly felt like there should be. A way to write down this new encounter. He shook his head and moved his hand back to his side. What use was writing? He could just remember everything he needed. "It may be to late in the evening to get anything," he said. "The marketplace only has open shops for so long. At least for what I'm looking for." He looked over at Arlo. Part of him, oddly, felt like he was losing something by saying he would leave soon.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 23, 2017 0:41:04 GMT -5
"aaAAh!" Pidge stumbled, almost loosing his footing, but managed to catch himself. "I-wha." Confused, the teen looked around, eyes still wild, body tense. "I... yeah I'm fine." He readjusted his messenger bag and rubbed his face, sort of coming back to himself. "Apologies sir, I don't know what came over me." Franklin jumped slightly as the messenger flipped, but at his looking around Franklin tried to make a good joke out of it, using his 5'6-ness. "Down here." Franklin said, waving to the messenger with a good laugh. "And it's quite alright actually. Do you need some assistance or..?" Franklin asked, cocking his head once more at the messenger boy.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 23, 2017 0:47:53 GMT -5
( Pidge is like 4'8 xD He's actually a she, trying to pass a boy. But she's also only 14 so she's still very short and small)
"No," Pidge shook his head. "No I'm fine. I just... got confused for a moment. Something about the sounds, you don't have to worry. I'm fine. I actually, uh, I have to- deliver this message." The teen bowed momentarily, trying to disguise his falsehood. "Good evening to you."
( aaaaaah I'm sorry to cut this off so soon but I need to go to bed asap I didn't realize how late it was x-x )
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 23, 2017 0:50:29 GMT -5
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 23, 2017 15:06:03 GMT -5
Arlo watched curiously as he reached for his apparently empty pocket. "Did you lose something?" she asked, looking back toward where she'd ran into him. At first she thought maybe she'd caused him to drop whatever he was looking for, but she couldn't see anything on the ground from where they were now... She glanced over at the shops they'd passed, her eyes lingering for a few moments on a young man she'd spotted, standing in the doorway to the dress shop. A palace guard maybe? For some reason he seemed oddly familiar... Arlo turned back to Shinichi. "Hmm, probably need to hurry then," she mumbled, still looking a bit distracted. "You were looking for hammers right?"
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Post by broken on Jan 23, 2017 15:49:15 GMT -5
(I'll probably be poofy this week, so you guys can unfreeze your characters if you want to) mintedstar/furMatteo blinked, looking up at the Viscount with his smile growing, but he felt a little bad for doing this. They just met each other and this noble was being really nice...and he didn't understand why. A paperboy like himself didn't deserve this treatment. "T-thank you..." he trailed off a bit before following after them. "H-hey, Lord Kuroba, are you sure I don't need to pay you back?" -- John 3:16Ciel tilted his head with a smirk as he crossed his arms again, raising a brow at his statement. "Does it honestly look like I care about what you think of me? I mostly do this because it's so boring around here," he said with a sigh, watching him for a moment more before heading around the room some. "However, I just want you to know I am sorry; simple as that."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 23, 2017 15:49:41 GMT -5
"Y-yes," stuttered Shinichi, before shaking his head again. "I mean, no. No. I haven't." He nodded at he, he did need to buy hammers. But his eyes were also drifting and they landed on Franklin. Another tug at his brain and this time he couldn't ignore it. "Look," he asked. "Are you feeling odd right now, Arlo? I know it's an odd question, but I can't ignore my head. It's telling me that I'm forgetting something, even when I know I'm not." Shinichi knew he was smart, but his head had never before said something that wasn't true. So...what was going on?
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 23, 2017 15:51:47 GMT -5
(Hey, broken. Would you mind if we did a little time skip until after dinner?)
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Post by broken on Jan 23, 2017 16:02:07 GMT -5
(Yeah yeah that'll be cool with me)
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 23, 2017 16:06:34 GMT -5
( broken that's fine! i'll bring in kobra now bc idk where else to put him)
Geraridi sighed and shook his head, getting his brush moving across the surface once more, beginning to add some detail to the background, which was going to be a dark night, his face lit up with some sort of red, flaming candle that let out billows of smoke into the cold desert air. "Same back to you, Ciel." Geraridi said, sitting down to mix some finer reds for the red smoke.
Their brief interaction was cut off by a small knock on the door, Geraridi's head shooting upwards towards the direction of the door. Setting his pallet and brushes down, he made his way towards the door and quietly opened it. He was greeted with the sight of his little brother, Mihael, standing with soot covered fingers and a nervous expression on his face.
"Uh, hi..." Mihael said, before coming right on in and taking his usual seat atop a larger stack of crates in more to the back of the room. Mihael usually came in here just to watch his older brother paint, come to chat when jobs get tough and do normal sibling things. Mihael gave a weird look towards Ciel, before bowing slightly, wringing his hands in his lap. "Hello, lord." Mihael said, his voice stuttering slightly as he spoke.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 23, 2017 16:09:04 GMT -5
Katio stood just outside the dining room. All through dinner he had had a thought in the back of his head that he just couldn't chase down. He looked around for Matteo. He wondered if the boy would be heading home now that it was getting so late. He didn't want the boy's parents to worry about him.
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Post by broken on Jan 23, 2017 16:21:16 GMT -5
John 3:16Ciel ignored his comment as he continued to make his way around the room. Then, once another person entered the room, he headed over, staring at him. "Hello. Why haven't you gotten cleaned up before you made your way in here?" He asked with a shake of his head. The boy turned away again, heading toward a window. "Besides that, have either of you been to the town recently? I was thinking about going and I am looking for someone to accompany me for a quick errand." -- mintedstar/fur Matteo walked out of the dinning room and almost into Katio, but he stopped short, waving up to him. "M-mister!" He exclaimed, straightening up and adjusting some of his belongings in the bag he was carrying. "Thank you for having me, it was fun!"
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Post by tinybreeze on Jan 23, 2017 16:42:39 GMT -5
(*rises from the grave* Busy weekend... here now though. Anything I need to know?)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 23, 2017 16:45:10 GMT -5
(I open a new tab, intending to respond right away. Turns out, I forget that I had something to reply to. >.< Then I go off and do a bunch of other stuff. Ooops. Sorry, broken.)
"Are you heading home now?" Katio asked. He had enjoyed the boy's company, but Mask had to come out again tonight and if the boy stayed to long the Viscount's other identity might be at risk. Plus, the longer he was with the boy the more he felt like he was forgetting something important.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 23, 2017 16:46:08 GMT -5
(*rises from the grave* Busy weekend... here now though. Anything I need to know?) (We are going to have all those hidden memories come back soon. So Falcon said to wrap it up. That's about it.)
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Post by tinybreeze on Jan 23, 2017 16:51:07 GMT -5
(Alright. I guess I could have Ammy quickly rp with someone, since she can easily end stuff by running off to do wolfy stuff )
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 23, 2017 16:52:28 GMT -5
"I-I didn't get the time to, my lord." Mihael said, Geraridi throwing over his rag towards his brother, who caught it with ease and began to scrape his fingers of the sticky black soot. He had been cleaning out a chimney earlier, and that was why he had been having soot covered fingers. "And I've been there fairly recently, I could accompany you." Mihael said, looking at Ciel with a more nervous expression. "If it's alright." Geraridi was getting concerned, he was wondering what the hell was shaking up the kid so much. Last he heard of him was a couple of hours ago, and he was taking a nap, so could he had possibly had a nightmare while he was out? Geraridi bit his lip, looking away. Maybe. He'll definitely have to ask about it later.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 23, 2017 16:54:40 GMT -5
Arlo hesitated, her eyes scanning the faces of the people in the marketplace. The knight in the doorway to the dress shop wasn't the only person she thought she might have seen somewhere else... "Yes," she admitted finally. "That guard over there, I've never met him but I feel like I should remember him from somewhere... and some of the other people here too, like him," she pointed to Franklin, "I don't know why..." She almost wondered if it could somehow be connected to whatever she'd been trying to remember, but no, that was impossible... wasn't it?
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 23, 2017 16:59:08 GMT -5
"Yes," said Shinichi. "It is." And without a second thought he walked up to the guard and asked, "Alright. Do you think we look familiar?" He looked Franklin in the eye and frowned a little. He was sure he had never met the guard or Arlo before. But once again he had a feeling that they were more real then any other person in this world. Shinichi hated that however hard he tried to chase his missing memories they just wouldn't stay still.
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Post by broken on Jan 23, 2017 17:00:29 GMT -5
Matteo tilted his head to one side, nodding. "Yeah I'll be heading home now," he muttered, giving him another hug before backing away. "I-I think I know my way back to town. I'll come visit you again sometime soon, if I'm allowed to!"
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