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Dragonflight Pern Captain
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 Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 10:33 pm
Flit Transfer and Semi-Custom Event Rules for Both:
You may only enter for and receive one flit, either transfer or semi-custom.
There is no cap on how many will be accepted - it depends on how many entries there are!
You may enter regardless of how many flits you already own at Dragonflight, or what color they are.
Entries will be accepted from the posting of this thread through Sunday September 30th at 11 PM EST. Rules for Transfers:
All standard colors are eligible for transfer: green, blue, brown, bronze, and gold.
Transferred flits should be given to characters who are equivalent to their 'original' owners (ex.: If I transferred Vio, she would have to stay with Adine, not end up with B'ram). If the character doesn't exist yet in this setting, you may keep the flit as an OOC flit until such time as you bring the character over. Or, if the original flit didn't have an owner, it may be given to any character. Rules for Semi-Customs:
All standard and atypical flit colors are eligible as semi-customs: green, blue, black, brown, crimson, bronze, silver, and gold.
You do not choose the color of your flit! You may, however, give up to two keywords to inspire its appearance.
The prompt response should be in IC/RP format, although it doesn't need to be especially long or elaborate. They are just flits, after all! [color=dodgerblue][b]Flit Transfer Request[/b][/color]
[b]Link to character profile and/or image of original flit:[/b]
[b]IC Owner:[/b]
[b]Location Desired:[/b] Trine Weyr/Malvren Wherhold/Benden Wherhold [color=deeppink][b]Flit Semi-Custom Entry[/b][/color]
[b]Flit Name:[/b]
[b]IC Owner:[/b]
[b]Appearance Keywords:[/b] Up to two keywords, NOT including color, for appearance inspiration.
[b]Prompt:[/b] To obtain this flit's egg, your character had to complete some task to earn it. Describe.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 9:51 am
Flit Transfer RequestLink to character profile and/or image of original flit: Profile, Cert, UncertIC Owner: Adi Location Desired: Trine Weyr
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 5:00 pm
Flit Semi-Custom Entry
Flit Name: Fang
IC Owner: Iorme
Appearance Keywords: shark teeth
Prompt: A balmy night. He was walking his new blue wher, getting the youngster use to the sights and sounds. Everything was alright for a time then Iormesk started acting up. Iorme frowned. "Iormesk down!" He bellowed as the wher jumped up and scratched his legs, cutting into his pants. Shards those were his second best pair!
He glared at the blue until he noticed the frantic motions. With a frown the sour handler followed the wher, noticing that he'd started to hum. Around a bend and a mad scramble up a rough cliff face brought him to the source. A flit clutch was hatching.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 6:38 am
Flit Semi-Custom Entry Flit Name: Sneak IC Owner: Kindra Appearance Keywords: Foxy foxPrompt: Kindra had been moving in and out through the infirmary of late, checking on the wounded of Malvren and Trine, as well as her own Benden riders. She spent more time in there than anywhere else lately, trying to get used to the fact that they were at Trine for the long haul and wouldn't be returning to Benden anytime soon. A few of the less injured who were just in an out for the last of their treatments or bandage changing had 'cornere' Kindra so to speak and shoved something into her hands, thanking her for care, despite her not being 'Their' Weyrwoman, that they were glad to see not ALL of Benden hated the other weyrs. Before she'd had time to respond they'd turned tail and had headed off. She didn't follow, just sighed and looked down at the pot of hot sand which could only contain a firelizard egg. The very young Gold around her neck chirped and rubbed her head against Kindra's cheek. "Well... there's Patches... and you.. what's one more" she said with the smallest of smiles.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 8:45 pm
Flit Semi-Custom EntryFlit Name: Dorado IC Owner: Zarike Appearance Keywords: Coleus, Bold Prompt: Zarike's eagerness to help doesn't always put him in situations he enjoys. This time, the young lad found himself doing one of the most boring and back breaking things he'd ever done. Scrubbing Walls. Soot and dirt and who knows what else coated the still standing walls of a crafters workroom. Mouth screwed up in the biggest of little kid pouts Zarike bent to his task. Though few words were spoken, his disgruntlement was made obvious by groans and long sighs. The Journeyman who he'd previously been pestering to let him help (by maybe carrying supplies or digging through cabinets for interesting things) let him go on for some time, unable to hide her amusement. "Here lad." She finally broke the 'silence' cheerfully. "I'll cut you a deal. You help me finish this room and I'll let you go with a reward for your efforts." She reached over and ruffled the dirty boy's hair. "What's the reward?!" Zarike flattened his hair impatiently, turning peircing blue eyes on the older woman. "Now'll you'll see when the job is done!" Was all the reply he got. The next few candlemarks were spent productively, though the entire time Zarike poked and pried and pleaded for her to tell him what he'd get. As it grew time for the afternoon meal she finally relented. "Y've done enough. Now I shouldn't give ya this because y've been so noisy but follow me!" She led the bouncing lad outside and to a smaller standing hut, obviously hers. "Here ya go! Found my girl hovering over these not to long ago. I reason they're plenty hard enough to give away now. Faranth knows I don't need a whole fair following me about.!" With that she filled a small bowl with sand from a larger pot guarded by glowing orange eyes and plucked out one brightly colored egg as well, submerging it in the sand before pressing them into Zarike's hand. "You keep that safe now! Needi won't be happy if you hurt one of her babies!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 9:10 am
Flit Semi-Custom Entry
Flit Name: Page
IC Owner: Bereck
Appearance Keywords: Contrast. Brindles.
Prompt:
"Hey! Master B! I've got a solution to your problem!"
Bereck looked up from the terrible book he had been trying to motivate himself to read (and mentally rip to shreds for all its assorted failings) in order to give the Trine journeywoman a very hard stare. "Don't call me Master B, girl. My name isn't complex; I would thank you to use it properly. And which problem would that be?" he asked impatiently; the girl's airy-flitty attitude made him want to grind his teeth, and had since the first moment he had encountered her not long after waking up here.
"Boredom!" the dark-haired girl chirped, plonking a large very messy sheaf of papers down on the bed beside him.
Bereck looked at the papers. He looked at the young healer again. His lips pursed. "And what in the name of the first egg is this?"
"A big project I've been working on for the last six months," the girl grinned, unperturbed by the impatient patient's continued disapproval. "I was just about to hand it in to the Weyrhealer, but I dropped it and the pages blew everywhere and now its all out of order. I thought you could put it back in order for me since you're stuck here in bed not doing anything else!"
Bereck flipped through the pages. His brows knit into a scowl. He looked back at the chipper journeywoman. "Three things. One: you haven't numbered the pages. Two: what makes you think I would regard this as an entertaining activity? Three: take your paper, go away, fix your own mess." Bereck picked up the stack of pages and held it out towards the girl. "Good day journeywoman; don't bother me again unless you have something intelligent to contribute."
The girl kept grinning at him and pushed the papers back towards him. "Okay, so I didn't really think that would work but you can't blame me for trying! How about this; if you sort the pages into order for me I'll give you one of the eggs my gold firelizard just laid. I know you like firelizards," she gestured to the sleeping crimson hatchling curled in Bereck's lap, "and this would only take you a couple of hours or so. You get another cute pet, and I don't get into trouble. What do you say?"
He ought to say no, to tell her this was an important life lesson in taking care of her work and also in numbering her blasted pages. Instead he found himself saying; "Very well." This girl wasn't one of his people so was it really his problem if she didn't learn her lesson? No, no it was not. This wasn't a failing in her that placed patients in any danger so he didn't have any crisis of conscience over it; all this meant was that she'd probably do something similar in future, and Malvren's healers - his healers - would look better in comparison. Not that it was a competition of course but he would appreciate having the prowess of his people recognised, and there was nothing wrong with that now was there? Besides, another firelizard to train actually would help with his boredom.
"Eeee! Yay!" The young healer beamed and clapped her hands.
Bereck stared; he hadn't previously encountered anyone that actually said 'eeee' when they were excited. What the shards sort of awful place had he ended up in? "Ah-bu-bu!" he raised a disapproving finger and gave the girl another hard stare. "If you keep that sort of thing up I shall change my mind. Just you go and get that egg, girl, and I'll start on sorting out this mess you've made."
The dark-haired girl giggled and shook her head. "Alright Master Sunshine, I'll get it for you on my break. Toodles for now!"
With that she disappeared, leaving Bereck holding the stack of papers and staring in disbelief. "Did she just call me Sunshine?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 9:31 pm
Flit Semi-Custom Entry
Flit Name: Feather
IC Owner: Meroc
Appearance Keywords: Peacock, colorful
Prompt: The young woman let out a pained groan as she dragged the large hamper of laundry down the hall, the basket too big for her to lift. What sad bit of luck she had to get laundry duty again! And with all the work and construction the clothes were dirtier then ever. Pausing the girl took a breath panting and leveling the basket with a glare. She just had a bit farther till she reached the washing lines, but still the distance seemed like forever to her. Letting another pained sigh she seemed to slump in on herself at the prospect.
"Ah and what my dear might trouble such a beautiful lady like yourself my dear?" Came a low rough timber as a shadow fell over the girl. Turning she looked up to see one of the older candidates, a handsome dark-skinned journeyman in bright colored clothes and the largest wide brimmed hat she had ever seen towering over her. Blinking in surprise she turned to glare at the laundry basket. "I pulled a bad lot for chores~" She complained, but stopped as the young man held up a finger waggling it at her with a grin.
"Shh now! Not another word!" He began and took the hat from his head in a flourishing bow. "It would be my pleasure to aid you with yonder basket." Meroc replied and placing his hat back on his head bent and easily scooped the laundry basket from the ground balancing it on his shoulder.
"I-I. . ." The woman began stammering slightly in surprise at the whole turn of events.
"By all means milady. Lead the way." Meroc said motioning ahead of him as the girl flushing scurried off pausing to make sure the older candidate was keeping pace. Striding over the ridge the pair reached the washing lines with ease as Meroc bent placing the basket on the ground and rising giving the girl a bright winning smile.
"Thank you. I'm Amasha by the way." She replied blushing as he bent taking her hand and placing a gentle kiss to the back of it. "My name is Meroc and I milady am quite frankly charmed." He murmured low giving her a playfully wink as the younger girl's face practically turned completely crimson.
Straightening his hat Meroc turned to leave pausing as the girl called out. "W-wait! My firelizard just had a clutch? Would you perhaps like one?" She asked as he glanced over his shoulder at her giving her a bright chipper grin. "Why my dear that would be simply lovely, almost as lovely as yourself." He replied and strode off.
And that was how Meroc came to have the little pot filled with an egg and hot sands sitting on his bed.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 5:44 am
Flit Transfer RequestLink to character profile and/or image of original flit: Profile, SS CertIC Owner: Riarna Location Desired: Trine Weyr
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