This obviously couldn't be how he had intended to marry her before this had all erupted, before they fled to Camelot and gave up their memories; there were probably over the top obnoxious plans. But this was the here and now, a Milo that only remembered so much. And most of it was her and how much he loved her.
He cupped his palm against her cheek tenderly, "this one is one we're supposed to do," he smirked before pressing his lips to her's. A little sooner than Jason had actually prompted them to in fact; he had started to tune the Great Knight out a little bit, honestly, once his vows had been started. (Thankfully so, hearing Lancelot's name mentioned would have been a downer).
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My character's name: Milo Hale Character's journal link:link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Milo is a tall young man, lean of build with short brown hair, bright green eyes and tan complexion. Always with a smile on his face and cheerful words. He likes to have at least one insanely bright blue item on his outfit. Rank of character Knight
She threw her arms around Milo, She already was lifting on her tiptoes, she could feel him lifting her the rest of the way. She didn't need anymore incentive.
"I suppose that is true my love." She whispered back to him, smiling as his lips pressed against hers and....
Then there was TWO SISTERS MAKING OUT WITH THEIR LOVED ONES.
IN THE MIDDLE OF A BATTLE.
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My character's name: Noemi Hurley Character's journal link:[ HERE ] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Noemi is Naive and quiet girl. Red curly hair with winged cuffs and fullbody armor. She follows a certain young knight to keep him out of trouble. Promised and engaged to the love of her life, Milo Hale. From the same villiage as Shu and Evan, both being very important to Noemi. Rank of character Knight Apprentice
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 3:14 am
Damage to Merlin: 504
Clearly everyone's priorities were in order.
Maybe just not the correct order.
Yuki had also missed literally everything that had just occurred behind him, the voices little more than distant buzzes in his mind. His focus was on Riley alone.
Well, except for that whole thing about Riley trying to ask him something a few long seconds ago.
His lips parted from hers, finally, because he was human and he unfortunately needed to breathe.
Yuki felt like he'd forgotten something extremely important.
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My character's name: Yuki Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Reference here; without pointed ears. Rank of character Knight Sacred Points obtained: 97/100
"Hey, no." The moment he pulled away to breathe, she was tugging on his collar, pulling him back with greedy little motions. It was instinct; she'd been lost in his kiss, in his love, that it was unacceptable to lose it, even for a second.
But a second was enough to snap her back into focus, so even as she pulled him back against her lips, her dazed eyes snapped wide open, and she muttered words against the lips that she'd pressed against her own.
"Wait, Yuki." She just realized, a second time, that her sister might have been getting married behind him, but she couldn't force herself to pull away enough to actually check. It was a true conundrum, that could only be solved by his will power - because she had none when it came to him.
But really now, had her sister just gotten married? She'd heard it, at least.. that counted as attendance, right?
Chris's grip on his shield was white-knuckled as he looked at Merlin's very inhuman form. It was obvious, looking back, but still somehow a shock to the system.
It dwarfs the unusual feeling of camaraderie he gets from his shield. As if it's a living thing and not just a tool at his disposal. He thinks back to the memories and supposes that's true. As long as it's an ally, he's more than willing to accept it.
He lunges forward to attack Merlin and feels grim determination echoed back at him.
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My character's name: Chris Axten Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERA dweeb Rank of character Knight
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 12:22 pm
Damage Done to Merlin: 513
There was no question for Lock. His adherence to order, to the knights was unwavering, even in spite of ongoing events. He didn't have any qualms attacking Merlin, and in fact he felt proud to do so.
When the monstrosity appeared he felt even more compelled. That was a thing that shouldn't exist.
He only had a wand, but it was more than enough to run forward and smack the creature around a bit.
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My character's name: Lock Blackwood Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lock has a small ponytail of black hair tied up with a ribbon. He also has a fetching pair of glasses, crudely made but clearly expensive. A rather stony figure, he speaks with a warmth and comparison only curbed by his love for diplomacy and the law. Rank of character Knight
Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 12:27 pm
"That's the spirit," he said with a dry smile.
As Estel approached, he merely nodded his greeting (she appeared uninjured at least) and continued to scan about as he listened. Eventually he spotted a familiar figure.
"Chris is fine," Jack said, pointing him out. "Well, so far. We might have to make sure he doesn't hurt himself." It was hard to tell if he was joking or not.
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My character's name: Jack Hawthorn Character's journal link:xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER [ x ] Talltalltall, sharp green eyes, blond hair, jagged scar on left side of face, somewhat stoic look Rank of character Great Knight
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 12:51 pm
Damage Done to Merlin: 518
You think you are weak - but are you?" Hollandaise startled at the voice in her mind. It was instantly familiar and yet, foreign. It was a bassy voice that wrapped around her - Bardiche. She stroked a thumb along him, loading a bolt. It was time to protect what needed saving. To protect everyone that mattered, that had mattered, that would matter.
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My character's name: Hollandaise Character's journal link:Chapter journal | Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A small but curvy girl, Hollandaise has tanned skin and brown hair shorn off in a long bob. Her eyes are golden-brown and freckles are sprinkled across her face. As a knight, she upholds the rules of knighthood rigorously. Know your place. Rank of character Knight - 1d8
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 1:06 pm
Damage Done to Merlin: 520
He was monstrous, wasn't he? All shadow and inhuman and yet, she didn't find it appalling. Hollandaise frowned. She was angry that she had been taken in, in a way, and angry that he hadn't wanted her and angry that he now dared to take away the things she had left. It left her toes curling, bile rising in her throat. Aiming carefully, (she did not want to harm another knight) she shot.
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My character's name: Hollandaise Character's journal link:Chapter journal | Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A small but curvy girl, Hollandaise has tanned skin and brown hair shorn off in a long bob. Her eyes are golden-brown and freckles are sprinkled across her face. As a knight, she upholds the rules of knighthood rigorously. Know your place. Rank of character Knight - 1d8
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 4:15 pm
When Arrakis said he hadn't seen Piper or Brenley, Ignatius couldn't help a small frown. Where had they gone? Pushing his pike into the ground as a stabilizer, Ignatius took a quick look around, looking towards those who were currently in the middle of the fray.
Oh, that was Piper. He could recognize that bundle of hair from anywhere. That, at the least, was a relief. Though he had to wonder if that was truly Brenley he had spotted earlier--
He glanced towards Arrakis. "It's alright. I see Piper, at least." Ignatius pulled his pike away from the ground, spinning it around and placing it in front of himself defensively. "I think we'll be okay." As he said that, he looked again, making sure there was no one who needed his attention.
Wait, were those two pairs-- "Kissing in the battlefield?" -- Seriously? Ignatius was a little incredulous, especially at the two blue knights, but he would not stop them. In an odd way it was a little sweet, though he wasn't sure it was necessarily the right time--
Well, that was their choice. At least they had a reason for celebration... Which was Ignatius' goal, after all.
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My character's name: Yildirim Ignatius Svarog Character's journal link: [Here] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERIgnatius is surprisingly pale for all the time he spends outside, perhaps the only obvious reaction to his outdoors presence being an abundance of freckles peppering him from top to bottom. His hair is red and kept to his shoulders, usually down and free-moving like much of what he wears. He tends towards light armour, mostly to keep him moving fast--both to chuck his weapon and quickly retrieve it for a fast finishing blow. Rank of character 1d10
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 4:21 pm
"Na'ima!" He called out towards her, the relief in his features clear as he took in the very sight of her, so glad to see that she was there, and that she had not succumbed to whatever darkness had tried to overcome them all. Trotting towards her, he kept his sword drawn, but extended one hand to capture her wrist once he was close enough, drawing her closer to him.
"You are okay? You are not hurt?" He asked, relief melting away to concern as his gaze roamed over her body.
But she appeared as she always did, perfect in every single way. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to hug her, to kiss her, to tell her that they were going to be okay, that once Merlin was defeated, they would be able to leave here and move on with their lives, to become betrothed as he had wanted, to get married, to begin a family. He would always be a knight, whether in his heart or in status, and whenever the next call to battle came he would be there, to fight with all of his strength, that would never change for him.
But he could not do those things, could not say those things. Too much was, as of yet, unknown to him. And so, all he could do was look at her, drink in her beauty with his eyes, memorize every small facet of her being that he possibly could in that moment and hold her image in his mind and heart, tightly, dearly, should this somehow be the last moment that they shared.
He did not want to forget her again. Not even in death.
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My character's name: Wrath (Rathsvith is full name but does not go by this ever) Character's journal link:here! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Long dark hair often pulled partially or fully back, dark beard, dark tanned skin, brown eyes, very tall and very muscular (think viking like) avvy ref! Rank of character Great Knight (Red)
Oliver finally knew what he was, and surprisingly, his weapon seemed to accept that. The war over their memories had ceased and become still.
Even though he was still weak, helpless to a degree, he was still a knight, and bound to serve his king. This time he willingly hefted the staff, and fought to protect Camelot even if it meant striking down another.
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My character's name: Oliver Keeley Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A very young man of average height, with dark, unruly hair, pale, hesitant eyes, and a copious spattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. He dresses very plainly and simply, and gives off a timid vibe. Rank of character Knight ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
It was awful, Merlin could no longer be described as human... but had he ever been? Oliver didn't want to fight, he never had, but the sight of the creature made it easier. He still couldn't bring himself to believe it was right, but it was easier.
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My character's name: Oliver Keeley Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A very young man of average height, with dark, unruly hair, pale, hesitant eyes, and a copious spattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. He dresses very plainly and simply, and gives off a timid vibe. Rank of character Knight ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
Oliver delivered one final blow, and leapt back, breathing heavily. He looked around, yet nowhere amidst the fighting could he see Horace... The boy could only pray his friend was safe.
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My character's name: Oliver Keeley Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A very young man of average height, with dark, unruly hair, pale, hesitant eyes, and a copious spattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. He dresses very plainly and simply, and gives off a timid vibe. Rank of character Knight ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
