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 Posted: Sat May 16, 2020 9:38 am
R O L E P L A Y · E N T R Y
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#AD3025 #FAB66F #F9D5D3 Coming Together
World Event - Solo
Summary Link
Iro considers the past five years and how meeting foreigners and travelers has made her wonder if there's more to life than fishing.
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2020 9:39 am
R O L E P L A Y · E N T R Y
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#AD3025 #FAB66F #F9D5D3 A Whole New World
World Event - Solo
Summary Link
Iro hears stories of Kahikina, wonders if they are true, and struggles with and internal desire to see it for herself.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2020 12:31 am
R O L E P L A Y · E N T R Y
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#AD3025 #FAB66F #F9D5D3 Don't Mess With My Clan
Solo
Summary
Iro uses some brute force to retrieve some stolen notes for her cousin.
Solo
"Iroooooo!!!"
A piteous wail arose from the street, jolting awake a young sailor who had been blissfully napping in a hammock strung outside her family's modest hut. In these parts of Jatine, there were no mansion to be found. Just off the docks, the houses were small and hastily put together, but strong enough to sustain winds coming off of the sea to the south. The people lived quiet, routine lives, sailing out to fish every morning and returning with a day's bounty as the sun began to set. It was boring, but it was idyllic.
At least, it was for the most part. Moments of peace could be shattered in a heartbeat, though, which was a lesson Iro had unfortunately learned the hard way.
The prentice cracked an eye open, peering up at the sun. She'd barely gotten an hour of napping in. Cripes. A groan slipped from her as she rolled languidly from the hammock. Had it been anybody else, she would have gone right back to sleep. But Iro recognized that wail and knew that her younger cousin needed her.
Theirs was a sizable family. Iro herself had a handful of brothers and sisters, and the considered their aunts and uncles' families (all living in walking distance in the same fishing village) to be as close as their nuclear unit. It meant that she considered herself the oldest of fifteen - a sixteenth was on the way - and in a clan as tight-knit as theirs, any of her cousins' troubles became Iro's troubles as well.
She stood as Erania came pelting down the street. Her uncle's daughter was a couple of years younger and had spent her entire life looking up to Iro. Erania was, by her own admission, not tough. She did not enjoy being outdoors and she hated working with her hands. The girl had a lovely scholarly attitude about her, putting in absolutely stellar performances at school every year, spending hours upon hours reading and studying and learning about things that Iro would never have thought interesting. But in these parts, that admirable commitment to education could also be a sore point. Not everyone thought that Erania was a "cool" kid.
Today, clearly, that was an issue. The dark-hair girl threw herself dramatically into the hammock Iro had just vacated and promptly curled up into a ball, burying her face into the canvas before the hammock had even stopped swinging.
"Who was it?" Iro demanded as her cousin squeezed herself into an even tighter ball. She didn't bother asking what had happened. It didn't matter to her. Someone had messed with the wrong girl, and Iro would set matters straight.
"Little Joran, down the street," Erania said in a small voice. "He ripped one of my books and stole my class notes."
Iro's expression darkened. "That little sack of fish guts is going to pay." She gave Erania a reassuring pat and stalked off down the road.
Little Joran's nickname was perhaps a bit of a misnomer. There was nothing little about the prentice - not anymore. He'd grown into strong young man, stocky and built, even if he wasn't tall. That didn't concern Iro. She was tall, always had been, and was built like a house, strong from years of sailing and fishing. But it wasn't even that. In her rage, she never stopped to consider the risk.
She found Joran around the corner, kicking a ball back and forth with some of his buds. Iro ignored the rest of them striding up to Joran and wrapping a fistful of his shirt into her hand. She yanked him back just as he lifted a foot to kick, and felt a small measure of satisfaction upon hearing his surprised yelp as he stumbled backwards into her grasp.
"You brainless little stain, you'd better cough up everything you've ever stolen before I shove my fist down your throat," she snarled, pulling his face up to hers and fixing a steely glare upon him.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Joran spat.
Iro shifted her grip, moving her hand from his shirt to the back of his neck. She felt him tense as she tightened her grip, saw a flicker of pain across his face. His friends froze, the ball forgotten as they watched the developing scene in shock. "Don't make me make you eat sand," Iro growled, squeezing him. "You won't like it."
Joran began to flail. His limbs went everywhere as he struggled to escape her. She was too close for him to inflict any damage with his fists, but his legs were a different story. His foot shot out and caught her square in the knee, sending a flare of pain shooting up her leg. Iro exhaled, grunting in surprise, but her hold on his neck remained. In response, she shoved him out an arm's length away and shook him almost violently as she slapped his hands away.
"Give. Me. The. Notes," she snapped, baring her teeth an in almost animalistic scowl as she pulled him close again, eyes boring into him. "Do not make me ask again, or your future children will regret it."
Joran let out a small whimper as she tightened her hold on him again, and finally he relented, pulling a crushed wad of papers out of his pocket and stuffing them into her free hand. "There," he spat. "Let go of me."
She dropped him and watched with satisfaction as he scrambled off. Word of this might get out and she might get an earful from her mother. But at least she had Erania's notes back. That alone was worth it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2020 12:19 am
R O L E P L A Y · E N T R Y
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#AD3025 #FAB66F #F9D5D3 What's The Hurry?
PRP
Summary Link
Ilkay asks Iro for directions to find a boy he wants to beat. Iro leads him to this boy, and things take a flirtatious turn when she invites Ilkay to wash up at her family's well.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2020 3:55 am
R O L E P L A Y · E N T R Y
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#AD3025 #FAB66F #F9D5D3 Take a Quiz
Class Affinity Solo
Summary
Iro gets tricked into answer a question about her professional aspirations and promises to think about becoming a Guard.
Solo
"Hey Iro, you got time for a quiz?"
Iro cracked an eye open. She'd been "reading" for school, which was really just a fun way of saying napping, so really, she had time for anything right now.
"Sure, Tiury," she said, snapping shut the book that had been lying facedown on her stomach and scooting over to make space for her younger cousin in the hammock.
Tiury scrambled up into the hammock and hunkered down beside Iro, clutching a worn and crinkled piece of paper. She purposely hid the writing from Iro as she got comfortable. "Okay," said the girl, peering dramatically down at the page. "If you had to choose between Swordsman, Pickpocket, Archer, Lancer, Guard-"
"Guard." Iro interjected before Tiury had even finished the word.
"-Beast Charmer - oh! Oh, okay." Tiury scribbled something down on her paper, and then hopped down from the hammock without even looking up.
"Wait. Was that the quiz?"
Tiury beamed wide and nodded. "Uh huh!"
"Wait, what is this abou- Hey!" Iro barked, but her little cousin had scampered off, waving the paper above her head. Iro watched as Tiury booked it around the corner and straight into an open door that had conveniently been left open. It was a trap.
Iro sighed and slowly let herself down from the hammock. What had she done to deserve this? She made her way reluctantly over to the shack and peered into the doorway. As expected, she saw Tiury perched upon one of the dining table chairs, legs curled up beneath her as she smoothed down her paper on the table.
"Iro, Tiury says you'd picked a profession," Iro's mother said, sounding quite pleased as she leaned over to Tiury to look at the paper.
"Well, wait a minute now, I said no such thing. She asked me to answer a quiz," Iro said, starting in from the doorway.
"Yea, but you already knew the answer," the little girl piped up, sounding proud of herself for having squeezed it out of Iro. "Guard!"
"Hey, you... shut your mouth," Iro said, waving a finger at her cousin with mock menace. "I told you before, mother, I would really just love to sail and fish and be part of this community. Our whole family is here, everything is here." She waved a hand at the house around them, gesturing to the neighborhood beyond, which housed the majority of their extended family. She didn't want to leave all of them.
"Iro, I know you love your family. And we love you. But the fact of the matter is, you have a talent, one that could become a real skill and open up so many doors for you," her mother said patiently. "If after all of it, you come back and you just want to be a sailor and you just want to fish, that's all well and good. I just want you to have options. And to not waste this fire inside you." She reached for Tiury's paper, which had a big, messy circle drawn around the word "Guard," and slid it over to face Iro. "I really think you'd be wonderful at this."
Iro sighed and crossed the rest of the way to lean an arm on the back of her mother's chair and stare down at the paper. Guard, in blocky, childish writing. "But the sea..." she said wistfully.
"Just think about it, Iro," her mother said. "I think even you will agree that you have an affinity for this kind of work." She stuffed the piece of paper in Iro's hand.
Iro's mouth gaped a little, and then she relented, closing her hand around the paper. "I'll think about it."
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2020 3:28 am
R O L E P L A Y · E N T R Y
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#AD3025 #FAB66F #F9D5D3 Little Brother
PRP
Summary Link
Iro is truly taken with Ilkay's little brother Koray after meeting the boy at his home. She promises to help him find a teacher to help expand his knowledge of magic.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2020 5:35 pm
R O L E P L A Y · E N T R Y
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#AD3025 #FAB66F #F9D5D3 A Real Magic Teacher
PRP
Summary Link
Iro finds Risdeis, a magic teacher who is willing to take Koray on as a student. They visit his childcare center and Koray impresses the man enough to earn himself a spot.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2020 9:03 pm
R O L E P L A Y · E N T R Y
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#AD3025 #FAB66F #F9D5D3 Come Sail Away
PRP
Summary Link
Iro takes Ilkay out for a quick jaunt on the catboat, where things unsurprisingly get rather steamy.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2020 3:27 am
R O L E P L A Y · E N T R Y
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#AD3025 #FAB66F #F9D5D3 Apply Yourself
Growth Solo
Summary
Iro is famously lazy. After she put in an intense week of effort to secure a magic teacher for Koray, her mother points out how excited and satisfied she had felt after her success. The conversation causes Iro to think about whether or not she might want to actually start applying herself to things outside of fishing and sailing.
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"Hey Iro, remember that person you were looking for a few weeks back?"
Iro turned her head lazily from where she sprawled in her hammock. She fixed half-lidded eyes on her mother and mumbled in the affirmative.
"Well? What happened?"
Iro leaned into a long, deep stretch, reaching her hands above her head with a little happy noise before shifting her weight in her hammock. "I was looking for a magic tutor for Ilkay's brother," she said, sounding utterly content. "It took a bit of digging, but I found one."
"How long did it take?"
"Oh... a week or so," Iro answered. "It wasn't easy. I mean, there's no magical folk in this neighborhood. The guy I found, Risdeis, he was a... friend's friend's distant contact, I think. Honestly, it seemed kind of touch and go for a bit. I had to write a few letters and promise a few favors."
Her mother nodded thoughtfully, a small hum escaping her lips as she worked on sorting through an ice basket full of freshly caught fish.
"Why do you ask?" Iro continued, propping her head up on one hand as she leaned her elbow into the hammock. One foot dangled over the edge. The thing had been strung up such that she could just touch the ground, and small pushes with her toes sent the hammock into a gentle sway.
"Well," her mother answered, sounding careful, as if she was afraid of broaching the topic for fear of offending someone. "You were quite busy that whole week, weren't you?"
Iro nodded. "Yea."
"And it wasn't easy, you said. You put a lot of effort into finding this guy."
"Well... yea," Iro said again. "I mean, it was important. Koray really deserved to have someone who could teach him about magic. He's just a little kid, but just because he's not brawny doesn't mean he shouldn't have a way to defend himself. He's really sweet. I mean, both of them are."
She flopped back into her hammock, enjoying the soft swing.
"Oh, I'm sure he is," her mother said. "But what I mean is, that whole process really wasn't that bad, was it?"
"I guess not," Iro agreed.
"And it wasn't that tiring. And... you seemed really excited after you found him."
"Oh, I definitely was," Iro bobbed her head in the affirmative. "I mean, I wasn't sure that I'd be able to do it, but I'd made a promise and it was great to see Koray so happy about it too."
"So it was satisfying?" her mother ventured. "You felt like you'd accomplished something."
"Yep."
"Imagine if you could feel that way all the time."
"Well- hey now!" Iro popped right back up onto her elbow, narrowing her eyes at her mother. "This whole converation feels like entrapment."
Her mother shook her head with a small. "I'm just saying, Iro. Think about it. Any time you really apply yourself to something, you get results - and you get good results. You could really do something with yourself if you tried, and didn't spend your whole life lounging around with the fishing crews."
Iro heaved a sigh and flopped back, eyes fixed on the ceiling. She was prepared to sink into a sullen silence, but instead, she felt pensive as she ran her mother's words through her head. Maybe she was right. Maybe it didn't totally suck to... focus and do things and put forth the effort. Admitting it out loud would have been too much at the moment, but there was a nagging thought at the back of her mind that said perhaps it wasn't the worst thing in the world. Perhaps life wasn't all about chilling and having fun. Maybe there were some things worth chasing.
She glanced at her mother out of the corner of her eyes. The woman had already gone back to sorting the fish, having decided that it was time to let the conversation be. Iro let out a small hum. Maybe she was right.
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