Every afternoon, when you find a stretch of time to share with one another.
"Spokoynoy nochi."
"Spokoynoy nochi! Ya tebya lyublyu."
Every night, for weeks until...
"Ya tozhe tyebya lyublyu."
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My character's username: Phoenix My character's level: 13 (exp: 50/100) Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character:
Tall and curvy with a proud bearing, Phoenix strides about in red and black Gryphon armour like it was designed just to swirl dramatically about her and emphasize how freaking majestic she is. From the name, to the cockscomb of a faux hawk, to vivid orange-red eyes, Phoenix's appearance announces: I bring the fire.
There was no particular instance of it over the past two weeks: it was just a constant state of mind. She'd never been to a school this big before, let alone one that welcomed non-reaper species. Already she had accidentally offended a few patchworks by calling them zombies (which apperently was not, in fact, close enough), and the first class she took was a bit--or maybe very--out of her league. None of this counted the fact that she still had yet to make a solid friend and felt very homesick when alone in her room.
The blues would go away, she knew. But the fear of what lied ahead seemed like it would stay for a while.
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My character's username: afroQueen My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party: Current Guild: The White Rose Garrison Location: Small IC description of character: Dark skinned teen with fabulous, long, shimmering blue locks, as well as a variety of exotic markings. Walks with more swagger than is usually needed and comes with a pair of feathery wings. Character journal:xxx
He’d gotten home and thrown himself onto his bed in a tantrum, not knowing what to do, not wanting to talk to anyone. Not that they really wanted to talk to him, either, and for once he was thankful that his family wasn’t close. His jacket hitched uncomfortably against his back and he wriggled to relieve it but it wouldn’t come loose, each way he turned just making it dig in a different way into his side. It was a miniscule thing, silly really, to be upset over but the stupid little fold had him in anguish, he didn’t want to move, he didn’t want to do anything and he couldn’t even have that, couldn’t even enjoy being depressed.
He deserved that annoying little fold. He deserved all of this. Abby was better off without him.
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My character's username: Shyduck My character's level: 7 Character's HP: 30 / 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Character journal:x
mare rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16Total: 16 (1-20)
Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 10:35 pm
[ 3/ 16. Nostalgia ]
The sun was hot as it beat down on them but Shy loved it, well used to the heat and hard work. Clearing the soil by hand was no easy feat but it made him feel good to till the earth and spread the seeds, thinking that by the end of a couple months, they’d have some really good corn. Just the thought made his mouth water, remembering back to summers spent detasseling row after row of corn, all made worth it by the stalks of yellowy goodness they downed at the end of the work season, steaming and slathered in butter and salt.
He wasn’t sure if Deus corn would be quite the same, but damn he was hopeful.
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My character's username: Shyduck My character's level: 7 Character's HP: 30 / 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Character journal:x
You stop wishing on stars and rainbows and birthday cake candles when you are twelve and the bone deep disappointment has finally settled in. You are not entirely cynical or particularly angry at the world, you simply have no faith in fate, chance, or other people to provide the things you want. They ask you to make a wish as you blow out the candles, and so you close your eyes and quietly decide what you will do for yourself. The candles don't stand a chance.
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My character's username: Phoenix My character's level: 13 (exp: 50/100) Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character:
Tall and curvy with a proud bearing, Phoenix strides about in red and black Gryphon armour like it was designed just to swirl dramatically about her and emphasize how freaking majestic she is. From the name, to the cockscomb of a faux hawk, to vivid orange-red eyes, Phoenix's appearance announces: I bring the fire.
Her family was, on the whole, a lot smarter than her. It wasn't self-debasement, it was fact: aside from her younger twin sisters, Piper knew that in the brains department, the Fear formation had not fallen in her favor. It was why she was always afraid to speak up when certain topics came about; she was a loudmouth to be sure, but at the dinner table she could get quickly shut out of a conversation in which she had no idea what was going on. Mostly itwas due to her not paying attention to things not in her immediate spheres of interest, which were regularly things in front of her or within two weeks of her time.
It was why she loved her grandfather. While her parents could lovingly bicker over education and what schools fit which ghoul best, she could sit outside with him and watch as their summons played with each other. He entertained her questions, no matter how stupid, and he always seemed to have a wisecrack of an answer when poked. There was wisdom in his humor Piper tried to pick up (and failed consistently), but it was his firm dedication to her wellbeing that led to the intervention where Amityville became a option instead of a legendary name in the household. Her family wanted to put her in a place where she would "feel comfortable". Grandfather was the only one who believed she could rise above.
There was wisdom in not pressuring the scareling, but there was also wisdom in challenging them.
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My character's username: afroQueen My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party: Current Guild: The White Rose Garrison Location: Small IC description of character: Dark skinned teen with fabulous, long, shimmering blue locks, as well as a variety of exotic markings. Walks with more swagger than is usually needed and comes with a pair of feathery wings. Character journal:xxx
The problem with "practice makes perfect" was that it required patience, something she didn't have a lot of. But what was more infuriating thant something denying instant gratification was knowing there was a basic element she had yet to grasp.
Lightning was hard to master for some reason. It shouldn't have been, right? It was just, like . . . really juiced up fire, right? All energy and stuff?
(She learned the hard way that concentrating too much on firepower ended up with explosions, not sparks.)
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My character's username: afroQueen My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Current party: Current Guild: The White Rose Garrison Location: Small IC description of character: Dark skinned teen with fabulous, long, shimmering blue locks, as well as a variety of exotic markings. Walks with more swagger than is usually needed and comes with a pair of feathery wings. Character journal:xxx
lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7Total: 7 (1-20)
Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 11:30 pm
Hatred
It isn't an emotion you wear often, but as you pass by that man's room it rises within you, eager and ready. He isn't worth the destruction, the energy, the attention. Ignore him and it'll stop feeding whatever it is he gets out of this. Ignore him and it'll stop. You tell yourself these things and more, your friends tell you things and more, but still the anger and sick hatred rises to his call a the least provocation.
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My character's username: Phoenix My character's level: 14 (exp: 50/100) Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character:
Tall and curvy with a proud bearing, Phoenix strides about in red and black Gryphon armour like it was designed just to swirl dramatically about her and emphasize how freaking majestic she is. From the name, to the cockscomb of a faux hawk, to vivid orange-red eyes, Phoenix's appearance announces: I bring the fire.
He meant to avoid the Lake like a genital fungus, but Dreadpirate takes a wrong turn somewhere. He sees the water and recognises the mist in the air just before the effects kick in...
Wishes
Every time his dad walks out the door, Davey wishes for his safe return. He wishes for a lot of things at that age: a bike for his birthday, pancakes for breakfast, a rare card in the trading pack he hoards his pocket money for.
When he learns his father won't walk through the door ever again, Davey wishes madly for everyone to be wrong and for his dad to come back. His sister wishes for the same. They both watch their mother keep wishing that for years, as she wastes away, as his sister steps in to take care of them. He watches Sarah grow up fast and wish to be even more grown up so she can finally escape. She wishes for fairy tale endings and princes to save her and happy ever afters. He watches while he remaining family wish and wait and thinks things would go better for them both if they just stood up and saved themselves. Davey doesn't wish for things anymore. It's him who makes the escape, not Sarah.
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My character's username: Dreadpirate My character's level: 17 Character's HP: 30 Current party: - Current Guild: - Location: Small IC description of character: Dreadpirate is tall and wears the default Gryphon outfit, with hat pulled over his face a little further than most. His pale hair is in a ponytail over one shoulder, with a large gold hoop earring in the opposite ear - all in keeping with his obvious theme. For a pirate he seems overly serious. Character journal:here
He comes home tired and dirty and feeling like he's unravelling at the seams. He drops his bag inside the door and shuffles down the tiny hallway. It's dark inside but his vision is blurry and instinct alone will guide him to his bed.
"Surprise!" a chorus shouts as the lights blind him.
He reels under sight and sound alike. Bed will be delayed, but as he takes in the food-laden table, with Jo and Ben (who got leave a week before Davey, lucky b*****d) and a few close friends, he finds he doesn't mind so much. He sits, surrounded by the people he chose for himself as they ply him with drink and dish hot food onto his plate. He won't remember any of the conversations tomorrow, but he'll remember how warm it felt to sit there with them. It's times like that he'll miss the most after he leaves them behind for a new fight.
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My character's username: Dreadpirate My character's level: 17 Character's HP: 30 Current party: - Current Guild: - Location: Small IC description of character: Dreadpirate is tall and wears the default Gryphon outfit, with hat pulled over his face a little further than most. His pale hair is in a ponytail over one shoulder, with a large gold hoop earring in the opposite ear - all in keeping with his obvious theme. For a pirate he seems overly serious. Character journal:here
0545: Breakfast of mushy MRE and drain cleaner masquerading as coffee.
0630: Briefing.
0700: Visit armoury. Suit up.
0730 - 1800: Deployment. Classified. (Only variation. Subject to extreme boredom or extreme danger, rarely in between.)
1900: Dinner consisting of meat of dubious origin, canned vegetables probably originating from WW2, fruit for dessert if blue moon.
1930: Recreation time.
2230: Lights out.
Rinse. Repeat.
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My character's username: Dreadpirate My character's level: 17 -> 18 Character's HP: 30 Current party: - Current Guild: - Location: Small IC description of character: Dreadpirate is tall and wears the default Gryphon outfit, with hat pulled over his face a little further than most. His pale hair is in a ponytail over one shoulder, with a large gold hoop earring in the opposite ear - all in keeping with his obvious theme. For a pirate he seems overly serious. Character journal:here
When he tried to think about it, he knew that the Insanity they'd dealt with had been the color grey. He knew, because it was just something they'd accepted and known since they'd seen it. He knew that when it rained, skies were grey. He'd never know, dear, how much -
What?
He tried to look for the color grey again. It was escaping him.
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My character's username: HULKWICH My character's level: 34 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: Current Guild: Penumbra Location: Small IC description of character: Other than a pair of white angel wings, this particular mad hatter looks remarkably normal at first glance. Blonde, spiky hair and a looming tall build - but to look in his eyes is to understand why he'd been picked for his job class. Blood red, with dark circles under them, and one was dilated fully and usually twitching. Mad was a good way to put it. Character journal:[ Battle Entry Log ]
Nio Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11Total: 11 (1-20)
Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 3:07 am
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5. Beginnings
There was a period of time - he couldn't really tell how long, time was immaterial in Wonderland - where they'd just sat together, after figuring out what they'd been awarded for their marriage, and just kept activating the Ability Card.
He would do it. Then she would do it. And they would giggle, and do it again.
Why did he forget that she'd told him Lucky was dead? Why was everything so much harder to remember, now that he thought about it? He saw the trees, and they looked so familiar. Their faces made perfect sense, and the idea of a tree that didn't talk made him feel ill with strangeness.
He checked in his pockets, and there were no Dodo eggs left. He had to rectify the problem as soon as possible.. but staying by Mimsy's side felt much more important.
My character's username: afroQueen
