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 Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 6:54 pm
Dragul looked around. She didn't know where she was. Not technically true. She knew where she was, in a very general sense. She was Underground. She'd been here once before, brought on the force of one of Genevieve's dreams. She had been but an Undera then, and she had met another Undera who was very quiet. There had been others, too. A young man who was quiet and reserved like his Undera, and a beautiful woman who was frighteningly powerful. Her memory would not supply their names.
Not that it mattered. She only knew that she was Underground. For all she knew, she could be on another continent, far away from the forest and the castle where she'd met the aforementioned people. She certainly had no idea how to find them. Maybe it would be better if she didn't try. She had asked - begged, really - to be taken from the human world and brought here, to her own world, and the Goblin King had seen fit to grant her wish. She might believe that she'd been brought to this place for a purpose.
It was the best thing to believe, under the circumstances. For one thing, she was naked and surrounded by towers of precariously balanced stones. She could think of no reason why she should arrive here. Certainly she'd never imagined that such a place existed, and so it was incredibly unlikely that she had somehow chosen this place subconsciously. It had to be that the Goblin King had selected this place for whatever reason. She might as well try to figure out why.
And maybe find some clothes, she decided, looking at her exposed green flesh. There were many darker green pin-p***k scars from where the scientists had injected her with things and drawn her blood for tests. She was not a pretty person at the moment. Her body wasn't badly formed, but it had not been well-treated the last few weeks. She really wanted clothes to cover up with. The hair on her head simply was not long enough to do the job.
With luck...No. She couldn't think of anything to finish that sentance. It wouldn't be particularly great if she was discovered because she was naked. It wouldn't be paticularly great if she wasn't discovered because then she'd have to stay naked. And lost. One really can't forget that bit. She was naked, lost, and alone. And yet her situation was improved, and she reminded herself that she had wished for this.
"Get over it," she muttered to herself as she had heard Genevieve do so many times when things didn't go her way.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 4:15 pm
Lysander's irritation was not quite apparent as he stalked through the rocky outcroppings to the west of the Goblin Kingdom. The stalking was due only in part to the fact that it was the only way to navigate the stones which littered the haphazard path without ending up one one's face with rocks gouging one's eyes out and bruising one's ribs. The other part was simply that it was the closest he got to sulking.
It had been more than a little hurtful to be thus repelled from the place he had grown up and where his only friends resided, but Lysander was not one to complain. His primary care provider when he was young had been one who took abuse without complaint or recourse, even when given the rare opportunity to voice an opinion or complain. Lysander had taken his example to heart and grown to become the same sort of stoic. That didn't mean he was happy to have been evicted from his home though.
Lysander had been avoiding going to the Goblin King's court as Malecoda had directed him. It was not that he was afraid, exactly, to meet his creator, but he was not comfortable with the idea, and he was even less comfortable with the idea of crowds like those he had seen at the ball welcoming foreign monarchs to the Underground. The crush of people had been overwhelming for the under-socialized seelie fae and he had been relieved to escape it and return to Malecoda's familiar castle. Of course, Malecoda, upon discovering him, had sent him back out into the world and told him that there was nothing for him in her castle.
It was as he made his careful way through the towering ruins of some ancient architectural endeavor that he noticed movement which did not put him in mind of a rockslide. He decided to investigate, and thus further put off an inevitable return to the Goblin City. With luck. He moved as stealthily as one raised without any sort of experience hunting or being hunted can move in the direction of the movement he had seen, his hand on the hilt of a dagger he wasn't sure it was worth drawing, as he had no idea how to use said dagger in a crisis.
He was prepared to encounter a foe, or perhaps nothing at all, but he had not expected at all to see a naked young woman who looked vaguely familiar in a way that nagged at the edges of his consciousness.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 11:21 am
((Posting here because I'm believing ORP to mean open rp, and I randomly thought it might be fun to join, if you'd rather I remove the post, please just pm me hun! <3 ))
Uriel was bored, there was only so much time one could spend wandering ones own plane before tiring of the same sights and sounds, he had thus brought himself to be in a different place, the underworld had tempted him for a while, for the chance to check on the souls healing there, awaiting their salvation, but that had seemed an unwise idea in its turn as he wasn't feeling as interested in them as he usually was, he wanted to instead, check on his world, his earth, his beautiful earth.
He had been to the dark forest of the Unseelie's, he'd been to some glens he knew to be the home of faeries and pixies, but now he had come to an entirely different place, the kingdom of the goblins, and he was reminded why he seldom came here at all. His first idea had been to go and find Sereph, to see how his ward fared and how the angel himself was doing, but this strange place was somewhere he hadn't seen, or if he had seen, hadn't visited in a long time. The landscape was dull compared to his own home which was lush and green, beds of flowers springing from under dark full tree's, where fountains danced and a wild stream gurgled, it was a world of natural sounds and amazing beauty. This place though, in its own wild way was beautiful to him, not damaged by man, nothing here had been badly altered and it gave him joy to wander the dreary looking place taking in the arid landscape.
He felt the need to stay here for a while, he didn't really know why but it was a need none the less, and he had to admit he felt very disinclined to go against his own judgement at a time like this, he was wandering though in his own little daydream of a world, taking in very little around him other than the overall feeling of the place. His dark hair lay against his shoulders and black, a rich brown to compliment his eyes and his darker shade of skin, his robe, an opulent red worked well with the earthy tones that coloured him. He stood out, basically against the scenery to some degree, but this didn't really worry the angel in the slightest...
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 4:11 pm
Posting is quite welcome. I'll change the heading so it actually says Open RP in case others were similly uncertain. I was just feeling lazy.
Dragul looked up and saw not one, but two people to witness her humiliation at being totally unclothed in the middle of the wilderness. One of them was approaching her, and the other, dressed in totally out-of-place red, seemed so far unaware of her presence. At least that much was in her favor. That still left the approaching person, who was dressed much fancier than anyone she had ever seen while living on Genevieve's world, and wore the clothing with an ease which suggested that it was habit to wear such clothing.
Taking the initiative, she stood up straight and squared her shoulders, pulling herself together, as Genevieve would say, and prepared to meet this person who had obviously seen her, judging by the shocked expression on his refined features.
"Good afternoon," she greeted him. "I wonder if you could tell me exactly where I am? I'm afraid I'm quite lost."
She didn't know where the flowery, formal words were coming from, but she was grateful for them. She guessed that someone who looked so like a prince was used to being addressed with a modicum of flourish and wit. She doubted she could manage to be witty, and flourishes were for pretty people. Yet, she was speaking differently. Maybe it was the trip between worlds, affecting her head oddly.
Lysander tried not to stare. He really did. But when the green young woman addressed him as though it was perfectly normal that she be here - nude - in this back of beyond it was a little too much. His jaw went slack and his eyes went wide. He didn't even notice that they had been joined by a third person.
"Well," he said, proud that his voice sounded as calm and even as it usually did, if a little tight, "You're Underground, in the outskirts of the Goblin Kingdom, in a place without a name because no one saw fit to give one I would imagine, as there's nothing here but rocks."
He closed his mouth so hard and fast that his teeth clicked together when he realized that he was babbling. His attempt to pretend that he wasn't affected by her unorthodox appearance had failed resoundingly, giving him verbal dyssentary. Not really what he had been going for.
"Would you like to borrow my cloak?" he asked, remembering belatedly that he was wearing a warm travel cloak and that he might offer it to her.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 4:28 pm
It hadn't taken the phoenix long to once again feel the need for updrafts beneath his large wings, as as true as he had ever been he had spent the last few days on the air non stop, drifting across countless borders of familiar and foreign kingdoms below him. Often he flew high, keeping himself at an overly cautious distance from the ground until the people below him looked more like bugs than other creatures. I t had to be said that he was more than happy for it to be that way when he had been crossing lands known to be patrolled by the drow. No matter what terms they were supposed to be on with surrounding kingdoms and species, he did not, quite frankly, trust them as far as they could be thrown with a trebuchet, hence his distance.
On other occasions, such as today, he found himself at ease to fly closer to the grounds, sometimes dipping low enough to dip his toes into the tree tops, and on more than one occasion kick an unwitting owl in the hopes that it was someone important. He had yet to have any success in that field.
Admittedly, it was while he was indulging himself in his not quite so wholesome past-time that had found himself coming across quite the remarkable scene unfolding below him. It did indeed cause him to have to pause for a moment, beating his large wings double-time to allow himself all the more time to have a really good look below. There was a green, what looked to be, woman.. Naked.. And green.. And really quite naked. Surrounding here where a couple of people, all of which appeared to be just as astounded as he felt. Definetly a situation worth exploring, and so with that he dropped down, wings spreading occasionally to slow down his descent until he alighted on a crumbling wall, was it..? It was crumbling and rather unsteady, to his mind that's all he really needed to know.
"Say.. Are you all quite alright, here..?" The overly feathered Drack eventually queried.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 6:29 pm
Dragul was in the process of thanking the stranger and saying that, yes, she would like very much to borrow his cloak, when another person appeared out of nowhere. Apparently fate had brought her to a place where any number of people would be able to help her. Well. Maybe they would help her. That remained to be seen. At least one of them had offered her something to cover up with. Which reminded her...
She took the proffered cloak and put it over her shoulders, feeling quite grateful that the person who had lent it to her was relatively tall. Taller than she was, at any rate. The cloak covered her completely. The blush which had risen to her cheeks, darkening them to a brownish-green, began to subside. Now she had some idea how Andrew must have felt when she walked in on him when he was naked. She had not shown him enough sympathy, she decided. Not at all.
She turned to look at the newest arrival, keeping her expression as controlled as she could, considering her rather uncomfortable predicament. Were there no females in the Underground besides Malecoda? Not that she'd've liked to have met Malecoda like this either. That sorceress scared the bejeezus out of her, to use one of Andrew's phrases. In less than a moment the thought crossed her mind that she ought to learn what sort of speech patterns were in use in the Underground.
"Physically I'm well enough," Dragul replied. "And despite being informed that I'm in the Underground, in a nameless place on the outskirts of the Goblin Kingdom, I'm really a bit disoriented and lost."
Feeling that this response left much crucial information out, she added, "I just came here from another world. I've only ever been here once before, and that was when I was an Undera, and it wasn't here, here."
A smile quirked one side of Lysander's mouth as she answered the new arrival who perched on a crumbling wall. They apparently agreed with his private assessment of how helpful he had been in telling her where she was. Fair enough. He hadn't thought he'd been very helpful, especially in light of this most recent development: she was an off-worlder.
He remained silent and turned his gaze toward the dark person a short distance away dressed in red robes and tried to gauge how long it would be before he came into this matter. He wondered why everyone was suddenly here in this place in the middle of nowhere. He, himself, had come here because it had seemed unlikely that anyone from the Goblin King's court would be seen here for love or money. Apparently not.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 3:20 pm
A frown marred Lysander's relatively attractive features as he turned his mind once more to the off-worlder's presence. Something about her had initially struck him as familiar, and her continuing narration had caught his attention. She had green-tinted skin and eyes the color of mud, and her teeth were a bit snaggledy. He knew he knew her from somewhere. It seemed, however, that she oughtn't to be alone.
"Dragul!" he exclaimed softly as his memory triumphed and he was able to put together the pieces.
He looked at her in surprise. She certainly looked different than he remembered. He imagined he looked fairly different, too. He lacked wings and horns at this point, and though he had retained the markings over his body, he mostly dressed so that they were hidden. He looked much like anyone else in the Underground. Less exotic than many, really.
"What are you doing here?" he asked in an undertone. "Where's your human?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 8:12 pm
The angel watched the strange group with some interest for a moment once they had caught his eye. He wasn't sure exactly when his attention had picked them out, but there they were none the less, he could just about hear the sound of their voices as he very slowly drifted closer to them.. a goblin, a phoenix and a seelie fae.
What an odd group.. he mused for a moment, wondering what had brought them all to this desolate place together. They wouldn't know him, he knew that, no one knew him any more, it wasn't like the days of old when the archangels were known well, it mattered little though he felt.
He was curious however, he had spend little time among people of the world recently, of any world.. and this one was as good as any other for now he felt, so with that in mind he moved a little closer to the group, his dark eyes still resting on them, flicking from one to the next.. they all seemed.. he was surprised to note, fairly gentle of nature, good.. not really to touched by darkness.. it was a surprise, but a pleasant one..
He didn't call out to them as he approached, just moved steadily nearer to them, his dark eyes taking in whatever transpired for now.
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