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 Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 12:39 pm
Frustrated because your post styles aren't working right? Well... hash it out here.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 3:29 pm
  Envy is thin because it bites, but never eats... Envy obscures joy. | Altonair Wood |
Prince of Envy  *~Location: Silver Lining Test Thread -- Currently: Celebrating, then arguing~*
After many attempts, Aeon is pleased with his current format. Altonair could hardly contain his annoyance at the amount of times his format was changed. Still, he does enjoy his updated look.
Both men raised their glasses of wine to the air, and toasted to a damn good job.
"GUGUGUGUA." suddenly shouted Altonair, eyes bewildered at what he just blurted out. He covered his mouth dumbly with his free hand. He cast an accusing eye to Aeon, who gave a sheepish grin. "Sorry, but I needed to test out how your spoken dialogue would look. So I had you say....that." Aeon admitted, patting himself in the chest. Altonair simply narrowed his eyes, a low, threatening growl protruding from his throat.
I'm at the mercy of an all powerful idiot. Gods, please smite him. Altoanair thought darkly, gritting his teeth.
The Gods answered his request: lightning cast itself down on Aeon, leaving him burnt and smoking. He coughed out a painful cough, smoke leaving his mouth.
"Sweet revenge."
"Screw you."
"By the way, I updated the posting format for you Aeon, since you were too much of an annoying goat to do it yourself. I also added another picture of me along the bottom that captures more of my emotional side."
"You mean brooding and depressed? Yeah, real emotional range you got there."
"Oh, burn in hell you tosser."
Woops. Sorry everyone. This post format for Altonair is now null and void. Check out the new one! 
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 1:14 pm
Location: Test Thread- I hate my creator....
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
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lalalala
lalalala
lalalala
lalalala
lalalala
Nathaniel cast Becca a pointed look as she started to sing, forcing his attention away from one of Veritas' many mysterious books, "What are you doing?"
The girl ceased her odd twirling immediately, swiveling around and returning his look with a very chipper expression of her own, "Testing your new post format, duh. Look! I'm even bolding your speech now; cool, right?"
His eyes rolled; why, out of all the people in the world, did she have to be the one to create him? She was far too happy for his tastes, far to emotional and...why was she staring at him like that? Again?!
"S-sorry," she murmured quietly, her smile turning wry- that b***h, whatever it was, she wasn't sorry at all. "I just can't stop staring at you! It's like...woah, hottie.
His brow furrowed, "You've no idea how badly I want to kill you..."
Without hesitance, Becca skipped over and ruffled his hair, "D'awww...I know you do, but you can't! Teehee! You'd cease to exist if you did that!"
His eye twitched slightly as she made the gesture,"That occurrence is becoming increasingly tempting..."
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter -- bitter,"he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 1:34 pm
Just Call Me
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☸ Location: Test Thread- Rawwwr! D< ☸
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Shameless
 We Better Have A Good Explanation
For All The Fun That We've Had
'Cuz They Are Coming For Us, Baby ============================================================ Lalalalalalala
Lalalalalalala
Lalalalalalala
Lalalalalalala
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For All The Things We Wanna Do
Yeah, They're Gonna Be Mad At Me And You
And They Are Going To Be Mad
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 6:26 am
"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet..."Wherever they currently are  
This is where the texties would go.
"And for every bundle of roses there is a bunch of thorns."
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 9:10 am
▂▃▅▆█ɕregoir Ƀascov█▆▅▃▂  What? My Title? - Prince
This is where I am Drunk - Outside the Dining Hall
What am I doing? What are you doing? - Running into VesperIf only they knew...
The pain I've been through...
...They Might Understand me ╔════════════════╗
Yes I totally brought the drunkards posting format here.
Gregoir stopped sipping his drink for a moment and looked at his creator, "It is because you love me."
Andrew gives off a soft chuckle and pats to young man on the head, "No it is because I envy you."
Gregoir downed the rest of his drink and looked at him confused, "Why would that be sir?"
Shaking his head Andrew lets out a low sigh, "Because my dear boy you don't have to worry about... you know what nevermind."
Gregoir shrugs as Andrew stops mid sentence then looks at him with a mad expression, "Get me another drink!"
Andrew looks around him seeing that only he is standing there. Extending a hand he pimp slaps Gregoir then grabs his collar, "You are my b***h, you get me the drinks."
╚════════════════╝ ...and I'll wash away the pain
so bring me a drink...
But no one will know...
((Oh Orange Cookies smile )
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 10:52 am
Location: Test Thread  --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 
How was it that so much could transpire within the span of only a few short weeks, if even that?! It was in the young girl's nature to consider such things...and, with their passage through the catacombs complete, she did just that in great bulk for the expanse of the following days. It had been more than a blessing when Altonair touched the urn and released them from their prison...for, even though Evony was possibly less than conscious by the time they reached the maze, the weakness of her mind couldn't seem to shield her still from the nightmares which lain waiting there. Her eyes saw many things; family and friends perishing, and darkness; Oh, what a terrible place to be for someone who feared so much! Had she not already been tortured enough by the demonic vines in that plant-stricken room, and the bats on the bridge which followed shortly thereafter? Evony perhaps contained a much stronger reserve than she realized, but having been sheltered from harm her entire life, she wasn't at all prepared to deal with the mental strain which stemmed from the horrors the catacombs had so eagerly presented her.
But oh, she was thankful for many things still- That she'd been with a kind group (No amount of thanks could ever convey her feelings of gratitude towards Altonair, Sokar, The Lady Naedira, and Thantos for their efforts in helping her.), that their labor had born fruit in the sense that it was Altonair who won the urn (although he'd not shared his wish with her, Evony was sure -quite sure!- that he would make a wise choice in that regard). Upon their release, she had been noticeably shaken...barely able to move...and yet she did so for Thantos' sake, for they were still very much bound together and she simply couldn't stand to be a nuisance! So, trembling still, she had attempted some small talk and offered to follow him upon any journeys or errands he might seek to run whilst they were still connected.
And since then...she had been mostly hidden within the comfort of her quarters; her thoughts vast, but her small body encumbered with an exhaustion she'd never known before. She was afraid when she slept...terribly so! For even the comforting voices of her lovelies nearby could not shelter her from the nightmares which emerged, dripping with a ghastly malice, from the depths of the catacombs. She was gone from there now physically, yes, but it seemed that whenever her senses dulled she returned there in some form...caught within the maze which made reality of her nightmares, and a room which housed a tree of great knowledge, and even greater horror. The effects of her timid rest left her looking paler than usual...all physical maladies healed, but mental ones still quite intact and noticeable.
Her thoughts often drifted to her brothers, to Rosalie, Lincoln and Sokar...who she'd not seen since their adventures in that place had abated, and the neglect she'd shown them finally wrenched at her heart upon the second night after. So, rather timidly, she had set out from her room...leaving small pots of lilies at the doors to each of their respective quarters...then, as an after thought, she left a gift for Thantos and Naedira as well, hoping that the tokens, however minute they were (most didn't appreciate plants in the sense that she did, after all) would detail that she'd not forgotten them- she had only become somewhat lost, and sick...but she'd not forgotten those whom she cared for.
The next day, that day, she arose from her bed with conviction behind her pale eyes; she would be out today...she would attend to her morning routines as she had before; visit the gardens, make tea in the solarium. Suddenly, it struck that she should first visit Rosalie; check on the sister who had grown even paler and more sallow than Evony had, and who she'd not seen since her departure in Envy. No, she was not seeing anyone...but to knock upon her door, to speak through the cracks of it just as Nathaniel did every day; perhaps enough of that attention might someday cause the poor woman to stir.
Running a brush through her snowy tresses, and throwing on a pale blue gown, the young princess set out with that goal in mind...only, as the fates should have it, to stumble across her dear eldest brother; the one she'd seen so little of, Nathaniel! Oh she could barely have contained her joy when he accepted her invitation to join her for tea! At his assurance that Rosalie had indeed already been tended to that day, they set off together in the direction of the Solarium, Evony's hand clasped contentedly in his.
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"Oh, yes! Every day I like to sit right here" Evony's hands extended outward nonchalantly as she pulled out the chair opposite Nathaniel at the table, "Well, most days- not for the last few, I'm afraid, but as you well know I was feeling rather...i-in any case, on most days. You see," Sliding down, she let her hand sway to the window, almost looking as if she could catch the sunlight which fell through it, "At this time in the morning, the lighting right here is simply divine." She watched her brothers eyes, so similar to hers (and yet she had always noticed some strange difference to them which she couldn't quite place; a slight variation in the color perhaps? Or, Evony dear, you're simply being a ninny.) cast themselves to the tea which she had poured them, and she beamed...a part of her swelling with pride at the realization that she might actually be able to teach her brother something for once, rather than it being the other way around! "Lemon balm! It's quite soothing, my choice tea in the morning; of course, I do variate on occasion, but this...this is my preference." And she lifted the cup to her lips, filtering a small amount into her mouth; savoring the sweet flavor.
Silly girl, you shouldn't speak with him about things which are so trivial! He is the heir, you know- he likely has far more important business to attend to than this. If you choose to keep him here with you, then perhaps you should discuss something a touch more diplomatic! ...A valid thought, but the poor girl couldn't think of even one thing in that area to discuss with him! They had spoken, briefly, about their experiences in the catacombs; Nathaniel almost as soothing as Altonair could be (her mind did briefly wander in that moment to thoughts of her other brother; had he obtained his wish yet?)...it would be daft to bring it up again now; it might cause him to worry for her further, after all!
But in the pause which followed her latter words to her brother, it would be Lincoln that would prove her savior yet again; as he always seemed to be. Upon seeing the heir of Wrath, the girl's still somewhat sallow features lit up considerably, lips morphing into a bright smile; uncouth as it was, she didn't wait for her brother's acceptance of the man...for she was so happy that he had sought her out for tea as per usual, even though she had been missing these past few days, "No, no! Please Lincoln; do join us!" Having said that she faltered for a moment, gaze darting between her eldest brother, and Lincoln "I'm sure you probably know each-other in some sense, yes?" And then her sights landed firmly on Nathaniel, the smile growing a touch, mirth welling into her sapphire pools, "Nathaniel, I do recall telling you that Lincoln has become a rather trusted friend of mine, correct? It would be quite delightful if we could all chat for a while, and there's certainly enough tea to go around."
Again, rather than waiting for her brother's permission as she usually might, Evony set to pouring another cup of lemon balm tea.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 10:10 pm
"I gave my life away, Ther's nothing left to say." "I gave my life away, You take it in your way."
 Boo. Can you tell that this guy has something to do with dragon's yet? I bet you can...oooh, a pretty weredragon. Gotta love his eyes.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 1:46 am
    A d a m M o n t g o m e r y ( A n t o n a s A n c i a e n n e ) • "The selfish blood runs
through my veins,
I gave up
everything for fame" Y O U C A N ' T P I T Y A P S Y C H O P A T H Kingdom: Avarice Title: Duke Location: Testing thread • So a blond and a black-haired girl goes to a bar. The blond raises his hand and hollers for a tequila, while the black-haired girl also raises her hand, but then immediately gets cut off when yet another hand clamps over her mouth.
"Nononono." The blond tuts gently, wagging a finger. "You're a minor." He says, serious, before sniffing primly and smacking the glass of tequila in front of her. "Minors should start with something easy. And girlish."
The blond raises his hand again, but this time, hollers for a whiskey.
The black-haired girl frowns, rolling her eyes. "God. You are touched in the head. I was going to order root-beer, thanks."(Signed a) contract with a demon,
gave up my soul for him to (take on).
He manifested as my second shadow,
and follows me (wherever I go).
Can't escape him, can't get rid of him,
but whenever someone (sees me) doing
something unfit,
all I (have to) say is,
"The devil made me do it."
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 7:55 pm
ＧＡＢＲＩＥＬ ｍｉｃｈｅａｌ ＧＲＥＥＮＥ
❝ Forgive me I'm trying to find
[ My calling ] I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother but...
Have you seen this [ girl ] ?
She's been runnin' through my dreams
And she's driving me crazy it seems
I'm gonna ask her to marry me.. ❞
"This is all you have? Jeebs, I could do better and I'm not even real." Gabriel rolled his eyes, turning back to the rubber band that held his mind captivated. Jess whipped around, sliding across the room in one bound and sticking her finger in Gabe's face.
"Shut the crap up, you fictional character! I could make you cease to exist with only a few clicks!" She yelled in defiance. Normally, she wouldn't be so grouchy, but the FREAKING GUILDS WERE BEING STUBBORN, and she didn't feel like being criticized. Melody, sitting in the corner with her book, promptly Z-snapped without looking up. She'd been waiting to do that all day, since she learned the "New language", text talk, much to Jess's annoyance. Gabe flashed a glare in Melody's general direction, then waved the finger out of his face.
"Touchy touchy. Lighten up, Creator of all wisdom and holiness." He muttered, turning back to his rubber band. Jess fumed silently, pulling the rubber band back and snapping it across the back of his hand.
"OW!"
"Good!"
"PWNED!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 9:34 pm
And this, our life,
Exempt from ＰＵＢＬＩＣ haunt,
Finds tongues in trees,
Books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones,
And ｇｏｏｄ in everything.Leedle leedle leedle leedle leedle leedle leedle leedle leedle leedle leedle leedle leedle leedle leedle leedle leedle
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Posted: Sat Sep 04, 2010 10:08 pm
✽ Ten foot walls built around usxxxxxxxxxWhite picket deathxxxxxxxxx✽ So quiet, so safexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxBut if we fall there will be nothing and no one to catch usxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx✽ So sit back and watch as wexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSpin out of control❧ Currently: Action/Location  ─────────────────────────── ✽ ─────────────────────────── Old Olive Casseroles :// I FEEL LIKE A WEIRDO TALKING TO MYSELF.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 8:22 pm
 You know the games I play,
And the words I say
When I want my own way
You know the lies I tell
When you've gone through Hell,
And I say I can't stay
You know how hard it can be
To keep believing in me
When everything and everyone becomes my enemy
And when there's nothing more you can do
I'm gonna blame it on you
It's not the way I wanna be
I only know that in the end you will see
It's the Opheliac in me... Location :Test Thread- Raaawr!!   
The young girl’s stare was even, her lips almost curling into an expression which was begrudged; very near to a huff. The answer to Bianca’s question was not one that she, as a person hailing from a Virtuous kingdom (despite her species and somewhat grievous mannerisms) would likely expect. Yes, she would have walked by the scene without paying it much note, unless she was bored enough for such an occurrence to capture her curiosity; It certainly would never be an act committed purely out of concern for the other party. However, Bianca didn’t cease her explanation with just that...instead, the woman went on to state, with an odd air of nonchalance about her porcelain features, that it had been the presence of blood in the room which had truly garnered her notice...enticed her, even. An inquisitive smirk grasped at Sara’s slightly parted lips, all of her previous suspicions whirling into one, concrete conclusion; vampire. It had to be so, for she couldn’t come up with any other creature that fit Bianca’s description quite so serenely; Beautiful, pale, deceitful, cold...hungry.
She inclined her chin forward as the woman voiced her wish for discretion on the matter, wondering if she should comply. To do so might wise because, despite the fact that she was sure she could take the woman if need be, acquiring another enemy didn’t currently seem a profitable action. The Bellerose family had enough enemies in this place already, she silently noted to herself, coupling the thought with another small sniff. Before she turned her attention to Adam in full, the young woman raised a dainty finger to her lips, delicately tracing it across the chapped surface as if sealing them shut. Bianca’s secret was safe with her. After all, they were...in some odd and distant way, kin. Beings of death, harbingers of the other side. In different ways, yes, but they were still...similar. Similar enough for Sara to acquire an immediate, albeit minute, amount of respect for the strange woman of Patience.
As for Adam, he was studying her far to intently, and the young woman felt a simultaneous bout of bashfulness and annoyance at the action. She didn’t care to let on that she’d been crying, but the evidence was rather hard to hide...there was the blood, the tear stains, the dejection she was still quite unable to mask. Another sniff, this one brought on from anger at herself; she didn’t want to appear so flurried in front of these people, who were naught but strangers to her. At Adam’s introduction, Sara dipped into a slight curtsy, all the while keeping her gaze trained on his...studying him in much the same light as he did her. He was older, but not by so many years...closer to Trey’s age than her own, of that she was certain; hair so blonde it was almost white...a trait which reminded her greatly of some of the Envy royals...and piercing at his bottom lip, which were not something she was accustomed to seeing in those of higher status. He carried with him an odd aura, though she couldn’t place the source of the feelings they spawned in her...something about him was just strange to her, just as something about Bianca had initially been strange to her.
Sara remained silent as he asked Bianca for her name, coal-laden hues introspective as her mind flitted between the day’s past occurrence and her current predicament. New guests seemed to be arriving to the castle on that day in hoards; she was hearing the voices of people in the entrance hall even then. Would there ever be an end to such things? Her arms laced themselves together against her chest as she briefly turned away from the two, casting her gaze over the ballroom; the golden arches, the marble floors...she remembered, vaguely, the music from that night; the joy she’d found in her initial hours at the castle. She’d not let her elder brother’s death that night squelch her levity, her joyful mood. However, the addition of Asuna’s death had shaken her world down to a new, and much lower, level.
”I wonder if they’re replacements for those lost.” She murmured absently, the statement geared more towards herself than the others, ”A fair warning to new guests,” She said, this time allowing her tone to rise enough that they’d know she was speaking to them, ”We’re all dropping left and right here...my kin especially, it seems.” The last addition to her statement had been wistful, her eyes clouding with the same sadness they’d held earlier. The young princess didn’t want to care about her fallen kin...didn’t want to worry about her still living ones. She especially didn’t want to admit that she feared for herself; that she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to fight away the dangers that might eventually present themselves. "The good die young -because they see it's no use living if you've got to be good"
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 3:52 am
Location: Anywhere...
Title: 1st Princess of Humility
Kingdom: Veritas Kingdom  ☽☼☾   But it was ordered. And despite the silent inner war that raged in her heart—It was sated by the fact that she would at least be able to see her brother.
Weapons: She doesn’t like weapons, and prefers not to use them. Has had light mandatory training in defensive, non-lethal combat.
Powers: As half-faerie, she has a natural affinity to nature and magic. Her abilities usually center around spoken spells and silent incantations. Humility makes it easy and hard to learn, because few things are written. So while she cannot simply go look something up, she is forced to remember it word for word upon learning it—Which servers her well later. She must spend time meditating with positive thoughts each morning, as negativity within her may affect the outcome of what she wishes. (An example of this would be her saying a phrase, and then a flower grows… It can be used for a variety of things. Like, praying for rain to help crops, use glamour to distort her image, ect…)
Other:
She can do small things with magic, parlor tricks, with barely any concentration or need for a spell—Such as, floating a light object, or causing a small light to appear in her hand, simply for the purpose of illumination.
She moves slightly faster than the average human.
Weaknesses: The metal of the moon (silver) is a friend to the faerie, but cold forged iron, steel, and lead are not. Even half human, iron touching her skin will cause her extreme pain, and will burn her skin as if it is a brand.
Salt: Glamour’s and other perception based spells can be weakened or broken by the presence of salt.
Description: She is naturally lovely, and takes after her mother’s darker complexion rather than her fathers. Her hair is dark brown, to black—Eyes a tumultuous shade of hazel. She is small, light, quick on her feet.
☽☼☾☽☼☾
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