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As someone who went to work at midnight for 8 hours, it is my privilege to drink at 9am.
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I LIIIIIIIIVE! Who knew, all I needed was bath time.
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Yo. Gardeners that use hand tools are badasses.
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Guess I should write this thing, huh?

It's me, Citrus Arms. I'm 32 now, married, an aspiring indie game dev, as well as a hobbyist writer. Well, who here isn't one of those. I've been meaning to write a book, but that's a big project and I've yet to finish more than a chapter and a prologue. Plotting a whole book is hard work, man.

I'm open to 1x1s and group RPs, feel free to invite me to something. I'm also part of a discord RP server of an old friend.

My favorite genres are fantasy and space, and I've got an original Universe that blends the two together. It's a post-apocalypse galaxy on the way to recovery, so there's everything from straight fantasy worlds to post-apocalypse survival available within the setting. The universe recovers and grows stronger with unity and inner strength.

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In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 7 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Stratya Durmand

Time: 23rd, Evening
Location: The Masquerade
Interactions: Zarai @Rodiak, Drake @Lava Alckon
Mentions:
Mask & Masquerade
(Note: pants)


A fellow joined them as they went through their game. The strength of the drink was starting to hit her, but that was to say nothing of her latest companion taking perhaps very heavy swigs right from the bottle. That was no way to play a drinking game, pacing was very important. Go too hard and the night ends early.

Their new participant was, ah, impressive. He'd apparently managed to burn “a piece of bread?” She looked at the man, “i's really some’tin, t’way burnt food fills a place. Wha’d y’do, walk away? Easies’ way t’ burn a t’ing, ah tell y’wha’. The firs’ time ye do i’, ye’ll be thinkin’ i's ready, the firs’ scent y’catch is the smell o’ it bein’ done. As ye go to i’, though, ye get the smell of burnin’, and ye know i's too late. Aw, shite, I forgo’ abou’ tha’.” Sip.

The fellow brought his own question to the table, and Stratya had to consider it. “‘til I was ill? N… naaay.” She had to think about that one. She could remember being hung over a few times, but never ill. Before anything else could happen, the devilish master of ceremonies for this game gave them a devilish question. The knight questioned, staring at the last of her glass, “does it really count if it was only just now..?” but sighed in easy defeat, finishing her glass. “Got me, ye ‘ave. My glass -” her tone shifted from one of theatrical defeat to surprise, “and the bo’le! - are empty! - my dear,” she slipped her arm around the woman's waist, steadying her and slipping the empty bottle from her hand, ”le’s ge’ y’some, ah,” the nearby table was full of booze, she caught the attention of a nearby servant, “wa’er and brea’ afore we carry on, ey? Y'll be grateful in the morning, I don' min’ sayin’. An' 'en we'll carry on with a foine ale or wine, yea? Somet’in’ a bi’ less of a punch t’ yer gut, maybe more flavorful, aye.” She gestured gratitude as the servant departed, and wondered if maybe they should try something else? Maybe something with a slower pace. A song, perhaps. Ah, but that would be so disruptive. And a ballroom was no place for physical drinking games. No throwing stones into buckets of water on the nice, expensive floor.

“Anyone know another game? Anythin’ I’ve go’ is more suited to, er, another environmen’. Unless we can use the courtyard..?” Well, she never imagined this was how she would break the ice with the upper class.
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 18 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Stratya Durmand

Time: 23rd, Evening
Location: The Masquerade
Interactions: Zarai @Rodiak
Mentions:
Mask & Masquerade
(Note: pants)


The young lady that had been sent to entertain her was charming, but there was something hollow to her. The half of her that was dedicated to following her current order of “attend a party” quickly subdued that thought, while the charming young country girl stepped forward to enjoy the event and lavish in the attention. It was such a novel thing, to have had someone sent to occupy her. Even if the circumstances were somewhat suspicious, she’d gotten her fife back, so her personal interest in that matter was at an end.

Her latest accompaniment explained the game she'd had in mind and they were off. Never Have I Ever? Was that a common game in the capital? She was more used to drinking rhymes and more physical games. Luckily for her, the first round was easy to suss out the rules. As most of the men drank, but fewer women, she supposed that she would be drinking for having swung a sword.

Sparring? Aye, she sparred pretty regularly with some of the other knights. She usually did it to teach those she thought she could help improve, so after the next round (which she also drank for kissing), she'd had a thought ready.

“O~oh, shall I? Alrigh’y,” Stratya smiled coyly under the playful gaze. “Never ‘ave I evur,” she paused to consider it, continuing thoughtfully, “lost a spar.. Oooh, ack, ney, ‘at's a lie. Haaa haha.” She'd neglected to count all the spars she'd lost to her father, growing up, which.. technically count. She took a sip for her lie. She'd probably lost other times, too, honestly. She distinctly remembered never losing to anyone else in her village, at least. “Even if i’ was m’trainin’ as a lass, I still lost. Le’s see, never ‘ave I evur..”

A glass shattered somewhere, but it wasn't in the immediate area. Never had it been so hard to ignore her usual inquisitive duties. Her attention snapped to its direction, but she slowly pulled herself away from her professional curiosity to come back to the party at hand. The thought in her mind completed as she did, “broken a glahss..” she'd said it rather absentmindedly, before her attention returned in full. “Ah, er, never ‘ave evur I burned anythin’ to a crisp, cookin’ it.” Actually, that seemed somewhat likely. How many people here actually cooked, themselves?
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 1 mo ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Stratya Durmand

Time: 23rd, Evening
Location: The Masquerade
Interactions: Zarai @Rodiak
Mentions: Peter @JJ Doe
Mask & Masquerade
(Note: pants)


“Oh hoh? Iszza’ wha’ you think?” They were both dancing around the real issue, though perhaps she’d come on a little strong. Not that she was necessarily looking to apprehend anyone. After her fife, she’d started this pursuit by reflex, but now she was in the middle of it and she just had to try and relax and leave it to the guards and anyone else missing their things. Right. Relaxing.

Oof, he hit her with the “Your Ladyship!” She often forgot her position was status as well as duty whenever she wasn’t using her status for her duty. She’s supposed to be a classy lady, or.. something. She certainly wasn’t lazy, though. “‘ard work? Hah. I think those words wou’ go espec’lly well on some ho’made bread, don’t you think?” She’d take an excuse to make bread any day.

“Ooye, who said anything about trying to find a date?” Before she could say anything more against her trying to steal his date, the young man got away under pretense of finding her a pretty lady. He was probably suspicious of her, anyway. At any rate, to his credit, he’d made good on his word. Yet another masked face to associate with the suspicious attendant approached her.

“Ooh, wha’ charmin’ comp’ny! Well come, lovely,” Stratya offered a pleased smile in response and her arm, placing her free hand on the arms that reached to hook with hers. Right, relax. “Aye, I’m keen on a game or two. S’ppose aye’ll ‘ang on ta this ‘til we’ve begun, then?” The captain accepted the offered drink in her freer hand, resisting the temptation to take an opening sip before the game had begun.

When the servant returned, the bottle, in particular, had caught her eye. It looked like water, but she got the distinct feeling that it definitely was not. With both her arms free while Zarai handed out the drinks to competitors, she wafted herself some of the vapors and gave a little cough, “ooh, the strong stuff, aye?” She hadn’t had anything quite so strong, before. She definitely heard of strong stuff like this, she’d heard talk in her village of strong liquors produced in secret in the thickets and forests. One of the popular names was moonshine, or forestbrew, but she’d never had the chance to try it. Was this something like that..?

When everyone that wanted one had their glass, Stratya turned to Zarai, glass carefully held in her right hand. “Righ’, then. You’ve go’ a game for us, ‘ave you?”
In Pokémon: There and Back Again → 1 mo ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Stella Lumite





Scamp came back to Stella and sneezed, which prompted her to pick up the critter and hug and pet him. “Oooh. Something on his breath, baby?” She gave him a kiss on his head before returning him to his ball. “Good job, sweetheart.” She turned her eyes to the keeper, “let’s go, then.”

~~~

“Crispy?” Stella did her best to seem unaware, surprised, “no idea. That one’s paralyzed?” She approached the second robber and inspected him, “seems like something Licked him. A Ghastly or Haunter, you think? Perhaps the local ghost pokemon took poorly to the disturbance. Dunno what kind of electric types you’ve got around here that did that one, though. Let’s just be thankful they were stopped.”
She caught the rope with a bit of surprise before setting about tying up the skinny bloke. First, tie his hands together behind his back, then do the arms. Then, aah, the knees. That should do. She looked at the offered payment for a moment before pocketing it, “Oh, just doing what any decent trainer should do, right? Reporting thieves and supporting in their capture.” She had no intention of tormenting the grave keeper, but the payment was nice. That reminded her, the old man’s ghost had promised her payment. He’d seemed very determined to compensate her, at that. She’d been paid for assisting in the robbers’ capture, but that was payment for a different matter. She managed to talk a Ghastly onto her team, maybe that was supposed to be it? Somehow, that felt too disconnected to really seem like her payment. If he couldn’t pay her properly, would he have new business keeping him here?
She didn’t want to have any relation to the haunting of a ghost-ghost. She’d go back to town and check the mansion’s porch, at least, before going to the Pokemon Center to rest for the night. After she left the graveyard, as she walked, she’d let her Ghastly have some night air with her.
In Pokémon: There and Back Again → 1 mo ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Stella Lumite





It was good that both of the burglars were alive. They may have been incredibly rude to the dead, and robbers besides, but that only earned them a little bit of roughing up. No one to apologize to or make amends with, she supposed, but she’d let the watchman take it from here.
The very heavily sleeping watchman was snoring quite soundly. Stella looked at the man thoughtfully. Was there not a nightshift? Possibly.. Whatever the case, this guy had some things to attend to. She let out her Yamper, “Scamp, lick his face to wake him up. Hope he likes dogs..”
“Sorry to wake you, Mr. Watchman, but there were some burglars at the Osman gravesite. Ellanore Osman. They might still be there, but I didn’t have any rope to tie them up or anything.”
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Stratya Durmand

Time: 23rd, Evening
Location: The Masquerade
Interactions: Peter @JJ Doe
Mentions:
Mask & Masquerade
(Note: pants)


“Mmm.” The jig-dancer's thoughtful response gave the captain pause. She took a slow breath, nodding softly, “aye. Aye, tha's.. cer’ainly possible. Unfortunate fellow, if tha's the case.”

The fellow was either innocent or very good with a poker face. The nagging wonder of where his companion had gone made her inquisitive, but direct interrogations weren't really her thing. As a party-goer, however, she knew how to get to know this fellow better. “C’mon then, new friend, le's go drinkin’,” she slung a deceptively strong arm around Peter's shoulders and drug the man along with her to meet the drinking party-goers. “If yuh frien’ turns back up, she c’n join us. Naturally. Ack, nay, I invite her. Aye, aye.”

“That yer mate what just left, path as crooked as the arrow ‘e'd make? ‘ave ye all been keepin’ up, or did ‘e star’ snaggin’ drinks a‘fore you cou’ reach ‘em?” Stratya scooped up a pair of glasses in her left hand, one between her index and middle finger, the other in her pinky and ring finger. Held gently by the stems, she extended the hand to Peter. She curled her index and middle finger to draw the first glass closer to herself and into her hand, so Peter would have an easy time grabbing the one offered.

“‘e’d ‘ave to ‘ave pretty fast ‘ands, and a faster gullet, there's no shor’age of flutes.” She turned her upper body a bit to check her hip, “still got mine? Good.” Well, not a flute, technically, but close enough. Not worth splitting hairs over.
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Stratya Durmand

Time: 23rd, Evening
Location: The Masquerade
Interactions: Peter @JJ Doe
Mentions:
Mask & Masquerade
(Note: pants)


“But that ain't what you're really asking, is it?”

“Ooh? I haven' the foggiest figure of what ye mean. I ‘adn't seen a dance quite like it before, on or off beat, an’ I was wondering where it came from, aye? ‘ave you evah been t’ d’ Bread Fest’val in Zivitas’ Creek? Now, they've a fine jig, rooted in ol’ traditions. You can' prop’ly perform it withou’ sof’ bread, y’know.”

His eyes had been searching her. Not ogling, that was easy enough to spot. No, he was definitely assessing her. As he turned out his pockets, she nodded softly to herself, “righ’. No’ much to go missin’ in the first place, ah? I can relate. Most I've go’ is me fife.” That didn't paint him well, though. “Oh, there's been a streak of’ mischief, tonigh’. If I didn't know any better, I'd think someone was playing a game” with other people's pockets. “Perhaps something in the air? Or the alcuhol. There, see? Just what I'm talking about.” A rotund patron had collided with a smaller girl and needed his friends to help him about. “‘ow much do ye think he's drank? Big guy like tha’ should be able to ‘old his drink.”

The champagne was interesting. It was stronger, but it was served in smaller volumes than ale. By design, like as not. If that guy could get sloshed, then the other nobles probably needed caution or they'd end up similarly.

… Hmm. How many nobles could she out-drink…? No, stop. Just because you're off-duty doesn't mean you can be irresponsible. Or… does it? Hmmm.

"Ye reck'n they're all ligh'weights? Naw, couldn't be."
In Pokémon: There and Back Again → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Stella Lumite






… That was quite a smell. She hoped she didn't over-do it. She got up from her hiding place and approached the first robber, nudging the slightly crispy fellow with her foot. “Wow. That really did the job. He’ll be ok, right?” She stepped past the would-be grave robber and approached the grave herself, examining it for damages. From the conversation she heard, she would guess they'd only just located the gravesite, but had they started to dig?
“Good job, Niblet. I'll stand still, climb me so I can find you.” Stella stood still long enough for Niblet to get into her leg. Once high enough, Stella knelt down and placed the flowers on the grave, taking a moment to find the name. “Hello, ma'am. You don't know me, but your husband asked me to come give you flowers. I told him he didn't have to pay me, but he stubbornly refused. Hmm.. now that I think about it, I'm not sure how he will. That's fine, of course. I told him it was fine to start with.”
“I suppose that's my task done. I hope you enjoy the flowers, ma'am. I'll go tell the night keeper about the robbers.” She lifted Niblet’s ball as she stood, putting the cute bug away within. She looked around for the ghost-type that had shown her the way and launched a surprise attack with her. “Ghastly, thank you for your help tonight. I've got a spot open on my team currently, if you'd like to come along with me. This is a nice home you've got, though, I'd understand if you wanted to stay.”
At any rate, she'd better go get that night watchman. She'd make her way back at a jog to the cabin before knocking firmly, “excuse me, it's urgent! You've got robbers! At the [Name from grave] site!” She was ready to enter, if no one answered or came to the door. She didn't expect those goons to stay still all night, after all.
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Stratya Durmand

Time: 23rd, Evening
Location: The Masquerade
Interactions: Peter @JJ Doe
Mentions:
Mask & Masquerade
(Note: pants)


Ah, they looked at her. Stratya continued looking for a moment longer, took a sip, and diverted her attention. Had she been too obvious? Probably. If wasn't long before her suspect appeared before her. He'd come to the buffet table. His companion was not longer with him. Interesting.

As if she needed more confirmation that this particular patron was out of place. The enjoyment he got from the food here was expressed far too boisterously. Not that she cared particularly. It was the kind of honesty she was comfortable with, that she was used to. "I'tis a bit stuffy, as far as music goes. A good countrysi' festival has some good music. Even if the musicians aren'necessarily as skilled as what ye ge' 'ere, in t' capital." Stratya did not seem to favor either hand too much. She favored both, sometimes one and sometimes the other. Though she did conceal a weapon, she was used to being armed, and it was small enough that she could move comfortably with it. She'd firmly put herself in the mindset of moving normally.

Was he checking her out? Maybe. Maybe not. If he was, indeed, the suspect and not just suspicious, he could be sizing her up, now watching her as she'd been watching him. "Oh hoh hoh, du'nae flatter yerself, now. It was hard not to notice someone dancing so far off-beat. Do you have trouble with rhythm?" She finished her current flute of champagne and passed her glass off to passing staff. "Where'd y'learn a jig like tha', anyway?" She doubted she'd get this guy to slip up and say anything incriminating directly, but there were several questions to be answered.

Stratya made a small noise and turned, feigning an afterthought, "got all your belongings on you? Not missin' anythin'?"
In Rising Stars: A Fairy Tail AU → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Wow. The woman was maaaaassive. Good thing the young lady was done appreciating the woman's size by the time it was her turn to speak, at least. "I didn't hear anything so much as I saw some clues. A caravan just left town, accompanied by a guard squad but also individuals out of uniform. I would guess mages, but I could be wrong." It was a reasonable assumption, but there were other possibilities. "Then I saw your flying cloud man, D'Angelo. That's a dead giveaway, right there, sure as shoot," she chuckled.

"I suppose you'd like to know about my magic?" Trinity lightly tossed her lute over her shoulder, only for it to float into the air immediately as it left her hand, now played and held by nothing more than her magic as she conjured more into her hands. Trinity moulded, in her hands, a golden light into a saucer shape before she positioned it upright. A moment later, it would project a soft synthesizer sound, playing undertones to her lute. "Instruments are my domain, as well as the golden glow of my moulding magic."

"So, what kind of work can I expect around these parts, anyway?"
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