AcaciaMalikov

Outlaws of Varisia Pathfinder Campaign Interest Check

Might keep my eye on this one see if I might join.
I do play Pathfinder with a few friends on weekends so it'd be fun to take up an online role-play campaign.

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Acacia Malikov

Raised emerald sights from the chocolate tinted canine in front of her; flickering views at every couple moving on the floor and every form shifting to converse with others. She rose to her feet and peered down at her canine, pale pink lips curling upwards towards her ears as she spoke in a gentle tone.

“Pokhezhe, eto prosto nas dva dlya nashey sobstvennoy kompanii, da chto ty dumayesh’, ostat’sya ili uyti?” the words rolled effortlessly from her tongue as she awaited any signal he gave, sure he may not have understood most things, but he had a way of getting his idea across, she’d spent 19 years with him and knew every slight movement, vocal and notion he put across that no one else could pick up on.

After a few moment’s she peered around once more, rolling her shoulders back she stood tall, nearly 6 foot in height naturally the heels she wore pretty well put her right on that mark. Untamed weaves of auburn-haired girl dangled loosely over her shoulders chest and hung down her spines length.

“Davayte bluzhdat’ nekotoroya da mal’chik?” She glimpsed down at Koshmarik before she extended an elongated leg, the waves of emerald danced around the strides of moving limbs. Porcelain skin contrasting brightly against the darkened hue of the gown worn, and the unnatural eyes almost catlike in green binds stood out under the colours surrounding them.

As she moved she heard small collaborations of conversation, she headed for the large stair case and without stopping to confront anyone else she’d begin her stride up its lengths, a gentle slender hand ran up the smooth golden railing, the chill caused a light barrage of goose bumps to spread up the length of her uncovered arm. Heels clacking lightly as she took each step and reaching the top without disturbances she prayed she headed for a hallway to see where it lead, she wasn’t one to hang around crowds and if she could she’d find a quiet place to wait out till dinner.

This was in the chance she didn’t stumble anywhere she shouldn’t or run into anyone she didn’t need to.

“Wow, this place is a palace.” is all she managed as she studied the walls, doors, ceilings and decorations as she moved.

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Koshmarik
Listened lightly as she continued to speak to him, eventually she stopped, the last thing he heard from her in that conversation was “My ne dolzhny byt’ zdes’, my ne podkhadyat, I eto tak unusual dlya vsekh, chtoby, kashetzya, neyestestvenno, theres to ne tak v etom meste.”

As his tawny hues followed her movements he backed up a small distance allowing her space. The long almost old fashioned gown glazed over her legs as she moved and he listened as she spoke to him. The accent of hers was natural to him, each word she spoke run in his ears, each word he understood from the years he’d spent by her side, no one else knew of his age, he was only two or even three to their eyes, he was honestly a lot older.

As she asked if he wanted to wander he flickered a light ear towards one side of the room before angling them back at her, velvet nose panels pulling in as he emit a light huffing notion. Before he knew it he was trailing after her, light paws scraping as he began his ascension up the staircase by her side. Two chains around his neck clinking as he moved and the harness hardly budged as he moved, the leash dangling without any tension as he stared ahead, once up he continued following, if she stopped he’d stop as well as if reading her mind.

He watched as the scenery of the building passed him and his mistress, they made their way down a hall and he grew uncertain of the decision his mistress had made on where exactly to go.

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Lillium said
It seems I've been away too long and now have no clue as to where I should jump in^^;

I'm sure an opportunity to enter the RP will make itself apparent. There's always a place, just hard to find most the time.

Hope you jump in soon ^-^ The more the merrier.

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Yeah mine were redheads cause nearly all my characters have the same hair as I do myself.

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I think he said he'd post once he made another CS ... I am pretty sure thats what it was, I know I read his last message and yeah

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Posted ^-^ Hope its good.

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Summer & Autumn Dillon

Humming softly Summer hardly paid heed to those around her, a young ball of youth sat curled up in her lap, the trip had been long so far, the wait in the airport was tiring for a tyke and this no doubt led to her nap through a majority of the trip. Pale blue eyes almost that of grey flickered from out the window to down at the sibling, pink tinged lips curling up as she continued to hum and returned to looking outside.

Arms coiled around the child as she almost appeared to be the mother from behaviour and appearance, sitting nearby on the same 3 seat row was a man, he was quiet, sitting and reading a magazine offered for distraction. He wasn't a fan of flying by the looks of it.

He raised his hand and fixed what appeared to be a cowboy hat upon his head, similar to that of the one the young woman wore herself. They were all family on that row, he was their father, though he didn't seem to interact too well with them at this point. Autumn fidgeted in her sleep, trying to roll over as Summer moved her arms to catch her movements and allow her to get comfy in her own way.

“It's gone ta be so much harder without mum around, so much more challenging, huh pa?” she turned her head to look at him as she spoke lightly, the Australian accent ringing on every word.

Dark chocolate hues didn't even budge to look at the girl speaking, his hands visibly clasping the edges of the magazine as he listened. Suddenly he raised his head. The pilot spoke through the intercom, “Don't worry folks, I'm going to take a detour around the storm and lightning. There will be some turbulence, so I recommend you buckle up.”

Summer stared blankly at the man gazing down the isles of the plane. She huffed and her pale lightly freckled almost shifted the child, moving her quickly into her seat which caused a stir, the child began to moan and grab at her shirt obviously not wanting to move.

“Naa! Ahhh!” Autumn squealed as she was awoken and forced to move, small digits wrapped around the blue plaid fabric her sister wore. She kicked her legs and began to squeal louder as her sister's firm hands worked to unwrap her.

“Lookie here Missy, you gotta sit in that there chair or else this planes gone'a crash!” Summer couldn't think of much else to say, “Mum wouldn't be too happy know'n that you ain’t done what'ya been told huh?” her own voice was firm, it was the voice of a woman well worked and understanding that being gentle aint always the answer. With big bright blue eyes now on her she grabbed the child’s arms, “Now sit down and lemmie buckle you in so we can continue a peaceful flight.” The child complied and with an unpleasant looking expression she sat within the large chair and allowed herself to be buckled in.

Summer received no help from her father in the matter of settling the girl and once finished buckled herself in as well.

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After a small while of a fairly decent flight with harsh turbulence everyone began to hesitate. The plane was going down. Summer went wide eyed looking towards her father, he had his head back against the chair, hands clutching the ends of the arm rests, white knuckles visible. Autumn was squealing again, she was young and didn't understand the matter of the sudden declination in angle and rough shaking of the plane as it moved. Summer reached over and placed an arm over her sister, acting like a second belt.

“It's okay, your okay, stay calm …. Dad! What do we do!?” Summer looked at him and waited, but, got no reply, he was terrified of planes, his eyes were glued shut and his mouth wasn't going to open any time soon.

Autumn began screaming and crying as she grabbed at her sisters arm. This was all Summer heard before everything shut off, silence and darkness shrouded her. There were no words in her head, there were no images baring anything, it was only pitch black and not even crickets creaked.

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Summer came too after who knows how long. She stared from where she was, on the wall almost wedged between the window and another row from in front of her. Fuzzy vision made it hard to see as she glimpsed up to see her father and sister still clasped into their seats, she tried to get up and a shooting pain through her made that hard as she collapsed with a partial screech. A slender hand wrapped around her as she inspected the element of pain, a large part of the window obviously when she'd landed there had lodged itself within her side and she recoiled slightly.

“Atty! Dad!” she spoke firm as she sat where she was, her dad made no response he was leaning half over limply into Autumns seat as the child twitched the smallest with a high pitched groan. She's Alive! was all that Summer could think, she could care less about her own condition as she tried to stand, haunched over as she tried to reach for the girl.

Fingers and arm extended as she gasped from the pain in her side and jerked. Fingertips rubbing across the buckle as she tried to get the button. Click Autumn suddenly fell, Summer moved her fastest to catch her and in her own movements fell under the weight and pain. Summer curled up in a ball around the child and she sobbed softly, from the pain and relief. Knowing her baby was alive, she had spent most her life raising this child while her mother was too busy and in return gained a bond greater than most.

Once she regained her composure she drew herself with the child to her feet. Arms holding the unconscious being as she moved towards an opening in the wall, limping on her left leg due to the glass lodged in that side of her body. She ached everywhere, though she tried to bite her lip and ignore it, there were more important things to do. That's what you learnt on a ranch. [/i]Suck it up princess, theres a lot worse that coulda happened, you fell off, waa waa, get back on and show them whose boss,[/i] she remembered her daddy always telling her. That gave her motivation.

They came out near the bottom of the plane. Autumn wasn't coming too yet and remained quiet and limp in the arms of her sister, being carried around the plane as no one else had yet been spotted. Around the bottom side of the plane where the cargo bay was located Summer set Autumn down in the sand for a moment as she headed towards another girl who seemed to be coming towards the plane.

“Hey! You alright?” she called out, the girl was visibly holding her stomach that was coated a crimson red which made her worry, even if she wasn't a child she worried anyway. She herself had that coating down her left side as she latched her side fingers spread around the glass there. What else did she have? Summer asked herself, it looked like a carrier. As she got nearer it was visibly a cat carrier.

“Tiny!” Summer said out loud as she suddenly headed towards the girl, almost collapsing in her movements from the sudden shoot of pain down through her entire side and body. She could hear a mew from the direction as she got closer and stopped in her tracks. “Where there other carriers with that there one?” she asked hoping that there were, “I need to find Tiny before she wakes” is all she managed as she waited for a response. Autumn was stirring slowly in the sand, moving about as she let out a quiet groan, she'd be in pain just as everyone else was.

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Haha I've posted for Acacia ^-^ Hope its good :3

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Acacia Malikov
Grand Hand

Had picked up on the man’s eyes lighting up upon her speaking, his arms crossed baring disappointment from her words, she didn't expect that sort of reaction, seemingly enlightened yet rejected all in once. She felt partially bad for it as she watched his movements, her canine still emitting low rumbles as she glimpsed down at him and spoke in seemingly hushed tones “Tishe.” She raised her sights back to the seemingly humble man even through apparent intoxication. “Not so trusting? Well, we seem to have that in common.” his voice was not what she expected and she listened intently to the words, she didn't picture him to having trusting issues, though she couldn't base it off of what she could see, she could have been wrong.

Soon though, her attention altered its course, a man sporting a bright cherry masking. “So what's going on over here?” he inquired in a genuine tone amongst the group. Preparing to speak she stopped herself and looked back at the equally emerald dressed man as her.

“Now now, there's no need for an ambush. I am not so daft as to overlook a hint. The lady made it perfectly clear that I am not welcomed here.” she raised a hand and lightly attempted to speak “That's not what I...” her voice was softly spoken under the accent as she cut herself off when the man had begun talking again. “Excuse me for being blunt but it is not wise to approach me that way, freshmen.” it was visible the subtle hint he passed on, she'd spent most her life picking up on the smallest of traits and hints through in-depth observation.

Yet again, almost annoyed now at all the voices and people she looked to Anna “Ace, would you like to go and get some food? I've not eaten all day. Oh, hello. If you'll excuse us, I have to steal away my room mate. We're positively starved.” The posh accent of Neo British descents clung to her words like something from a movie, it was almost unnatural. The man who'd approached her with a slight bump hadn't even noticed her as he stared at the cherry masked figure as if something was about to happen, this was of course until yet another feminine voice entered the conversational group.

She hardly even focused on the words said anymore and simply stared at everyone. Almost prepared to turn and walk away from the situation she wasn't a people person and hardly smiled at anything said. The emerald tuxedo and it's inhabitant strolled off after speaking lightly to she herself. “Please, forgive my drunkent behaviour as it will not happen again. Ya ne imel v vidu nichego plokhogo.” he said in a seemingly friendly manner. She nodded lightly and merely spoke “Eto normal'no , zabotit'sya ser , I ya zhelaya vam luchshe vsego.”, this was before she watched as he left.

Returning her attention to the rest she rolled her shoulders back, raised her chin and blinked softly at the gathering, “If you'll excuse me for a moment. Koshmarik, priyekhat'!” she nodded to her room-mate acknowledging her, though not answering, she needed to sit and wasn't up for continuing the conversation as she turned and headed for the nearest side of the room. There was a table unoccupied by anyone, though another table sat a few meters off and was occupied by a young man and lady. She pulled a chair out a small distance and lightly placed herself upon it, staring down at Koshmarik as she began mumbling under her breath at him words no one would probably be able to pick up on.

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Koshmarik
Grand Hall

Ears perked tightly they twitched at the voices about “Tishe.” his own mistress hushed at him as he lowered his ears flat for a moment and turned himself to move beside her, turning again he faced the group and allowed his rump to lower. Stumped tail not even reaching the ground from the position as he glared with darkened amber hues at those about.

As another man joined within close proximity of his human he lowered his head in a tensed uncertain manner and huffed at him heavily with a partial groaned rumble. The voices were too many for him to understand, yet the scents of each person were memorable for future reference. He felt something off about those around him and this put him further on guard as he shook his head and emitted a paled whine. Something he didn't do often enough, this wasn't too easily picked up on by his mistress as she continued shifting her attention between the men and the new room-mate who decided to come step in as well.

He huffed and lapped down his maw as he arose from his sitting position and shifting unsettled by the growing number. Words fell down on him from each person and he noticed the increased anxiety of his mistress. Turning slightly he rubbed his head against her leg in a comforting or attention seeking way and after that a fourth person came over, she removed the drunkard from the scene, though Koshmarik focused closely as he spoke words to his mistress, words he understood in the tongue they were placed.

Moments of exchanged words passed before he head Acacia speak, “If you'll excuse me for a moment. Koshmarik, priyekhat'!”, after this he began moving slowly yet elegantly, passing those from the group he stayed close by the young red heads side. His claws scraping lightly under him giving off light barely audible sounds of scratching, suddenly stopping he placed himself closer to his human sitting squarely in front of her at a table as she began mumbling to him with emerald eyes locked on his.

He seemed intent on what was said and the scene may have made the girl look visible nuts in some sort of way.

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If it wasn't for Kosh she may have spoken more to him, if he is seen again through the RP then she may interact with him depending :P she's not one to hold grudges against others for light minorities such as light drunkness ^-^