Blackfridayrule

Seeking advanced long term partner for 1x1 rp!

Sounds good to me. I’m not particular about post frequency as long as it’s semi frequent. But like yeah, real life always comes first.

I’m on Discord as Blackfridayrule as well. Er, my number is #9681? Is that how you do it? Been a while since I’ve had to add anyone on discord. Let’s chat and come up with something!

Seeking advanced long term partner for 1x1 rp!

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The Tree of Astra (LadyAnnaLee and Blackfridayrule)

No worries, thanks for the update. And have fun with your mom!

The Tree of Astra (LadyAnnaLee and Blackfridayrule)

Ridahne nodded thoughtfully. Just because she was the first did not mean she was the last. There would be others. Something about that made her panic a little, if she was honest with herself. It wasn't so much the fact that either a new Guardian or Seed-Chained would exist that made her panic, but the fact that they, like herself, would be left without someone to guide them. There would be no precedent, no advisor to give them hope or advice or anything. Ridahne would theoretically live a long time, but probably not that long. Then again, what did she know? Maybe in a hundred years this would happen again. Maybe in a thousand. She really had no idea. But she did resolve to at some point, when this was all over, to write some things down. Things she'd already learned, and put it in a sealed envelope that could only be given to the next person.

She suddenly had a lot of questions, questions she wished she would have asked Ravi when they were with him. Too late now.

"It will have to be something...more simple then. Not as complex and contextual as the rest of the marks in an Ojih. And I think the one for Seed-Chained will have to be white. White, because it is neither the color of the sky, or the sea, or of the earth. And because in a tattooing sense, white is often used for things that are meant to be added to, or partially covered over. You can't cover over black, see. But both other colors will go over white. The addition for Seed-Honored should be black, not blue, for it does not belong to Azurei. The Guardian mark would also have to be black. Black is a very strong color, it is very final. Like an oath." Ridahne nodded, satisfied with these conclusions. Now she only had to figure out a shape...

Darin asked about marriage, about the mark for it and what it meant, and why people even did it in the first place. That's right--Ridahne forgot her village didn't really practice marriage in a traditional sense. "Well the mark for marriage is actually quite small. It goes along the left jawline and begins with ah..." she gesticulated with her hands helplessly for a moment before drawing it in the air. The shape was almost triangular, except with two points sporting 'tails' that crossed one another. "It's blue. And if you were to outlive your spouse, or if you were to decide to separate--a very rare thing--the little space where the ends cross over is tattooed white. There's another mark that's sort of a 'shorter' version of the first you would get if you remarried. I don't know, it's hard to explain. As for why people do it..." Ridahne shrugged. "A lot of it is tradition, I think. It is not religious for us, though I'm sure for some out there it might be. It's not much different than what your village does, except we just sort of...do it...publicly? It is something we celebrate. Particularly for us, it's important because when you marry, you either give yourself to your spouse's family, or they give themself to yours. And family origin is shown in the Ku'o, this earring thing we wear." She tugged on her bone one. "That's its own thing to explain. But honestly, on a practical level, if you have things to show you are married, like not just committed to a person but sort of publicly declaring it, then people know you're no longer available for courting." She smiled at that. "It eliminates a lot of confusion."

They began to enter into slightly thicker forest instead of spread out trees and grasses. "Ah, we must be getting close to the border, the land is changing. We'll be there by end of day."

In Dark Seas We Sail

Wheel never seemed to hear Berlin's command. The captain just cursed; looking at the man, he could see there was something up. Always something on this ship, he thought. He wanted to ask after him, but Berlin knew when the Curse was flaring, it was best just to let Wheel handle it until it became a problem. Still, he'd never seen him quite like this. And knowing that one of his heavy-hitters was 'off' somehow made a bead of sweat form on his brow. More than one. He didn't think this would end in conflict, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to be ready for it. Screw it.

"Wheel." His voice was even despite how anxious he felt. If Berlin couldn't do that, then he was no good to anyone. "Report." It wasn't like he could ask 'are you okay?' because Wheel would inevitably answer 'yes'. Besides, he wanted more information than just his physical status. "What's happening? Who are they?" He meant a lot of things by that question. He just needed answers so he could go into this interaction with something resembling levelheadedness.

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Rohaan spared no time in galloping off down below deck to find Uban. The man was very soundly sleeping and didn't even stir at Rohaan's thundering footsteps, or the first few times the lad shook him. "Uban...Ubaaaan! UBAN!"
The lad was not prepared for the sudden burst of Uban's reaction as the older man sat up in a panicked scramble, uttering a kind of half-muffled cry. He was sweating. His eyes darted around and found the boy, and something in his expression calmed and he remembered that he was tired. "Oi, nightmare. Sorry." It had been the turtle. He'd fallen asleep thinking about it and that thought colored his dreams. Dreams in which the great reptilian beast opened its mouth wide, leaned in, closer, closer, the black abyss of its great maw consuming the horizon until his jaws snapped shut on...Pieter? He shook his head as if to clear it. "That thing!" He said with sudden realization. "There was a thing..?"
Rohaan nodded, grabbing Uban's hand and pulling him towards the stairs. "Aye, a dragon ship? And I think it's dead and its got uh, arms on it and I don't like it? But we're being boarded."
Rohaan spoke fast, Uban barely kept up as he followed him topside. "Sorry, a what? We're what? Shit..." Bad time to fall asleep, he thought. "Rohaan, we're gonna have to have a conversation about your communication ski--oh shit." He stepped into the harsh light of day and saw the thing heading towards them. Uban blinked hard, patting himself down as if to look for his pistols or knives. He had the one knife at least. "Are we...is this a fight? Are we fighting?"
Rohaan shook his head. "Don't think so. They wanna talk."
"I heard that before."
"Nah, I think they mean it. They're hunting the slavers too."

Rohaan was already gone, leaving Uban to just stare dumbly at the approaching dragon. He continued to do that for some time, unsure of what else to really do. Battling a dragon was not his territory, that was all Wheel and Rohaan. Really the best thing he could do was to try and eat something and get a little stamina back. Maybe he should--oh. He turned to go to the galley but Rohaan was there instead holding some dry bread, a little salted meat, and a mug of hot black coffee. "Oh. Thanks mate." He took the proffered grub, though as he took the coffee, it dawned on him where it came from. Only place on the ship to find coffee was Berlin's personal stash. Wordlessly, he gave Rohaan a half horrified, half admonishing look. The shifter gave a toothy, too-innocent grin that meant he was anything but, and Uban nodded conspiratorially and drank the hot liquid. After all, they snuck him booze sometimes, it was only fair he snuck them other dainties.

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The dragon landed and slid through the water until the two vessels were within boarding distance. All of Berlin's focus was on the thing, and the people riding it. He felt like his eyes were playing tricks on him; he did not believe what he was seeing. It was a ship, and that woman did have tentacles just as Rohaan had shown him. Probably a good thing he had, or he would have been horribly surprised. Right now, he needed to be unflappable.

The crew stood by. Uban, who quickly finished eating, stood still but at the ready. He could produce some lightning if needed, he was sure of it. And Rohaan had wandered over to stand near Hana. He kept close, though it wasn't because he was nervous. He was, in his own way, but not too much. He was mystified by these people but at the end of the day, he did not fear them. No, instead he casually seemed to position himself always between her and the other ship. It wasn't an obvious thing, but he seemed to be aware of her and them at all times. He knew she wasn't a hardened warrior (though he still secretly harbored the belief that she could be dangerous if she wanted) and if he was honest with himself, he guessed he sort of liked her. If this went ugly and someone tried to hurt her (or anyone else for that matter, even Wheel) they'd answer to him first.

Berlin raised a big hand. "Granted." He wouldn't ask them to come unarmed--his crew would be armed and he wouldn't walk onto another man's ship without a weapon to hand if he could help it. But as long as they didn't draw their weapons, he was fine. He waited for them to come aboard, then greeted them with a polite head nod. "Welcome aboard the Borealis. I am her Captain, Berlin. You must be Kaga-met Ir Sabdul. The boy tells me we might have a mutual goal." As always, Berlin was charismatic. He didn't have the kind of extroverted charm Uban came by so naturally, but he did have a general quiet likability. Despite his size, it was hard to believe just by looking at him that he could be a tempest, but he could.

Various vague ideas for 1x1 or 3 player rp

Yeah paragraph is way too low for me, generally speaking.

Various vague ideas for 1x1 or 3 player rp

7k plus word count on average. It varies depending on the post itself but you know, in general.

Various vague ideas for 1x1 or 3 player rp

Alright, next question, do you consider yourself to be an advanced writer? I’m definitely looking for someone who can keep up with me in terms of post length/quality.

Various vague ideas for 1x1 or 3 player rp

sweet! Got any thoughts? Like I’m definitely thinking some form of magic should be involved and we can decide what that means. Maybe fantasy races (elves dwarves and whatever else?) I’m also thinking it’s a small band, like 3-4 to start with maybe? Not married to those numbers either if you wanna have more characters.

The Tree of Astra (LadyAnnaLee and Blackfridayrule)

“Two mm?” Ridahne genuinely had to let that idea sink in for a while before she nodded. “Aye, I suppose two would make sense. Though I’m not sure what mark we could use for Seed-Chained that anyone at all would know. I’d say that it’s an Azurei thing to know the marks, but not even they would know it because it’s new. But it could be added to in the future, whatever it is. That’s a very common thing.”

Ridahne gasped and put both hands to her cheeks and looked at her human companion in horror when she suggested a different color. “No!” She breathed, too shocked by the idea to even explain why. There weren’t expressly any laws about it, but everyone knew the ojih were white, black, and blue. The Azurei in general didn’t use tattoo ink of any other colors even for non-ojih tattoos. That was tradition. Ridahne couldn’t even fathom breaking it. “No, I could see maybe an arm tattoo being another color but not the ojih, no no no. Too much tradition there to break that. The colors do have significance but not inherently. Blue does not mean something in general, but for similar looking marks, they are differentiated by color. Like my traitors mark, it’s black ink, and you can’t tattoo over black, so when the deed is done and I am redeemed and forgiven, it will get a white border, and a white dot here on my nose.”

Ridahne absently traced her finger in Tsura’s coat to visualize some ideas she had for a second, shook her head, and dropped her hands to her sides. It would take some time to really come up with a good idea, and she’d have to start drawing them out on a piece of paper or something.

“Oh, that one one my leg?” She shrugged. “It’s not for anything, not like the ojih or this one,” she tapped the band around her right bicep, “that one was just something the eija did, you know, as a tradition but it’s not required like an ojih mark. The one on my leg is just...” she shrugged. “I believe human women paint their lips. We do ink.” She grinned. “But an ojih mark doesn’t necessarily take too long, maybe a few hours depending on the mark and how much ink it really is. There can be a short recovery process—you know, a few hours—afterwards. See, the body does not like pain. The mind can handle it, but the body has its own ideas. It starts to...not work very well after a while. Mostly stuttering, you’re a little foggy sometimes, and you can get the shakes. But it goes away. Realistically I could do the mark on the road if we stayed somewhere where there was a mirror and lots of light. I’ve got a small one but I want to do it proper. I could just do it and the Sols can deal with it when I come.” She laughed. “I will see how I feel. If I come up with something and feel really driven to do it before we get there, I will. If not, I’ll wait. I could ink you too,” Ridahne joked. She would, but she remembered Darin not being especially excited about getting one, so she didn’t really mean it.

“I have the feeling I will have a lot more marks by the time I get to Azurei.” Ridahne smiled. “Those two, and the one that signifies marriage.”