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The EWIP- Fantasy RP

By the time she reached the top, Meryn was filthy. Sweating from the climb, she was covered head to toe in soot. At least she didn't care for her clothes. She wiped a hand across her face, no doubt only smearing the ashes further. Meryn looked around her for a moment, careful to keep her balance on the uneven roof. Where the hell was she? Part of her had hoped that this weird… illusion, or dream, or prank, or whatever it was would end once she'd escaped the room, but the outside world was just as alien to her. Her eyes fell on the makeshift ramp, leading from the roof to the land beyond the moat. She had no idea how that'd happened or if it was even stable enough to support them, but at the moment it was their best option. If she could get into the woods just beyond that, she knew for a fact she could outmaneuver almost anyone. And then what? No matter where she went, she was still stuck in some weird land with castles and princesses who had irises linked up to whatever dissociative identity disorder she had. Then again, it wasn't like she had a whole lot of choices here.

She spun back to the chimney when she heard another person, a man who looked just as foreign to her as everything else here, scrambled out of the chimney and onto the roof. He seemed winded from the climb, but then so was she. Inching closer to him, she tilted herself down so his face was in his line of vision, and placed a light hand on his arm. Meryn caught his eyes in her own pale green ones and then moved her gaze to the crumbled wall, pointing with her other hand. She looked back up at him one last time before turning back to the chimney and reaching down to help the others up.

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

eyyyy enjoy my bullshit post that is too long and not proof-read. i tried.

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Meryn crashed into consciousness, drowning in the scent of iron and the sounds of chaos. She jolted awake to find she was sitting up against an overturned chair. Confusion gave way to panic as questions spun through her mind. Where was she? Who were all these people? What the hell was going on? Why did she feel like she got stuck at some renaissance fair? And there were bodies, actual bodies on the floor all around her, very clearly dead if the liters of blood soaking into the floor were any indication. Her heart pounding in her chest was almost loud enough to drown out the shouts and clanging of metal beyond the grand doors.

Swallowing back her terror, Meryn clamped a hand over her mouth and forced herself to her feet. A few others in the room were up and about. It was a wide variety of people, some looking much too at home, while others seemed just as disoriented as Meryn felt. One woman in particular, dressed like some sort of noble, switched rapidly between moods as she shed some light on the situation. Meryn half listened, desperate for any insight, but still feeling frantic and disorganized. She vaguely heard a few other people speak up as she crossed the room as carefully as she could to the shattered window.

If her choices were fight or flee, then there really wasn't any choice at all. Meryn had never been in a fight before, let alone one with medieval soldiers, and she sure as hell wasn't about to start now. Poking her head out the window, her eyes widened at what she saw. They were in some sort of castle, with a moat and everything. They were several stories above the ground, and while the castle walls were far from smooth, Meryn didn't trust that she'd be able to find reliable footholds all the way down. Plus who knew how long that would take before someone saw her – and possibly shot at her.

Pulling back from the window, her eyes darted around the room, searching for any solution. The door was a bust. No way was she throwing herself into a sword fight when she could barely even throw a punch. Plus, who knew what sort of weapons people here had. That left… Her eyes widened when they fell on the fireplace. She spun back around and poked her head out the window again, looking up. The roof wasn't too far away. And if the chimney was as old-fashioned as everything else in this weird place, she'd have no trouble fitting. But then what? She'd just be farther from the ground. But she supposed maybe there would be another route from there back into the castle, and she could avoid the chaos… It was a shit plan, but she didn't have many other options. What about the others? Meryn didn't know them, but she couldn't just leave them here to face these Claw people by themselves. Then again, she supposed her own plan wasn't much better.

She walked to the dead soldier closest to her and knelt down next to him. Pausing for a moment, she reached out and grabbed a knife from his gloved hand. Part of her felt disrespectful, dirty for stealing from the dead. But practicality won out, and she slipped it into her boot. Meryn had no idea what she was planning on doing with it. She only ever used knives when cooking, and wouldn't even begin to know how to use one as a weapon. But still, she stood and crossed the room to the fireplace, the weight of the dagger pressed against her foot.

When she reached the fireplace, she took a moment to steady herself, and focus her thoughts. This was something that was actually happening. She was about to scale a castle's chimney to escape medieval marauders known as the 'Claws of Anarchy.' This was her life. How the hell was this her life?

Gritting her teeth, she balled her hands into fists at her sides and spun to face the rest of the room. Meryn gave a short whistle, hoping to catch the others' attentions. Hesitating for only a moment, she placed a hand on the mantle and ducked under it. Meryn looked up. It was dark and filthy, but wide enough for her to be comfortable. Most importantly of all, she could see the blue of the sky at the top. Fully placing herself under the chimney, she pressed her back to one side and pressed a foot against the opposite. Eventually she'd maneuvered herself so her limbs pressed to the sides of the chimney, supporting her body in the middle. Then she started to climb.

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Going to the movies now, I'll get my first post up in a few hours

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

all done with my cs

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Name- Meryn

Age- 20

Race- Human

Gender- Female

Personality- Meryn was born without the ability to speak, but she rarely has any trouble getting her point across. Though she carries herself with a subtle confidence, she's acutely aware of what she is and isn't capable of, and is constantly trying to push that boundary. Independent, fearless, and just a little bit spiteful, telling her she can't or shouldn't do something is usually the quickest way to get her to do it. Although she seems aloof and closed off, Meryn is more soft-hearted than she first appears. If someone comes to her asking for help, she can't help but comply – even if she does roll her eyes and drag her feet along the way. It's easy for her heart to override her head, and her naivety can sometimes get her into trouble.

Skills- Parkour, violin, piano, ocarina, guitar, beatboxing (sans voice)

Appearance-

Meryn is a twig of a girl. Short, thin, and physically unimpressive in almost every way, people can often mistake her for a young boy, rather than a full-grown woman. She has sandy brown skin, long, wavy black hair that she often keeps in a messy ponytail, and pale green eyes. Meryn also wears a small wooden pin with her name engraved on it, stuck to her jacket.

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

I'm interested. I'll get up a cs soon

Paving Their Way with Hope

I was mainly thinking either they teleport to the closest piece of solid ground or just directly to the mansion for better or worse. The kid being there is their best guess but obviously he might not be there. Lol it really depends on how fed up Cori is.

Nate can probably talk her down from anything too rash pretty easily right now.

Paving Their Way with Hope

hey so if you want to go the teleport route, you can just go ahead and say "cori brought out her claydol and they teleported" or something. no need to wait for my post to move it along. of course if you wanna do something completely different that's cool too. i left it open.

Paving Their Way with Hope

Cori was not having a good time. In theory, she loved the work they did. They got to travel, be independent, help people in need… in practice though, it was sometimes a much different story. Like two weeks ago when they got a phony call from some punk teenagers who thought they could ambush Cori and Nathan and try to filch their supplies. Or the week before that when they'd arrived on the scene only to see their competitors already there with a triumphant glint in their eyes and fresh money in their pockets. Or today.

Today sucked.

"Oh yeah," she muttered, more to herself than to her partner, "I really feel like we're making a difference. Especially when it means trekking through some backwater bog." Though there was acid dripping from her words, Cori was often an excess of bark and very little bite (unless you somehow got in the way of their work – then there was no saving you). Her anger was spurred on from impatience and annoyance more than any actual resentment. When the time came, she'd no doubt dote upon their client like she always did, even if this proved to simply be a false alarm.

Cori gritted her teeth as she fought to lift her legs from the marsh with every step. She was a small thing, and every time she placed her foot, the water rose well up her calf. She'd had the sense to bring only the most disposable clothes, though even those were perhaps too chic for this route (Cori had standards). Boots, a pair of shorts, and a well-made pink blouse. They were all covered in mud. She was tired, dirty, hungry for some actual food, and every time she stepped, the twigs and leaves buried in the silt felt like insect legs against her skin.

She placed her foot again, more forcefully than was wise, and gave a little yelp when the marsh all but ate her leg. Stuck up to her thigh, she grabbed onto Nathan's shirt on reflex, almost bringing the poor boy toppling down with her, but found her balance before it came to that. Cori skewed her face up as she tried to lift her leg. But the weight of the water and silt was clamped down around her, making escape impossible. When she tried using her other, awkwardly bent leg, to push herself up, that one only slipped further into the mud.

She turned her head slowly to glare up at Nathan.

"This kid better need saving."

With a huff, Cori glanced around, looking for something to latch onto for support. The only thing within reach (besides her poor partner) was an old, rotting tree. She reached out and curled her fingers tentatively around a branch, only to have it break off when she pulled. Cori sighed, and took the branch in both hands, testing it. It was a pale, dirty thing, but aside from the rotten stump, it seemed sturdy enough. Cori stabbed it into the mud, and braced herself as she tried to pull her leg up. She grunted from the effort, as the pressure seemed to make her leg twenty pounds heavier. But after pulling and pulling (and nearly losing her balance a few times) her leg slowly started to rise. The mud kicked up, ruining whatever visibility she had. This was likely why she didn't see the quagsire clamped onto her leg until its head was out of the water.

Cori screamed and nearly fell backwards. The pokemon, content to hang onto her leg, practically swallowing her foot whole, didn't react. Yanking the branch from the water, she swung as hard as she could. It smacked the side of the quagsire's head, the rotten wood shattering on impact. A shock wave vibrated down the quagsire's body and its mouth opened. Without even a change in expression, it sank back to the bottom of the swamp, lazy bubbles floating up to the surface. There was a red mark around her leg where she'd been bitten that would no doubt morph into a bruise in an hour. Cori was frozen for a moment as she just looked from her leg to the water and back again.

"That's it! We're teleporting." She reached to her belt, where her pokeballs hung. She was done with this stupid route. If wild pokemon freaked out and decided to attack, then sure. Cori was ready to do some damage. Anything to get this job over with.