It's nice to actually play games with all my friends again.
ANYWAYS.
I was thinking of waiting for A since Angel has yet to respond to Sel'ar, but if people want I can go for a post.
Not that either of my characters are really holding anyone else's up, but I digress.
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Silver Fox said
Coolz :0
Actually if felt longer than it is.
I seem to be bad at actually judging length of text when posting.
IDK why...
Aeternus ll Nexus
Lantern Festival
Affected Players: Prince, Mystic, Silver Soldier
Vick's eyes were drawn from the ground up to the largest threat. Just as his head tilted up to catch a glimpse, the red haired man was already stretching out to find him when his jeer was cut short by a yowl. The small girl who seemed to know Prince had gotten a hold of his apparent weak spot. Vick watched as the pair stormed away, Prince making a scene on purpose and the girl lead him out.
Vick's arms lazed a bit. The one he had really been worried about had left, and that brought him at least the tinniest bit of comfort. Just when the blue haired boy was to ask of what he should do next, the newcomer commented on the little fiasco then slapped him on the back, causing him to almost yelp and for his face to return to it's brighter state, as it had dimmed only slightly when the Buccaneer had exited the scene.
Silver soldier went on to comment on how Vick could handle the situation he had with the cat man, the thought of him being the one to get touchy feely made him tighten up his guard again. "i don't think that-" Just when he tried to retort he saw the other mans face, obviously now int thought...
As if to give an out for Vick the familiar voice came from the side. Vick's eyes found the source, Prince all dolled up in a dress and makeup. The tone of his voice cursed VIck's ears and made him edge away a bit, despite the lengthy distance between him and the buccaneer.
"Uh..." He scrambled for any sensible thing to say. "...G-good job." He said quickly, before looking about mechanically and mumbling something about his turn. He then scurried off, trying not to avert his eyes to find a changing room.
After landing himself in a lonesome room he slumped back against the door, sliding down to a sitting position. Looking up into a mirror the boy sighed deeply and hung his head. "SO. CONFUSED."
After a lengthy time of nothing, and another of exiting his comfort zone, Vick found himself in costume. Standing now in front of the mirror Vick scanned over his new outfit. This was weird on so many levels.
His small build allowed for him to better fit the dress, it wasn't exactly form fitting so he didn't give the thought of using stuffing more then a milliseconds time. The long robe was fashioned in blue and gold, styled obviously after eastern tastes it had a large sash. Thankfully Vick had found sandals instead of heels, as they seemed to be the matching footwear with the dress (He was glad he wouldn't' have to be tripping all over the place). Taking the experience he had gained from helping a younger sister, and being forced to watch some programs with his mother, Vick had done a decent job of decorating his eyes. Extended lashes and blue coloring gave new character to him. One he wasn't so familiar with.
"...I feel like i'm actually...a little too good at this..." He murmured to himself. The last thing he had to do was...lipstick. Looking at the terrible thing he just couldn't cross that line. Taking up instead a small prop (a blue fold out fan) he decided he would cover the lower portion of his face with it when...presenting himself.
Another lengthy moment of gathering courage, and Vick took a deep breath. He slowly opened the door, and made his way outside...He looked to the floor and had his arms down in an "X" shape. His fist balled somewhat, an indicator of how off he felt.
HP ~ 65%
SP ~ 20
Level ~ 3
Inventory ~
Potion x 1
Gold x 103
Napkin X 1
Silver Fox said
Your turn :p
THIS IS BECOMING A REALLY LONG IC POST FOR SOME REASON.
HI.
Missy said
I sent you a Bio Mr.Fell and still have gotten no response. Is it out or is it in?
I believe the time he is online is a bit scare actually...
Silver Fox said
Pixie needs to hurry it up! *shakes*
I was browsing for an apt "sorry" gif of some kind, but
...Iv'e just been playing games cause I finally got a PC capable of doing so.
The Wanderer said
I broke my wrist today... XD but I have an AP language essay due monday, so its not a choice to avoid typing.I PROMISE A POST. Not right now though, gimme a few hours to ice.
I don't know how you broke your wrist but if it is worthy of a "XD" I will try not to worry.
Name: Bellaveire C. Velouche
Nicknames: Bell or Captain (Captain with a capital C by the way)
Age: 30 (Doesn't like talking about her age)
Gender: Female.
Appearance: Bellaveire stands at 6'2 and is a dark figure. This is so because of her naturally pale complexion (she burns easy) and her naturally dark hair. The raven threads fall from her head untied down to nearly her waist, though she prefers to keep it in one long ponytail. Her nose comes to a gentle upturn and her eyes are slender, cold, and yet at times, soft, usually a deep and dark shade of blue, yet shine with some innocence when they catch the sun. Her face is a gentle almond shape, and her lips are thin lines. Elegant could have been a way to describe her once, but now she bears many battle scars. Her left arm being absent is the most prominent sign of her previous toils, the scratch across her nose, the scar up her right cheek and the stitches around her shoulder are all also good reminders, she has been through a few things. Her build is strong, if she ere to wear a long sleeve shirt and pants she would look almost normal, but her remaining arm shows a toned strength, not one created to be massive through weight lifting, though more one hard created from constant use. She tends to wear a long black jacket, with a wide brimmed black hat. Matching night colored lipstick layers her mouth and yet more black under-shirt and jeans adorn her. Tall boots made for function not form cover her from toes to near her knees. If is more casual, expect more dark colors, usually sweaters of deep purple or shirts of grey.
Personality: Often Bell acts a bit cold, she naturally likes to cut out things she doesn't enjoy from conversations or situations, which includes people at times. Taking things seriously often and yet somehow with a spoon of sarcasm Bell is the sort to to be focused on defusing a bomb, and make a few annoyed jokes here and there. Competent and confident she doesn't think of many people as leaders, though she doesn't enjoy looking down on others, so at best most are likely an equal to her. She is a leader type person and often expects her to be the one having to take on the worst of a situation, thus she carries useless weight on her shoulders often.
Other: She tends to bite her lower lip when she is trying to hide something
Nicknames: Bell or Captain (Captain with a capital C by the way)
Age: 30 (Doesn't like talking about her age)
Gender: Female.
Appearance: Bellaveire stands at 6'2 and is a dark figure. This is so because of her naturally pale complexion (she burns easy) and her naturally dark hair. The raven threads fall from her head untied down to nearly her waist, though she prefers to keep it in one long ponytail. Her nose comes to a gentle upturn and her eyes are slender, cold, and yet at times, soft, usually a deep and dark shade of blue, yet shine with some innocence when they catch the sun. Her face is a gentle almond shape, and her lips are thin lines. Elegant could have been a way to describe her once, but now she bears many battle scars. Her left arm being absent is the most prominent sign of her previous toils, the scratch across her nose, the scar up her right cheek and the stitches around her shoulder are all also good reminders, she has been through a few things. Her build is strong, if she ere to wear a long sleeve shirt and pants she would look almost normal, but her remaining arm shows a toned strength, not one created to be massive through weight lifting, though more one hard created from constant use. She tends to wear a long black jacket, with a wide brimmed black hat. Matching night colored lipstick layers her mouth and yet more black under-shirt and jeans adorn her. Tall boots made for function not form cover her from toes to near her knees. If is more casual, expect more dark colors, usually sweaters of deep purple or shirts of grey.
Personality: Often Bell acts a bit cold, she naturally likes to cut out things she doesn't enjoy from conversations or situations, which includes people at times. Taking things seriously often and yet somehow with a spoon of sarcasm Bell is the sort to to be focused on defusing a bomb, and make a few annoyed jokes here and there. Competent and confident she doesn't think of many people as leaders, though she doesn't enjoy looking down on others, so at best most are likely an equal to her. She is a leader type person and often expects her to be the one having to take on the worst of a situation, thus she carries useless weight on her shoulders often.
Other: She tends to bite her lower lip when she is trying to hide something
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