Fabricant451

Patching Up His Heart (MxM) [Closed]

Well that's just how art major parents raise their kids

Patching Up His Heart (MxM) [Closed]

Everyone gettin' all flustered by the BL and I'm here like "I don't think those drapes match the floor, who decorated that room"

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

Hider

Patching Up His Heart (MxM) [Closed]

Might work out. As of right now Nico wouldn't be like "Hey chill out, guys, you're both pretty" and instead like "I wonder what they're talking about because I'm a little snoop"

Patching Up His Heart (MxM) [Closed]

Is this the part where I come in and like get involved

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I'll have a good 'ol reply up if not tonight than the morn'.

For Queen and Country

Mariska Costas

Location: Faraday Heights; 28A
Interacting With: Mordred Hame (@Gisk), John Taylor (@Ghost Queen)

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The sound of sizzling meat was downright musical first thing in the morning, and the smell wasn't far behind either. It made Mariska grin as she took another sip of water, though the grin was obscured by the rim of her mug. It wouldn't do to smile wide so early, and without having even properly applied makeup. Fortunately, John and Mordred - wherever the latter was - were trustworthy enough to know the Mariska that didn't appear under the spotlight. "Well I imagine a wolf has trouble focusing or whatever when it comes time to do what comes naturally. Not saying it's easy, mind, but if Others can keep their lust, blood or otherwise, in check then this dead one ought to as well, yeah?" Mariska shrugged her shoulders at that; she was more concerned about the Unseelie and their protest than a dead wolf. One of those things could impact her. "Guess the love affair with the hairy kinds are over now that they're not glitter and glamour and beastly where it counts."

Upon being asked about her gig, Mariska nearly spilled water from her shocked gasp of a chuckle. Oh, how she could go on and on about it, but she knew enough courtesy not to simple drone about what was still a successful show...in the sense that she still wound up paid despite the very subtle and very classless heckling. "It went as well as you'd expect a show for a bunch of old sorts on the outs to go. I think they were just glad for the distraction, but I do miss a good night club. There at least I might have someone buying me a drink afterwards instead of asking me to move aside so they could watch the late news or whatever. But how was...uh...the shop? Any ridiculous requests that they'll regret?"

Mariska looked over towards John with expectant eyes just as the front door opened and the third member of the flat entered in appropriately timely and dramatic fashion. "Mornin', Mord. We was just talking about that. Thing is, though, some Others are to blame for this, right? Some Unseelie Fae protest in all their wisdom. But, mate, you might wanna slow...nevermind." Mariska was momentarily concerned about the speed in which Mordred drank his coffee, but shrugged it off after the fact. Some people were just excellent coffee drinkers. "Anyway, Mord, you doing alright? Bit late to be getting home. Or, I guess early depending. Late night?" Her water was almost gone again, but now her fingers were simply cradled around the mug for comfort.

-| Beastkin Academy |-

Nixie

Nixie was already quite annoyed by the blatant lack of respect from the tiny white bundle of fur but upon the arrival of a taller, seemingly intelligent if speech was any indication, brutish sort of thing. She might have been shorter, but she wasn't about to back down over such an empty, idle threat. Nixie's arms were crossed once more and her head was turned sharply at an upward angle, all but turning down her nose to the speaking boy. Behind her, the jellyfish that had served as her personal escort to the surface were hastily retreating back into the water; they knew better than to hang around when Nixie had her arms crossed.

"Is this your idea of a welcome? Unacceptable. You are absolutely FILTHY. Do all of your kind roll around in the dirt or are you just especially barbaric?" Nixie shook her head as she voiced her criticisms, making no effort to indulge in what was commonly known as tact. "Though I suppose you will do as a servant. You are already used to being in the dirt, after all."

Nixie's hair tentacles swayed not from the breeze but because she was nodding and smiling, a reflection of her own little idea. She placed her right hand, more her fingers really, in front of her mouth and let out a rather quick, rather grating laugh. "Ohohohohohoho, yes, you will do well enough. You...ground dweller, I demand you take me to this...Academy or whatever it is. A noble daughter of the Bloom Dynasty does not walk."

Nixie's demands seemed reasonable enough for her. It was a great honor, after all, to ferry a royal around.

"Your breakfast can wait, I am in a hurry. Chop chop." Nixie clapped her hands, as if that would spur the beastly figure into action where her words clearly weren't.

For Queen and Country

@Silent Observer Iced tea, apple cider, and lemon juice.

The Rebellion of Avenase (An original Final Fantasy RP) (Still Accepting!)

Cerylia

The sound of heels clacking against the ground echoed through the walls heavy and loud. These were footsteps with purpose, and was a telltale sign for recruits or simple guards to snap back to attention, lest the Ice Queen unleash hell with an onslaught of verbal beat downs, if they were so lucky. Cerylia Selwyn knew what they said about her, of course, but thought little of it. What did it matter what they called her out of earshot so long as they addressed her properly when in drills or in her presence; there was a reason her officer's stripes were so prominently displayed on her uniform. She earned that, not through sucking up or manipulations, but from effort and hard work, the same effort she has come to expect from any recruit looking to make a name for themselves in this army.

No one made it to the Elite without going through her, but the ones that survived the journey were all the stronger for it. And so, in turn, was the Imperium.

Today was an important day. It wasn't every day that fresh blood arrived and Cerylia liked to get an early appraisal of any and all new members of the army. Though she doubted it, there was always that chance that one or more of the wide eyed idealists would find themselves under her direct supervision. But even the ones that aimed for considerably lower positions would not be spared an introduction to the Ice Queen.

Cerylia entered the 86 Division barracks, slamming the door as she did so. The fresh arrivals scattered to stand at attention as soon as they saw the presence of the uniform and the narrowed brow; her reputation, it seemed, had preceded her. She didn't speak as she entered, her hands clasped tight behind her back, but her eyes were observing. Cerylia shook her head as she passed the first rookie, his uniform had a wrinkle. She scoffed as she passed the second, the boots were scuffed. By the time she reached the end of the first row she was absolutely scowling.

"Some of you seem to not understand where you are," she spoke, her voice harsh but proper in its inflections, "Some of you think that the uniform policy is optional. Some of you think that just because you're raw recruits that you get special treatment. Get any such thoughts out of your thickheaded skulls or so help me I will do so by force." Cerylia could hear the gulps of the panicked recruits wondering what they had truly gotten into. "Each one of you have five minutes to give me fifty military standard pushups. If one person does not keep up with the cadence, everyone will start over. If someone does not perform to standard, everyone will start over. If fifty is not achieved, then your punishment is laps around the quad. Do not even THINK of cheating. I will see it. Now...drop....start."

Cerylia continued to pace in the barracks, keeping an ever watchful eye on the recruits. "Too slow, start again." One recruit with his uniform untucked had lagged behind on the tenth one. "Too slow, start again." Another hadn't been able to push themselves back up. "No groaning. Start again."

Some might have argued her methods, but in Cerylia's mind it was simple. If she could do it, they should be expected to do it as well.