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Huh. Dark but interesting.

I'll volunteer to be a bride, if someone else would be the noble. Or perhaps even a runaway one.

This has potential. I'm all ears/eyes on this. Something dark/gritty would be fun.
We haven't seen a post from the following in a week.

@Shadowcatcher Has a status update that mentions writers block.

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@Ciphra Posted in the OOC.


Ye. I'm just stuck waiting for a response from Saltwater. <.<;
In MtG a RP 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Teysa - The Chaotic Resurgent

Ensnaring a Goblin made the Dragoness smirk ever lightly, some things never changed. Those who were small oft held reverence for those above them, especially those of the green-skinned ilk. Fondly she could remember the days when similar folk would bring sacrifices to their Draconic Gods, and fondly could she remember how crunchy they were when she devoured them.

He quickly jabbered forth her location, with an appeasing expression upon his face as he spoke to her; and the Dragoness nodded softly. Understanding that though they were quick to act and hasty to rage, Goblins never were the sort to be intellectuals. The world view of this one would be small, with only the immediate locale being within his grasp, and perhaps the location of his respective tribe.

Rarely, and only rarely was there ever a Goblin with formidable intellect. They became chieftains, warlords and the like. As another Plainswalker came up and began inquiring questions that were far to grandiose for a Goblinkind to comprehend, the Dragoness simply shook her head.

"You have not any experience in dealing with Goblins, mortal. You will not receive the answer you desire here." She began apathetically, her voice still seemingly so resounding and formidable. "The answers you seek are better sought in places of wisdom and magic, not with a lone goblin scout out in the wood."

Her gaze then refocused back upon the little Scout, and from her kneeling position, the humanoid Dragoness slowly rose to a stand. Her slender, beautifully scaled hand reached out for the Goblin's and took it, helping him to a stand as well. Benevolent and warm as always, she spoke to him in his natural tongue.

"Now now, what is your name little one? Where is your Warlord or Chieftain? Take me to them."

In MtG a RP 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'm horrible at math. <.<;
In MtG a RP 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Teysa - Chaotic Resurgent

The tiny humanoid cowered before the Hellkite and Plainswalker alike, and Teysa observed its next actions intensely. Closer inspection revealed the mottled green skin, shorter stature, and pointed ears of a Goblin, and the Dragon smirked slightly. A casual show of the subtle arrogance that she possessed, but little else than that. First however, she would remove the monstrous dragon that had caused so much fear.

"Begone for now, little broodling. I will call upon you again soon, say hello to the others for me, won't you?"

Nobly, the wicked looking Hellkite sat proudly upon the earth, towering over all that stood before it as with a wave of her hand, the Dragoness dismissed him. Akin to the sands of time that she had pulled him through, the monstrous creature dissipated into dust and scattered into the air.

One of the beautifully colored Birds of Paradise however, landed upon an outstretched arm. It was a large aviary species, almost as tall as the rainbow colored tail it possessed was long. Smoothly, she strode towards the Goblin that cowered before her until the sudden self-righteous intervention came from her flank in the form of a child. Well, a child in comparison to the division of ages, this one was young, very young, and very disrespectful to the ancient one that stood before her.

Instead of giving her the time of day, the Dragon only offered an apathetic glance to the girl before finishing the matter at hand. Ignoring her completely. Sliding to sit on her knees before the goblin, a gentle, but overwhelmingly powerful fingertip gently extended forward to caress him beneath his chin. It was not cruel, or harsh, but it was gentle, reverberating with wondrous warmth.

Goblinspeak was a language she had learned eons ago, during an age where the scurrying little mountain dwellers had worshipped her and her ilk as Gods and Goddesses. The short, sharp, and almost gibberish sounding tongue reached his ears.

Behind her, the Cultist also spoke, but even then she still paid him little heed. Only a glance before she talked with the little terrified one.

"Now now, little one. Speak to me, I lend you my ears as a former Goddess amongst people of your kind. Where am I?"
I believe it is.

WHY ARE YOU USING UMBRIDGE AS A SIGNATURE.
In MtG a RP 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Teysa - Impudence

Passively, the Dragon watched onward as the tensions grew. It was rather remarkable to watch, the inherent conflict that seemed to rise with those of differing opinion. Even of those differences themselves seemed to inconsequential. Needless to say, she wasn't pleased when others summoned defenses and the like out of supposed good faith between one another. If one were in good faith, then defenses wouldn't need to exist in the first place, just like how she had not summoned a single minion in the myriad that had occurred.

Yet once one summoned birds that took to the heavens for the purpose of scouting their surroundings, the Dragon understood the wisdom of such. Like the other, she too summoned a quartet of birds, though these were far different than the other's. Within the splendor of their plumage, there was all the colors of the world as they took to the sky. Sweeping in the halves of the direction that the polarities of the other had not, their concise eyes searched the sky and ground alike.

Then she saw him, through the eyes of one bird she saw a lurking shadow. One who was stealthily doing their best to sneak away, yet once the feathered creature she controlled caught him with their avian eyes, they did not lose them.

"Grand." The dragon spoke softly, yet the presence of her voice seemed to reverberate through the air. Down to the very souls and bones of every plainswalker that stood nearby.

"Your squabbling has allowed someone to observe us and try to sneak away, mortals." She then uttered scathingly, as the skies above seemed to darken and rumble ominously with foreboding thunder. The crimson core of her eyes seemed alight with fire as she strode away from them, until they heard him long before they saw him.

"Come to me, my little broodling. You know your purpose."

Jagged lightning arced through the blackness of the clouds as the Dragon continued to walk towards the forest line where the man had fled. Behind her, from atop the mountains, massive talons shredded stone as a large blackened form plunged through the blackness of the thunderstorm clouds. With a savage, monstrous roar that caused the heavens and earth to shudder, a Hellkite with lightning seeming to crackle from it's wicked looking maw swept over the plainswalkers as it tore across the skies towards its objective.

Trees were collapsed and crushed as the monstrous Dragon landed upon the ground, causing it to shudder as it came to stand intimidatingly before Grud. A roar that caused even more trees to snap and shatter as lightning arced through them and across the ground in front of the peculiar man who had tried to steal away undetected.

Not long after the creature landed, he would hear a voice behind him. Grand, powerful, and magnificent all the same. A voice that belied a much larger and terrifying form as she calmly spoke to him.

"What brings you here, mortal? Why do you trouble me with your meager presence?"

O_o

Long post is long. Took forever to read. =_=
Kotori - An Invisible Songbird

Patiently perhaps even with a touch of lighthearted hope, the little Songbird settled her own box of lunch upon her lap as she waited for the Iron Giant to arrive. It was almost exhilarating to think that for the first time in her life, she might actually have a friend. For the longest time, it was a thought that she always cast a shadow of doubt upon. After all, if her own mother had feared and despised her enough that she would abandon her in shame, how could anyone else in the world be different?

Just maybe, Sasaki was different. Someone who was free of those heartless prejudices, despite of how hardened his exterior seemed to be.

Her memory of the last events surrounding the conflict in were fuzzy to say the least. The last memory of which was being carried by someone to the infirmary, she didn't even know who had been so kind as to pick up her pathetic little ghostly self; but what she did know was that she felt safe and warm. A muffled voice that was intangible to her as much as a spirit would be spoke a few words, but in her bleary and exhausted state she couldn't recognize it.

It was probably just a member of Judgement arriving and rescuing her to take her to the school's infirmary. She had been there before, and this time certainly wouldn't be the last.

Instead, she let her addled mind and soul rest. The softened onyx texture of her silky hair coming to rest lightly on their shoulder. The only softened words she was weakly able to whisper were a simple note of gratitude: "Thank you."

One day she would have to find that person, whomever they were, and thank them.

Nearby, another girl she recognized she did not know began playing a song on her violin. It was melancholy but beautiful, being picturesque during the midst of a springtime morning. And the little Songbird closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the wooden bench. A soft, small, but warm smile rose on Kotori's lips as she listened. As each note was purposeful as it were delicate, her head tilted slowly back so that she might look skyward. The softened pink of blossoms against the brilliance of the sapphire sky were truly a beauty to observe while time simply crawled by.

A sudden interruption occurred however in the form of the girl who was so terribly violent to her coming in to approach the Telekinetic. First came a begrudging apology, to which Kotori remained impassively silent. This girl didn't mean a word of it, she could tell, the Songbird wasn't a complete imbecile when it came to social interaction. Next however came something that made Kotori swallow a lump in her throat as the girl seized and promptly devoured the meal she had carefully prepared for the Iron Giant. So stunned was she by the audacity, the quiet girl remained absolutely and breathlessly silent as Sunye insidiously continued onward.

The venom from the words crept into her heart swiftly, like a traitor's dagger carefully placed into the back of a tyrannical king or queen. To her very core, the little Songbird let the bitter shards of the sister's icy word pervade her mind. Was she really just a hindrance as Sasaki's friend? Did she really cause him distress and trouble so cruelly like a the spinsters do unto unaware protagonists like the one she had been reading the night before? Venom crept upward and infected her mind, convincing her that every word of this tormenting, cold hearted girl stated was true.

Once again just like her mother before, the little Songbird had become another burden.

Even against the vice-like grip of Sunye though, she stood.

A week ago, she had made a promise. But thanks to being imprisoned with in the infirmary's cage, she hadn't been able to deliver to it. Now, this girl sought to stop her once again. In spite of the stabbing pain in her chest, the Kotori clutched onto her own untouched bento box of food, and she walked away. Refusing to answer her last particularly devilish question as she knew the answer, and how no matter what she said, Sunye would likely not believe her; Kotori spotted Sasaki as he walked out to talk to Aria. Her footsteps hastened, she wanted to run and escape this misery that hung so gravely over her mind, but to even attempt such would be in vain.

Instead, as tears began to stream down her cheeks and she was forced to bite her bottom lip to stop its tremble, Kotori approached Sasaki and Aria.

"P-P-Please forgive m-my interruption. Y-your music is t-t-truly lovely." She stammered to begin with, feeling hopelessly weak as always. "K-Kirima-san, I-I-I..." Her head dipped then, attempting to disguise the heartrending state she was in. Because of her, he was suffering misfortune, because of her and her foolishness, his life was more troubled than how it had began. "I-I brought y-your b-b-breakfast. As p-promised. Here. T-take it." Gently, she forced what would've been her own breakfast into his hands as she finished her presence there with a final statement.

"I-I'm so s-s-sorry for causing you such t-trouble. Su-Sunye-ch-chan told me."

"Goodbye."

Turning away then, she made haste away from the Violinist and the Iron Giant. Aiming of course to disappear into the crowds of fellow students, so that she wouldn't be seen ever again.
BlazBlue, Guilty Gear, same thing.
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