"I hope you found your clarity, for I've had a ton of things happen to me today that just had none of that. This seems clear enough for now, for once. We both seem to have a certain kind of liking to each other. Rather surprising given how short our 'relationship' has been, but at least it seems to be both-sided." She is kinda pretty when she blushes like that, Harol thought during his pause. Was his attraction to her entirely physical? He knew very little of her, and she was extremely distrusting. Was he grateful for her showing this kind of affection towards him, given how rare that must be from something like her? Yet he owed his life to her too, no doubt, and to some degree she owed hers to him. Had either of them done any worse back at the bridge, neither would probably be standing now.
Well, even if his feelings had him confused once more about something, by now it was hardly anything new, and simply joined the boiling pot of "What now?", and pressed Harol's mind more towards resorting to sleep. He would love to eat before that though. And yet another question popped up, this time one easier to answer: If Freya was ready to kiss him, could he actually touch her with something other than his lips? Of course, not anything extreme, but something simple like holding her hand. He wanted to try, and walked closer from the little table, reaching slowly for her hand with his left, unsure.
However that would end up, he still wanted to talk. He wanted to understand. And, above all, he wanted to know how she had actually gotten attracted to him after all the arguing they had had just last night. Perhaps she was not sure either? Harol certainly was a bunch of unsureness himself, given this romantic turn things had taken. As odd as it sounds for a noble, he only had very faint clues on how this whole romancing thing worked...
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7 yrs ago
And back I am. Exhausted, certainly, and may need a while for that to wear off, but I'm once more here to read and even write!
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7 yrs ago
Won't be replying for a while. Am hiking.
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7 yrs ago
My congratulations to the winners of TI9! Well played gentlemen, well played.
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7 yrs ago
Should have been writing posts. Took part in D&D shenaniganry instead. Got to fix that tomorrow.
7 yrs ago
There's a lot of backlog here on my end. I'm trying my best to lessen it, but replies might be less frequent for a time. A welcome change from the nothing doing I went through though! Thanks partners!
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I suppose it is about time for me to copypaste fill in some information about myself over here just as well. Only took me a few years to getting around to do it.
I am a married individual in my twenties from the country some people dare claim does not exist. The Finland conspiracy is an old joke, you can stop with it now. Not a native speaker of the English language by any means, though I did begin studying it exceptionally early for our country's standards. I suppose it was some sort of a test case. With that out of the way though, what more should I be saying here...
Thanks for stopping by I suppose! I do also have a Discord account, but I prefer to start anything RP related on the site. At least with people I don't know from the past, that is! But hey, now if you are a longer time contact of mine and happened to read this, now you know and can ask!
I am a married individual in my twenties from the country some people dare claim does not exist. The Finland conspiracy is an old joke, you can stop with it now. Not a native speaker of the English language by any means, though I did begin studying it exceptionally early for our country's standards. I suppose it was some sort of a test case. With that out of the way though, what more should I be saying here...
- I like being nice to people. If one needs to ask why, well that alone is reason enough.
- I play and Dungeon Master Dungeons and Dragons, both offline and in the past also over here.
- I enjoy OOC chatter, be it planning the RP or a more casual exchange (not that RP'ing is that serious). I can make do without, but don't be afraid to talk to me.
- Whatever the case, I'm here to have fun and hone my writing abilities!
Thanks for stopping by I suppose! I do also have a Discord account, but I prefer to start anything RP related on the site. At least with people I don't know from the past, that is! But hey, now if you are a longer time contact of mine and happened to read this, now you know and can ask!
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Harol was still waiting for his drink to arrive when Freya walked into the room. Apparently she had had enough of sitting on something as ridicoulous as the rooftop, which didn't surprise Harol whatsoever. He wouldn't have stayed in a place like that too long either. The risk of falling did account to that reluctance, and he saw that Freya might not consider that as much as he did. His thoughts of this sort were however coming to an abrupt end in a few moments...
Upset about what? Harol managed to think before Freya's lips had made their move. His first reaction beyond all else, was utter surprise which caused his right hand to suddenly release its grasp upon his staff, sending it crashing down to the floor. Harol didn't care, however. He was still trying to make sense of the situation? What was... Well, that much was clear. But why? Why? This didn't seem to bring up any results though, so soon enough he simply stopped trying, and decided to do more than just stand there: He responded in kind, softly pressing his lips back against hers. This tingling sensation all around his body... It was definately something new to him, as was actually kissing someone. However, the response seemed to come naturally. Finally one thing that seemed to have some clarity in it. Well, how it happened was another thing in the growing list of "what now?" Harol had been collecting all day, but in this moment, nothing of it mattered.
But all moments eventually come to an end, as did their kiss. Harol pulled back slowly, and realized he had at some point shut his eyes as they opened during this move. "Well," he started with his head curiously tilted to the side, "you can rest assured I am surprised more than anything else... Upset is something last on my mind right now. Just..." Harol flailed his arms a little by his sides, and his eyes met the ones of a servant by the door. "Oh."
He marched there and took the jug filled with water and the mug set next to it on a platter nodded in thanks, and asked the servant to close the door behind them. "Okay, if they saw that... Well, does it even matter... Not that it should", Harol resorted to muttering under his breath and poured himself a mug of water, and drank quick. He wanted to return to the subject at hand.
Upset about what? Harol managed to think before Freya's lips had made their move. His first reaction beyond all else, was utter surprise which caused his right hand to suddenly release its grasp upon his staff, sending it crashing down to the floor. Harol didn't care, however. He was still trying to make sense of the situation? What was... Well, that much was clear. But why? Why? This didn't seem to bring up any results though, so soon enough he simply stopped trying, and decided to do more than just stand there: He responded in kind, softly pressing his lips back against hers. This tingling sensation all around his body... It was definately something new to him, as was actually kissing someone. However, the response seemed to come naturally. Finally one thing that seemed to have some clarity in it. Well, how it happened was another thing in the growing list of "what now?" Harol had been collecting all day, but in this moment, nothing of it mattered.
But all moments eventually come to an end, as did their kiss. Harol pulled back slowly, and realized he had at some point shut his eyes as they opened during this move. "Well," he started with his head curiously tilted to the side, "you can rest assured I am surprised more than anything else... Upset is something last on my mind right now. Just..." Harol flailed his arms a little by his sides, and his eyes met the ones of a servant by the door. "Oh."
He marched there and took the jug filled with water and the mug set next to it on a platter nodded in thanks, and asked the servant to close the door behind them. "Okay, if they saw that... Well, does it even matter... Not that it should", Harol resorted to muttering under his breath and poured himself a mug of water, and drank quick. He wanted to return to the subject at hand.
Depends on the conditions around there. If I am able to find a steady supply of electricity, I might be able to post. Don't count on it though.
Today has been a very, very slow day in the whole happening thing. Calm before the storm I guess, going on a training 'mission' for about two weeks soon. I am glad I finally found the time to post though. I might be a little rusty, but it should be better than indefinite amounts of silence.
Harol simply nodded at Freya's answer about as absent mindedly. The exchange of words had not consisted of anything truly meaningful, much unlike what Freya did say next. Harol did not process her works thorougly before she had already left the room, so his answer happened to be an alarmingly calm and collected "Sure, I'll seek you out if needed". Only once he had left the room behind her and finished closing the doors, he realized what she had really said and done. On the roof? Really? Well, if it was what she'd do, Harol really wasn't going to argue about it. She was simply enjoying her just reward from their deal.
Harol waited to see if a servant would happen to walk by, but after a moment of literally nothing of the sort, he grew bored and decided to seek one out. He had been at the house before, but it had always been rather restricted, so he was not aware where these people had their kitchen, or any other sort of facility with something to drink. Thus, the ever so iconic clinking, tingling, jingling and jangling of his ring decorated staff reverbrated in the hallway as the warlock moved out.
In a few moments he indeed did come accross a servant, who promised to bring Harol something to drink. The promise was welcome, but now that he had been walking for a moment the fact that he had been on the road for quite some time was evident in the tired feeling within his muscles. Before the servant had even made it as far as round the next corner, Harol shouted "I'll be in my room!" and moved back to where he had came from. No matter how much he now desired to be able to process all the information he had learned during the day, his brain refused to do so, instead grinding on a standstill of nothing. Maybe having such relief from finally getting to safety and finding out about the shocking family tradition was just too much for a day. Maybe if he could just sleep past this all...
And apparently his brain was being extremely slow today, for Harol suddenly noticed he had been wondering this nothingness in front of the door to his room for some undefined amount of time. Quickly reaching for the keys, Harol entered the room before anyone could see him spacing out in the hallway, and left the door open for the servant to bring the drink. Maybe he should just sleep after that...
Harol waited to see if a servant would happen to walk by, but after a moment of literally nothing of the sort, he grew bored and decided to seek one out. He had been at the house before, but it had always been rather restricted, so he was not aware where these people had their kitchen, or any other sort of facility with something to drink. Thus, the ever so iconic clinking, tingling, jingling and jangling of his ring decorated staff reverbrated in the hallway as the warlock moved out.
In a few moments he indeed did come accross a servant, who promised to bring Harol something to drink. The promise was welcome, but now that he had been walking for a moment the fact that he had been on the road for quite some time was evident in the tired feeling within his muscles. Before the servant had even made it as far as round the next corner, Harol shouted "I'll be in my room!" and moved back to where he had came from. No matter how much he now desired to be able to process all the information he had learned during the day, his brain refused to do so, instead grinding on a standstill of nothing. Maybe having such relief from finally getting to safety and finding out about the shocking family tradition was just too much for a day. Maybe if he could just sleep past this all...
And apparently his brain was being extremely slow today, for Harol suddenly noticed he had been wondering this nothingness in front of the door to his room for some undefined amount of time. Quickly reaching for the keys, Harol entered the room before anyone could see him spacing out in the hallway, and left the door open for the servant to bring the drink. Maybe he should just sleep after that...
I bring unfortunate news.
You cannot have missed the fact that I am not able to post at an acceptable rate at all (at least that is how I feel about it) and the army has been quite harsh on my imagination as well. It is difficult trying to come up with more plot elements and meaningful storytelling when you are constantly being ordered around and you cannot have a quiet moment to think, with the exception being the weekend breaks. Unfortunately things are only going to take a turn for the worse: I have been 'accepted' onto the soldier driver course, so that means I will have to focus on studies when it comes to the big vehicles I will have to be eventually driving.
This all leads to a single action: I will have to put this RP on hold on my part for an indefinite amount of time. If you are okay with waiting, great, I will be back as soon as it is possible. But if this is just too much, the reasonable action to take would be to end the RP. I can assure I will have the time to post in less than a year, but that is about it. Nothing else is certain.
You cannot have missed the fact that I am not able to post at an acceptable rate at all (at least that is how I feel about it) and the army has been quite harsh on my imagination as well. It is difficult trying to come up with more plot elements and meaningful storytelling when you are constantly being ordered around and you cannot have a quiet moment to think, with the exception being the weekend breaks. Unfortunately things are only going to take a turn for the worse: I have been 'accepted' onto the soldier driver course, so that means I will have to focus on studies when it comes to the big vehicles I will have to be eventually driving.
This all leads to a single action: I will have to put this RP on hold on my part for an indefinite amount of time. If you are okay with waiting, great, I will be back as soon as it is possible. But if this is just too much, the reasonable action to take would be to end the RP. I can assure I will have the time to post in less than a year, but that is about it. Nothing else is certain.
I may have forgotten my phone charger at home...
Yeah, I did. Not enough battery life to post. I'll see if I cannot borrow one at the barracks...
Yeah, I did. Not enough battery life to post. I'll see if I cannot borrow one at the barracks...
I officially hate mobile.
I wrote five entire paragraphs. FIVE. And because this bloody thing cannot use plain text instead of images, I managed to paste over all I had written. Goodbye 3000+ words written with a keyboard I absolutely loathe.
Expect me to try again next weekend. Right now my motivation pretty much slumped. Also, please excuse my tantrum.
I wrote five entire paragraphs. FIVE. And because this bloody thing cannot use plain text instead of images, I managed to paste over all I had written. Goodbye 3000+ words written with a keyboard I absolutely loathe.
Expect me to try again next weekend. Right now my motivation pretty much slumped. Also, please excuse my tantrum.
Ha! Finally made it!
Freya's answer was nothing surprising. She did not seem to enjoy speaking much, and she had usually kept her business short. Harol glanced at the rogue from his now lower viewpoint, and noticed that her scar was much more pronounced when viewed from there. It was kind of funny she had that, now that Harol thought about it. After all, he had a rather distinctive mark himself. This had occured to him before, and Freya had mentioned it as well, but it was only now that he noticed that these features, his tattoo and her scar were both marks they'd carry to their graves. And marks that at least for now did their best to actually lead their carriers to said grave.
Harol turned his eyes back towards the ceiling and let out a brief chuckle. He was unsure whether he really should have done that, given how grim his realization had been, but for now he was safe enough to find it funny. It would eventually be seen how long exactly he would spend at house Clasz. The king would eventually find him, that was of no question. It was more of a matter of when and would he be able to fend off any waves of assassins that made it to the grounds.
Harol shook his head slightly and drove his thoughts away from the grim side for now. He had just made it here. He should give himself at least a day before starting to worry about things like this, with the addition of learning about 'Eldritchian battery' there to already give him more than enough headache. Harol pushed himself up from the bed, and immediately noticed something. Standing up and looking at the door, he muttered: "I am thirsty."
Harol turned his eyes back towards the ceiling and let out a brief chuckle. He was unsure whether he really should have done that, given how grim his realization had been, but for now he was safe enough to find it funny. It would eventually be seen how long exactly he would spend at house Clasz. The king would eventually find him, that was of no question. It was more of a matter of when and would he be able to fend off any waves of assassins that made it to the grounds.
Harol shook his head slightly and drove his thoughts away from the grim side for now. He had just made it here. He should give himself at least a day before starting to worry about things like this, with the addition of learning about 'Eldritchian battery' there to already give him more than enough headache. Harol pushed himself up from the bed, and immediately noticed something. Standing up and looking at the door, he muttered: "I am thirsty."
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