hoppiholla391

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So I take it gray text would be a bit of a no no? Oh damn....

@Darinthus

no, grey is fine! just as long as it's not too dark!

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@Diggerton yup, the blue is just fine! honestly if it's only me i can just select the text to read it, no biggie

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one teeny tiny request as we continue?

dark colors, dark red/blue/whatever, is harder to read against the dark grey RPG background. can everyone try and pick light/bright colors for their colored speech? for the sake of my eyes. pls ;-;

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team rutabaga: spook's new problem children

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

The table was on fire. Well, of course the table was on fire. It was just that kind of night.

Growling, Vanahara shot up from her crouch with her shoulder braced upwards, and the table went with her—the flames hadn't yet charred through to the underside. The heavy piece of furniture flipped, launching a few feet towards the mages and sending cutlery and tankards flying. Vana rolled with her forward momentum, planting a boot on the flaming edge of the now-upturned table and vaulting over it, trusting the treated leather to not be too badly damaged. She cleared the table and the momentary heat of the flames and didn't stop for any fancy moves—simply bodily tackled the ice mage back to the ground.

She wasn't interested in killing these people—disabling should be more than enough. She was about to do more than just pin the woman to the ground when out of the corner of her eye, she caught the flash of a black cloak—quickly disappearing out the door.

"Kaffas," Vana cursed, but the ice mage required all her attention—and running off on her own after a skilled Nightshade wasn't in her nature. She settled for shouting over her shoulder and calling the group's attention to the missing opponent. "Nightshade's getting away!"

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[BANGING POTS AND PANS TOGETHER] POPCOOOOORN. GETCHA POPCORN HEEEEERE

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aaaaand we are now taking bets on the Alexander vs. Literally Everyone Else on Team Rutabaga smackdown

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TEAM CARROT

Lily cocked her head as Theodore and Novas introduced themselves, trying not to size them up too obviously as they spoke. She shook Novas' hand easily enough, shifting her burdens to one arm to do so, only barely slowing her pace a few feet behind Spook. To Theodore she gave a nod; this one seemed a snappy dresser, at least. She wondered what he'd be able to do with a corset and garters. She glanced over to the young man who hadn't spoken yet with interest, but when he remained quiet, she spoke up.

"You can call me Lily," she introduced herself, sweeping into a low curtsey, although the effect was somewhat ruined by the lack of an actual skirt. She rolled with it, though. "By trade, I am..." In other circumstances, she would have introduced herself as she was, but she glanced down at Amelia and her mouth twisted to the side in momentary discomfort. "A florist," she finished, smoothing over the pause as best she could but with a warning look to hush anyone who might know otherwise—for now, at least. "As for the leader, I say we let the chips fall where they may when the time comes. For now, darlings, we're naught but walking companions."

Amelia's small hand closed around hers, and Lily smiled, hefting the cages she'd claimed as they set off down the track. She let the little girl pull her forward, the city of Enn quickly disappearing behind them as they passed through a copse of trees. There went the last traces of an old life, she thought. Her sister was out here somewhere in another city; her mother lost amongst the wilderness—but Lily was perfectly content to step into the unknown largely on her own. If anything, it would be exciting.
{@needlingAsklepios @Irisity @Bornlucky @j8cob)

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(@Irisity)
One person, at least, had no issue with waiting beside the gates for hours. Lily was quite used to waiting around for something (or someone, as it were) to happen. Anyways, she was in no rush—she had all her things lumped into a sack and stashed about her person, she was warm enough in her father's ill-fitting sheepskin jacket, and there were interesting people to look at. A guard captain, her favorite messenger girl—and Amelia. Lily frowned slightly, but resolved to keep an eye on her. The wilderness outside the city was no place for a little girl, or so everyone said; on the other hand, Lily was not 'everyone.'

Speaking of interesting people—their host, when he finally arrived, certainly fit that description. Lily, who had been leaning against the wall with her head back to try and catch a bit of sun, opened one eye to squint at him when he started to speak. Odd's bobs, but he sounded younger than her. At least he somewhat looked the part, with that strange mask and the sword at his hip. Lily had weapons of her own, but they were neither out in the open nor nearly as impressive as the blades and guns everyone in the group seemed to be toting.

When he split them up, she raised an eyebrow. "Carrot," she repeated, eyes narrowed but grinning playfully as she fluffed her hair out over her shoulders. "Is that an editorial comment, hm?" She glanced at her partymates, though, relieved that the urchin girl wasn't going to be sent into a group with complete strangers; to the three men, she gave a wink and a smile. No need to be unfriendly.

No one moved, for a moment; looks were exchanged, a few words of greeting spoken, the burly one worried after Amelia. When no one immediately stepped forward as the leader of their little group, Lily shrugged, and stepped forward to the cart. She took one of the larger birdcages under her arm, hooking a smaller one on her finger as she settled her sack across her back; the smallest cage, though, she grabbed as soon as she could, and held it out to Amelia with a smile.

"Here, bean," she said quietly. "If you are coming with us—look after this for me?" She hefted the large cage under her arm again with years of work to thank for what strength she had, and set off after the Spook, with one last long look back at the towering walls of Enn.

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But I dont like sweet tea...

@Crimson Raven

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