Kaalee

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances (IC) (Still Accepting)

@Krinos Solstice That's my usual method of distraction

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What do you think autohitting is?

So I feel like a lot of people have different understandings of autohitting so I'm trying to figure out what the most popular opinion.

I think that autohitting is attacking a character without the creator's permission.

But there are so many roleplay's where no autohitting is a rule but that still happens so I don't think that's what other people think it is.

What's your opinion?

Clash of the Cliques: Class Warfare

@Kalimah
Do you know what an autohit is? It's attacking a character without the creator's permission and I don't anyone actually understands that anymore.

Mobbing my character, really? In the school cafeteria which is declared neutral territory where the worst thing that happened was the food fight of two Friday's ago? That's such an autohit, I was just responding in kind.

Secondly, I don't know if you've been around a manicured hand with pointy nails but when they dig or scratch your skin, they hurt. Also, biting hurts. So against some teenagers who have a low pain tolerance, and are all trying to grab her at once so there's chaos.

And after they realized that they couldn't gag her(because she ripped the thing in half), wouldn't they stop when she threatens? They don't know she's bluffing. She came here because she Sang and a politicians daughter drown herself.

That's the thing about my character, is that she bluffs a lot, and she's really good at bluffing. Which she can, normally, but not in her human body(which is why I didn't mention it). The thing is, your character doesn't know that. Couldn't know that.

I can edit, add some prefects in to help remove the mob, because that was so not cool, but I'm keeping her hand around his throat. You attack me, I attack you. Simple enough.

Clash of the Cliques: Class Warfare

Scarlet groaned and started to thrash about, scratching and biting anyone who came near her. Since she was born to eat raw flesh, it wasn't that hard to break flesh and the blood reminded her of what she ate as a child. The first thing she did was rip the gag in half, glaring at them.
“You really think you can silence me?” She roared, trying to control herself. It would be so easy, too easy, to rip out the throats of the ones nearest her but instead she threatened them.
“If you touch me again, I will Sing, and you all will die. Do you understand me?” Scarlet asked, holding her hands up before she took the few steps it took to get to Steven, and dug her nails into his neck.

“I can introduce you to Danica Patrick, hell I'm sure I can entice her to let you drive her car while she sits on your lap. Or, I can rip out your goddamn throat and eat it for dessert. I haven't had raw flesh in awhile. I miss the taste.” Scarlet threatened, allowing only him to hear it over the music.

“Listen to me, no Song, no manipulation. I need you to fix something...trust me if I knew anyone else could do it, I'd let them. I don't think they can though so call off your lackey's and I can get you whatever you want. I mean how often are you going to a Prep say the words I need you?” Scarlet bargained, hedging her bets on stroking his ego and bribing him.

Clash of the Cliques: Class Warfare

Scarlet was only half listening to what the goblin girl was saying. Honestly, why did it matter anyways? When did the mortal realm become so...petty? Of course Scarlet's only interaction with humans was seducing them to their death but what can she say? A girl's gotta eat.

Instead Scarlet was watching the other groups out of a gap in the curtain. Eventually she got bored and stood up, walking out of their area. She was walking over to the punks area but she was stopped on the way here, by someone from the bully's clique grabbing her wrist. He was obviously slow and she was pretty, but she didn't want to put up with the games today.

“Let go of my wrist.” Scarlet said, in slow tones so he'd understand. He just looked up at her and she exhaled slowly before looking directly in his eye.

“Let go of my wrist.” She repeated but this time the words sounded different, like she was almost singing them. He blinked twice before slowly letting go of her wrist. She glared before continuing on, the sound of her heels clicking against the ground as she slowly approached the Steven Diggs.

She wasn't thrilled that she had to do this, since the greaser was obviously a major dick who thought down on the world and normally that didn't bother her. After all, she knew that in the real world, he'd make up her noon day meal. It's when she needed something from him that was the problem. Who asks their food for help?

If it wasn't her fish tank she'd contract out, test her luck with some second rate repair shop but it was her fish tank and she needed it fixed right. She knew that Steven Diggs can do it right and he could do it fast, if he was willing.

As she stared at Steven, she wondered if she looked like the precious Danica Patricks to him. It might make it easier if she did. Either way, she knew she looked like perfection to him so that should help.

“I need your help, can we talk...somewhere else?” She eyed the rest of the punks, trying not to curl her lip upwards in contempt.

West End (1950s London)

Sure? Why not?

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances (IC) (Still Accepting)

@LadyRunic Would you mind if we carry this over to PM's because I'm not really comprehending what you're saying, which is probably me because I'm just weird today, and that way we can figure it out without drawing out the Interest Check

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances (IC) (Still Accepting)

@LadyRunic There is no thing as a Taiga tree...it's a collection of trees including but not limited to elm, pine, poplar, and ash trees. Yes it's a colder climate, in some parts but in the lower parts, it can be warmer. Not to mention that it's my understanding that the courts weren't actually named in relation to temperature, but rather the connotations each bring.

The Taiga forest is a specific forest, spanning Russia and some of Northern Europe.

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances (IC) (Still Accepting)

@LadyRunic Wouldn't the forests belong to the Spring, Summer, and Fall Fae since there are no dryads in the court of the Winter Fae?