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LadyRunic
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STATUS: What lies in the hearts of the drae if not madness? - Ma'doc 6 yrs ago
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What lies in the hearts of the drae if not madness? - Ma'doc
6 yrs ago
Replies will be coming out in a few days. Been down sick.
6 yrs ago
"Fly you fools!"
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7 yrs ago
To everyone waiting on replies. They most likely will be out tomorrow or Saterday. I need to get a part for my computer!
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8 yrs ago
Sorry if replies are a bit slow. Dealing with a headache.
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Hello! I'm LadyRunic! But you knew that...
I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.
You can generally expect posts regularly once a week if not more.
I've RP'd for the better part of fourteen years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the understanding of what I expect of a partner in a one-on-one or a group. I'm also the sort who will speak up and point out something if it looks off or forms a problem to me. I spent most of a year once stuck in a Voice Chat Rp that was hell on Earth, so I'm straight forward when I need to say something. I expect this in return from my Rpers and DMs. I want to improve my writing and love constructive criticism.
I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.
You can generally expect posts regularly once a week if not more.
I've RP'd for the better part of fourteen years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the understanding of what I expect of a partner in a one-on-one or a group. I'm also the sort who will speak up and point out something if it looks off or forms a problem to me. I spent most of a year once stuck in a Voice Chat Rp that was hell on Earth, so I'm straight forward when I need to say something. I expect this in return from my Rpers and DMs. I want to improve my writing and love constructive criticism.
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This is why I do not post on my phone generally. Lol
"'Tis." Alice chirped happily as she leaned behind the counter to snatch up two sets of measuring tape. Steering her course through the halls of her trade, the little raven haired woman chuckled. "Odd though I've never lived there for longer than a month or so." It truly was so. While she spent some time there in her youth visiting her family and such the accent had come naturally and she had adapted to it. Though most of her accent was picked up from her father, who often spoke in it while mutter over his work. Furrowing her brow slightly at that thought she shook her head. He was a man driven by his work as was most her family. It was merely a shame they saw this as a waste of her potential. But it was a old argument and Alice reminded herself firmly she was making it without them.
Winding the spare measurement tape around the door hand to make a makeshift 'rope' latch. Turning herself about to the tall stranger she gave a shy smile. "Now shall we get to work." Her pale face gave a beckoning nod towards the small raised dais surrounded by mirrors. One arm holding the cloak, the other holding a pin cushion with thread. Placing the cushion on a small iron-wrought table she often used to hold her tools when fitting someone. Several boxes of pins already set upon it from her last client. She frowned slightly again. Something was off, and there were little jingling alarm bells in her head. Glancing out of the corner of her eye towards the man who she had just beckoned and noted with a slight twitch of her usually steady hands that he had no reflection. Not in any mirror about the shop, and as this was a tailor's shop... There were quite the number of mirrors!
Biting the inside of her cheek, she walked back to the counter. Taking the seconds to conform her facade of calm, even with her steps sounding too loud and too sharp even for her. Internally she was nibbling her mental nails to the quick. It would be best to get him out of the shop quick as possible, every instinct agreed on this. Then the best thing to do would be to get him done quickly, and send him on his way! She scooped up a piece of chalk from her quick kit behind the counter. Walking back she prayed he didn't notice her hands shake slightly. It could just be the lighting, or some weird wiring problem. Or something! Alice cut down on that train of thought, offering a shaky smile to the man. "If you could put on that coat for me?" There was no way, he didn't notice her voice shake. Alice thought, cursing herself for not taking the opportunity to fetch something from her safe, private work room.
Though, she thought again biting her lower lip. She did have her pins and needles and to hell if she didn't know how to poke someone to make them not want to come back. It would be horrible to botch the job, but perhaps that exactly what would need doing.
Winding the spare measurement tape around the door hand to make a makeshift 'rope' latch. Turning herself about to the tall stranger she gave a shy smile. "Now shall we get to work." Her pale face gave a beckoning nod towards the small raised dais surrounded by mirrors. One arm holding the cloak, the other holding a pin cushion with thread. Placing the cushion on a small iron-wrought table she often used to hold her tools when fitting someone. Several boxes of pins already set upon it from her last client. She frowned slightly again. Something was off, and there were little jingling alarm bells in her head. Glancing out of the corner of her eye towards the man who she had just beckoned and noted with a slight twitch of her usually steady hands that he had no reflection. Not in any mirror about the shop, and as this was a tailor's shop... There were quite the number of mirrors!
Biting the inside of her cheek, she walked back to the counter. Taking the seconds to conform her facade of calm, even with her steps sounding too loud and too sharp even for her. Internally she was nibbling her mental nails to the quick. It would be best to get him out of the shop quick as possible, every instinct agreed on this. Then the best thing to do would be to get him done quickly, and send him on his way! She scooped up a piece of chalk from her quick kit behind the counter. Walking back she prayed he didn't notice her hands shake slightly. It could just be the lighting, or some weird wiring problem. Or something! Alice cut down on that train of thought, offering a shaky smile to the man. "If you could put on that coat for me?" There was no way, he didn't notice her voice shake. Alice thought, cursing herself for not taking the opportunity to fetch something from her safe, private work room.
Though, she thought again biting her lower lip. She did have her pins and needles and to hell if she didn't know how to poke someone to make them not want to come back. It would be horrible to botch the job, but perhaps that exactly what would need doing.
Lo Ely. Post should be up soon
@Life in Stasis Would Alice be able to Sasha in mirrors or no?
@FallenTrinity Absolutely.
@BlackPanther Generally I'm doing as so the human players can pick of Seelie or Unseelie Court. You want to work for Yggdrasil or Falk. Generally humans aren't slaves. Their more of... indentured servants.
"We are not barbaric! How crude! Indentured Indefinitely is much nicer. "
"You mean your not barbaric. I do my duty."
"We are not barbaric! How crude! Indentured Indefinitely is much nicer. "
"You mean your not barbaric. I do my duty."
@BlackPanther Did a bit of a update on it. As for roles, basically whatever you could think of. Are you a Noble? A knight? A steward? A courtier? And more beside.
The raven haired woman gave the lock a alarmed look when she hear the loud KLANK. The door had been fine this morning! Her eyes narrowed suspiciously for a moment. But the man had tried to open it when it was closed, perhaps something in the old door had given it. It wouldn't have surprised Alice. Her little shop was old, it was just as well that it went now! Had it not, she probably wouldn't have noticed she admitted to herself. Giving a forlorn sigh at the predicament. Slipping by the tall man, she fiddled with the door handle for a second, before admitting to herself she'd have to buy a new lock.
Still shaking her head- and tempted to put it on Sasha's bill- Alice slipped into the shop. Flipping the little light switch right inside the door revealing a polished wooden floors and deep cream walls. Dark shelves held different tools of her art, all obviously for show. A small table and set of chairs was set behind the front window and it's show of several seasonal clothes. But the place was quiet save of the soft tick of an antique clock above of the counter at the back, and the sharp tap of Alice's hard shoes on the floor. The counter held a antique cash register, and a box of business cards. Each one proclaiming 'Timeless Tailors' was owned by one Alice Lynch and that their hours were everyday save Sunday running from eight a.m. to six thirty p.m.
"Now, will you be needing a fitting as well?" Green eyes peered over her shoulder as she shed the maroon cloak. Beneath she wore a simple, black and red dress that fell neatly to her just above her knees in the front and a little bit more behind. It was subtle compared to some of the dresses that were hanging in the room. But green eyes didn't remain on Sasha for long, before they were peering at the seam calculating exactly how to fix it under the better lighting.
Still shaking her head- and tempted to put it on Sasha's bill- Alice slipped into the shop. Flipping the little light switch right inside the door revealing a polished wooden floors and deep cream walls. Dark shelves held different tools of her art, all obviously for show. A small table and set of chairs was set behind the front window and it's show of several seasonal clothes. But the place was quiet save of the soft tick of an antique clock above of the counter at the back, and the sharp tap of Alice's hard shoes on the floor. The counter held a antique cash register, and a box of business cards. Each one proclaiming 'Timeless Tailors' was owned by one Alice Lynch and that their hours were everyday save Sunday running from eight a.m. to six thirty p.m.
"Now, will you be needing a fitting as well?" Green eyes peered over her shoulder as she shed the maroon cloak. Beneath she wore a simple, black and red dress that fell neatly to her just above her knees in the front and a little bit more behind. It was subtle compared to some of the dresses that were hanging in the room. But green eyes didn't remain on Sasha for long, before they were peering at the seam calculating exactly how to fix it under the better lighting.
@shylarah Well like I said, this Rp is going to focus more on Rpers being humans. But, good luck! :)
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