Well she's more like to acknowledge she's gonecrazy. She doesn't full believe it but there is doubt and suspicion and a good dash of fear but best be positive! It's all a dream!
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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Bio
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.
Most Recent Posts
@Life in Stasis I've been leaving it up to a dice to see if she would guess it. With a lack of sleep and surrounded by work... She was trying to put all the oddity to the back... But now...
Well, she can't look away any more. Poor Alice, down the rabbit hole for you. And remember, the rabbit has fangs.
Well, she can't look away any more. Poor Alice, down the rabbit hole for you. And remember, the rabbit has fangs.
As Sasha bound her hands, she bit back the anguish. She disliked this, and that was putting it mildly. It also put it mildly she was afraid. Oh, poor Alice was deathly terrified and this was really down the rabbit hole. A part of a dratted book that some friends kept quoting about her name. Though to be fair, it was a rather good book. It was all to do to not shake herself to smithereens, something she definitely knew she couldn't hide when he picked her up.
Though when he thrust his phone into her hand, she fumbled with it for a minute. Though spotting that Facebook profile she gave a scandalized hiss. "Why were you looking at this picture? I look horrible in that dress! I thought I deleted it!" Alice frowned at him as he slipped out the door. "Yes the dress was good, not for my body style though! And why were you in my Facebook page?!" Shaking her head before she could answer. "And if I cooperate that's two stones down for the both us. I get my work done that can be shipped out and my customers don't have to wait as long. You can get you're father back sooner. Win win." The timid smile was hardly reassuring as it shook slightly. But Alice stood firm. It would do her no good to be negative as she was already down the rabbit hole so to speak.
She was generally quiet as they walked towards the alley. Though the phone buzzed unhappily, as Alice's thumbs slid across the screen. Searching for beings that fell along the lines of invisible, abducting, very fast, very strong, door=breaking, and extraordinarily wealthy. Needless to say she was fully focused on this, her brows knitting together. Though as she paused to look up when they turned down the alley she shivered slightly and gave a slight squirm. "Wait wait wait!" Her pleas grew slightly frantic. "My coat! Your coat! My purse! Eek! My house keys!" She gave Sasha a pleading look. "No breaking another lock, please? Ms. Wigby will have a fit! Oh, dear... She'll have a right fit and send a rather nasty letter if that lock is broken!" The poor elderly woman who owned the building had replaced enough keys and locks that Alice had 'misplaced'. Her letters about the issue had become increasingly more pointed over the year she had lived there. For all reasons, Alice was sure the woman was about to toss her to the curb.
"I mean, I'm sure you're a very strong werewolf. But not my lock?" At least, she hoped he was a werewolf. She hadn't read much on her folklore recently, and- She flushed as she looked down the phone again. The search engine flashed with a answer for the question. Which demand to know the result of her search, and in quick order. "Vampire? Oh dear... I've been working too late for this." Which apparently to this site they were mortal enemies but that was okay because the vampire....
"I want to wake up." She moaned in defeat. "I need to stop working so late I pass out and have horribly odd dreams." Oh, she prayed with was a dream. If it was a dream, she could wake up and get back to her lovely clothes. Or a nightmare. Though if it was a nightmare there would be horrible wide stitches somewhere! There always was! It had driven her first roommate insane when Alice had woken up shouting about how to tie off a thread, after falling asleep at her mannequin. Unfortunately Alice's body was fully shaking in fright as she tried to convince herself it was all her imagination. As she was often imaginative as a tailor ought to be.
Though when he thrust his phone into her hand, she fumbled with it for a minute. Though spotting that Facebook profile she gave a scandalized hiss. "Why were you looking at this picture? I look horrible in that dress! I thought I deleted it!" Alice frowned at him as he slipped out the door. "Yes the dress was good, not for my body style though! And why were you in my Facebook page?!" Shaking her head before she could answer. "And if I cooperate that's two stones down for the both us. I get my work done that can be shipped out and my customers don't have to wait as long. You can get you're father back sooner. Win win." The timid smile was hardly reassuring as it shook slightly. But Alice stood firm. It would do her no good to be negative as she was already down the rabbit hole so to speak.
She was generally quiet as they walked towards the alley. Though the phone buzzed unhappily, as Alice's thumbs slid across the screen. Searching for beings that fell along the lines of invisible, abducting, very fast, very strong, door=breaking, and extraordinarily wealthy. Needless to say she was fully focused on this, her brows knitting together. Though as she paused to look up when they turned down the alley she shivered slightly and gave a slight squirm. "Wait wait wait!" Her pleas grew slightly frantic. "My coat! Your coat! My purse! Eek! My house keys!" She gave Sasha a pleading look. "No breaking another lock, please? Ms. Wigby will have a fit! Oh, dear... She'll have a right fit and send a rather nasty letter if that lock is broken!" The poor elderly woman who owned the building had replaced enough keys and locks that Alice had 'misplaced'. Her letters about the issue had become increasingly more pointed over the year she had lived there. For all reasons, Alice was sure the woman was about to toss her to the curb.
"I mean, I'm sure you're a very strong werewolf. But not my lock?" At least, she hoped he was a werewolf. She hadn't read much on her folklore recently, and- She flushed as she looked down the phone again. The search engine flashed with a answer for the question. Which demand to know the result of her search, and in quick order. "Vampire? Oh dear... I've been working too late for this." Which apparently to this site they were mortal enemies but that was okay because the vampire....
"I want to wake up." She moaned in defeat. "I need to stop working so late I pass out and have horribly odd dreams." Oh, she prayed with was a dream. If it was a dream, she could wake up and get back to her lovely clothes. Or a nightmare. Though if it was a nightmare there would be horrible wide stitches somewhere! There always was! It had driven her first roommate insane when Alice had woken up shouting about how to tie off a thread, after falling asleep at her mannequin. Unfortunately Alice's body was fully shaking in fright as she tried to convince herself it was all her imagination. As she was often imaginative as a tailor ought to be.
@FallenTrinity Don't forget to put him in the new CS code! I just fixed that problem. *Sweat drop*
@BlackPanther Yes PM them to me. When I have enough mortals I'll start it up.
"After all. Who watches where a mere mortal goes?"
You do.
"I do not. I have bigger problems that I'm married to."
Only legally..... I could change that.
HELP!!!!!
"After all. Who watches where a mere mortal goes?"
You do.
"I do not. I have bigger problems that I'm married to."
Only legally..... I could change that.
HELP!!!!!
@BlackPanther HIm being a left hand would work. Sorry I've been gone. (Work and the heat have been pulling me apart!
Also! We need more people!
Also! We need more people!
@BlackPantherwould be 100$)% ok
Good for you and I hope you don't mind my liberties!
There was another squeal as poor Alice was hedged over the bride's shoulder. Indignation was putting what she was feeling mildly. But as he spoke, that supposedly thick wall of hard headedness melted right quick enough. Sure, her father had been a right hard and awful man, but many others didn't share the sentiment of their own parents. It seemed this Sasha, whatever he was, was the same.
Green eyes looked at him curiously. Softened from their hardened fear and anger of the situation. But there was still that stubborn set of her chin and her furiously blazing cheeks. "You come in here, just my door. Oh, yes you had to have done it!" She chewed at her inner cheek a old habit she had when thinking. "You say I have to help you, and you aren't leaving me any choice." Oh yes he wasn't! No one left her any choice! They all had plans and lives for her to live, and Alice was quite sick of it.
"Well, I'll make it easy." Her own words took her by surprise, but not completely. She was a soft hearted woman and this smelled like a possible 'two birds, one stone' deal. Poor Sasha probably saw the gleam of her family that did dwell within the mischievous glint of her eyes. "You pay for the upstairs renovations and travel expenses. Plus any supplies I might need and I'll go with you without a fuss!" She glowered at her wrists, "Thought I am going to need to pack for myself and take a few projects I haven't finished with me. Which means I'll need to stop by my apartment and call a few people to get someone to watch the shop." Her frown deepened. "If I don't, I will make your life very hard."
Green eyes looked at him curiously. Softened from their hardened fear and anger of the situation. But there was still that stubborn set of her chin and her furiously blazing cheeks. "You come in here, just my door. Oh, yes you had to have done it!" She chewed at her inner cheek a old habit she had when thinking. "You say I have to help you, and you aren't leaving me any choice." Oh yes he wasn't! No one left her any choice! They all had plans and lives for her to live, and Alice was quite sick of it.
"Well, I'll make it easy." Her own words took her by surprise, but not completely. She was a soft hearted woman and this smelled like a possible 'two birds, one stone' deal. Poor Sasha probably saw the gleam of her family that did dwell within the mischievous glint of her eyes. "You pay for the upstairs renovations and travel expenses. Plus any supplies I might need and I'll go with you without a fuss!" She glowered at her wrists, "Thought I am going to need to pack for myself and take a few projects I haven't finished with me. Which means I'll need to stop by my apartment and call a few people to get someone to watch the shop." Her frown deepened. "If I don't, I will make your life very hard."
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