HEY GUYYYYSSSS
IT'S FRIDAY!!!
ALL OF YOUR POSTS OMG <3 I can't even, there aren't words
lmfao @ Aria's chasing of THawk and summoning a dress illusion
ohnoes @ Amy and Syed, Dylan and Lucien, but lols @ Moira's reaction
BABY!!!
You guys make this too fun, I swear!
I hope everyone has a fun weekend! Don't forget guys, first 3 eps of Avatar by Mondays! >:D
Have fun with your study group, Tae! I know exactly what you mean @ conference room, and how nice it is to work in an atmosphere like that. It's really relaxing. XD
Good luck with your essay and speech exam, Rex! You'll kick ass, I know <3
Fox dat song! <3
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Heya Tae! Yay for sleeping ins :D I hope you have a great day, and everyone else too! <3
Awesome post, Fox! <3 Lucien and Xan, oh Xan XD I forsee a metal fist smacking both THawk and Aria in the near future ;D
And Dylan/Lucien. What... what more can be said?!
And Dylan/Lucien. What... what more can be said?!
“Your muscles… are so tight, Master Thunderhawk.”
“I know. I work hard, that’s why.”
“You need to relax more… ease all of the tension, Master Thunderhawk…”
“I know…”
Thunderhawk leaned back into the plush leather sofa, his body sinking as the warm, soft delicate hands of the three women surrounding him continued to work their magic. A blonde in stunning red silk lingerie tended to his feet, working her thumbs, fingers and palms around his calfs and heels, gently caressing each of his toes in turn. Another beautiful woman beyond belief, with black hair and garbed in a loose fitting, pristine white robe that left little to the imagination caressed and massaged his shoulders, firmly pressing her fingertips across his shoulder blades, slowly kneading and working out all the knots and pent-up stress that the ranger had obtained. Ahh… this… this was the life…
“Would you like any more, Master Thunderhawk…?” Another gentle, soothing voice asking, belonging to a third woman, clad in nothing more then black underwear with an elegant fluffy scarf trailing across her body, covering and obscuring all the details just so. She poured more beer into his glass.
“No… no I’m good…” Thunderhawk replied.
“Not even… a kiss…? ♥” The woman leaned in low, pulling at her scarf and wrapping it around his neck, pulling him in closer… and closer… and closer…
HRK!!
"OH MY GODS WHAT THE FUCK CHIRPS"
Los Paraisos: Streets: Alleyway
Thunderhawk was rudely tugged out of his pleasant reverie by something so soft snared around his neck and choking the ever living daylights out of him. His head popped out of the haybarrel first, his eyes bulging in fright and his mouth screeching as Aria gave another tug on her scarf, tightening the noose, before relenting once she saw the damage she was committing. She didn’t want to ruin her scarf.
“WHAT THE FUCK CHIRPS???”
Thunderhawk gagged and spluttered as the strangling hold tightened, and his body slowly returned to its senses. The sense of pain, grogginess… blurry vision, slowed reaction, incoherency and memory loss… he knew this sensation all too well. A sensation that he once actually embraced, but now… now he was brought to an all consuming panic.
No. No, no, no! He… had a hangover, didn’t he? Gods no, no, no! And this… this was one of the worst ones he could possibly imagine! His skull felt like it was splitting. No! No this wasn’t right! It wasn’t right!!
And then his eyes centered on Aria, and what she was wearing. She was wearing HIS clothes. His clothes? Why on Ddaear was she wearing his clothes? What the hell had happened last night that would have made her want to wear his-
Wait. Wait wait wait please no, don’t tell him they had…!
Aria was a fine woman. Beautiful, in all respects, a gorgeous looker with a body Thunderhawk was sure to die for. He, and many other men would kill to be with her, and so the thought of spending an evening with her… it wasn’t a bad one, even despite Aria’s less then award winning personality. But… that was the confusion and confliction arose. He should have been happier. Snarky and smug even. But he wasn’t, and the fact that he wasn’t also contributed to his mental aguish, because he couldn’t believe that… that his hopes and efforts the last few months were actually genuine. Hopes and efforts that had now been shattered into pieces.
Since leaving the Pride, Thunderhawk had tried to change. To become a better man, after much self-reflection and the aid of Tiberius. His goal was to go sober and to leave women alone. And one night – LAST night – that all fell apart.
But… but whilst the hangover from hell was true, it didn’t mean that the other part happened. She was wearing his clothes and was in his dreams but… but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Especially if he was still wearing his suit.
His body lurched forwards, stumbling out of the haybarrel and landing hard onto the floor. He quickly stood up again, noticing first Aria’s reddened face, before looking down at his body.
He wasn’t wearing his suit.
He wasn’t even wearing her clothes, the next best hopeful thing.
He was wearing absolutely nothing but her scarf around his neck.
Thunderhawk screamed, running as far and fast away from the demoness who had ruined him, his body becoming a flashing streak with her fluffy feathers trailing behind him.
Los Paraisos: Pellagio: Room ???
Don almost fell backwards and cracked his head on the sink, stumbling back in such surprise once a groggy voice emerged from his right in the bathtub. His eyes bulged wide and his sight shook from Selan to the distant mirror hanging above, back to Selan again. He… he didn’t know what to do!
The first thing that came to Don’s mind, that urged his body to move into action, was to make sure that Selan was okay. For whatever reason, she had been sleeping in the bathtub and had just banged her head against the faucet… two things that should not be happening. She looked like an absolute wreck- her dress and makeup besmirched and in tatters. He wanted to rush over and comfort her, ask her if she was okay and do everything he could to help.
But… he had a problem. He had a big, big problem. And… and he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t let Selan see him like this. He just… he couldn’t.
And then a stroke of genius flashed through his brain. His hand snagged two of the nearest towels, and he wrapped one up around his head. As he jumped back to his feet, and inspected himself in the mirror, he nodded with satisfaction. Selan shouldn’t have been able to see anything. And with the other towel… he draped it around Selan’s arms and shoulders as he lifted her up, up out of the bathtub.
“Selan… are you… are you okay?” Don asked, pain striking his face at the thought that something bad might have happened. What… what had happened last night?
He guided her out of the bathroom, and into the hotel room’s plush living room. Easier said then done considering how groggy his own body felt, but he knew he had to get her out of there and onto somewhere softer to sit. The sofa here, or even one of the beds would have worked.
But they only made it halfway through the ravaged, torn up room before they were stopped in their tracks by an unexpected sound.
Don slowly turned his head towards it, his eyes growing wider, and wider, his mouth dropping lower, and lower.
No. No, no, no, no, nononononononononononononononononononononono
This couldn’t be real? Could it? This was a dream still. It had to be a dream. Because if it wasn’t…
“I know. I work hard, that’s why.”
“You need to relax more… ease all of the tension, Master Thunderhawk…”
“I know…”
Thunderhawk leaned back into the plush leather sofa, his body sinking as the warm, soft delicate hands of the three women surrounding him continued to work their magic. A blonde in stunning red silk lingerie tended to his feet, working her thumbs, fingers and palms around his calfs and heels, gently caressing each of his toes in turn. Another beautiful woman beyond belief, with black hair and garbed in a loose fitting, pristine white robe that left little to the imagination caressed and massaged his shoulders, firmly pressing her fingertips across his shoulder blades, slowly kneading and working out all the knots and pent-up stress that the ranger had obtained. Ahh… this… this was the life…
“Would you like any more, Master Thunderhawk…?” Another gentle, soothing voice asking, belonging to a third woman, clad in nothing more then black underwear with an elegant fluffy scarf trailing across her body, covering and obscuring all the details just so. She poured more beer into his glass.
“No… no I’m good…” Thunderhawk replied.
“Not even… a kiss…? ♥” The woman leaned in low, pulling at her scarf and wrapping it around his neck, pulling him in closer… and closer… and closer…
HRK!!
"OH MY GODS WHAT THE FUCK CHIRPS"
Los Paraisos: Streets: Alleyway
Thunderhawk was rudely tugged out of his pleasant reverie by something so soft snared around his neck and choking the ever living daylights out of him. His head popped out of the haybarrel first, his eyes bulging in fright and his mouth screeching as Aria gave another tug on her scarf, tightening the noose, before relenting once she saw the damage she was committing. She didn’t want to ruin her scarf.
“WHAT THE FUCK CHIRPS???”
Thunderhawk gagged and spluttered as the strangling hold tightened, and his body slowly returned to its senses. The sense of pain, grogginess… blurry vision, slowed reaction, incoherency and memory loss… he knew this sensation all too well. A sensation that he once actually embraced, but now… now he was brought to an all consuming panic.
No. No, no, no! He… had a hangover, didn’t he? Gods no, no, no! And this… this was one of the worst ones he could possibly imagine! His skull felt like it was splitting. No! No this wasn’t right! It wasn’t right!!
And then his eyes centered on Aria, and what she was wearing. She was wearing HIS clothes. His clothes? Why on Ddaear was she wearing his clothes? What the hell had happened last night that would have made her want to wear his-
Wait. Wait wait wait please no, don’t tell him they had…!
Aria was a fine woman. Beautiful, in all respects, a gorgeous looker with a body Thunderhawk was sure to die for. He, and many other men would kill to be with her, and so the thought of spending an evening with her… it wasn’t a bad one, even despite Aria’s less then award winning personality. But… that was the confusion and confliction arose. He should have been happier. Snarky and smug even. But he wasn’t, and the fact that he wasn’t also contributed to his mental aguish, because he couldn’t believe that… that his hopes and efforts the last few months were actually genuine. Hopes and efforts that had now been shattered into pieces.
Since leaving the Pride, Thunderhawk had tried to change. To become a better man, after much self-reflection and the aid of Tiberius. His goal was to go sober and to leave women alone. And one night – LAST night – that all fell apart.
But… but whilst the hangover from hell was true, it didn’t mean that the other part happened. She was wearing his clothes and was in his dreams but… but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Especially if he was still wearing his suit.
His body lurched forwards, stumbling out of the haybarrel and landing hard onto the floor. He quickly stood up again, noticing first Aria’s reddened face, before looking down at his body.
He wasn’t wearing his suit.
He wasn’t even wearing her clothes, the next best hopeful thing.
He was wearing absolutely nothing but her scarf around his neck.
Thunderhawk screamed, running as far and fast away from the demoness who had ruined him, his body becoming a flashing streak with her fluffy feathers trailing behind him.
Los Paraisos: Pellagio: Room ???
Don almost fell backwards and cracked his head on the sink, stumbling back in such surprise once a groggy voice emerged from his right in the bathtub. His eyes bulged wide and his sight shook from Selan to the distant mirror hanging above, back to Selan again. He… he didn’t know what to do!
The first thing that came to Don’s mind, that urged his body to move into action, was to make sure that Selan was okay. For whatever reason, she had been sleeping in the bathtub and had just banged her head against the faucet… two things that should not be happening. She looked like an absolute wreck- her dress and makeup besmirched and in tatters. He wanted to rush over and comfort her, ask her if she was okay and do everything he could to help.
But… he had a problem. He had a big, big problem. And… and he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t let Selan see him like this. He just… he couldn’t.
And then a stroke of genius flashed through his brain. His hand snagged two of the nearest towels, and he wrapped one up around his head. As he jumped back to his feet, and inspected himself in the mirror, he nodded with satisfaction. Selan shouldn’t have been able to see anything. And with the other towel… he draped it around Selan’s arms and shoulders as he lifted her up, up out of the bathtub.
“Selan… are you… are you okay?” Don asked, pain striking his face at the thought that something bad might have happened. What… what had happened last night?
He guided her out of the bathroom, and into the hotel room’s plush living room. Easier said then done considering how groggy his own body felt, but he knew he had to get her out of there and onto somewhere softer to sit. The sofa here, or even one of the beds would have worked.
But they only made it halfway through the ravaged, torn up room before they were stopped in their tracks by an unexpected sound.
Don slowly turned his head towards it, his eyes growing wider, and wider, his mouth dropping lower, and lower.
No. No, no, no, no, nononononononononononononononononononononono
This couldn’t be real? Could it? This was a dream still. It had to be a dream. Because if it wasn’t…
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When you make a roleplay do you like making several characters or just one?
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Roleplaying Discussion
I tend to use a hell of a lot of characters in my rp.
So far I have what I'd consider three main characters in my rp, but I can also have on a per chapter basis many more then that as both mains and as villains, not to mention npcs. In one chapter I think I was running about 12 characters simultaneously.
So far I have what I'd consider three main characters in my rp, but I can also have on a per chapter basis many more then that as both mains and as villains, not to mention npcs. In one chapter I think I was running about 12 characters simultaneously.
Oh, what I meant by my post is that I wouldn't want the story in the IC and the chapter's conclusion and the pacing rushed just for the sake of allowing me (and Anon) to enter. :) I very much agree with the posting rule/guidelines stuff. I don't really have any grounds to say anything considering I'm new and haven't posted in the IC yet, but speaking as a GM in another rp- consistency is very, very important, and I think Fox's posting requirements are extremely fair and manageable. It makes her and all of her co-gms job (and the rest of the players' as well) job a lot easier. Once every 3 days is really good, whilst once a week would drive any rp to a slow crawl. :S
Best of luck with your homework, Fox!
AND YUSSS FOUR NO ONE CAN DENY THE AWESOME OF BABYMETAL
How is everyone else doing? I hope you guys are having a fantastic day!!
Best of luck with your homework, Fox!
AND YUSSS FOUR NO ONE CAN DENY THE AWESOME OF BABYMETAL
How is everyone else doing? I hope you guys are having a fantastic day!!
Poor Amy? Poor Syed. That man is dead.
Bravo, everyone. All of your posts have been absolutely amazing and I can tell how much fun you guys all had writing them 8D Lisette stuck under Moira, lols. Syed and Amy having... |D... Give a warm round of applause, everyone!
Dylan and Lucien possibly having...?
Aria and Thunderhawk MOST DEFINITELY having...? |D
I'm dying from Aria wearing his outfit, lmfao
And Selan and Don shenanigans <3 I have responses in mind already for what to do with Don and Thunderhawk, and I think and hope you guys will enjoy. :D But I'll let Fox post first!
Hope everyone's having a fantastic day. You guys have made mine <3
ALSO GUYS I TOTALLY KNOW WHERE KAPI IS
Bravo, everyone. All of your posts have been absolutely amazing and I can tell how much fun you guys all had writing them 8D Lisette stuck under Moira, lols. Syed and Amy having... |D... Give a warm round of applause, everyone!
Dylan and Lucien possibly having...?
Aria and Thunderhawk MOST DEFINITELY having...? |D
I'm dying from Aria wearing his outfit, lmfaoAnd Selan and Don shenanigans <3 I have responses in mind already for what to do with Don and Thunderhawk, and I think and hope you guys will enjoy. :D But I'll let Fox post first!
Hope everyone's having a fantastic day. You guys have made mine <3
ALSO GUYS I TOTALLY KNOW WHERE KAPI IS
Danniiiiiiii! Feel better!!!! ;A; ;A; ;A; *tacklehugs* FEEL BETTAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH
Post is up, guys! You all know what to do 8D Feel free to have your characters do whatever you want them to :3c Go wild~
Post is up, guys! You all know what to do 8D Feel free to have your characters do whatever you want them to :3c Go wild~
Los Paraisos: Hell's Kitchen Restaurant
The night’s plans had been made and settled, to the unease of some of the Guilders, but with little other alternative left to them, it was all they had to go on. The discussion after dinner would turn towards which nightclubs were to be targeted, as well as the preparation by everyone in actually tackling it. As Josette said… ‘time to party’!
But before then, there was still the matter of dinner, and Guilders couldn’t be expected to work on such a taxing duty as one that could last all night long on an empty stomach. No sooner had the appetizers and starters been devoured then the main courses came along, and what a conclave of meals it was! There was everything from steak to lasagne and risotto, gnocchi, curries, calamari and seafood pastas, pork chops and beefburgers with fries. A veritable feast, one enjoyed by all of the Pride!
And even mirth and happiness sprung forth from the table once they witnessed Moira stand up to give the head chef a hug and reveal that the loud man was, actually, Moira’s brother, something that in retrospect… wasn’t really surprising. This resort seemed to be made for family reunions if Don and Josette (plus all of their many, many bros) was also something to go by.
“What is that?” Gordon asked after letting Moira go. His finger pointed at the table. “What the fuck is that?”
Everyone’s eyes followed the trail that led to the ice cream cone crowned lasagne in front of Trixie. Nobody knew what to make of it.
“What… what the fuck is that? Is that a fucking ice cream cone?”
All eyes looked to Trixie and Amy. How on Ddaear did that get there?
Gordon turned, his eyes locked on the kitchen, his face positively livid. “Who the fuck cooked… no, wait. YOU! YOU! DONKEY FUCKER!”
Gordon stormed across the restaurant, booting the door to swing open with his foot as he passed into the kitchen, kicking another bin full of trash to sail across the cooking floor. “CRISPIN YOU USELESS FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING STICKING FUCKING ICE CREAM CONES IN FUCKING MEALS?”
“Huh?” Crispin’s bewildered eyes blinked back in confusion.
“I don’t know why I fucking put up with you! YOU’RE OUT! FUCK OFF!”
“Ah, nuts...”
“Don’t worry, bros, he’ll be back tomorrow,” Cid explained as he returned to the table with another tray of drinks, sliding each of them to each diner with his trademark skill and precision. Whether it be wine, soda or just plain water, each member was well acquainted for in their beverage. “The Head Chef does this all the time, but Crispin will be back tomorrow. So will the other chefs.”
“To us!!” Don screeched, thrusting his glass high above the table, encouraging a toast from everyone. “To… to friends! And family! And to us rescuing all those missing women tonight!”
“And to clubbing!” Josette’s glass clinked afterwards.
Many of the others raised their glasses in cheerful unison, first by Lucien, Trixie and Aria, and then, slowly the others. The mood at first felt uneasy, but laughter soon picked up, and joy was had by all around the table… even Thunderhawk, loathe as he might be to admit it.
Don was right. They were going to find those women tonight… and they were going to rescue them.
No matter what.
What… what had happened?
He awoke to pain. Blinding, blinding pain, scorching his entire body, enveloping his head and face. Breathing… even blinking felt like sheer agony. His body was heavy… and pain. Nonstop. Pain.
But even then, he had to get up. His hands pushed his unsteady body up, slowly but surely, stumbling briefly and almost falling over until his hands gripped the cool metal of a balcony railing. He was able to use it to stand himself up, and then, after a moment of acclimatising, felt right enough to walk. But even then… even then his head hurt.
He turned, stumbling through the open door, its drapes billowing outside through it towards him, and stepping forwards inside. Entering the room, his feet narrowly missed shards of scattered sharp glass littering the floor. If he was in his right state of mind he would be able to stop and properly take in the scene before him. He would notice that the room, one of the Pellagio’s lush, ritzy hotel rooms, was torn to tatters as if a hurricane had swept through. Furniture was upturned and ripped to shreds, coffee tables and mirrors both destroyed in half and smashed entirely. If he was in his right state of mind, he would have noticed all of this, including the squawking creature that scurried underfoot to hide in another room.
If he was in the right state of mind, he would have noticed that most importantly of all, this was not his room.
But he wasn’t. Instead, he pushed forwards, groggily walking and groaning like a dishevelled living corpse and through an open door to the bathroom, making a beeline straight to the sink.
He turned the tap, and cool water came rushing forth. Toothpaste was squeezed out of a tube, missing the brush and landing in a plop on the floor, the man beginning to brush his cheek. He splashed cold water onto his face, which helped to awaken his senses and dull the sharp pain coursing through his head, although it was not enough to dim it completely. He grabbed the bottle of mouthwash and downed a third of it, loudly gargling, as his other hand reached down the back of his boxers (he was sans trousers or top) and absentmindedly began to scratch.
He spat the rinse out into the bath, and stumbled on his feet again, his body swaying from side to side, back and forth.
What… what had happened?
He closed the cabinet door above the sink, looking to see his reflection in the mirror and work out just how bad he must have looked.
The results shook him to his full senses.
Don’s scream could be heard echoing throughout the whole hotel.
Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel: Room ???
Hey everyone! Hope everyone has a fantastic day and best of luck to everyone with everything this week D: Good luck on your homeworks and tests, guys!! And good luck with work Danni, Buns and Rex D:
I'll be making a post after Kathi and depending on if anyone has anything else they want to do in the restaurant scene, I might move things on in my next post. Not sure though, I'll have to have a think about it ^^
Halfway through the week people! We can do it!! (Also Fox you lucky sob @ summer! >:O *pulls your tail*)
I'll be making a post after Kathi and depending on if anyone has anything else they want to do in the restaurant scene, I might move things on in my next post. Not sure though, I'll have to have a think about it ^^
Halfway through the week people! We can do it!! (Also Fox you lucky sob @ summer! >:O *pulls your tail*)
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