Pirouette

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

I am trying so hard to get why it would be... I just can't get the joke. :(

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

Glad to see you're still with us! Oh, and as for the hall, you'll get to keep it around for a good while, because the Dawnguard quest won't start till later on in the role play.

@MiddleEarthRoze

It is interesting you say that Dawnguard will happen because well, Gelebor.

Skyrim: Dragonsbane

"Do my eyes deceive me?" ... -- Faire was pacing about the camp, waiting for the antagonizing long period it took for this large hunting party to pack up and head out. If it were her alone, she'd already be a few miles down the road, but she knew how long it took to move larger parties like this so it didn't bother her much. All that pacing helped keep her at ease. During her frantic pacing, a newcomer had arrived but Faire did not particularly care to met someone new, especially considering that most of this party will be charred ash in a few weeks. But as she ignored the conversations behind her, a sudden exclamation of interest and a thump of someone falling to their knees halted Faire out of her thoughts and her pacing. -- As soon as Faire turned, full face, to witness an Altmer on his knees, she knew what was going to happen. Faire stood there, her confused gaze unwavering, as she recounted the Altmer's line over and over again. The moment it had actually sunk in, Faire could feel her face warming up to uncomfortable levels of embarrassment. It was made worse as she finally took her eyes off the kneeling Altmer and glanced around the camp. Everybody had stopped and they were now witnessing this happening. It was a good thing Faire's face was hidden because her face, especially her cheeks, had turned from a pale coloring to cherry red. "I..uh...t-thanks." She said hastily under her breath. Her thoughts raced a million per minute! Had this Altmer no shame? What else could she say? And worst of all, d-did she actually enjoy that corny pick-up line? There was something to say about romance, and Faire was a diehard romantic at one time. Hearing the cheesiest of poems, lines, songs, and seductions attempt was a bit of a comedic past time for the old Faire. It was hysterical to hear what people could come up with and she had to admit, she did actually love the gestures of flowers that came with those attempts. But the old Faire was buried somewhere and she hasn't been unearthed for thousands of years. She wasn't laughing and felt rather flustered, but a kindling of enjoyment could be felt. Thankfully Faire wasn't left in her turmoil as Nikos came and rescued her from the very daring Altmer. --- Kynesgrove couldn't come any sooner. Most of Faire's traveling was done away from the group. She hung around the perimeter, just within visible range of the rest of the group. More of an excuse to not be a part of the camaraderie than to keep the group safe. For the most part, Faire was left alone as she did her best to keep herself away but she spoke a few words to the group. Most of it was providing a briefing on what exactly was a dragon and recalling her own accounts of encounters. In her day, they weren't outright hostile as there had been agreements made on both sides, but she saw one dragon go rogue and tried to recall as much information as possible. Since Nikos seemed to the leader, Faire shared with him most of that information. She also talked a bit to the Altmer the day of his very embarrassing pick-up line. Faire was heard to even give a very slight chuckle during the conversation, likely another pick-up line. Seeing as her identity was still mostly a secret, she did not actually enter Kynesgrove and instead wandered the perimeter. The night before they reached Kynesgrove, Faire requested that Nikos make sure her identity remains a secret as she does not want it to become public knowledge for her own safety. She also told him, "You need not search for me during your stay at Kynesgrove, I'll be there when the dragon arrives." Intending to keep her promise for a favor and use that to bargain for a favor of her own.

Fairytale Academy

Muriel seemed sweet, at least as far as first impressions went, but Elsa was wondering what type of impression she, herself, gave off? She hoped it wasn't anything negative as she frowned when Muriel offered her hand. The thought of an incident on her first day of returning to society would break her. so fearing the worst, Elsa slipped her hand into her sweatshirt sleeve and shook Muriel's offered hand like nothing was out of the ordinary. "Yea, we can head in." Elsa in response to Muriel's inquiry and headed inside the room first at the bequest of Muriel. "Thank you!" Elsa said politely as she passed Muriel and walked through the doorway. In hindsight, Elsa probably shouldn't have worked up her imagination because the room was such a letdown. It was too basic for her pampered tastes and the worst part of all was there wasn't even a window, really driving home that "prison" notion. "I was hoping there'd be a view.." Elsa said to herself quietly as she dragged herself in disappointment to the bed on her left. She set down her suitcase and trunk, much to her relief, and tossed her backpack on her bed. She then sat down on her bed, twiddling her thumbs as she eyed her disappointing room.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Gentlemanvaultboy You have become my favorite character.

@AcerRo

I agree! Owlman is such a fun character that I couldn't resist starting with him! All those little things of attempting communication and appearing non-hostile is absolutely thrilling to read!

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

It was to be considered a lovely Los Angeles by the morning news report and the news anchor had recommended a healthy dose of sun and activity in a park or in your backyard. So that's exactly what Ann, a girl of sixteen, had done. Not because she particular wanted to spend the day at the park but because she had no where else to go. Ann had found a vacancy on a swing set, gently swing back and forth, in some park she didn't care to know the name of and just sat there, lost in a whole world of different thoughts. The world was strange to her now. She no longer lived by the societal norms for a girl her age, if she could still count herself as a real human girl. No parents, no family, no friends, no house, no responsibility, or really anything other than the clothes on her back. But there was one more thing that Ann had that probably no one else in the world could have. Ariadne. Ann stopped swinging for a moment and glanced over at her identical partner. Ariadne sat motionless on the swing next to Ann. She looked just like Ann, not that anyone could see her twin as she was best described as "not of this world". But on that swing Ariadne sat, completely visible to only Ann. It was always a curiosity to Ann as she tried to think what was Ariadne thinking about. Ann's mind slipped into a trance as she studied Ariadne's face. It was clenched together as if she was searing in rage and she hardly ever moved. Was her twin always like that? Why couldn't Ann remember anything before her days of captivity? Could Ariadne know and that's what made her so angry? If so, why didn't she ever talk? Ann's existence was already so lonely, she didn't need this constant tease of a family or friend... As Ann's mind trailed into her mulling over her frustration, the chains of Ariadne's swing rattled a bit causing Ann to snap out of her inner trance. Ariadne was now displaying her teeth and her face was scrunched up in an expression of even fiercer than normal anger. Her gaze remained fixed on some spot and Ann followed it to a where a large figure was taking his hat off in an old fashioned form of greeting to two giddy girls, who laughed after taking a picture and scurried away. Ann frowned and her heart felt heavy with sympathy for the large figure, who was no man at all. The little bowler hat rested on top of a large owl-looking head and a claw, with large talons, returned to his side in a lethargic manner. The creature didn't display any emotion, probably because it couldn't, but Ann immediately defaulted to thinking the creature had just been hurt by being gawked at like some caged animal. Whatever it was, Ann could sense it was just like her. A Meta-Human is what they like to labeled Ann and Ariadne but Ann could at least appear normal, this creature.. No this man was probably stuck in this state for the rest of his life! Emotion swelled inside little Ann and she immediately got up and headed towards this "Owlman". Ariadne must have known Ann was heading that way because Ann watched her glide past her sister and settle herself on the grass next to the pond, leaving a place for Ann to sit next to the Owlman. Ann had to admit, she was a bit frightened at first but she began to feel comfortable as she studied the Owlman. He was dressed up as if he was a man out of history, wearing that suit and all. Most comforting was to see him in the harmless act of feeding ducks, which to Ann seemed like the sweetest thing she had seen all day. Ann sat down next to the Owlman, her knees tucked in close to her body, and glanced up at him, she gave him a meek smile as she reached into the grass and gathered up a small handful of the feed he had probably dropped and tossed some of it out into the pond. She didn't speak as she really didn't know what you could say to an Owlman, but Ann kind of had a feeling that he couldn't talk back anyways.

Fairytale Academy

@CallaLily Ursula?! Oh god. Shit's bound to go down. :D

@iSuspect

Elsa has Muriel's back!

A Game of Throhs - Medieval Pokemon

Nouvelle, Lugere --- Millicent Cheviot

~8:30 AM

Milly had hardly touched her portion of the breakfast feast that sat before her. She was to busy focused on what her father had just told her to do. "You want them jailed for something they can't control? Why? That isn't fair to them and you know it!" Milly said with the last bit sounding convincingly as if she had just been offended. Milly's father, Maurice, a balding of a man with a plump belly, rose his hand in defense as if Milly was going to lash out and attack him. "I'm not making the call, Millicent!" He paused and threw back the rest of his wine, causing Milly to roll her eyes. "You know I'm fair to all and that's a rare thing in this age, but we can't just do whatever we want! We have to obey the King, even if we may disagree!" He leaned back in his chair after his brief lecture and rubbed his goatee as if contemplating his words. "You know how forgiving King Garroth has been when other lords would have our heads for simply hosting audiences from Ayero." Maurice added in a hushed whisper as if they were being spied on. "What we do now will be reported to those in Maccus and if it is not to standards. We can't half-ass this so even though it may sound excessive, we have to do it." He finally finished and leaned back stroking his chin again, waiting for his daughter's response. Milly glanced down at her father and then over to Mel who was politely eating across the table from Milly. She had been quietly eating and minding her own business but Milly knew she was listening and already knew her opinion without even asking. Thankfully they were the only three present for breakfast at the moment, otherwise this conversation wouldn't be happening. "So who was he?" Milly asked quietly, which made Maurice lean forward in his chair and tilt his head as if he hadn't heard her. "Who was the traitor?" She said again only louder and bring her attention back to her father. Maurice cocked one eyebrow if he had wondering that himself but he picked up the parchment on the table and scanned it quickly, just to be sure he had read it right. "Tyris Varrot." He said plainly, like the name meant nothing to him. Milly chortled and stuck her hand out for the letter. Maurice passed it to her and she quickly read it.

Lord Maurice Cheviot of Nouvelle,

As of the day of the new moon (One week ago) came to pass, a traitor to my rightful claim to my empire had come to light. Tyris Varrot was discovered to be a Morph and introduced as one of the Lotus Triumvirate by his son, Emile Varrot. Emile has been name acting lord of Runswick Keep and Trevenant's Hollow and all other Varrot claims. Effective immediately. Tyris is in my custody and is being interrogated for information on the Lotus Triumvirate. Until such time that the Lotus Triumvirate is no longer a concern and I deem so, you and all holdings must interrogate and imprison ALL Morphs. Any Morph under suspicion of being connected to the Lotus Triumvirate is to be executed immediately. Failure to uphold my command is treason and will not be taken lightly. Signed and Authorized,

King Garroth of Maccus, Imperator Aeternus Eternus

Milly tossed the paper onto her table, visibly upset. Maurice rose from his perch and took a step towards his daughter but she shot an arm up to halt him. "Fine." Was the only word that came from her mouth as she got to her feet started heading out the door. Mel was quick to follow with a bit of a spring in her step. They were going to lead this Morph hunt at the bequest of Maurice Cheviot, lord of Nouvelle and a complete coward for many reasons.

11:00 AM

Nouvelle's city guard, most of them at least, was mobilized and joining them was several cohorts of levies and volunteers. Milly and Mel paced through their ranks as if inspecting them, but Milly was lost in thought and Mel was probably just showing off. Milly reached the front of the cohorts and eyed them all. They were armed well and each cohort had several hounds of various breeds to sniff out the Morphs. Most were non-threating like lillipup and its evolutions but at the head of each cohort were two special Houndooms, bred for pursuing, hunting, and killing game but they also had the ability to smell out Morphs. Joining Milly at the front of the cohorts was her own guard and a few other officials for the city and thankfully one of those was Nouvelle's Pokemon Trainer, Ursa. She was a grizzled old veteran and Milly's role model. "Your father is only trying to give you experience. I wouldn't get so worked up about it." Ursa said in calmly, her voice rough and unfeminine as you'd expect. "He's a coward for making me do his dirty work." Milly spat as she rose her hand to call the men to attention. "You all have your assignments! Go and do it!" Milly called out and the men and women obeyed immediately. It would take only a few minutes for the armed bands to vanish from sight. Almost all the Morphs in this city were out in the circus camps and each cohort was assigned to one camp. Milly and her guard would assist and oversee the operation. "Well we aren't getting any younger, we should make way for Emboare's camp." Ursa suggested as she stretched her old bones. Milly didn't respond but she did start heading that way. Emboare's camp was one of the larger ones so it was probably best to start there. So far the camp and the surrounding area had been undisturbed as the cohort assigned to it circled around to force anyone trying to escape back into the city to hopefully be caught by the guards around the perimeter of the actual city. Milly and her group had gathered and waited a moment, listening for the signal. For awhile only the sounds of music could be heard as most people tended to avoid milling around a large group of armed figures. Finally after another few minutes, some cries, screams and vicious sounding barks were heard from the far side of the camp. The hunt for Morphs had began.

Fairytale Academy

Things appeared to be heating up as an air of tension formed around the encounter of that beastly man and that magician. Elsa was sure that the big man was going to club the smaller man after weirdly touching the boy's hair. A low sounding chuckle that sounded more like a large primate grunting. But then nothing happened and the larger man walked away, which settled well with Elsa. If the first encounter she had with people was a brawl between two people, she'd probably just want to quit right now. So with the verbal squabble coming to a close, Elsa turned back to someone who appeared in charge. An elderly lady who had been quietly observing the conflict without interfering, which was another questionable thing. Why didn't she---?! Before Elsa could finish her thought a winged creature ran into the side of her head and squawked loudly in fright. Elsa also cried out in shock as she fell to her knees, covering her head in defense. A boy ran over and tried to assist Elsa back to her feet and she swatted his assistance away for his own good. "No! I don't need your help! Please..." She yelled in frustration, her thin Norwegian accent on display. She got to her feet, immediately feeling bad about yelling at this stranger. She took a deep breath and said in a much quieter volume. "Sorry. It's best if you just... Sorry." She turned away, wanting it this moment to be over and lucky for her, the older lady spoke and interrupted any and all interactions. After a quick briefing, the lady vanished in a flurry of bubbles... Elsa was quite surprised and despite some of the more "unique" attributes of some people here, she didn't expect that to happen. Elsa felt a surge of relief bubble inside, unfocused on the unnatural properties of what had just happened, because it meant that everyone else here might be in that same state. Maybe, just maybe, Elsa can let loose for once. But that was a dangerous thought and right now she just needed to step away as she already felt exhausted from everything so far. So Elsa was the first to step inside and immediately set out to find her room. Some clearly marked signs lead her straight to the girl's dormitory area but she wasn't the first one there. Another girl with red hair was already searching for her room and maybe she found it as Elsa approached and stood right next to the girl with the brilliant red hair. Above the door was a plague:

Elsa Muriel

Elsa took a glance at the red hair girl. She was a petite beauty who was about four inches shorter than Elsa. Her skin looked to be a healthy color and reminded Elsa of California, or what limited experience she had with it. The two couldn't appear more different. She looked down at her feet and thought of something she could say but couldn't think of something clever or funny, much to her own frustration. "Um.. Hi!" She eagerly said with a quick wave and a flimsy smile. "Are you Muriel?" She asked, gesturing her head and eyes up to the plague.

Fairytale Academy

No one wants to interact with Muriel. :/

@iSuspect

Muriel ran inside! Elsa probably would have tried to say something if she saw anything distant observer to the interaction outside. But with being attacked by an owl would likely send her inside to find a room, too. Then they can say hello.