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Oki doki! Do we wanna go with England castles and knights, or Edo palaces and samurai? I have ideas for both :P
Oki, we can call it Horton. Port town, okay, all those looked basically the same back then :P It's a good place to start, and the woods would be mostly thick trees, with a few pine other evergreens growing randomly. I think setting is good.
Any thoughts on the plot? No specifics now, just a general idea of. . . .Why your guy is the way he is. More over, thoughts on the guy/gal who turned you :P No specifics, but any ideas on that?
Any thoughts on the plot? No specifics now, just a general idea of. . . .Why your guy is the way he is. More over, thoughts on the guy/gal who turned you :P No specifics, but any ideas on that?
Rei stands silent for several seconds, listening to the boy speak. His eyes follow the hand as it reaches up and caresses his hair. The feeling is odd, but not unpleasant so he does nothing to stop it. 'It is strange. I recall a few of the men and woman I was raised around toying with my hair from time to time, but this feels different' He blinks, looking back down at the prince. 'He looks almost distracted, but he truly hasn't given up' His blade drops slowly. “Time in your hall of books would be nice, but I have a collection of my own I would like to expand as well.” He looks down at the young man for a little longer before stepping back, sliding his blade back into it's scabbard. Walking back to the bed he reaches out, touching the nearest bed post.
His fingers trail down in, feeling the grain of the wood slide against his fingers before they wander across the foot of the bed. Heading towards the window he makes his way to the other post before stopping. Turning to look back at the prince he tilts his head to the side. With a slow nod he looks to the door then back at the boy. “I will protect all whom you point out to me to protect, and I assure their safety as long as I draw breath.” He looks over his shoulder at the window. “It will take me a day and a half to return to this place.” His gaze returns to the other man. “I will come here night after next to find out what arrangements you have made for my being here. I trust your word in this matter,however if you are speaking untruthfully to me now, I will simply pick up the contract again if it is still available. If not, I will leave and you will never see me again.” With that he moves over to the window, turning so he can sit on the sill, waiting for the boy's response.
His fingers trail down in, feeling the grain of the wood slide against his fingers before they wander across the foot of the bed. Heading towards the window he makes his way to the other post before stopping. Turning to look back at the prince he tilts his head to the side. With a slow nod he looks to the door then back at the boy. “I will protect all whom you point out to me to protect, and I assure their safety as long as I draw breath.” He looks over his shoulder at the window. “It will take me a day and a half to return to this place.” His gaze returns to the other man. “I will come here night after next to find out what arrangements you have made for my being here. I trust your word in this matter,however if you are speaking untruthfully to me now, I will simply pick up the contract again if it is still available. If not, I will leave and you will never see me again.” With that he moves over to the window, turning so he can sit on the sill, waiting for the boy's response.
I can't really play females. I am fail at it :P But yes, character time. I have a sheet I made that I use that covers the basics. I'm morally opposed to using pictures for character(Unless specifically made for that character, I consider it using someone else's art for your own gain) so it covers physical description(Breaking it down so it's not one bulky paragraph) as well as personality, background, and most important, powers/skills. If you want we can work out now what each of our characters excel in. Oh, and you don't have to use my sheet, I was just offering :P
Amano's eyes widen and his gaze snaps over to the newly named creature. 'His master? Does he really mean?' He drops his eyes for a second, a smile coming to his lips as he shakes his head slightly. 'You know, I shouldn't be so surprised. After all that has happened, I'm not going to let such things shock me anymore' Looking back up at Illiendi he listens carefully. He can feel a faint tug in his stomach as his eyes lock with the other man's. He can feel himself tense as he approaches. He forces himself to relax, knowing that he is not in any danger at the moment. When Illiendi touches him a chill runs up his spine, his heart racing once again though for a different reason. His mouth opens to ask what he's doing, but the only thing that comes out is a harsh scream. His hands come up to lock around Illiendi's wrist as the pain of the brand races through his body.
It takes all his will to stifle the sound, clamping down on his lips with his teeth. Like the intense heat of a flash fire the burning sensation drops to a dull throb after the initial pain biting into his flesh. His grip on the others' hand remains rigid as tears begin weeping out from between squinted eyelids. He barely hears what the being says, and without thinking nods in response. 'Oh, I can't, oh god that hurt. It's for calling him? His mark, I guess, that makes sense, but he could have warned me. Oh, just, ouch' He pants a little, willing himself to relax. “Ahh, ow, wow, that smarts. . .fuck, pain. . .” He murmurs a long string of profanities to himself but after a minute he carefully relaxes his grip and steps back a bit so that he can get a look at the damage.
He trips slightly, his gaze falling to the floor where his sheet lay forgotten. A deep flush covers his flesh, one hand dropping to cover himself. Before he can think of what to do next though a knock at the door makes him jump. He falls back a bit to sit on the stand beside the bed. Glancing at Illiendi he looks back to the door as a voice calls through it. “Hey, is everything alright in there? If you ain't dyin' then keep it down. You woke up half the inn!”
Amano swallows hard, he begins thinking franticly of how to respond and ends up blurting the first thing that comes to his mind; the truth. In a shaky tone he calls out, “I'm sorry sir, I just got hurt, but it's fine. I'll be okay. I'm sorry I caused a disturbance.” A grunt and the sound of fading footsteps pulls a sigh from Amano's lips and he slumps back against the wooden stand. Taking a deep breath he finally looks down at his chest where the brand now lay. His fingers come up to trace over the mark. He winces every so often as it's still tender, but he smiles none the less when it strikes him how beautiful it looks.
It takes all his will to stifle the sound, clamping down on his lips with his teeth. Like the intense heat of a flash fire the burning sensation drops to a dull throb after the initial pain biting into his flesh. His grip on the others' hand remains rigid as tears begin weeping out from between squinted eyelids. He barely hears what the being says, and without thinking nods in response. 'Oh, I can't, oh god that hurt. It's for calling him? His mark, I guess, that makes sense, but he could have warned me. Oh, just, ouch' He pants a little, willing himself to relax. “Ahh, ow, wow, that smarts. . .fuck, pain. . .” He murmurs a long string of profanities to himself but after a minute he carefully relaxes his grip and steps back a bit so that he can get a look at the damage.
He trips slightly, his gaze falling to the floor where his sheet lay forgotten. A deep flush covers his flesh, one hand dropping to cover himself. Before he can think of what to do next though a knock at the door makes him jump. He falls back a bit to sit on the stand beside the bed. Glancing at Illiendi he looks back to the door as a voice calls through it. “Hey, is everything alright in there? If you ain't dyin' then keep it down. You woke up half the inn!”
Amano swallows hard, he begins thinking franticly of how to respond and ends up blurting the first thing that comes to his mind; the truth. In a shaky tone he calls out, “I'm sorry sir, I just got hurt, but it's fine. I'll be okay. I'm sorry I caused a disturbance.” A grunt and the sound of fading footsteps pulls a sigh from Amano's lips and he slumps back against the wooden stand. Taking a deep breath he finally looks down at his chest where the brand now lay. His fingers come up to trace over the mark. He winces every so often as it's still tender, but he smiles none the less when it strikes him how beautiful it looks.
Um, New England, as in the 13 colonies, as in the first British Americans :P
As for diving right in, I have found that to be disastrous for my thought patterns. If we don't work out some of the setting and some plot points before hand, my brain goes a little too one way or the other and I lose focus.
As for diving right in, I have found that to be disastrous for my thought patterns. If we don't work out some of the setting and some plot points before hand, my brain goes a little too one way or the other and I lose focus.
This is a one-on-one RP between PopeAlessandros and HiddenBeauty13. If you're not us, don't post! Also, M/M, don't like, don't read! Thank you.
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~A young king, fearing for his kingdom, calls upon the dark arts to aid him. He's always been sick, and none of his physicians can tell him why. His kingdom boarders two others that hate one another and it's only through their friendship with the young king that they haven't gone to war with one another yet. His fear fro his people is well founded as the battlegrounds would end up being his own lands, so in his desperation he delves deep into the books on black arts and finds a summoning spell. The spell is said to summon a being who can identify and cure all ailments. After a year of preparations, he's at last ready to activate the spell. When the smoke clears, the being standing before him is nothing like he imagined. The vampire however is a bit miffed at being summoned by a dabbler, but concedes to heal the boy anyways. It will take quite some time for him to clean the young kings blood, but until he does he must stay in the palace, much to his advisers' horror.
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Oki, so, you're the king, and I'm the vampire. I like doing Character Sheets last, so do you wanna start with Setting, or Plot?
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~A young king, fearing for his kingdom, calls upon the dark arts to aid him. He's always been sick, and none of his physicians can tell him why. His kingdom boarders two others that hate one another and it's only through their friendship with the young king that they haven't gone to war with one another yet. His fear fro his people is well founded as the battlegrounds would end up being his own lands, so in his desperation he delves deep into the books on black arts and finds a summoning spell. The spell is said to summon a being who can identify and cure all ailments. After a year of preparations, he's at last ready to activate the spell. When the smoke clears, the being standing before him is nothing like he imagined. The vampire however is a bit miffed at being summoned by a dabbler, but concedes to heal the boy anyways. It will take quite some time for him to clean the young kings blood, but until he does he must stay in the palace, much to his advisers' horror.
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Oki, so, you're the king, and I'm the vampire. I like doing Character Sheets last, so do you wanna start with Setting, or Plot?
About the time the colonies got settled, which is what I was talking about in the original description, was indeed the Victorian times dear. :P So, no objections. However, we need more than just the time. I was thinking of maybe some basic idea of the distances between the local towns, how far out in the woods you are, what kind of wood, maybe if you've found the hollow of a tree to rest in or something :P Since we're going to be travelling a lot we'll do the rest as we play, but I'd like to work out some of the simpler stuff first.
Let me pause for a giggle here *Giggles* So, he's wearing that outfit, and has the name of the character wearing them, but it looks nothing like him? Oki, I can buy that :P Sorry, don't mean to pick on you, it just made me giggle. "Name and clothes, but different physical appearance" I haven't actually watched/read Kuroshitsuji, but I hear it's good.
ANYWAYS! I think we're set for characters now. . .And I think it's almost time to start! Or is it time already. . . I think it might be! What do you think?
ANYWAYS! I think we're set for characters now. . .And I think it's almost time to start! Or is it time already. . . I think it might be! What do you think?
I always like working on Plot and Setting before characters, so I'm glad we're on the same page on that :P So many people rush right into characters, and by the time set-up is done, they've had to revise or redo it many times. :P
I think Youkai would be messengers of the gods, and there have been a history of them helping humans. However, I think is should have been a while since there was a confirmed case of a Youkai helping a human, so it's rather unexpected. I think it'd be fun having the confusion at first, the suspicions, then the hiring of mystics, and maybe even a part where one of the brothers trying to steal my character :P
Your thoughts?
I think Youkai would be messengers of the gods, and there have been a history of them helping humans. However, I think is should have been a while since there was a confirmed case of a Youkai helping a human, so it's rather unexpected. I think it'd be fun having the confusion at first, the suspicions, then the hiring of mystics, and maybe even a part where one of the brothers trying to steal my character :P
Your thoughts?
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