Riven Wight

Schooled in Magic

@OfWindAndRain

Gotchya. Slacker. xD

I do something like that, too, upon occasion. I just pull the thread up and leave it open on the browser instead of copying/pasting what I have to reply to until I get the time to write something up for it in a doc, then post when I have the chance.

By the way, do you prefer to be quoted each reply here, or no?

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[i]How does someone forget that? Izzy thought, but dared not voice the question. Instead, she nodded at Cerasus’ warning.
“Don’t worry.” She crossed her arms . “I won’t.” She paused, registering that Cerasus had categorized a lack of shadow as a weakness. “How is not having a shadow a weakness?” In the whole mess of things, she had all but forgotten she no longer cast a shadow. She had rarely taken note of her shadow as it was before, let alone since she had been turned. Even knowing that, in the darkness of the school, she would not have had one anyway, she glanced down to check for one--rather, the lack thereof--at her feet. “I can see it being suspicious, sure, but a weakness?” She looked back to Cerasus. "Why don't we have one, anyway? It's not like we're see-through." She raised an opaque hand in front of her to illustrate.

Schooled in Magic

No worries! I understand. Just glad to know you're still around! xD

School starts Monday, which means that my posting should increase very notably.

@OfWindAndRain

Well, that's different. Normally it's opposite! Heh. I hope your first day back at school goes well for you! Seriously, no need to apologize for taking a while. Life happens. :-)

And noted. Best of luck with finding a good balance between the two!

The Collector (2) [Closed]

How has everyone's summer been?

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

Hey I sorta came across your profile by accident, but I'd be wondering if you'd be interested in this RP?

@Siaya Dragalorn

@Dynamo Frokane

Hey! Thanks for the offer, but I'm not one for solely slice of life RPs. Very detailed introductory OOC post, though, and that's interesting that the overall plots are decided by the individual characters as they arise!

Enjoy! ^.^

Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn)

“At least it’s only the necessities,” Nick said, stretching his back with a yawn as he approached the other two boys. Glanced behind them as he spotted Laura heading their way, thought about mentioning it to Jorn, but decided against it.
He glanced to a window as the gentle rumble of thunder whispered through the room, and Jorn had his exchange with Laura.
“C’mon, halfling.” Nick patted Jorn on the back as he headed toward the doors where the rest of the student body, including Kia and her friends, were dragging themselves to. “We should get going. We all probably smell like a herd of rhinos who just tramped through a patch of dragon dung.”

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Thayva scraped off a piece of, well, she did not really know what, from the gold-colored cuff around her wrist, when she heard Ferdinand say her name.
“Hmm?” She turned toward him, a weary look on her face. “Yes. Yes, of course. What can I do for you?”

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Izzy cocked her head inquisitively from where she stood as Cerasus moved into another position. “What are you...” she started when he raised his hand, but finished with a loud, aghast, “Oookay then!” when he dug his fingers then hand into his head.
Stomach churning uneasily, she placed a hand over her mouth and chin and looked to the side of the room, his movements just in her peripheral vision.
“Y-you’re insane, you know that?” she said into her hand, and looked slightly toward the ceiling. The fingers of her other hand tapped against her leg as he, quite literally, rooted around in his head for a memory.
Seeing the motion of him removing his hand, she dared to look back to him.
“Feel better, do you?” she asked at his expression, her voice slightly higher pitched than normal as she moved her hand from her face to the back of her neck. “After that,” she continued as he returned to lean against the wall as if what he had done was perfectly normal, “I should hope you remember every little detail from the last half-century!” She shook her head, then said softly, "Maybe you and Psychotic Episode should think about swapping aliases."
She took a couple quick breaths as he informed her of what he had remembered.
“So, don’t expect him to be as... civil. Great. But you didn’t answer my question," she added almost hesitantly. "What do I need to be on guard for with him being a half-vampire? What can he do?”

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“Yeah, yeah,” Izzy responded lightly to his comment about friends. “Don’t rub it in, you sly fox.” All the same, she gave him a friendly smile. She groaned at his comment about the sun, then grumbled, “Don’t remind me.”
After Trevor left and Riley appeared with his news--she had the suspicion he had been watching the entire time, waiting for Trevor to leave, but did her best to hide her unease--she waited for the man to leave and pulled Cerasus to the side to share her suspicions about Riley watching them from the beginning.
Izzy spent the remainder of the night at the back of the school, the playground overrun with weeds and seedlings, reading through the comic books. She glanced around the area, wondering if Riley was lurking about somewhere, unseen through whatever powers he possessed. Putting that thought aside, she even occasionally acted out some of the fight scenes she encountered in her reading. At least here, no one would care about property damage.

Friday, June 24. Around One A.M.

As much as she distrusted Riley, of the many things he had said those couple nights past, a question he had planted the seeds for begged Izzy to answer it: how bad was her life that she had offered it to Cerasus instead of walking away?
Though she had debated against going, she now crouched in the shadows of a rooftop. The building she had chosen as her perch sat a couple blocks away from her family’s home, but she could still easily see it. Despite the late hour, the light in Zach’s room cast a golden glow through his window, and someone had forgotten to turn off the porchlight. She had called her parents earlier that day, thankfully getting their voicemail, and left a message telling them she and her friends planned on extending the camping trip for a couple more weeks, and to not worry.
What would I be going back to? she wondered.
Her brothers drove her insane. Though good people, between hiding from her brothers, always being outdoors, and their unpredictable work schedule, she rarely spent much time with her parents anymore. She had no other living family she was close to. No friends, other than Trevor. She had made sure of that. After all, she had planned on leaving this humdrum town the second she got the chance. Perhaps that chance had just come sooner rather than later.
However, she missed the sun. She missed spending long days and late nights outdoors, of not being bound by the cycle of the heavens. She had had plans to leave, to explore the life of other places, to experience the world, even if only a small grain of it, plans that being trapped by the sun would make difficult at best. She missed conversations not centered around fights or missing limbs, and not always looking over her shoulder, waiting for the next aberration to pop out of the woodwork.
But knowing that there were monsters out there, lurking, waiting to prey on people who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, could she really, truly return to her old normal, or would she still be looking over her shoulder, wondering what secrets every shadow held, checking around every corner to be sure something was not there, waiting? Now, she had the powers of a vampire on her side to combat that knowledge, but as a human, she would have little, if any, means of defending herself against monsters. And she had to admit, this invisible side of the world was certainly not without its share of adventure. Which was just what she had wanted. Wasn’t it?
Izzy gave an irritated sigh, then pulled her phone out from a pocket to check the time. She did not want to risk overstaying her welcome. Replacing her phone, Izzy cast her home one last glance, then made her way back to the outskirts of town.

Saturday, June 25. A Little Before Midnight

Izzy stood in the center of the athletics field, her form a dark statue in the night. She listened for any sign Episode had arrived, and waited for the warning she expected would accompany his presence. Not wanting to risk the demolishment of more clothes than necessary, she wore the same clothes as when she had met Theurge, including her jacket-turned-vest. After a minute, she instinctively reached toward a pocket to check the time on her phone, before remembering she had left it behind to keep it from getting broken.
With Episode still absent, she took the opportunity to run various scenarios of how their fight could go. Though, with the little she knew about him, anything could happen. She scowled as she thought of the conversation she had had with Cerasus about it before leaving for the high school...

Earlier That Day

Izzy bit back a sharp retort at his response, as if he had cared so little about it that he could ‘forget’ important details about Psychotic Episode. Still, she made a strangling motion with her hands as she fumed, then took a couple deep breaths.
“Okay,” she growled, gripping the bridge of her nose between thumb and forefinger, and doing her best to not snap at him. “If you ‘forgot’ anything else, what should I look out for from a half-vampire? Will he be capable of vampiric transformation? Regeneration?” She paused. “I don’t suppose there’s a crash course I could take in transformation, is there?”

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Izzy shifted her weight uncomfortably as Trevor looked her over. She glanced down at herself then looked to him, trying to gauge his thoughts. She thought they fit pretty well, but waited for his verdict nonetheless. She smiled and nodded when he spoke, then shook her head when he continued.
“You’ve done more than enough as it is. I mean,” she crossed her arms, “we’ve only spoken, what, four times now? I think it’s usually a common courtesy to wait until at least the sixth time you say ‘hey’ before asking someone to pick up clothes and bring them to a ruined school in the middle of nowhere.”
As he commented about her physical changes, she made out the sound of footsteps beyond the door as they headed toward them. She looked to the doorway a moment before Cerasus peeked inside.
“Morning, sunshine,” Izzy greeted before he solved the mystery of the unspoken “Why.” “Makes sense,” she said as Cerasus disappeared once more. At the sound of him apparently falling asleep to the side of the doorway, a look of amusement settled over her face. Sometimes, he made it easy to forget that he was a 500+-year-old man, and not the youth of the form he was forced to take.
Her attention returned to Trevor. “You should see him if you try to wake him early.” She cocked her head when he handed her the second bag. “A... present?” She took the bag, the feel of the contents distinctly a mix of books and what felt like magazines.
“Yeah, that was the plan. For him and the other two.” Izzy sat the bag down on the nearest desk and reached inside, glancing to him courteously as he spoke. Pulling out a couple of the comic books hidden inside, she smiled as what he said made sense. “That’s brilliant, Trevor!” She thumbed through one of the issues. She shook her head disbelievingly and chuckled. “Little did the authors know, their imagination would prove more useful then the knowledge of kung-fu masters.” She paused, contemplation replacing her smile. “Wonder if any of them did know,” she mused, picking up another to flip through it as well. “If this side of the world,” she continued softly, pensively, “with vampires, hunters, and who knows what else, exists, how much of what we’ve thought to be products of overactive imaginations is, actually, true to some extent?”
She shook her head as if to dispel the thought, then looked to Trevor again as he finished speaking. “This is great. Really.” She turned to meet his gaze. “You’ve gone above and beyond.” She sat the books she had been flipping through down. “If there’s ever anything I can do for you, just say the word.” She looked back to him. “So, think I’d make a good Superwoman?” She struck a pose as if about to jump into flight, one fist held above her head and the other back by her waist. She held it for a short moment, then relaxed her stance and crossed her arms. “I can honestly say that I never in a million years would have thought that reading comic books would count as doing research. I owe the nerds of the world an apology.”

Of Men and Elves (Siaya-Dragalorn x AutumnFrost)

Ryathane raised his brows doubtfully when Aeylisia said she could build her own fire. He stood there for a moment, arms crossed, and watched as she did her best to collect what she needed from around her.
“Fair enough.” He gave a one-shouldered shrug, then collected the empty burlap sack that created a dark lump against the grass. He could come back later for his traps, if any of them still remained intact. He looked to the elf when he heard her soft whisper. “Yep,” he answered laconically. At least she had bothered with a thanks.
He quickly put his gloves back on and collected the still damp hooded scarf.
“I should be back in about an hour or so.” He slung the burlap sack over a shoulder. He started to head toward the edge of the forest, but paused, realizing Aeylisia had no weapons. He bent down and removed one of his stiletto daggers from his boot, then stuck it in the ground within the woman’s reach. “Just in case. But I want it back.” With that, he headed off into the woods toward the manticore.
Once the elf was well out of sight, he stopped to glance back.
“What am I going to do with you?” he muttered to himself. With a sigh, he hurried to where they had left the manticore. As he emerged into the area, a couple foxes scurried away, but the motionless mass of the offending beast’s body was still there.
Ryathane gave a sigh of relief. Though there were few monsters in the woods that could have run off with a carcass of that size, he was in no mood to contend with a hungry wolf pack.
He let the items he held drop to the ground, then reached into the pouch at his belt. He pushed aside the crinkled wanted poster and pulled out two small, empty glass bottles. He paused, glancing to the paper, then scowled. With an irritated snort, he went to the monster’s tail to collect as much of its venom as he could. That would fetch him a pretty penny.
He worked as quickly as he could, careful to not poison himself as he handled the deadly tail. Despite his careful attention, his mind wondered again to the question he had posed to the night. The elf would take a couple days to heal, which would provide ample time to find a means of dragging her to the royal city. Crazy or not, the reward the king offered was enough to make even an honest man question his morality. And she could provide the perfect ticket to get him inside the castle, to ferret out the truth of what was going on behind the closed castle gates.
She saved your life, you nitwit, a small voice whispered in the back of his head, and you’re thinking about turning her in?
His face stuck in his scowl, Ryathane did his best to push aside all thoughts of the elf, focusing instead on the task at hand. Once he had one glass filled to the brim, and the other just under that, he carefully placed them back in his pouch, drew his sword, and stepped to the beast’s front.
It’s eyes were glazed over with a milky film, staring unseeingly at one of its murderers. Blood dripped down from where Aeylisia had shot it beneath its left eye, the liquid dried in its matted fur.
“You really could have done with a bath,” Ryathane told it as he swung his sword a couple times. He could smell the feral stench of it from a yard away. “Off with your head.”

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Ryathane knelt down by a small stream that ran through the woods, his sack, sitting on the bank beside him, now bulging with the manticore’s head. Though it had taken him longer than he would have liked, he had managed to attain his proof of the beast’s death.
Ryathane took his time cleaning off his gloves and the scarf in the water, then, picking up his prize in one hand, he headed back to the camp, weariness weighing at his eyes. He saw the fire Aeylisia had managed to make and somehow maintain long before he entered the area. Without a word to the elf, he dropped the sack on the ground across from her, red soaking into one side of it. He sat the wet gloves and scarf near the fire, then collected his backpack. He plopped down on the hard ground, leaned against the pack like a pillow, and stretched his arms out over his head with an exaggerated yawn.
“So, who’s got first watch?” he asked, crossing his legs at the ankles in front of him. He doubted he would be capable of getting to sleep with her nearby, even if he had planned on it. “You or me, Princess?”