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Have a few days off. Look for posts for sure today & tomorrow!
3 yrs ago
Just found out an online friend I used to RP with passed away very suddenly and unexpectedly. Didn't know them super well, but the news is saddening all the same =(
3 yrs ago
Family ate Thanksgiving a night early because of schedules. Will be tending to all my various posts tomorrow since I'll have time to do so!
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Long timer roleplayer, been at it for... god, almost 15 years now all told. Hasn't been all sunshine and roses, but I like to think I've improved somewhat steadily as time has gone on.

I generally like to play older characters, or at least toward the higher end of an age range. Also, just about all of my characters are caring and protective in some capacity, even the rare meanie that I make.

I play a mixture of male and female characters. I myself am a guy.

Generally speaking I try to post at least once per week.

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I could always use a One Piece RP in my life. I'll do some thinkin about what character I'd like to bring along.


Moving through the crowded streets was rather like swimming along a river. There was a flow to it, even if it did abruptly change directions or come to a complete stop, and if you could stick to it you'd be just fine. It was when you suddenly hit a rock, or in this case a lost tourist with their eyes on the scenery and not the road, that things got dicey. Keeping an eye out for such lost ones was paramount, ewhich made it quite difficult to consult the guide on upcoming events. Markus discovered that the hard way when he nearly tripped over a Halfling gawking at a scantily clad foxgirl from his decisively indecent perspective, and he quickly decided it was time to step to the side, up onto a raised step and away from the cobblestones, to fully read his list.

For starters there was the play the next evening. That might be interesting, he'd always had a liking for viewing stage pieces. Something to think about, at any rate. Then there was the speed dating event the following day, which he truthfully had no interest in. How could anyone, he wondered, have any faith in it working? It would be impossible to fully know and connect with someone after only a brief meeting. Kryssa would pout when he told her about that, but that was just something he'd deal with later. And after that was...

"Oh!" he said aloud as he read the entry for the Tournament. A chance to test himself going toe to toe with what would hopefully be some of the nation's best combatants. Now THAT was an event he could get behind. When was the last time he'd really felt challenged to the degree this promised?

Almost on cue, out of the corner of his eye Markus caught a flash of white moving around through the nearby crowd. Further inspection showed that it belonged to a young lady of his own age, and that it was her hair. "Right," he said to himself, "It was those times, wasn't it?

Minerva Fairchild. A young noblewoman the same age as himself who, like the rest of her family, made a business of hunting down magical criminals. They'd encountered one another on two occasions, both times crossing paths in pursuit of a shared target. The first had been a notorious wizard who had murdered a family in the Corvis family's province, thus setting Markus on his tail. They'd flatly told one another to stay out of the way, but when neither budged they simply continued working. Alas, the Fairchild woman had won that day; by the time he'd discovered the wizard's hideout she'd already had the man restrained. The second time had been chasing a thief wielding a mystical artifact. That time, they'd decided to openly make a competition out of it; Markus had managed to get the artifact from the thief's hands, but Minerva once again had the arrest to her name at the day's conclusion. It had been scathing on its own, and her attitude in the wake of both incidents hadn't helped.

But what was she doing here, during the festival? He wondered as he kept an eye on her movements through the crowd.

It was hardly Markus's first trip to the Royal City. He'd been there a half dozen times, usually on business for this or that or escorting Kryssa to an important meeting. But he'd never once set foot there during the Festival, not until now. And for all intents and purposes, it may as well have been another world entirely. The buildings were in the same place, but festooned with banners and ribbons and illuminated by magical sparkles in the air they transformed into different establishments, to say nothing of the people. Bright and vibrant colors now adorned everybody walking down the streets; from smartly dressed merchants in their coats shouting from their stalls to the revealing dresses and swirling silks of the dancers upon their raised platforms the entire city has been dyed in every shade imaginable, and the streets were absolutely packed from alley to alley. If Markus was being honest, it was all a bit overwhelming. And in the middle of all this, he was expected to magically and mysteriously encounter his soul mate? The odds must have been astronomical! But, Kryssa was convinced it could and would happen, so he would humor her. At least a little, anyway.

"Hoi there, you! The strapping young lad!"

A sharp cry pulled his attention as Markus felt the energy of a young lady being directed at him. "Yeah, you! With the black hair!"

"Can I help you, miss?" he asked as he pushed his way through the roving throng to reach her. She stood next to an odd little stall, one that was littered with stacks of paper and not much else.

"That's my line!" she replied, "You looked a little lost and not sure where to begin. First time in the city?"

"First time during the Festival, I know the layout pretty well."

"Oi, that's great! I guess you won't be needing a map then, BUT!" said the girl as she picked through one of the paper stacks on her stall. Finally she pulled a folded piece of parchment out of it, and with a flourish presented it in front of her to him. "Ta-da! One copy of Gillie's Guide, a handmade compilation of all the must-see and must-find places and things at this year's Festival, put together by yours truly!"

Markus bent over a little to get a good look at the parchment. The handwriting was a little haphazard, but it seemed to be exactly as advertised; a list of events and gatherings in the city during the Festival, including what day they were happening and what time of day, along with some opinionated footnotes from Gillie like Get there early, fills up fast! and Only go if Marked, snoozefest otherwise, and most notably one under the name of a bar Markus knew quite well called The Ape & Rapier that read ORDER THE CHOWDER IT'S INCREDIBLE.

"Well, you've convinced me with that one, Amelia's chowder is absolutely to die for," he said with a smile, "I think this will prove quite useful, Gillie is it?"

"Right you are sir! Gillie's the name!"

"Very well, how much for one of your guides, miss Gillie?" he asked as he fished a hand into the pouch at his belt.

"Well, I charge 30 for the map and the guide together, but since you don't need the map... how's about 20 coins?"

"I'll make it 25. Tip for good service," he said as he deposited the money into a smaller bag and dropped it on the stall.

"Ah gee, thanks mister! Enjoy the Festival!" Gillie yelled as he began to walk away, rolling up the guide to study later. Now that he thought about it, stopping in at the Ape for some food DID sound like a good idea...


Markus stopped in his tracks and turned at the sound of Gillie yelling. Barreling down the road towards him from the stall, bodily shoving aside anybody in his way, was an unkempt man clutching a familiar money pouch in his hands. People in his path, seeing what became those he decided needed to move, scrambled to get out of his way until the only thing standing between the man and the bustling intersection beyond where he could easily slip out of sight was Markus himself. As the thief came running, he glared and snarled at Markus and made to shoulder tackle him... but as he came closer Markus whirled around with great speed and struck the thief's face with the sole of his boot, sending him sprawling across the pavement with a bloodied nose. Gillie came running up next, short of breath and with a face flushed with anger.

"That's! What! You! Get!" she yelled as she punctuated each word with a kick of her own to his ribs, then bent down and grabbed the coinpurse from his hands. "Thanks again mister, I owe ya one big time!"

"Not a problem, Gillie. Run along now, the guards are on their way."

And so they were, as two of them came pushing through and began to lift the man off of the floor. "We'll take it from here," one of them said "We've been trying to catch this rat all day! Looks like he finally picked a fight with the wrong people."

"Nonsense, I was just passing through and wanted to help. Good day, gentlemen." Markus said as he continued on his way.

Well, he thought, now some of Amelia's food sounded REALLY good...
Apologies for the lack of response in the last couple days, I'm traveling and only have decent internet in certain places. I'll try and get Markus rolling soon!
@FailingForward Reposting this on Feisty's behalf, she says it's finished.


And here we are. btw, Feisty-Pants is the friend I mentioned.

So, I may be getting a friend of mine that I RPed with for years to join this with me. Would you be open to pre-arranged partnerships in that regard?
Thinking of a character concept now. Should have the sheet submitted by tomorrow.
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