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Black Rose Egress [Interest Check]

@Fi I'd recommend maybe a sample character as something of a jump off point. I just want to be clear and sure. ^^

Black Rose Egress [Interest Check]

These champions are fictional characters or based on a theme? Like this devilish rogue was once a bandit queen, a desperado, a pirate, and a wall street stock broker?

Black Rose Egress [Interest Check]

I'll give this a go. I can play amalgamations. I'll need to ask a bunch of questions though. Which I'm happy that your happy with answering.

The Legend of Gobbledygook

By the way I'll stop rhyming if it's getting on people's nerves. I kind of picture Ozzy and this RP as Child of Light characters.

Kingdom Hearts Multiverse

I have an idea of pinocchio but something happened to his world where all the magic was sucked out of it. Only the remains of the blue fairy keep him going but hes back to being made of wood.

Something like this. I imagine his powers come from replacing parts of his body with inventions and gizmos.

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What do you think?

The Skies of Elysia: Airships, Aliens, and Adventure (Closed)

@Bai Suzhen

So far she's good. Can't wait to see her when shes done.

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall (Dark Fantasy Adventure) -=Remake=-

OCTAVIA STARFORGE and POX

@HowlsOfWinter

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Shion moved them back to behind the line of fire, giving them a bit of time to initiate some first aid.

A very strained bit of words repeated as she came over to him. But then she thankfully told him it was no need to do so. He was essentially nursing his wound and the little valve that he plunged into his chest to keep deflating his lung. It would be felt as a nice and painful pressure that would cause him to gasp for breath.

She pointed out the arrow, and his beak nodded in approval of her diagnosis. His mouth filled with blood and he coughed it up before answering her. "It's just a lung... but if it fills with- blood- I'll go into Hypovelmic Shock... not great... He coughed again before he prepared for some impromptu first aid, getting a pouch ready for her to use.

Octavia's eyebrows furrowed. "Just a lung?" She replied, angry. "I have every reason to worry if your lung is involved." She said through gritted teeth, but now was not the time for scolding. She'd give him a great deal of it later.

Pox felt her chide him a little but he retorted with a bit of gallows humor. "We have two of them. Blag- One to spare."

He allowed her to bring him, it would be better than his magic or his robes and he nodded when the task was done. "Okay- you're not doing surgery." He said bemused despite the situation. "But you'll-do better than me... Here." He handed her the pouch. It contained bandages, patches, vials of clear liquids, scalpel, scissors, clamps, a jar of thick paste. "Start- start by ripping out the arrow, keep - keep it as straight as you can, and pull straight out." He braced himself for it, bending his knees and leaning forward. He wished he could lie down for this but he didn't have the luxury.

Octavia's hand trembled as she slowly reached for the arrow. One wrong move, and she could do further damage. It would have been a different story if it were his leg or his arm — anywhere but his chest — but it was a lung puncture, out of all things. What luck.

She took a deep breath as she wrapped her hand around the arrow, careful enough to avoid any unnecessary movements. "This is a lung puncture." Every word rolled off her tongue sharply. "If I pull this out, you're going to bleed out. You better have a plan, or I might just have to kill you myself." She glared at him, concern evident in her eyes. It was unlike her to speak in such a rough manner, but she was losing her composure. Injuries to the chest were common, with large numbers of death associated with lung punctures. She did not want to add to the list of dead people in her life.

Pox raised his hand and nodded. "We'll be fine... Everything you need is in - the pouch." His speech was sounding worse. He tried to sound calm, control his limited breathing, but he knew how you could atleast temporarily treat such wounds. They were common, hence why the pressure valve next to the arrow was needed. Course that wouldn't help things now. They were about to make a hole.

Octavia released a breath she didn't realize she was holding. Sweat started to pool at her temples. She placed her left hand on his shoulder, while her other hand was firmly gripped around the wooden stick.

3...2...1..

In one swift motion, she pulled.

Pox made a gurgling sound and what would have been a screamed if he wasn't biting his tongue to attempt to muffle it. The drugs only worked so much but he seemed determined to try to show as little pain as possible. The tension on his body would clearly show that he was in agony, torturing pain as his chest screamed. He grabbed her wrist to brace himself, his gloves squeezing enough to leave a red mark. With her pull his chest heaved even as he pulled back in an attempt to assist her, the arrow head shredded more flesh on its way out but it needed to happen. He wasn't going to be able to heal or get any better with a piece of metal and wood inside him. He made a rasped gasp when it was finally out of him, and he seemed to slump over her arm.

"Pox..?"

He tried to breath, it was a bit easier, but he couldn't let the blood fill his lung. Slowly the delirioum of the moment subsided and he raised a shakey hand to the pouch. "The gel..." He pointed to the fresh wound. "Fill...it..." He instructed.

Octavia winced at the sight of blood oozing out of his wound, but she didn't waste a moment as she grabbed the pouch and dug through it. There were plenty of vials, bandages, and a bunch of other things Octavia (quite frankly) didn't recognize. When she found the gel, she quickly grabbed it and positioned it over the hole in his chest. With shaky hands, she filled the wound as Pox instructed. He was trying hard to make it seem like he wasn't in too much pain, but it was clear as day to Octavia. She held his hand and squeezed it tightly, while her other hand applied pressure to his wound. Octavia wanted to help ease his pain, but there was little she could do with no magic. She tried to brush aside her frustration as she spoke, "tell me what to do next. "

The breathing was audible through his nose, he just didn't seem to be breathing too good but he clenched her hand and tried to stay still. The Gel should act as a coagulant for now. Enough to at least keep things from life threatening to merely just bad. Enough to maybe keep his insides in until stronger magic or a more definite procedure could be enacted.

He nodded as she had the goop fill the wound, leaving it pasty. There was a large sheet that held an adhesive. He pointed to it. "All we can do now is patch that over it. Its-not a permanent fix but Itll keep me going. Gwen can finish it up."

With a softness and poise he looked down at her, eyes could be seen past his lenses. It seemed impossible to determine what the color were, but they were gentle."Thank you. Octavia." her fast actions were beyond appreciated.

A part of Octavia felt angry with herself for being incapable of doing something more. She felt powerless in this situation, but he was right. Only Gwen was capable of helping him now.

There was a moment's distraction when her eyes caught sight of his for the very first time, but she managed to look away. "I did what anyone would have done.." Her voice trailed off. At the corner of her vision, she could see Gwen approaching. "Gwen will handle things from here. I'll go assist the others." Having said that, Octavia started to walk away, her bloodied hand still trembling from almost losing a friend.

Pox, now atleast healed enough to function made sure to head to Garrett complaining of ribs. "Here." He beckoned, reaching out. His hands glowed a bright green as he placed them over the warrior's ribs and concentrated. He could do this, magic was a force of his emotion, his knowledge of the arcane arts and perception of his soul stone. He could knit the cracks, reduce the swelling. He was already casting the incantation which would sound like a light prayer. He would release him with a nod. "Good to go, I recommend bed rest when you can though..."

He then would finally address Gwen already raising his arms despite the pain and allow her to address his injury. He already drew enough attention.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@PaulHaynek

"That's the point." He suddenly responded to the matter of reproduction but then pulled it back not realizing he wasn't explaining himself properly. He composed himself. "There's alot of monster species who are solitary and whose mannerisms actually entraps human men. In those relationships, the couple ceases to become productive members to society. And even if they are a social species most examples of human monster dynamics is strictly an emotional connection. The cultures and economics don't play any part in a family setting. And considering the fact that nearly all off spring are female, we could have a gender population that renders cultures unsustainable within two generations." He used his arms and voice to prattle off more sociology facts and population statistics and basically just going through the motions of making himself look like a huge bookworm.

Thankfully he ended it there. The goals of his parents were complicated and long term, probably better time used in front of a crowd or town official. Regardless and listened to this Bart. "Yeah, that's more or less what I'm looking for." They talked about payment, and Ozzy's face tightened. He did some mental calculation and had been rationing for the past few months. He had 200 or so gold left, but that was to be his food and expenses for a potentially long excursion. He'd actually have to settle for a part time job within the next month or so.

Thankfully again, it seemed like his prayers were answered. "Well, if I am not imposing..." He stated extending a hand. "My name is Ozmandius Skyway, but people just call my Ozzy. I actually can be a bit useful. I know several languages and am fully fluent. I can do research jobs, writing, transcribing. And if you just need an extra pair of hands, I can make myself into a pretty fast courier. So yes, if I can work for my bread, as it is said, I will not let you down." He said with a big proud grin.

The Legend of Gobbledygook

The Little Spider makes a Some Big and Some Small Friends

A leg at a time in a dance of colors as the little spider approaches. A little tap tap tap upon the soft grass and soil. A pale face, a happy grin, and a claw upon his hat. He gives it a tip, just a little upon the elastic of the band. His head low. It's how he should greet a customer, and particularly one so imposing. The cowled woman towered over him, though not so quite as she upon the fairy, still looking upon the despair that is the sweet innocent creature that lies in stone. Regardless a customer was a customer. Make sure to treat them as valued and respected. It was simple Spinster conduct.

The woman in a cowl with terrible curved blades had picked up Ribbit, his bear... thing. It didn't look much like a frog, but it didn't look much like a bear. It was just patches and stitching and cute button eyes with a permanent smile that looked up happily into the eyes of the Lady Leaza in friendship and understanding.

Having her clutch Ozzy's dropped belongings he made sure to do quick little scans for his fabrics and clothes. He tried to remain composed, but there was just so many to grab and stuff and fold back into his basket. He was blushing, how embarrassing it was for him to be so clumsy.

And a moment later she was upon them, his eyes trailing up her robes and cowl until he could see the darkness. He had a hand woven toque in his claws. She was bigger and quite unsettling up close.
He gulped, his beady eyes beadier. She had greeted him and he nearly dropped the clothes folded in his arms when she demanded he give her a proper name. He was to open his mouth but then his eyes blinked. His head dipped to the side. "Lady Laeza? She of the Crossing, Lady Laeza?" The realization came with an almost curious grin as she offered Ribbit back to him and as he spoke he only seemed to be more delighted as if seeing a wonder.

"Me mum tells me great tales and wonderful stories, of things large, small, and full of good glories.
She told me to behave lest She of the Crossing, who knows of my soul and is always watching.
Would accept a deal and take me away, if I don't listen and continue to stray.
Mum claimed that she had voice and touch that unlike ice, but I can hear from your voice, that you're probably quite nice.
My frog, I think, well her name there is Ribbit. She has a habit of falling cause she so likes to fidget.
Thank you for returning her, with buttons like gems, maybe I can offer this, cause I hope to be friends."

And with that the spider offered the Lady the toque in his claws while his other set of claws had taken Ribbit. After his little speech he did suddenly remember that isn't what she asked for and he suddenly blurted out. "My name is Ozzy! Lady Laeza..." He lowered his voice cause his name came out so loudly. "Ozzy Strings, at your service." He tried to do a little bow/ curtsy, thing with his long legs.

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Once the exchange was made and pleasantries passed, he would pipe in for just a quick moment. "Sincerest pardons Madame Lady Laeza. Someone else needs a smile. Just a moment if you please." Bowing before the Lady Leaza with his four hands cupped as if he was a butler of some sort. He excused himself but only for a moment to direct his attention to the others that were in need of his particular skill, namely the subject in the room. While it seemed quite rude to talk about someone so nearby, particularly when she couldn't talk back, he thought it more rude that they'd ignore her. It was even more rude that he take from his basket into his hands as he approached the bust that was the Gobbledygook with the intention of placing it upon her head, BUT it was rudest of all to not offer such a gift and leave the poor thing bare.

"Though I wish I could do more, so she be consoled, this is all I have to ward off the cold."

Ozzy placed upon the Gobbledygook a simple hat. He believed that so sweet and delicate a creature would appreciate a pink flower to contrast the melancholy. The bright fiberous weave would help her head stand out from the rest of her frozen form. Ozzy looked at the fairy, disheartened by the sight before her.
"Do not worry pretty fairy, you will see, we can get it back I think you'll agree." He gave her a big smile. It was a fangy smile, full of sharp teeth for biting, but the rest of his face was jovial, sincere, a little bit silly, and quite kind.

His mind then wandered to the old man, who appeared to be quite garbed. He had to ponder what would accessorize.

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall (Dark Fantasy Adventure) -=Remake=-

@Arthanus

Hey, me and Howl are working on a collab. Well try to interweave your posts into it.

Unless you want to join in?