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Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Hearing Cecil talking the way he was, all stuttery and awkward, made the girl feel uncomfortable. She kept flipping between being scared of him and feeling sorry for him, and it was giving her a headache. She poked her toe at a mark on the floor, not looking up again until they started to leave. "It's not like we're in a hurry," Amuné complained yet again to Ethan. "You said you missed your friend, so it's not like waiting to clear things up would make you much later than you already are." But nobody wanted to listen to her, and she frowned as Ethan helped her up on Jorvind.

The child watched Geoffrey and Zander, giggling when the healer landed on his rump. She perked up when Geoffrey started playing his instrument. It wasn't the music she'd been hoping to hear that evening, but it was something at least. He seemed alright, really, though she would still rather he wasn't coming along.

She was surprised when Ethan leaned against her, trying to look at him without causing him to slip off. Amuné supposed he was far more tired than he'd been letting on. After all, he'd been fighting hard, and used strong magic. They were all worn out. Geoffrey came forward and suggested he go retrieve their abandoned weapons, and she gave him a shy smile when he winked at her. But she tensed when he suggested she ride with him, and pulled one of Ethan's hands so it wrapped around her. "Nu-uh, I wanna ride with Ethan," she told him, her voice a sulky whine. "And lying is bad, we shouldn't do that! Mommy and Daddy say lying is wrong." She was pleased that Ethan didn't say she should go ride with Geoffrey instead, and squeezed the hand she held.

A distant growling that soon turned into a roar, making the girl hunch forward and clap her hands over her ears. "It's loud," she complained, though she was less irritated when she saw the person riding the strange contraption. How lucky that Norman was here, when Cecil was having trouble, but how had he gotten here so fast? She grimaced when the ship was mentioned, her moot plummeting. She'd not been too happy to begin with, and between that and the reminder of the day's tragedies, she had no interest in the odd metal horse the mechanic rode, and very little in what he had to say.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

@Vena Sera I was thinking about posting, but you can go ahead while I work on a couple other things, and I'll write the rest of my post after yours. ^.^

Wings Askew

@Wishful Stray O.o What the heck are you doing over here?

...Are you stalking me~? =P

EDIT:
HOLY CRUD, it's a Gowi. Clearly there is stalking of some sort going on. ^.^;;

Shard Seekers

@Sodium I feel you, but look! What light through yonder (browser) window breaks? It is a post!

Wings Askew

@Alina13 Ah, alright. I don't know about Mokley, but I'd prefer an unbiased description of your char. One of my chars is a child, and for a sheet with her, I'd say she believes her mother is the world's best healer, not that her mother is the best healer. A character who is stuck up I would describe as feeling everyone else is beneath her, not that they really are. Doing so will make it clear that you're deliberately invoking and deconstructing the overused version of such traits.

Wings Askew

@Alina13 You're missing the important question. I've seen this type of character played different ways, some of them very well. The concern is you dictating how Nikki, for example, feels about you. That's generally in poor taste. You say how Eden acts, and I tell you what Nikki thinks about it.

We're more concerned with the fact that self-insert characters often create problems, and mean that criticism of the character is taken personally. Also, you completely neglected to answer Mokley on whether the sheet is from Eden's point of view, or your own. The way you're coming across is consistent with a certain type of person, and while you may be a lovely person and a skilled rper, many of us have unpleasant experiences with that sort of person in the past.

Unquiet

@Wishful Stray I had Mokley clarify the layout of things for me; let me quote it for you.

The characters are in a large room filled with coffins up the walls. The "god" is standing at the front. Behind and to the god's left is an arched doorway that leads into a hallway. At the end of the hallway is a bright room, in which is a young woman singing.

At the beginning of the RP, the ogre was also in this room. Since then, the ogre has knocked down another wall in the room and escaped outside. The ogre has walked around the outside of the Stone and is now standing on the other side of a half-knocked-down wall.

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Imagine you're in the middle of the room, facing the god. To the right of the god is the hallway to the singing room. To your left is the broken door to the outside. To your right is a wall full of coffins. Behind you is a half-fallen wall with rubble that can be climbed, and the ogre is on the other side of that wall.

The floor has basically all collapsed. The only place to stand is against the walls.

So there's two ways, I think. One is to the outside, the other one has a hole to the area beyond the crumbled wall, and that's where Amune and the glowy girl are. Actually, looking at things now, it looks like the people climbing up the crumbled wall aren't facing the outside, but another section of the Stone? @Mokley clear that up, perhaps?

The Twelve Labours: General Discussion

@Terminal Ah, I see. Yeah, the audience has no way of knowing about the other things I've written that span both "sides" of the page -- plot ninjas are from that, and from NaNoWriMo where they originated. Should have considered that better. ^.^;; If I'm going to use something from another work, no matter how well established, it's best to make sure it fits well, instead of just going with it. Plot ninjas, and the other side of the page as a whole, are familiar to me, but I do look like a bit of a nut if I reference them without explanation, even if it is how I generally characterize my whole process.

Thank you.

Unquiet

@Wishful Stray So your char is heading outside, as opposed to inwards toward where Amune went? If that's the case, I'm gonna wait on Mokley to post before I go again.

Wings Askew

((collab with @chukklehed))

Nikki’s proposed shortcut was indeed shorter, even though Blank didn’t follow quite as fast, needing to keep an eye on where he stepped instead of knowing the safe spots by heart as the young woman clearly did. Nonetheless, the pair made excellent time to the castle. However, instead of heading for the training grounds once they were past the wall, she made for the kitchen door. The head cook, a giant of a man with broad shoulders and nut-brown skin, greeted her moments later. He had a strong voice, and while he seemed suited to his apron and the dusting of flour on his front, he would likely be no more out of place at a forge. “Nikki!” he exclaimed, teeth shining white in his dark face. “What trouble are you up to today?” The young woman grinned back. “Nothing much, Delshad~ Gaius is going to see the king! And I was thinking I could...ah...look in as well.”
“He might not be pleased with that, Nikki,” the large man cautioned.
“True, but he’d have to notice me first,” she replied blithely. Delshad shook his head. “Ah, I know it is useless to try to convince you not to try,” he replied, switching his gaze to Blank. “You poor lad, I have no idea how you keep up with her. But do try to keep her from getting in too much trouble, yes?” Amusement glittered in his dark eyes. “And here, before you go.” A massive hand held out a small pasty to each of them. “You in particular need to put more meat on those lanky bones of yours,” the man said to Blank.

Blank smiled sheepishly and gratefully accepted the food. “Thank you, Delshad, I’ll do my best.” He lingered for a moment, uncertain. Delshad handed out extra food like it was going out of style, but Blank always felt a little guilty for taking something he hadn’t worked for. The cook wouldn’t hear it when he tried to pay for it though, so he was at a loss. He did turn to follow Nikki again though, waving one last time to the friendly chef.

By the time he caught up with her, Nikki was almost to the stairs. She was moving a bit more slowly now, making sure her footfalls were quiet. “C’mon, if we go to the gallery, we’ll be able to listen in without being seen~” she told him softly, before continuing on. The few guards were easy to avoid -- this was not her first time slinking about the castle, and inside had far fewer roaming soldiers than out. She knew their posts, and paths to avoid them. The gallery itself wasn’t someplace she’d been more than a couple times, mostly because the throne room was primarily for business (or so she believed). But if Gaius had been summoned, maybe it would be interesting -- he was a knight, after all. And besides, if she knew what he would be doing, it was likely an opportunity would present itself for a prank. The teen could already see the irritated set of his shoulders and tilt of his helmet. She grinned.