Tybalt Capulet

Deadland Wasteland: //START Recruitment.exe [OPEN - APPLY]

@Aeonumbra
Alrighty then. Thanks anyway!

Coyote Hustle

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Siren's Plague (Slightly 18+)

Akono smiled widely, clapping the smaller man on the shoulder in what was meant to be a friendly gesture, but was perhaps a bit too forceful. "The best melee... I like this title! Perhaps I should introduce myself this way, no?" He shook his head, chuckling to himself, making more out of the comment than in really deserved.

"I'll be honest with you, Necromancer. I wasn't sure about you when I saw you approaching. I don't think much of meddling with the dead. But then, you seem a decent sort of fellow. Perhaps it is a snap judgement, but I believe we will get on just fine. I'm a good deal less sure about the Elf-Man. He seems far, far too confident by my measure. Anyone as sure of himself as that man is either a fool, or dangerous. Or, in this case, perhaps both." The dark giant mused idly, his intent less to speak his mind about the de facto group leader, and more to gauge the Necromancer's opinion of the man, and to test how willing the slim magicworker was to speak openly and confide in a near-stranger.

"Here. Let me pay for a drink for you. Then, with ale in our stomachs, good cheer will come easily, I think. The pretentious Elf-Man may be more willing to put up with our presence if he believes we are getting on well." He waved for a mug of the tavern's home brew, then shook his head with a long-suffering look as he sent the buxom serving girl back to fetch a larger mug. She returned with an enormous flagon, better-suited to serving a table than one man. Akono smiled widely, a fearsome, yet cheery sight, and pushed a thick coin down the bar to her, adding "That should cover it, and whatever my friend here wants." He placed particular emphasis on the word "friend", punctuating it with another good-natured, if painful clap on the shoulder.

Deadland Wasteland: //START Recruitment.exe [OPEN - APPLY]

@Aeonumbra Should I post in the IC, and if so, would Lea reasonably be with the scav crew, or should I put him back at base?

Long May They Reign [Whispers x Tybalt]

PRINCE CRISPIN

Crispin's eyes lit up at the sight of his betrothed. Arranged marriages were a fact of life, and hardly expected to be agreeable to all parties; yet seeing the Princess of Navarre was a rare treat for the young Prince. He smiled widely at the sight of her, stepping free of the protective presence of his guardsmen to draw near to her. Every stretch between their meetings was far too long... he longed to be married, that such stretches might be banished to distant memory. At Lord Peter's comment, he grinned conspiratorially, and commented "I do believe she becomes more so at every encounter!"

Facing the Princess eagerly, he spoke. "My lady Emmanuelle! It has been far too long! I trust your journey was pleasant?" He closed the distance between them and lifted her hand to his lips, wishing he could do more, but recognizing quite acutely the necessity of propriety, especially in the presence of so many noblemen and women. He took a half-step back, looking his bride-to-be up and down and trying his best not to smile like a fool.

His smile faded like a leaf in fall at the mention of the King. "My father... is not well. The maesters of medicine have done all they can, and we pray that he improves, but it is in the hands of the gods at this point." He did his best to retrieve his positive expression, and said "But let us not dwell on such unfortunate subjects! My father would hardly wish to see your countenance downcast so." He spoke formally, royal training kicking in just in time to keep his composure balanced. His left hand fell to the pommel of his dress sword, and he straightened up just slightly, looking quite kingly, if a bit young.

"I fear that I have forgotten my manners in my joy at your arrival. Would you and your handmaidens care to join me for a midday meal in the banquet hall?" He lowered his voice and leaned in closer, so as to keep his words unheard by the nobles observing. "And then, perhaps, tea in my quarters?" He punctuated the statement with a quite-unkingly wink, hinting at his boyish nature belied by his more formal mannerisms.

BARONESS SABINA OF FELWENT

Baroness Sabina stepped down from the carriage with a contented sigh, happy to have a chance to stretch her legs after the lengthy journey. She smiled at the interaction between the Prince and Princess. The two were clearly very much in love, and the sight brought back fond, if increasingly distant memories. These memories soured slightly once she caught sight of the man she'd known would be present, yet hoped might not be.

Peter. Lord Peter Medici. Schemer, court manipulator, puppetmaster... and for a glorious, passionate time, now nearly forgotten by other members of the court, her secret lover during the years of her now-deceased husband's unfaithfulness. This was the only man to have ever truly touched her heart so directly, and it pained her that looking upon him now was such a bittersweet experience. Even so... she couldn't allow old grudges to confuse her perception of the events before her. The Prince and Princess were together once more, and the wedding was growing nearer by the day.

Sabina nodded in acknowledgement of the Lord, but frowned slightly at how closely he stood to the Prince. It would not do for Medici to have such close counsel with the Prince, especially with how inexperienced in courtly intrigue the boy was. She would have to look out for the boy as well as the soon-to-be Queen.

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Mason scowled slightly at the brusque response, but took the hint, and made his way back to the main area, shuddering both at the sunlight and the boy's unnerving eyes. Apparently his cabin-mate was some kind of zen giant, and the most unnatural of anyone he'd run into yet, excepting perhaps the little people that stuck together for the most part.

It was a strange moment, realizing that no one else seemed to be as monstrous as he. A few girls seemed pale, and had slightly evident canines, and the doll-looking children were bizarre, but nothing so fearsome-looking as his natural state. It was a fearful realization. He had expected to be the most normal one there, but it was looking more and more likely that this would not be the case. Indeed, unless he was mistaken, he was quite possibly the most monstrous of the campers here.

It was at this moment that Mason made a decision. He had to learn how to keep his true form in check. If these people saw him in his full-gargoyle state, they would surely ostracize him, and he couldn't take that chance. He'd just have to keep to the shade and hope that the night wasn't too inviting.

Eventually, despite his reflection, he made his way back to the check-in area, where he sighted the doll-like girl he'd noticed earlier. Where was the male one? Hmm. It hardly mattered. He started in that direction, then noticed a pink-haired girl beginning conversation with her, and began to change direction to avoid too large of a commitment to conversation. With another glance, though, he noticed that the older girl was... quite cute. His natural instincts kicked back in, and he was drawn to the attractive young lady like... well, like a teenaged boy to a cute girl.

With an impressively well-mannered cough, he interrupted the conversation between the two, and put on his best show of well-meaning confusion, smiling congenially and attempting to put forth an image of someone who was lost, but willing to put forth an effort to find his way. This wasn't remotely difficult, as that was almost exactly his situation.

"Pardon me, miss and miss. I'm new here, and I'm afraid I don't know anyone. Do you know where we're supposed to be at the moment?" He put forth one hand to shake, quite ignoring the smaller girl, who he pegged as a younger sister to some camper, likely not to stay for the full camp. "I'm Mason, if that helps any." He did his best to let only the slightest hint of his accent through, as he found that too much made him unintelligible, while a taste of the French curl to pronunciation functioned almost like a spice, adding flavor to his otherwise-unremarkable sentences.

@candlelitcraft@Tenma Tendo

Coyote Hustle

My Hider

Name - Mira Streetwalker

Age - 22, though looks no older than 18.

Species - 1/4 elf, 3/4 human.

Gender - Female
Appearance - Average height, lean hourglass figure, long red hair, light skin.


Personality - Confident, take-charge, assertive. In any situation, likes to make it clear that even if she is not the leader, she isn't to be ignored or commanded. Constantly vigilant and on-guard.

History - Born to a whore and an actor, she pursued her mother's profession with a passion, and eventually realized that a man with his pants down was quite vulnerable, especially to someone with the skills to take advantage of it. Since then, she has worked as a contract killer as well as a harlot, and derives pleasure from perfecting both arts. Despite her talent, she is quite unknown to most, which makes her jobs all the more simple.

Equipment - Two long knives, makeup and hair/skin dye, anti-conception charms and drugs, steam-powered pistol, hidden in brassiere pocket.

Powers - Expert seductress, skilled in assassination-style combat, but not in actual fighting.
Activity - I can usually be on from about 10-12 Pacific time, as well as other times throughout the day, depending on how busy I am. I'm much more available during the week than on weekends.

Dark Fantasy.

Heyo! I like this a lot, but I'm not sure if I can keep up with the whole color-coded text thing for typing. Is that okay, or would it be a dealbreaker?

I really love the concept, particularly the thought of character growth, and abilities not determined by the participants.

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@ReusableSwordThat'll totally work!