is this rp still going or has this turned into people just talking about how they're doing in the game?
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Nerva couldn't help but laugh as his brother clambered up him to the overhead railing "strike a nerve? hehehe" He smirked up at Felice's angry and embarrassed face. He unhooked one of the rings from it's peg and swung it forward, skipping two pegs and hooking it on the third, he repeated the same swinging motion till he made it to the next platform. He turned around and looked up "Think you can make it down on your own?"
Nerva couldn't help but laugh as his brother clambered up him to the overhead railing "strike a nerve? hehehe" He smirked up at Felice's angry and embarrassed face. He unhooked one of the rings from it's peg and swung it forward, skipping two pegs and hooking it on the third, he repeated the same swinging motion till he made it to the next platform. He turned around and looked up "Think you can make it down on your own?"
'the few with me?' Nybras thought as the stranger left 'does he mean Moriko and the others? and the only one i've seen with some control over this place is Aku. is he that guy's father? or could he be the warden to the prison?'. He didn't get long to wonder before the air grew colder and the nearby flowers frosted over. He silently wondered if That was due to the stranger's father as well. He got up and began to head back through the garden, aiming to head back inside to escape the cold.
Arach Drevis
Arach walked along the small street through Fotanav, getting strange looks from most of the passersby. The Friitan was a rare sight in the small town. As he headed along the way, gently nudging people out of his way with his foreclaws as he went toward the market area, he passed the White Hart Inn. He stopped and glanced inside seeing some of the rowdy patrons. He'd heard about the White Hart and it's ale but alas, even if he wanted to, he could not enter as the door was too small, and short of breaking down a wall he had no other means of entry. He moved along with a sigh heading the rest of the way up to the market. Once there he looked around for a short time before finding an open space and, with a nod toward the Savaal stallkeeper that wasn't trying to shoo him away, he settled down. The packs and bags on his back clanked with the sudden shift and he propped his staff on the ground and against his shoulder, leaning on it. The position allowed him to act as a sort of makeshift stall, able to sell the odd and ends he's acquired in his travels right off his back as well as letting him rest his legs. He turned and opened a few of the bags so the items could be seen and His tail hovered over them to deter any would-be thieves.
Ramsys Haval
Ramsys pulled a few coins out of the small cloth bag on his belt and placed them on the stall counter before accepting the small sack of supplies. He'd stopped in the small town of Fotanev. With no current job he had no set destination but would continue west after a day or so if he didn't get tied up in anything before then. He turned away from the stall and began slithering along until he saw a Friitan that appeared to be setting himself up as a stall and a small trinket in one of it's bags caught his eye and he went up for a closer look, going so far as to lean on the Scorpion-man for a better examination. He kept staring at it until a grunt from the Friitan got his attention and he looked up to see the shopkeep watching him. He picked up the trinket and moved closer to the Human half of the man to pay for it. The exchange went on without a word and once it was done Ramsys went on his way with the little trinket down the street a bit to the White Hart. He headed inside and went along the edge of the room to avoid the drunken fight in the corner before slipping into a table off to the side. While sitting there he went between fiddling with the small necklace he'd bought or watching the fight across the room for entertainment.
Arach walked along the small street through Fotanav, getting strange looks from most of the passersby. The Friitan was a rare sight in the small town. As he headed along the way, gently nudging people out of his way with his foreclaws as he went toward the market area, he passed the White Hart Inn. He stopped and glanced inside seeing some of the rowdy patrons. He'd heard about the White Hart and it's ale but alas, even if he wanted to, he could not enter as the door was too small, and short of breaking down a wall he had no other means of entry. He moved along with a sigh heading the rest of the way up to the market. Once there he looked around for a short time before finding an open space and, with a nod toward the Savaal stallkeeper that wasn't trying to shoo him away, he settled down. The packs and bags on his back clanked with the sudden shift and he propped his staff on the ground and against his shoulder, leaning on it. The position allowed him to act as a sort of makeshift stall, able to sell the odd and ends he's acquired in his travels right off his back as well as letting him rest his legs. He turned and opened a few of the bags so the items could be seen and His tail hovered over them to deter any would-be thieves.
Ramsys Haval
Ramsys pulled a few coins out of the small cloth bag on his belt and placed them on the stall counter before accepting the small sack of supplies. He'd stopped in the small town of Fotanev. With no current job he had no set destination but would continue west after a day or so if he didn't get tied up in anything before then. He turned away from the stall and began slithering along until he saw a Friitan that appeared to be setting himself up as a stall and a small trinket in one of it's bags caught his eye and he went up for a closer look, going so far as to lean on the Scorpion-man for a better examination. He kept staring at it until a grunt from the Friitan got his attention and he looked up to see the shopkeep watching him. He picked up the trinket and moved closer to the Human half of the man to pay for it. The exchange went on without a word and once it was done Ramsys went on his way with the little trinket down the street a bit to the White Hart. He headed inside and went along the edge of the room to avoid the drunken fight in the corner before slipping into a table off to the side. While sitting there he went between fiddling with the small necklace he'd bought or watching the fight across the room for entertainment.
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@NekoJordan ill edit that when i get home from school
And would it be better to just say he saw Djura on a roster of foreign students or something?
And would it be better to just say he saw Djura on a roster of foreign students or something?
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@NekoJordan Djura is the same age as Hisoka...
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