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@e-m-trepke I have not.
oh btw, @keilah-h made a post of her charries meeting yours if u wanna add to it đ
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@e-m-trepke and if ur not sure how, itâs simple. Hereâs what u do, put the character ur writing as name like this
so for example-
Heth
(and then down here write like you would in his perspective. Then we pass it along as we get to the other personâs character. Make sense?)
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebJust write like youâd normally write (third person, first person etc)
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebHesh looked down at the two people before him. They seemed but children, albeit with an odd taste in clothing. What in the world were those disks? Â Quickly he got into characterâ they were already suspicious.
âHello,â he smiled carefully. âAre you new transfers too? Iâll admit I feel a bit⌠out of place. Iâm sure that will be remedied when I receive my uniform. Where are you to be posted?â He breathed inwardly. Would they accept his story? This was a delicate job, he couldnât afford to have a couple kids bumble in and compromise his scheme.We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good on, eh?
-The DoctorYes! I love both real and figurative cheesiness. Of course, he is not always cheesy, he can also often have a Grand-Admiral-Thrawn-like tone.
We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good on, eh?
-The DoctorAlready written
We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good on, eh?
-The Doctor@e-m-trepke Great!
“What??” Rinzler eyed him. “Transfers? We literally just showed up here. I have no idea what you are talking about.”
Feather’s hand was on her gun.(She has a sniper rifle, just so you know.)Â Â The man’s voice was too condescending for her taste. “I don’t want to hurt you.” she said. “I just want to know what this place is. Is there anyone else here?”
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@e-m-trepke You’re a Star Wars person?? Thrawn’s so creepy, but he’s also cool in an evil sort of way. He’s a great villain.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Hesh furled his eyebrows. âAre we not at one of the Emperorâs estates?â He had boarded a ship sailing to a high land of Yamazen and, though the trip had been brimming with mist and storm, the captain had assured him that they had arrived safely at their intended harbour.
He glanced around. Now that he was really looking, everything  seemed⌠off. He had not seen anyone except these two, the castle didnât fly the Empireâs flag, and the air smelled slightly sweet.
He clenched his skull. âThis isnât right,â he muttered. He looked up into the eyes of the strangers. âWho are you?â he asked. âWhere am I?âWe're all stories in the end. Just make it a good on, eh?
-The Doctor*watches from outside of world while waiting for others to RP XD.*
@denali-christianson WE MISS YOU#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebThrawn (or Mithârawânuruâodo) is, in my opinion, a very complex character. He, along with Darth Vader, is one of my favourite Star Wars villains.
We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good on, eh?
-The DoctorJocelyn & Nyx
âThis guy just gonna stare at us all day?â
âMaybe heâs the brooding silent type?â
They both shrugged and waited for a reply.
XD. Jocelyn and Nyx over here breaking the fourth wall JK JK
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
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#ProtectSebZoe
âWell, this is unexpected.â
Zoe stopped, if that was a possible thing to do since she was already standing still. She stopped breathing.
The voice came from behind her, a girlâs voice. Unfamiliar. But confident. [Malcolm]Â must have sent her. No one walked the halls of [Malcolm]âs castle without a purpose. Zoe felt it was safe to turn and look.
âWhoââ She hesitated, unsure the question was acceptable, the right one. âWhat does [Malcolm] want?â The strange girl stared at her with icy grey eyes. Zoe flinched a little when she stepped forward, black clothes moving smoothly with her body. Her hair was deep, wolf-ish black, as dark as the twinsâ or darker. Was she a wolf-changer, too?
Zoeâs eyes flickered back up to meet the girlâs, and she flinched again at the stone like quality in them. âWhat does [Malcolm] command of me?â
"[Write] today like there's no tomorrow!"
Corvina
The girl was a bundle of nerves, that much was obvious. Still, she was able to speak. Surprising.
âWhat does Malcolm command of me?â
Corvina quirked her lips. âSorry sweetheart, dunno who this Malcom character is.â Corvina studied the room she was in. Dark, but not as dark as the places she was used to. Actually, compared to home this wouldâve been considered a glorious vacation spot.
The girlâs glowing eyes looked confused. And scared. A look Corvina knew well. She often brought that look with her wherever she went.
âSometimes you wear it too.â Snickered the all too familiar voice.
Her voice. Pounding in the back of her skull. She clenched her fists, ignoring it.
âDoes this, Malcolm,â She picked at her nails, âOwn this place?â The girl gave no reply. She looked as though she wanted to run but her legs made no move. Corvina huffed. âLook kid, Iâm not with whoever you think Iâm with, okay? So letâs get those pleasantries out of the way.â
She marched forward, her cape flowing behind her. The girl flinched, cowering slightly. Corvina felt a slight nudge in her heart at the girlâs frightened expression, but she pushed it down. Deep down into her subconscious.
The part of her mind she locked away the things she had no time for.
âI am Corvina. And Iâm looking for someone. Another girl, about your age. Brown hair. Have you seen her?â
No reply. Yet again. This was not going the way Corvina had hoped. She sighed. Whatever. This was getting her nowhere.
Whoever this Malcolm character was had this girl scared stiff. She wasnât going to be any help to her. Corvina shook her head and turned to walk away, but she couldnât help glancing back at the girlâs frightened expression.
The dim candlelight made shadows dance across her face, illuminating her pale expressions.
Corvinaâs brows furrowed. Stupid girl. So held down by fear. It was such a shame, really.
Corvina was nothing like her. Nothing.
âYeaâŚkeep telling yourself that.â Her own voice hissed.
âShutâŚup.â She whispered through closed teeth. ButâŚ.something in her heart was biting.
She groaned, knowing she was going to regret this.
âHey, kid.â She turned back to the girl.
Her eyes widened, and she stood in the same position sheâd been in since Corvina had entered.
âWhatâs your name?â
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebHahahahaha! Sorry, I was working on my math and trying not to pay attention to my phone.
Ocran
The girl waved her hand as if she were talking to a fellow child. Extremely impertinent. Ocran glowered, but she remained undeterred.
“Hiya! Nameâs Jocelyn, and this hereâs my darling Nyx!â The Nyx creature bounded to it’s feet when she said it’s name. Ocran ground his teeth together in frustration. Who had taught this girl her maners?
âWe were wondering if youâve seen our friends anywhere! We just had an absolutely dreadful time walking through the dungeon, which, by the way, dunno if you own this place BUT, could use some sprucing up.â
She smiled at her Nyx and nodded as if agreeing with her own halfway intelligible, extremely unpolished ramble.
It was about time she was told her place.
“Missy, what do you mean by your impertinence?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “What are you doing here? You are not one of the servants. Are you a spy?”
Her little creature stepped in front of her and let out a hiss. As if it could actually do anything, such a tiny animal. It was like the Ra’ahrĂ in his last desperate stand in the gate of the ancient house.
Both were too weak to do anything.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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