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@godlyfantasy12 @mineralizedwritings @loopylin @princesachronicle22
Allen
“What is your name?” The other blueskinned creature asked.
“Well, my name according to my species’ naming system is Jer’alle’nuruodo, but you may call me Allen.” he told her.
[That long chunk of gibberish is not a joke. Their naming system works like that. His name in English is taken from the middle section, if you can find it.]
The most sullen-looking out of the humans (or whatever she was) snapped something he didn’t quite pick up at the red one-eyed creature.
Kinda reminded him of how some of the officers would do the same to him if he went within fifteen feet of them…..
“So who are you affiliated with? Empire? Rebellion? Are you just mercenaries?” he asked them.
(While he’s on the side of the Empire because of where his family stands, he does think what they are doing is wrong.)
Feather
“We would love nothing more than to leave this cursed place. Are you the magician who brought us here? Send us back to our own worlds!” Aurivis snarled.
Easton snickered. “Whoever said this was my fault? I didn’t ask to have a bunch of intruders show up here–especially not ones with magic metal sticks.” he teased, glaring at Crosshair, who glared back. “I’d happily send you all back home if I could.” He fiddled with his sword. “Or I could send you…well….do the inhabitants of different worlds go to different places when they die?”
(I’m going to pretend that he’s aware that they’re from different worlds, is that ok?)
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
How old is Dante btw?
That… is a good question. Maybe like 15-18 in human years? Idk.
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
@godlyfantasy12 @mineralizedwritings @keilah-h @princesachronicle22
Dante
Despite her attempt to seem tough, Corvina was clearly agitated about something. She repeatedly looked between the people in the group and… the torch? Was she scared of fire? Dante smiled in amusement. Corvina caught him looking at her.“Don’t you have more important things to do?”
Dante shrugged and turned his attention to the new guy. Apparently, his name was Allen. Eddie had her gun drawn but down at her side, and she was looking at him with her head cocked slightly. She handed Dante the torch back without looking at him.
“Empire?” She asked “Look… I don’t think we’re from the same world.”
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
I don’t write fights that often so I hope this is good…
Aurivis
“I’d happily send you all back home if I could.” Easton said. “Or I could send you…well….do the inhabitants of different worlds go to different places when they die?”
“Why don’t you find out for us?”
Aurivis snapped his jaws at Easton, who dodged, running around to the dragon’s left side. Aurivis flared his wings, catching Easton in the stomach and knocking him to the ground. He was up again in a moment. He held his sword, waiting for the dragon’s next attack. Aurivis stalked forward. Once he got close enough, Easton charged. Aurivis slipped to the side, but not fast enough. The sword slashed at his arm, and he roared in pain. He caught Easton with his front claw, and slammed him to the ground. Easton’s sword slipped from his hands and landed a couple yards away. He gasped, struggling to breathe under the dragon’s grip.
(Maybe Milo or Feather could step in now and tell Aurivis to stop?)
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
@esther-c @godlyfantasy12 (is there anyone else in your group?)
Uvah
Uvah yawned quietly, settling deeper into her comfortable bed. Her mind was still half asleep, trying to ignore the small rays of misty light filtering through her lids. Sliding her hand along the bed to rub at them she noticed that the material felt… wrong. Heavier and more silky than it was supposed to be.
Reluctantly she opened her eyes, frowning in confusion. Then they widened and she gasped. This was definatly not her bed. The large peice of furniture had a wooden pillar lining each corner and big pillows and a bigger blanket. She looked around the room, alarmed. The whole space was huge, and everything was square-ish, not rounded as it should be. It seemed to be made of more wood and stone than anything else.
A rug covered the floor and a large window sat to her left. Uvah looked down at the simple yet modest nightgown she still wore, what she didn’t expect to see was the satchel slung haphazardly across her shoulder. She didn’t remember going to sleep with that. Though she also remembered having gone to sleep in her room at her parents house. What was she doing here?
Uvah scooted off the bed, heading toward the large window. The glass was dotted with little droplets of water, making it foggy. She layed a hand on the smooth surface and squinted, trying to see past the evaporating rain. Tall trees, -maybe pine?- littered the ground far below. The sun seemed to have just peeked over the horizon.
She paced back to the bed, hand up to her chin in thought. Had someone brought her here? But why…?
Maybe it would be best to look for her… host? Or maybe kidnapper? Checking her sactchel, she was relieved to find that she had most of her herbs and hairpins still nestled in their designated pouches inside. Uvah set it open on the bed and pulled out the supplies needed to do her hair. It would be inproper to go out without her hair pinned up correctly.
It took about fifteen minutes for her to perfect it without a mirror. Vey’blen women had to learn to do without in such circumstances. Once she felt ready, Uvah packed up and headed for the large door on the wall opposite the window.
She pulled it open to find a looming hallway, filled with similar glass panes. She clutched her satchel strap and padded forward, bare feet prickling on the cold marble floor. Uvah wandered aimlessly, not sure of any particular layout. All she knew was that the structure seemed bigger than she could have possibly imagined. “Hello?” She called out, the words echoing back at her.
She started to think it might be best to retrace her steps before she got lost. At least that room was semi familiar. Uvah turned another corner and paused. There were several nearby paths. Which had I come from? She wondered.
Abrubtly, a loud banging erupted from a closed door next to her. Uvah jumped and stared at it, just as the door burst open.
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:@princesachronicle22 nope just us! @esther-c
Jocelyn
A young lady stood amongst the now broken pieces of doorframe, eyes wide. Everyone stared for a moment, before Jocelyn let out a loud, “Oh!”
She smiled, approaching gingerly. “Hello! I’m Jocelyn! Though, you can call me Lyn if you like.”
The stranger continued to stare at Lyn’s outstretched hand, perhaps confused as to what she was supposed to do.
Lyn tilted her head then shrugged. “Ah…sorry about the door…we got stuck for a moment.” Jocelyn stared at the wooden littering the ground.
“Who are you?” Ty asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion at the newcomer. Corie placed a hand on his arm.
“Ty…”
The introductions were interrupted however by what sounded like a cough from behind.
Everyone turned.
(Esther, hope u don’t mind me using Aloth a bit here. He just seems like a bit of a sleazy character.)
“Forgetting someone?” Aloth sighed dramatically, still standing in the dining room. Everyone glared, most probably still suspecting he was the one who’d somehow led them into this trap in the first place. Though how…they weren’t sure.
“Really…and after everything I’ve-”
Lyn’s eyes widened, finally noticing the bundle Aloth cradled in one arm. Her face flushed, heart dropping into her chest. She nearly pushed Ty into the now shattered doorframe as she stomped to the front of the group.
“Put. Him. Down.” She growled.
Aloth raised a brow. Then his eyes widened with recognition. He looked down at the bundle, two long tan ears sticking from it.
Lyn could hear Grimm muttering behind her as he realized what Aloth was holding.
Or rather, who.
“I’m not hurting him. Just didn’t want you to leave him is all!” Aloth said, a small smile twitching at the corner of his lips.
Lyn stared at the bundle, watching for any signs of movement. She held her breath, finally releasing it at the small raising of the kit’s stomach as he breathed.
If he was that out of it…
“Give him to me!” Lyn snapped, taking a step forward.
Aloth glanced at the group around him, and, realizing he was rightfully outnumbered, shrugged. Slowly…
Painstakingly slow….
He handed the barely moving bundle to Lyn.
She gently held the kit against her chest, moving the fabric enough to see the his labored expression.
Tears stung her eyes.
She was going to lose her best friend…
She looked up at Grimm, emerald eyes frantic. “Grimm…please…”
But he could only shake his head.
There wasn’t anything he could do.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 hey do u wanna RP? I figure Zlatan and Vulk can…disappear kinda like when everyone got separated and everyone can freak out for a second XD….
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebAND THEN return to Hans and Erich lol
OOF…
and then November will just be with Fin and Hans and Riker and Erich (not that that’s a bad thing because he has Riker and Fin but….Hans and Erich? Cuz Erich rn has yet to be redeemed)
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb- Rank: Chosen One
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@godlyfantasy12. Sounds like a plan to me! 😉 I’ll RP as the other group in a min, but first, lemme do A&D. And yeah…poor November, but at least he has Fin, Riker, and Jezyk (who is only a bit younger than November, btw!) and I don’t think Erich will hurt him at all…he’s more of an antagonist than a villain, tbh, and just more annoying than a threat, lol. XD
Dietrich
“Guess I’m still learning a bit Hm….?”
“You don’t need to apologize…it’s not your fault…” Dietrich whispered, rubbing his arm, biting his lip.
Arabella looked up at him.
Dietrich forced a smile. “Really…it’s not your fault…not at all…it-it’s okay…it’s just…something…something…else…” He glanced at Adolphus, who still had his gaze on his boots, and sighed, “…it’s just something else…”
Fin
“Riker, November, are you ready to go?” Fin asked, turning around.
Riker glanced at November, who nodded, and helped November stand.
Fin smiled and turned back around…only to see that Zlatan was gone.
Jezyk turned around too, and his eyes widened. “…Huh!? What…!? Where-where’d he go!?”
(you can have them meet up with Hans/Erich when you RP if you’d like. =D)
@freedomwriter76 k!
November
Zlatan…he was…
Gone…
November felt his pulse spike, anxiety hitting him like a stone. He wasn’t sure if he could keep his stomach in check any longer.
“Where did he go?” Jezyk cried, eyes wide.
November just stared, eyes wide, face pale. Riker was gasping, head turning to the left and right, as if looking to see if Zlatan had ran, though that wasn’t possible in his state…
“The castle…” November whispered.
Everyone turned to him.
“It…it took him.” November wasn’t sure how much of this he could take…
This castle…it seemed…sentient almost.
Taking people from their world and placing them here, only to take them back whenever it wished…
Separating them at a moment’s notice…
Who could control it…?
“November…it’s alright,” Riker whispered, wrapping an arm around the boy. November looked at him, wondering when he’d started shaking. “It’s alright…”
Slowly, he nodded.
“Why don’t we return to the others…” Fin asked softly. Jezyk’s eyes were still wide as Fin gently led him ahead.
The others…. Was…was Vulk gone too?
November squeezed his eyes shut.
What was to stop this castle from taking his friends? He’d never even know…
“Come on, November,” Riker said gently, leading November down the hall, leaving where Zlatan had last been….
November glanced back.
😭 I can feel the emotions going through my baby
also yall…
I just realized writing this…if our characters think the castle is bad guy…
Are we the bad guys…?
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76
Arabella
Dietrich seemed so…so upset. And Adolphus was utterly silent, not even looking her in the eye now…
“What is it?” She asked softly, laying a gentle hand on Dietrich’s arm. She watched as he flinched and immediately removed her hand, remembering when Paxton had done the same their first meeting.
“Please…you can tell me.”
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebFeather/Crosshair
“Why don’t you find out for us?” Aurivis snarled, snapping at the castle owner. (I think I forgot she doesn’t know his name in the last RP? Or maybe I didn’t, I don’t remember.)
The man slashed at him with his sword, but couldn’t get many slices in before the dragon pinned him to the ground. His sword skidded away.
“Aurivis, that’s enough!” Feather shouted, stepping forward. “You don’t need to kill him, and if your purpose was to intimidate him, you’ve done enough.”
Aurivis growled, but let the castle owner go. He stayed close, however, in case the man made a threatening move.
“We don’t want to be here any more than you want us to be here.” she told him. “We don’t have to be enemies. We can find what’s taking us here, then we can go home, and you can have your castle back.”
Crosshair kept his rifle aimed at the man’s head. “Unless you want a ventilation shaft in your skull. In which case I’ll happily give it to you.”
[I think that was his attempt at a joke….a rather violent one at that…..]
@godlyfantasy12 @mineralizedwritings @princesachronicle22Allen
“Empire?” asked the tailed alien. “Look… I don’t think we’re from the same world.”
“You aren’t?” Allen did know of several extragalactic planets which weren’t under the jurisdiction of either. Kamino, for example, and his home-world of Csilla, although he couldn’t remember any others off the top of his head. Which would explain why he’d never seen some of the alien species before.
He lowered his blaster. “Well then, you’re neither enemy nor ally of mine….yet. What are your names?”
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
milo
“Unless you want a ventilation shaft in your skull.” Milo’s eyes widened at Crosshair’s words. “In which case I’ll happily give it to you.”
He’d thoughts it was just Aurivis that was this violent, but apparently Crosshair was too. Milo tried to focus and spoke to the man Aurivis had let go of, still wary since he had attacked them, “Do you know how we can leave here?”
(Lil Milo who has never touched a weapon in his life trying to hang out with the cool kids)
@theloonyone Poor Milo, lol.
I’m just gonna hold off roleplaying until @loopylin gets a turn….?
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Aurivis
“Do you know how we can leave here?”
The man stumbled to his feet, breathing raggedly. He glared at Milo, but said nothing in response to his question.
“I don’t think the arrogant fool knows any more than we do.” Aurivis said, returning the man’s glare. He huffed and turned toward the others. “We will have to find another way out. Come. Let’s leave before anyone else is hurt.”
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
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