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Alright, can’t wait to see it!
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Is this RP pretty active?? And is there a place I can jump in?? I have a new couple from my new WIP that would be fun to play around with 😝
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
It hasn’t been active for a pretty long time but me @theshadow and @keila-h are actually just about to revive it with a new storyline and things!
Totally forgot to write the first RP though…
But you should totally introduce your charries and hop in before I write it!
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:It hasn’t been active for a pretty long time but me @theshadow and @keilah-h are actually just about to revive it with a new storyline and things!
Totally forgot to write the first RP though…
But you should totally introduce your charries and hop in before I write it!
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:Okay yay!! I think I’ll introduce them later today! <33
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Yay, new person joining!!
No pressure or anything, but do you think you’ll have that first RP out soon? It’s okay if you need more time.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”I was gonna let esther-c introduce her charries first, but yeah I’ll try to get on it soon! I’ll be working most of today but hopefully I can find time for it somewhere
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:Oh, okay, if you’d prefer to wait then that’s fine too!
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”@theshadow @keilah-h @esther-c
Okay I wrote like half of it, I’ll try to get to the rest when I have more time later today!
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:@theshadow @keilah-h @esther-c
Okay! Finally got to it!
TINDER
The sand was everywhere. Tinder choked on it, hacking in an effort to dispell the grating particles from her throat. Pushing from the mound of wet beach she’d woken up on, Tinder flopped on her back and sucked in gulps of sand-free air. Feeling slowly returned to her aching body, and soon she could feel the lapping of waves against her toes. Her brows furrowed as she tried to engage her waterlogged brain. What happened…? Her memories were hazy and covered in seasalt. There was the ship… then the angry waves of a storm swallowing her whole. She’d fallen overboard.
A loud groan erupted to her right, and Tinder screwed her eyes shut. Right. She’d fallen overboard with him. As if being stranded wasn’t bad enough. She turned to see him dragging himself from the shore, wet clothes clinging to his every plane. As she brushed sand from her tattered trousers, readying to get up herself, his hand appeared before her face. “Oh so now you’re a gentleman,” she said, accepting the hand with a roll of her eyes.
He cocked a mocking brow. “Only for you. Do keep it quiet, I have a reputation you know.”
She ignored the way his voice rolled over her sand scraped skin like a balm, dropping his hand and stepping away. His gaze dipped over her, giving a cursory glance before freezing near her shoulder. “What?” she demanded.
“Your wing,” his blue eyes went dead serious. He reached forward as if to touch the delicate membrane before letting his hand fall.
“What do you mean my–” she cut off as she flicked the wings, a bolt of pain shooting through her nerves.
“One of them is torn,” his mouth flattened into a frown, and Tinder tried not to let panic overtake her. It rose like bile in her throat, feeling worse than the burning sand from earlier.
“Where?” she asked, voice sharper than a knife.
KORIAN
Taking her arm, Korian pulled her over to a moss laden boulder lining the shore. He wasn’t sure exactly where they were, as the dense and brooding forest beyond the beach looked nothing like the paradise that was Tinder’s home, the Isle of Never. Not to mention that if it were the Isle, surely a host of faerie scouts, kaman beats, or sirens would have killed him the moment he dared breathe on their precious soil, leaving Tinder to dance happily upon his grave.
He studied the faerie now, from the way her blonde hair stuck out in soggy clumps from her ocean addled hair, to how her skin shimmered in the morning sun or how she hunched slightly, her teeth gritting at every twitch of her wings. Setting her gently on the rock, he moved behind her to take a better look at the injury. Korian couldn’t help noticing how tense her body became, tightening more with each inch he drew nearer. “It’s your left wing,” he whispered, breath ghosting over her shoulder. He didn’t dare touch the wing without consent, afraid both for her and of her. Though never would he admit to either fact.
Regardless, something had to be done. “I’m going to need to wrap it, so it doesn’t tear more.”
Tinder nodded rigidly. He reached for his trousers, only to grimace at the sand coating them. He wished he had something cleaner, but it seemed little had made it with them when they’d washed ashore. At least he had his sickle blades fastened tight around his waist. He used one to tear off a strip of cloth, shaking it off before bringing it towards her wing. She might as well have been the wooden figure carved on his ship for all she moved, barely even breathing as he slowly wound the fabric around the delicate membrane. It was only moments, yet it felt like an eternity before he finally backed away, finished. “There,” he said.
Finally the woman unfroze, a sigh heaving from her body. Rising from the rock, she looked anywhere but at him, surveying the towering trees and foreboding foliage.
“Any ideas where we are, Tinker?”
“You’re the sailor who’s traveled the world, you tell me.”
He followed her gaze. “I don’t recgonize it. Maybe next time you drag us into the sea I’ll remember to look at a map first.”
“Wonderful,” she huffed. “Not only am I stranded stars know where, but I can’t even fly away and ditch you.”
Korian’s lips twitched. This was going to be an interesting adventure.
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:Hurrah, and so the adventure begins!
Trevor
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!” Trevor screamed as the sky fell away from him and branches crashed against him. A blend of green and brown consumed his vision, and Trevor had the sense to shield his neck from the branches.
His back hit the first solid branch. Trevor’s orientation completely changed, his feet facing the ground. He grasped for a branch, and found one.
Trevor caught his breath, hanging in the air for a second.
“Ow.” He muttered, and then the branch let out a snap and Trevor found himself falling again.
Oh great. He thought, staring at the tree trunk as it zoomed by. Before he knew it, he and the ground had their first introduction, and it wasn’t a pleasant meeting.
“Ow.” Pain rattled in his feet, and Trevor collapsed to the ground. He lay there for a moment, reconsidering the entire course of his life. He almost began to laugh when there was a gasp.
“Are you alright, Trevor?” Trevor turned on his back and found himself staring up at Azalea.
Her vibrant blue eyes transferred Trevor’s focus from his pain to the concern shown within them. He sat up, conscious of how ridiculous he probably appeared. Azalea bent down, “Not too fast. You could be injured.”
“No, everything’s fin-“ Trevor winced at the pain and laughed.
“Where does it hurt?” Azalea asked.
“Just my feet. I fell from the sky. How silly is that?”
“Is anything broken?”
“I don’t think so. Thank God. Where are we?”
Azalea shook her head, “I don’t know. I just woke up over there (here she pointed to a large oak) and that’s about it. Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Of course. Give me a hand up.” Azalea took his hand, helping Trevor as he struggled up. “Thanks.”
“My pleasure.”
“Now let’s see where we are and what the heck we’re doing here. And let’s start…” Trevor took a step away from Azalea, extended his hand, and pointed. He spun round once, and his finger landed in a direction facing north.
“Alright, that’s where we’ll start.”
“How scientific.” Azalea said, a small smile pricking the corners of her mouth.
“There’s no other way to tell where we’re going. Come on.”
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Ahaha, love it!
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:@princesachronicle22 @theshadow @esther-c
these two get chucked into all the roleplays haha, I doubt they’re enjoying it but whatever, they can handle it
Huntress
My eyes snapped open as I became aware of dusty gravel beneath me. A familiar feeling…but the sky above me wasn’t the Teufort Moon’s, judging from the lack of any other planet shadowing us.
I sat up and looked around. Where the heck am I?
The terrain here was rocky and barren, but I could see a forest–south of me judging from where the sun was in the sky, assuming this planet had a typical east-to-west rotation, as well as a beach to my left. The surroundings reminded me of the unnamed Argon System world that the Classic Team had taken our team to.
A distant snarl cut off any further thought.
Wait a minute, I recognize that voice…
I rounded a boulder to find Sniper tangled what was either exceptionally strong seaweed or the remains of a net. His tail just barely touched the ground and swiped up dust as he thrashed in an attempt to free himself.
He stopped for a second when he noticed me. “Huntress? What are you doin’ ‘ere?”
“Trying to free you, that’s what. You got your knife on you?” I asked.
He twisted around and pointed to where his weapons lay on the rocks as if they’d fallen from somewhere.
I picked up his blade, took my own in my other hand, and slashed through the odd netlike substance in two places. He hit the floor, stood up, and shook himself off. “Much better.” He looked around, probably as confused as I was. “Do ya recognize this planet? I don’t, and I’ve seen lots of ’em in my time.”
“No.” I admitted.
“Huh.” he said. “Well, no one’s tried to kill us yet, strange tangly stuff notwithstandin’, so I’d say whatever brought us ‘ere wants us alive.” He squinted at the beach in front of us. “Looks like there’s somethin’–or someone–way down there.”
I followed him as he picked up his rifle and strode down toward the sand, both of us trying our best to not look like a threat but still show we were capable of killing if we had to.
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
Lol, thanks.
Poor guys should get used to it at this point XD
Emmerich
A hot, grainy substance burned Emmerich’s hands. He moved his hands and sat up, the ground beneath shifting slightly. It was a brownish yellow color, and incredibly uncomfortable.
Gazing round, Emmerich caught sight of Rosalind, who stood several feet away.
“Rosalind,” Emmerich called, standing up and coming to her side. The ground moved with his leather boots, and caused a sort of uneasiness to arise in the knight.
After Emmerich inquired if she was alright and Rosalind assured him she was, Rosalind took a moment to glance at
the water that stretched out before them, a shimmering blue and green interweaved into one mass. Waves rolled in and out in a rhythmic manner.
“I do not know how we came to be here. Do you?” Rosalind asked.
“No. This substance is foreign to me.” Emmerich responded, gesturing to the ground.
Rosalind studied it. “I believe it is called sand. My father once went on business to France, and I came with him. We saw the English Channel. The ground looked much like this.”
“Perhaps I have heard of this then, but only in stories.” Emmerich looked up suddenly. “We cannot be in Terre. The country is surrounded by land.”
“Where is my brother?” Rosalind asked suddenly.
Emmerich surveyed the sand, and found nothing. “I did not see him when I woke up.”
Rosalind called for him and Emmerich joined, but to no avail.
“Perhaps Percival is with him.” Emmerich reassured Rosalind. A pervading sense of failure nagged his conscience and compelled him to apologize.
“No, no, Emmerich, it is not your fault. Bertram will be alright if Percival is with him.”
“Then I must carry on my duties of protecting you.” Emmerich caught movement somewhere on the sand beyond. “Look.” He indicated the point where he had seen the people. “We must be careful.” Emmerich placed his hand on his sword hilt, “They may know something about this place. Stay behind me.”
Rosalind nodded and followed after, the two making their way to the people ahead.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”@theshadow for real lol
i need to rp tomorrow, if I don’t yell at me or post an image or something
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
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