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She has the mind of six-year-old me, minus the purple dragons XD
"You need French Toast."
oh, and when you add Silvanis, you can probably add him in the same general area if you want him and Jaylen to meet.)
Okay. I’ll probably rp him tomorrow after I post a pic of him. It’s a pretty bad watercolor, but it’ll give you an idea of how he looks in this rp
I also just realized that how I imagine his fangs look like vampire’s. Oops.
"You need French Toast."
It looks worse than I remember but I’ll share it anyway….
@keilah-h @anyone"You need French Toast."
@rae nice! He looks really science-fiction-y, like something out of Tron, but without the glowing lines and stuff.
also I’m good with fangs, even if they look kinda like a vampire’s. I actually LIKE fangs. Maybe that has something to do with my sharp lower canines.
anyway I’ll RP for Hunter now.
Hunter
She looked straight up at him, her hands moving in some sort of sign language.
He didn’t know what it meant, but she was excited about the words on the floor, and she kept making a movement like flowers opening.
Perhaps she was saying the words he’d scratched in the dirt would grow plants and flowers in them, and that anyone who walked by here forever after would see “Hunter” and “Mayfly” written in weeds, and probably wonder where they came from.
Speaking of which……
He looked around. “Are we the only ones here?” he asked.
Despite the fact that there were houses and building scattered around, some dragon sized and some more fit for humans, he didn’t see anyone else besides him and Mayfly, and all of the structures seemed to be abandoned.
Were they alone? Or were they simply in an abandoned field, and there was civilization and sentient beings somewhere?
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Wyoh! I hate you!
Huh, that’s interesting cuz I’ve never seen more of Tron than a ten-second clip in which most my attention was on the motorcycle things.
I’m planning on redoing the Silvanis drawing now cuz I see it from my bed where I set it and his ear, his cheek, and his neck scream at me every time I look at him.
I also need to draw Ilsa. Speaking of which…
Oh, also I’m switching to third person since I feel like some of the first person parts pull me out of the six-year-old vibes. Works with Alpha, not with Ilsa.
Ilsa
Ilsa closed her eyes, hands facing the other houses with palms out. She scrunched her little eyebrows and concentrated.
Water. Life. I can sense them!
She opened up her eyes, and looked up at Hunter. She pointed, showed two fingers, then shrugged while scrunching an eyebrow.
There, two people, maybe?
Silvanis
Silvanis stretched. Traveling to other worlds always made him want to stretch. Hand set ready to pull out a throwing knife, Silvanis nonchalantly approached the large house near him while noting to himself.
Grass green. Two inches tall. House large. Naga large. Set on ground though not in a tree. No trees in immediate vicinity. Reading one vital sign in house. Two a little ways off and one farther away…oh, and it’s Tuesday. Okay, now I’m ready.
Silvanis pressed himself against st the frame if the door, before spinning around and opening it.
“Freeze! Wait…are you a Fettian?! I thought I was the only one around here! Bullets, another Fettian ruining my fun. Well, don’t say I’m breaking any rules at any point in time cuz I’m not despite popular opinion! Wait, are you actually a Fettian?”
Way to go Silvanis, you’ve just introduced yourself as a fool…oh wait, you are a one, right. I somehow forgot. (Yes, I love insulting Silvanis. We have a love/hate thing going on)
"You need French Toast."
…So I was wondering – should we have a main goal for the characters to head towards? I haven’t been part of a KP roleplay that has that, but this feels like one of those.
“Everything is a mountain”
@rae does he use “bullets” as an exclamation? That’s hilarious.
Jaylen
Someone barged in as she tried to figure out what exactly was going on.
“Freeze! Wait…are you a Fettian?! I thought I was the only one around here! Bullets, another Fettian ruining my fun. Well, don’t say I’m breaking any rules at any point in time cuz I’m not despite popular opinion! Wait, are you actually a Fettian?”
“Fettian?” Jaylen asked, flicking her wings in slight surprise. “I have no idea what that is….Well, I guess it’s you, but I have no idea what you are.”
She looked him over. He was significantly smaller than her, and wingless [no tail either, right?]. He had a long body, kind of snakelike, and ears with subtle points. When he’d talked, she’d noticed venom fangs, almost like hers. He had a sniper rifle on his back and knives strapped to various places on his body. He was wearing fairly ordinary clothes, and were it not for the ears, snaky body, and small size, he wouldn’t look too out of place defending the Teufort mines.
A fellow mercenary then?
She walked around him as she pondered, swishing her tail. He scowled at her.
“I’m not a Fettian, I’m a dragon.” she explained. “Are there any other dragons around? Maybe one that looks like me, but a male, or perhaps a lanky gold one with a stinger tail and a rifle a bit like yours?”
Hunter
“Two.”
Mayfly’s two fingers held up was one thing he could understand. Somehow she knew there were creatures in there.
He walked toward the house and peered through the window, shielding her with his wing, just in case the two were dangerous.
There was another dragon and a strange small humanoid, more or less human sized but weirdly shaped. The dragon had no weapons that he could see, but the humanoid was covered in them.
Hunter drew back from the window and decided to wait nearby, to see if they came out.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Silvanis
“Of course you’re a dragon! I’m not stupid, despite popular opinion. And no, no other dragons-” Silvanis stopped, looking around. “Well, minus the one outside. He doesn’t appear to have a rifle, but my vision can kinda get blurry through walls so don’t trust me. Can’t tell his color but doesn’t appear to have a feminine build. By the way, I’m Silvanis Snickerdoodle, the one nobody knows what to do with.”
And just a bit of Mayfly having fun…
Mayfly
Oh, that interesting tail! Mayfly giggled and laughed as she grappled Hunter’s tail. She pinned it, and then began to stroke the interesting texture, eyes wide with fascination.
Why she liks his tail, I’ll never know 😆😆
"You need French Toast."
Yes, I’ve been thinking about that for the past couple months. For whatever reason, skinwalkers ad hydras have been popping into my head every time I think about it…
I’ll begin brainstorming but for now let us set up our characters. Idk, maybe we make up someone who can get captured by a dragon and everyone goes to save them 🤷🏻♀️ Though I feel like that’s kinda cringe. Don’t worry, I’ll try to keep skinwalkers out to ensure everyone gets a good night’s sleep except me XD
"You need French Toast."
AHHHHHH NOT SKINWALKERS!!!!
*hides in corner*
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
I’d RP but I inspiration levels are at -5 right now.
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
Maybe they have to find a special macguffin in the middle of this fairy tale land, that will effectively send them back home? Like Oz? And creatures keep attacking them to protect the special artifact? Just spitting ideas here lol.
“Everything is a mountain”
@rae I love how you’ve just decided Mayfly will be her name for the rest of the RP lol
also what the toothpicks is a skinwalker and why is it terrifying????
Jaylen
“Of course you’re a dragon! I’m not stupid, despite popular opinion. And no, no other dragons-” The small creature looked around. “Well, minus the one outside. He doesn’t appear to have a rifle, but my vision can kinda get blurry through walls so don’t trust me. Can’t tell his color. By the way, I’m Silvanis Snickerdoodle, the one nobody knows what to do with.”
Jaylen chuckled. “Snickerdoodle? Where’d you get that name?”
He shot her a glare, and she curled her tail around her legs, regretting her words. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to insult you. Oh, and my name’s Jaylen by the way.”
She walked up to the window to see what Silvanis was talking about. The dragon in question wasn’t Jeremy, and it definitely wasn’t Mundy either. For a minute she thought it was her father, halfway disguised, due to the greenish scales, but as he moved, she realized this dragon’s hair was far longer, he wore a bandanna, and he had the long spikes of an Icewraith, not the chameleon-like tail of a shifting dragon. He also didn’t have any shimmery areas where the disguise didn’t perfectly match his body.
He did look familiar…but she couldn’t place him.
Hunter
Mayfly played with his tail as he waited.
Why was she so fascinated with it?
She didn’t have one herself, so that could be why……
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
I honestly don’t know much about them (I believe they’re from Native American mythology or something?), but the name instantly makes me think of the last place on the planet I’d ever want to go: Skinwalker Ranch (land of cryptid and UFO sightings, immortal zombie wolves, and balls of light that melt your dog [I really wish I was making this up, but I’m not]).
I don’t recommend researching it if you like sleeping at night.
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
@highscribeofaetherium yikes!!
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
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