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Ok, I’ll introduce my character.
Saoirse (seer-sha) (no last name atm)
I’ll make her seventeen here, though she’s normally closer to twentyish.
She has light gray hair and light eyes, almost clear white in color, and pale skin scattered with freckles. She’s only about 5’1”. She’ll either be wearing an elegant dress or a rough tunic, trousers, and boots. She always carries at least one knife on her.
She’s usually pretty stoic most of the time, though she can be pretty friendly once she starts warming up to people. She’s very loyal to people she trusts.
I guess that’s all…??
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Saoirse (seer-sha)
I…what! I am so confused by these linguistics.
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What language invented such a ridiculous spelling?
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@jonas It’s Irish
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
Oh jinx
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
I think fire starters were banned…?
Well, technically, Caly only said open flame, so Dante isn’t really breaking any rules unless he takes out his lighter and starts playing with it again
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
K, I’m just going to dump her in dance lessons cause everyone else seems to be there lol. I’ll make her thief Saoirse rn, I think she’ll be more fun than lady Saoirse, though she’ll probably switch at some point.
Saoirse
Saoirse walked purposefully past the desk and the woman standing behind it.
“Hang on.”
“What?” Saoirse asked.
“Boots aren’t allowed inside.” The woman said.
“Where does it say that?” She demanded.
The lady wordlessly handed her a flyer and pointed to the fine print at the bottom of the page. It was a list of forbidden items.
Saoirse read the list. It had absolutely zero text on the prohibition of sharpened metal objects meant for stabbing and thrusting. Quite the oversight, on the part of the organizers. Boots, as well as almost every other type of shoe Saoirse had ever heard of were on the list. What was she supposed to wear, slippers? “I don’t have any other shoes.” She told the lady flatly, “I’m not going to step on anyone’s toes. I’m not so poor a thief as that.”
The lady’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at the word ‘thief.’ “What –” She began.
“Er, I probably shouldn’t’ve – You know what, I’m just going to go…” She dodged around through the doors before the woman could stop her.
The building was full of people. Many of them were in pairs and were practicing dancing. She ducked against the wall, hoping the lady wouldn’t care enough to come looking for her.
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Anyone feel free to have their charrie approach Saoirse (only if you want them to)
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Did you get that name from Song of the Sea? I always think of that movie whenever I hear the name.
Technically. 😉
“Everything is a mountain”
No, I didn’t. I have watched that movie though. I remember it being good.
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@whalekeeper @highscribeofaetherium
Song of the Sea is so good! I just got it and The Secret of Kells and Wolfwalkers all on dvd for Christmas and I’m so excited
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
@highscribeofaetherium @loopylin
It’s so good!! A lot of my style was inspired by that movie. It doesn’t actually seem that way, reading my writing XD But you know my name, Whalekeeper? Comes from a WIP partially inspired by Song of the Sea.
“Everything is a mountain”
So, um… here is some conflict? Whoever wants to help may help. Or my charries can do it on their own. (I always feel entitled, adding subplots to roleplays 😅😭)
@rae asked about this 🩷Babs
Cal gave Babs a warm, loving hug. He whispered in her ear, “Thanks for dancing with me. Love you, girl.”
Babs closed her eyes and hung on a little longer. His coat smelled damp from the rain, but the fuzzy fabric felt like a home knit blanket. She was reminded of when they were both little, betraying their individual prayer mats to cuddle up next to the pale green furnace.
“Babs, I was wondering…” Cal began.
Babs’ satchel suddenly seemed to vibrate, and she shook her head at him, a few strands of hair flying loose from her ribboned buns. “Give me one minute.”
Cal started swinging back and forth impatiently.
It was a message… from Marcel. But something felt off.
“Hey, Cal…” Babs wrinkled her nose and pointed at the text. “Marcel messaged me.”
“Great.”
“…Not really. It looks wrong.”
“Give it to me.” Calvin grabbed her phone, almost dropping it on the floor and receiving a smack on the shoulder from his friend.
It read, Marcel: 5783 Inquisitor’s Avenue
“Okay, so, he’s told us where he is,” Calvin threw up a hand. “Great.”
Babs shook her head, an uneasy coldness trickling through her nerves. “Marcel never capitalizes stuff like that.”
Something had been wrong since this morning. The depressed looks, the stinky clothes, those were all normal – but maybe Babs had some kind of sister intuition. Because that boy had a look in his eyes before the shopping break, and it wasn’t a goofy glow.
“Run that by me again.”
“The words. They’re capitalized. And do you think he can spell Inquisitor? After typing down the numbers, he’d feel like his fingers deserve a break.”
Cal opened his mouth. “He’s not that laz -”
Babs gave him a look. The two studied each other for a minute, hesitant as to what to do next. Then Calvin found a burst of energy and began to type furiously. “I’m going to ask him what we used to decorate his first birthday cake. He would never lie about that. If something’s still off, we can figure something out, and -”
Ding.
The answer should have been, cheese-puffs.
The answer they got was, sparkly candles.
Babs’ throat suddenly tightened. “S-Someone… oh…”
“Don’t panic.” Calvin stood firm, even as kids shifted around, looking for new partners, and bumping into them both. “Stay right here. I’m going to ask around.”
He strode off, leaving the woe-begone girl standing alone.“Everything is a mountain”
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