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Introduction
Linthe, a large and constantly developed city, which overlooks the small mining town of Borko, just south outside of it's borders. The whole above city is sculpted out of black marble which sparkles in the sunlight, and shows the wealth of the people who live in those wondrous houses. There are many narrow and winding streets, paved so perfectly in basalt which is extracted from the small active volcano just 50 miles south from the city which is then worked into by the mining town.
There are not many trees or flowers in Linthe. There are about three small gardens located throughout the city, but other than that, it is just stone.
The streets are kept clean and tidy to uphold the reputation of the rich. Rich is clean, fancy and tidy. Poor is dirty, simple and messy. The people of above Linthe can be classed as snobby and close-minded. They will not accept anyone from the outside unless they are of high status or wealth. It just shows the ugliness of people, doesn't it?
The palace, which holds the royal family is made from black and white marble with many gold statuettes surrounding the palace. The palace is sitting on top of the small mountain that overlooks the city. The royal family like to honour themselves as gods and so, are treated like gods but without the real generosity of them. The royal family mainly consist of ten family members, at least two of them obviously being a male. The King, and however many sons. If they are to be all male, then they would marry a princess of a neighboring country. If not, they would marry a sister, unless otherwise.
The palace has their own bodyguard system. The Roses. They are the royal guard which protect the palace and the city. They are easily sighted because of their suits. They wear a different colour to their rank. Red being the lowest, black being the highest. They also have a rose tattoo somewhere on their body along with the colour. The colour is also changed when they move up a rank. They are specially trained and would make mince meat out of anyone. In direct conflict of course. The only class possible of escaping from them are bandits and magic users which know the ability to teleport.
Now, the below city is a series of aqueducts which course underneath the city and hold the poorer civilians. Even the middle class, but they live in a better built and lavished section which is closer to the above city. They own many of the shops in the city which sell food, materials and what not to the richer civilians.
The aqueducts are tunnels which block the sunlight and lie infested with rats and other dirty creatures. The aqueducts are also the sewer line and water line, but are better contained.
The poorer civilians of Linthe have built houses in the aqueducts out of mere wood that they were given from the mining town of Borko. They feed on the rats that roam the 'underworld' as they call it, and harvest the plants Nirno, and Floceed that they sell to the richer people which is then made into medicine for a higher price.
Bandits come from Lower Linthe, and since they can blend with the people, they're hard to catch if they're able to go down into the aqueducts.
NATNAT is Linthe's neighbouring city and it's rival. NATNAT is more advanced, but is a smaller city. It lies just north of Linthe, past the active volcano which makes it hard to attack if there ever was a war. The city is made up of tall buildings and the lower city which people can get to through various tunnels that run through the city. The streets are narrow and full of shops which sell basically everything. There is hussle and bussle, people getting to where they want or need to be. The Count's house is the largest and tallest building in the city, literally covering the whole of the city, and he resides up at the top along with his wife and children.
They designed the first sea ship many, many years ago, and are now starting to develop something called an airship using magic. The King of Linthe want's his hands on it after it has been built. He claims that it would be a good trading vessel for the future of Linthe...
There are not many trees or flowers in Linthe. There are about three small gardens located throughout the city, but other than that, it is just stone.
The streets are kept clean and tidy to uphold the reputation of the rich. Rich is clean, fancy and tidy. Poor is dirty, simple and messy. The people of above Linthe can be classed as snobby and close-minded. They will not accept anyone from the outside unless they are of high status or wealth. It just shows the ugliness of people, doesn't it?
The palace, which holds the royal family is made from black and white marble with many gold statuettes surrounding the palace. The palace is sitting on top of the small mountain that overlooks the city. The royal family like to honour themselves as gods and so, are treated like gods but without the real generosity of them. The royal family mainly consist of ten family members, at least two of them obviously being a male. The King, and however many sons. If they are to be all male, then they would marry a princess of a neighboring country. If not, they would marry a sister, unless otherwise.
The palace has their own bodyguard system. The Roses. They are the royal guard which protect the palace and the city. They are easily sighted because of their suits. They wear a different colour to their rank. Red being the lowest, black being the highest. They also have a rose tattoo somewhere on their body along with the colour. The colour is also changed when they move up a rank. They are specially trained and would make mince meat out of anyone. In direct conflict of course. The only class possible of escaping from them are bandits and magic users which know the ability to teleport.
Now, the below city is a series of aqueducts which course underneath the city and hold the poorer civilians. Even the middle class, but they live in a better built and lavished section which is closer to the above city. They own many of the shops in the city which sell food, materials and what not to the richer civilians.
The aqueducts are tunnels which block the sunlight and lie infested with rats and other dirty creatures. The aqueducts are also the sewer line and water line, but are better contained.
The poorer civilians of Linthe have built houses in the aqueducts out of mere wood that they were given from the mining town of Borko. They feed on the rats that roam the 'underworld' as they call it, and harvest the plants Nirno, and Floceed that they sell to the richer people which is then made into medicine for a higher price.
Bandits come from Lower Linthe, and since they can blend with the people, they're hard to catch if they're able to go down into the aqueducts.
NATNAT is Linthe's neighbouring city and it's rival. NATNAT is more advanced, but is a smaller city. It lies just north of Linthe, past the active volcano which makes it hard to attack if there ever was a war. The city is made up of tall buildings and the lower city which people can get to through various tunnels that run through the city. The streets are narrow and full of shops which sell basically everything. There is hussle and bussle, people getting to where they want or need to be. The Count's house is the largest and tallest building in the city, literally covering the whole of the city, and he resides up at the top along with his wife and children.
They designed the first sea ship many, many years ago, and are now starting to develop something called an airship using magic. The King of Linthe want's his hands on it after it has been built. He claims that it would be a good trading vessel for the future of Linthe...
Rules
Okay, first off.-
-The ranks of Roses go as follows;
Red, Pink, Yellow, Orange, Mint Green, Blue, Purple, White and then Black.
The abilities differ from person to person. But I would like them to have two skills when they are a Red Rose, and then to add another two when they move up a rank. They are not magic users, only highly skilled fighters but even though skills may be magic based, they are not magic. If you see where I'm getting at? They don't recite spells, or use magic potions to help them with a spell, so it is not magic.
The lower ranks are just guards, and they patrol the city and the palace. So basically, the boring jobs. Whilst the higher ranks, Blue, Purple, White and Black, are secret police and spies. They collect information and bring down whoever got away from the lower ranks. They also travel and gather information from other cities for the King. They are the ones who told the King about NATNAT's airship.
There are more lower rank members than there are higher ranks. The Red Roses have more because they are the lowest rank, and that's where trainee's start. The Black Roses have less because by the time someone becomes a Black Rose, they're 30 years old and above, but most of the time 50 and older. So they usually retire after 10 years of being a Black Rose. I'd say there are about 10 Black Roses. There are 25 White Roses, and they are basically second in command to Blacks. So they can also control the lower ranks but need to have permission from Black Roses first.
To move up in rank you need to stick out from the others, and hold a strong sense of honour, pride and show abilities of the rank higher from you. You also need to be on good terms with the Head, which I will be playing.
- I am God, so my words mean law. Understand?
- Please keep it PG13. I don't want any nudity, sex or anything like that thank you. We have children and parents on this site.
- I would like you to post every 2-3 days please. If you are going away for a short period of time. Can you please inform me so that I can issue someone to take over your character for the period of which you are gone. If you are going to leave the roleplay permanently, can you tell me and kill off your character. Unless you would want someone to take it over for you.
- I put comedy into the tags because I like to have a little chuckle every now and then, otherwise it's just boring. So, the funnier, the better.
- I would like to have my characters approved first before you can post. I will read your profile and tell you whether it is in or not. If it isn't and I think that it could do with some minor changes, I will post it back to you and tell you what you will need to change.
- This is optional, but maybe you could make your posts pretty? With a little cherry on top? ;3 It makes the post more flattering. But as I said before, it is optional. Which means, you don't have to do it.
- Right, I tagged this roleplay as 'literate'. People think that literate means writing 6 paragraphs per post, and if you don't, they'll kill yer' mum! THAT IS NOT WHAT LITERATE IS. Literate means being able to write a detailed post which not only describes what your character is doing, their emotions and so on and so forth. But also is able to add to the story. Okay?
But I would like you to write a minimum of one paragraph of 7 lines per post please. It doesn't take much to write detail. And I also want a sample post with your character please.
- Puh-lease! No grammar nazi's or elitists. They annoy me, and quite possible annoy other people. We're here to have fun. We're not in some english camp where you have to spell every word EXACTLY right, otherwise you're out. So please, if you're one of those people, try to keep it to yourself.
- This annoys me to hell and back. Girls, if you are in a towel and a man is in front of you. YOUR TOWEL DOES NOT JUST SUDDENLY FALL OFF. And guys, you're not the most powerfulest, most handsomest, and the most unsociable bastard out there. Those sort of characters are boring, and if I find one, you wont be accepted.
- Now, a lot of people do this. YOU CAN NOT BECOME A MASTER OF ANYTHING WHEN YOU ARE 16 YEARS OLD. Ugh! That annoys me. Be realistic. Yes, even though this is fantasy it does annoy me. You can not become a master of ANYTHING unless you're past 50 years-old and if you've been doing whatever you are doing since you were young. Just no.
- Most of the Knight's are aged 25 and over, because it takes YEARS before you're finally allowed to be called a knight. Younger civilians are allowed to learn from a knight if they let you. But you can not become one of the higher ranked Roses until you are much older. Preferably in your 30's. And most people often have to have second or even third tries before becoming a knight. So I don't want everyone to become one on their first try unless they've trained vigorously.
- DO NOT try to battle against a knight when you're 16 or something, unless you want to be killed. They are specially trained to deal with anyone that challenges them or breaks the law. The only classes that can get away from them are bandits, because they can outrun them and climb up on buildings, and magic users IF they can teleport.
- I would like this to be an adventure roleplay too. Because staying in one place all the time can get a little boring. So, I will be making a map soon of the world with all of it's towns and cities. Perhaps a little help from the users too? :3 If you do, I'll love you foreverrrr! <3
- I have rights to change and add rules as I see fit.
-The ranks of Roses go as follows;
Red, Pink, Yellow, Orange, Mint Green, Blue, Purple, White and then Black.
The abilities differ from person to person. But I would like them to have two skills when they are a Red Rose, and then to add another two when they move up a rank. They are not magic users, only highly skilled fighters but even though skills may be magic based, they are not magic. If you see where I'm getting at? They don't recite spells, or use magic potions to help them with a spell, so it is not magic.
The lower ranks are just guards, and they patrol the city and the palace. So basically, the boring jobs. Whilst the higher ranks, Blue, Purple, White and Black, are secret police and spies. They collect information and bring down whoever got away from the lower ranks. They also travel and gather information from other cities for the King. They are the ones who told the King about NATNAT's airship.
There are more lower rank members than there are higher ranks. The Red Roses have more because they are the lowest rank, and that's where trainee's start. The Black Roses have less because by the time someone becomes a Black Rose, they're 30 years old and above, but most of the time 50 and older. So they usually retire after 10 years of being a Black Rose. I'd say there are about 10 Black Roses. There are 25 White Roses, and they are basically second in command to Blacks. So they can also control the lower ranks but need to have permission from Black Roses first.
To move up in rank you need to stick out from the others, and hold a strong sense of honour, pride and show abilities of the rank higher from you. You also need to be on good terms with the Head, which I will be playing.
- I am God, so my words mean law. Understand?
- Please keep it PG13. I don't want any nudity, sex or anything like that thank you. We have children and parents on this site.
- I would like you to post every 2-3 days please. If you are going away for a short period of time. Can you please inform me so that I can issue someone to take over your character for the period of which you are gone. If you are going to leave the roleplay permanently, can you tell me and kill off your character. Unless you would want someone to take it over for you.
- I put comedy into the tags because I like to have a little chuckle every now and then, otherwise it's just boring. So, the funnier, the better.
- I would like to have my characters approved first before you can post. I will read your profile and tell you whether it is in or not. If it isn't and I think that it could do with some minor changes, I will post it back to you and tell you what you will need to change.
- This is optional, but maybe you could make your posts pretty? With a little cherry on top? ;3 It makes the post more flattering. But as I said before, it is optional. Which means, you don't have to do it.
- Right, I tagged this roleplay as 'literate'. People think that literate means writing 6 paragraphs per post, and if you don't, they'll kill yer' mum! THAT IS NOT WHAT LITERATE IS. Literate means being able to write a detailed post which not only describes what your character is doing, their emotions and so on and so forth. But also is able to add to the story. Okay?
But I would like you to write a minimum of one paragraph of 7 lines per post please. It doesn't take much to write detail. And I also want a sample post with your character please.
- Puh-lease! No grammar nazi's or elitists. They annoy me, and quite possible annoy other people. We're here to have fun. We're not in some english camp where you have to spell every word EXACTLY right, otherwise you're out. So please, if you're one of those people, try to keep it to yourself.
- This annoys me to hell and back. Girls, if you are in a towel and a man is in front of you. YOUR TOWEL DOES NOT JUST SUDDENLY FALL OFF. And guys, you're not the most powerfulest, most handsomest, and the most unsociable bastard out there. Those sort of characters are boring, and if I find one, you wont be accepted.
- Now, a lot of people do this. YOU CAN NOT BECOME A MASTER OF ANYTHING WHEN YOU ARE 16 YEARS OLD. Ugh! That annoys me. Be realistic. Yes, even though this is fantasy it does annoy me. You can not become a master of ANYTHING unless you're past 50 years-old and if you've been doing whatever you are doing since you were young. Just no.
- Most of the Knight's are aged 25 and over, because it takes YEARS before you're finally allowed to be called a knight. Younger civilians are allowed to learn from a knight if they let you. But you can not become one of the higher ranked Roses until you are much older. Preferably in your 30's. And most people often have to have second or even third tries before becoming a knight. So I don't want everyone to become one on their first try unless they've trained vigorously.
- DO NOT try to battle against a knight when you're 16 or something, unless you want to be killed. They are specially trained to deal with anyone that challenges them or breaks the law. The only classes that can get away from them are bandits, because they can outrun them and climb up on buildings, and magic users IF they can teleport.
- I would like this to be an adventure roleplay too. Because staying in one place all the time can get a little boring. So, I will be making a map soon of the world with all of it's towns and cities. Perhaps a little help from the users too? :3 If you do, I'll love you foreverrrr! <3
- I have rights to change and add rules as I see fit.
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0 postsLinthe - Castle Throne Room
The Throne Room.
0 postsLinthe - East Wing
The East Wing.
2 postsLinthe - West Wing
Linthe Castle's West Wing.
0 postsLinthe - North Wing
Linthe Castle's North Wing.
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The City of Linthe; North.
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The Roses Headquarters.
0 postsLinthe - City - East
The City of Linthe; East.
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The City of Linthe; West.
0 postsLinthe - City - South
The City of Linthe; South.
1 postsLinthe - City - Lower
The City of Linthe; Lower.
3 postsLinthe - City - Aqueducts, Underworld
The City of Linthe; Aqueducts, Underworld.
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OOC Notes
With a loud metallic ringing of her bell, Mamimi announced the closing of her little stand in the middle of the marketplace. It was only mid-day, but she couldn't leave things to anyone else. No one knew the herbs and how to combine them like she did. Well, her mentor did, but he was away on business. She waited for any last minute buyers. When no one came, she wrapped up her reagents in a satchel. It took longer than usual, because her assistant was off running her errands for her. She buckled the satchel to the harness she wore in place of a shirt and fastened her cloak closer around her body.
Mamimi often wished she still had her right arm, but she managed to live without it for this long and could continue to do so. She ducked around a corner and after checking to make sure no one was watching, she began to scale a dilapidated old brick structure. In the second floor was where she stored her goods and tools, so she deposited her cache here. She unbuckled her satchel and dropped it to the floor, and then with a grin she leapt out of the window across the room from her entrance and started her free-run. She usually kept to the upper quarters, on account of the quality of rooftops there, but she had to make it to the den for a meeting with her clan.
The joy of the run never left her, even though she had done it a thousand times. However, they say that familiarity breeds contempt, and it is true. After making one particularly risky jump, one that she had made a thousand times before, the tiles on that specific section of roof gave way and sent her plummeting to the ground. Luckily for her, a peasant was moving a cart of hay and there weren't any pitchforks in it. With a loud "Oof!" she disappeared into the cart. Unfortunately, the impact force of her body broke the axle of it and she was ejected roughly.
After struggling to her feet, Mamimi brushed the stray hay off her body and pulled a bit out of her hair. With a calm and practiced eye, she scanned the crowd in front of her for Roses, whilst internally she was on the verge of hyperventilation. She thought she was clear until she turned and saw two Roses staring. One was a rather older man, whom she knew to be Kurone, but the younger one she didn't recognise. It didn't really matter anyway, as as soon as she noticed the two, she turned and took off full blast.
Mamimi often wished she still had her right arm, but she managed to live without it for this long and could continue to do so. She ducked around a corner and after checking to make sure no one was watching, she began to scale a dilapidated old brick structure. In the second floor was where she stored her goods and tools, so she deposited her cache here. She unbuckled her satchel and dropped it to the floor, and then with a grin she leapt out of the window across the room from her entrance and started her free-run. She usually kept to the upper quarters, on account of the quality of rooftops there, but she had to make it to the den for a meeting with her clan.
The joy of the run never left her, even though she had done it a thousand times. However, they say that familiarity breeds contempt, and it is true. After making one particularly risky jump, one that she had made a thousand times before, the tiles on that specific section of roof gave way and sent her plummeting to the ground. Luckily for her, a peasant was moving a cart of hay and there weren't any pitchforks in it. With a loud "Oof!" she disappeared into the cart. Unfortunately, the impact force of her body broke the axle of it and she was ejected roughly.
After struggling to her feet, Mamimi brushed the stray hay off her body and pulled a bit out of her hair. With a calm and practiced eye, she scanned the crowd in front of her for Roses, whilst internally she was on the verge of hyperventilation. She thought she was clear until she turned and saw two Roses staring. One was a rather older man, whom she knew to be Kurone, but the younger one she didn't recognise. It didn't really matter anyway, as as soon as she noticed the two, she turned and took off full blast.
OOC Notes
Egan Fez a.ka. "The Weed Whacker" His heart pounded hard against his chest and his legs grew weak for a moment, as he was hit with a burst of panic. He always hated these few seconds, when wrapped in a gust of furious wind, he could not hear a thing outside his cyclone, he felt blind. What an irony it was for Egan that he should excel in air above all elements. He steadied his breath and opened his mind, and now he saw the library, a small toy building that got larger and larger. Onyx flew by him masterfully measuring the distance that would keep her safe from spiraling into the vortex, he saw the raging water spout in of his production, and then the wooden double doors of the entrance. He made haste to get as much against the wall as he could, he lifted his hand up and his kite which had been whirling around in the tornado, it dropped into the storm's center, and he caught it with ease. The gusts slowed down until it was a spinning breeze, the water swirled strangely in a circle of wind, that would be moving to slow to keep it in the air if it weren't being suspended by some mystic force.
With one hand on the head of the kite, and the other on the string he threw it up in the air, as if he were in a park on a nice windy day and intended to fly it. A gust of wind that originated by the now tame cyclone yanked it upwards, it went about the property blowing out all torches. Satisfied with the darkness Onyx saw, Egan withdrew a small empty leather bag from his coat, as soon as it was opened the whirl wind in front of him began to swish into it's opened mouth water and all. Egan held tightly to the bag and the kite's string, he resisted the force of the wind. Closing the bag loosely he then began wrapping the kite's sting round his arm. Onyx perched herself on his shoulder, he had held the opening of the back in front of him, as if it were the end of a cross bow. He was about to utter an incantation when, he thought of something...Only a moron busts into a closed door, before checking whether or
With one hand on the head of the kite, and the other on the string he threw it up in the air, as if he were in a park on a nice windy day and intended to fly it. A gust of wind that originated by the now tame cyclone yanked it upwards, it went about the property blowing out all torches. Satisfied with the darkness Onyx saw, Egan withdrew a small empty leather bag from his coat, as soon as it was opened the whirl wind in front of him began to swish into it's opened mouth water and all. Egan held tightly to the bag and the kite's string, he resisted the force of the wind. Closing the bag loosely he then began wrapping the kite's sting round his arm. Onyx perched herself on his shoulder, he had held the opening of the back in front of him, as if it were the end of a cross bow. He was about to utter an incantation when, he thought of something...Only a moron busts into a closed door, before checking whether or
OOC Notes
Egan Fez a.ka. "The Weed Whacker" not it's locked. He opened a slit without a problem. He felt anxious now could this be a trap, could the roses possibly know he were coming? Was it possible that the library was now open 24 hours a day? It was to late to turn back now, Egan opened the doors in full, and let out some of the wind from his bag, he directed it at all but one torch. Owls couldn't see in the complete darkness four walls with no light source would bring, but they could see just fine inside a warehouse with a mere candle to light their path. He ran and she took flight, and then he saw it from the edge of her eye as she passed him, was that a boy? He Egan crashed into something soft and alive, and they both hit the ground with a thud. Startled Egan lost his concentration, and he was blind once again. He heard a gasp and a whimper, and felt a form struggling underneath him, he quickly got to his feet and focused his mind and summoned back his torch blowing breeze. Onxy was on top of a bookshelf behind the stranger, he could see the back of the boy's head more importantly his clothes he bared the garb of someone who worked for the royal archives, as far as he could tell. Egan instantly disliked him anyone who worked for anything to do with royalty that didn't involved a mop, bucket, or cooking pots must be a blood sucking noble. He saw his own shocked face, he molded it into a threatening scowl just in case it were possible for the boy to see it in the dim light. "Don't move" he said as sternly as he could muster, but his voice was rather hoarse as he was nervous at the way the situation was spinning out of control. He motioned for Onyx to begin flying, she swooped and zagged in and out of the corridors of books, Egan reading the labels, with any luck he could be out of here with what he wanted, without having to hurt the little leech. He hoped to leave the boy unscathed more then he would actually admit to himself.
OOC Notes
Eve exhaled in failure and defeat when Erin walked through the door and stopped her. She loved her body guard Erin. She was strong and protective of her. It seemed more than just her job but out of true friendship and love. Eve sighed and plopped on her bed. One of many reasons why her father had employed Erin as her personal body guard was that she was able to stop Eve easily. For some reason Eve felt inclined to listen to Erin, though she still tried to do what she wanted when she wanted, unlike any other body guard. Had this been anyone else, Eve would have pitched a fit or tried to leap out the window anyway.
Eve sat up from her hugely cushy bed and looked at her friend. “Oh Erin.. I just need to get out…” Eve lied. She knew that no matter how good of friend Erin was, she could not ignore the king’s order to train Eve to be more lady-like. This meant absolutely no contact with poor people. If Eve would have told Erin the truth, she might get her windows bared or even more surveillance time.
Eve sat up from her hugely cushy bed and looked at her friend. “Oh Erin.. I just need to get out…” Eve lied. She knew that no matter how good of friend Erin was, she could not ignore the king’s order to train Eve to be more lady-like. This meant absolutely no contact with poor people. If Eve would have told Erin the truth, she might get her windows bared or even more surveillance time.
OOC Notes
"Well holy shit!" The midday bell of the marketplace has rung a little while before, many shopkeepers choosing to take a siesta to reopen at the cooler parts of the day when more people were around. It was a common time for pickpockets, so Kenneth had been expected perhaps a few errant thiefs and squabbles. What he hadn't been expecting was a woman to fall from the sky (well, from a rooftop) and crash into a cart. He immediately dropped the clothes, running in the direction of the fallen woman.
"Are you alright?"
The cart that she had landed on was now a right mess, the axle snapped. By all accounts the woman (at least he thought it was a woman, the cloak she was wearing did obscure the lines of her body) should be laying in a heap after such an insane accident. Rather than reply, the woman bounded up with a wild look, locking on to him and Kurone with a look he recognized all to well.
Fear. Guilt.
A moment later the woman (the face was feminine enough for him to say that definitely now) bolted in the opposite direction. If she had just crashed, he probably would have been fine just asking her what she was doing and letting her go. But now she had just destroyed the property of an innocent bystander, and ran away from the proper authorities. Something was certainly up.
"Kurone, we've got a runner!" In retrospect he might have wanted to ask Kurone if he knew this person, as the older man had a greater amount of experience in the region, but DAMN if that girl couldn't run. "I'm going after her!"
Even weighted down by his light armor, he managed to go after the woman at a pretty decent clip. "Stop right there! You've damaged private property, cease your flight at once!" She certainly wouldn't, but now no one could complain that he hadn't tried things by the book.
"Are you alright?"
The cart that she had landed on was now a right mess, the axle snapped. By all accounts the woman (at least he thought it was a woman, the cloak she was wearing did obscure the lines of her body) should be laying in a heap after such an insane accident. Rather than reply, the woman bounded up with a wild look, locking on to him and Kurone with a look he recognized all to well.
Fear. Guilt.
A moment later the woman (the face was feminine enough for him to say that definitely now) bolted in the opposite direction. If she had just crashed, he probably would have been fine just asking her what she was doing and letting her go. But now she had just destroyed the property of an innocent bystander, and ran away from the proper authorities. Something was certainly up.
"Kurone, we've got a runner!" In retrospect he might have wanted to ask Kurone if he knew this person, as the older man had a greater amount of experience in the region, but DAMN if that girl couldn't run. "I'm going after her!"
Even weighted down by his light armor, he managed to go after the woman at a pretty decent clip. "Stop right there! You've damaged private property, cease your flight at once!" She certainly wouldn't, but now no one could complain that he hadn't tried things by the book.
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Miles was shocked to suddenly hit the ground, his knee painfully slamming onto the concrete. The girl was gone before he could react. Miles cursed himself as he collected the coins and stood. His first mistake had been to underestimate her. He couldn't assume that every thief was street riffraff looking for a coin to pay for their next meal. It's just that the setting and her determination hit so close to home that he couldn't imagine any alternative. His second mistake was to be caught off guard by her kiss. No matter what tactic, he couldn't let his defense down before anyone. Still, the girl had spiked his curiosity. He wondered what, if she wasn't stealing for herself, she was stealing for.
Miles headed back to the busy street, quickly finding the man the girl had stolen from. Despite Miles assurances, the man was kicking up a fuss, yelling this way and that. Miles suddenly felt very tired. He may have moved up in life, and he may have a duty towards these people, but Miles had never really gotten over his dislike for the scum aristocracy, the very same dirt-bags who had thrown him out of his own home when he was merely a child to steal from him all that was rightfully his. Miles pushed through the crowd and approached the man.
"I've recovered your money, sir," he said without emotion, handing the now lighter coin purse back to its owner. The man drunkenly snatched it away and poked through its contents only to look up at Miles with a glare.
"There is some missing," he accused with a scowl. Miles felt cold anger take over, but he only allowed a whisper of danger to creep into his voice. It was all this cur needed to be put in his place.
"I assure you that it is the same amount you had when you lost it. You are clearly very drunk. You must have spent more than you intended to," Miles explained. He didn't know why he was covering up for the girl. The only explanation he had was that he knew she was probably worth more as a person than this man ever would. The man, properly humbled, shrank back and miserably tucked the purse back into his clothing. It was out of curiosity that he dared to look at Miles again.
"What did you do with the girl?" he asked. Miles allowed a sneer to slide into his features. He was sneering because of his disgust with the man, but he very well knew what the man's, and everyone watching's, impression would be.
"Why?" he asked shortly, "What do you think I did with her?" Without waiting for any response, Miles stalked away, pounding his anger at the man and Miles' own action onto the ground as he walked. He hadn't felt this angry in a while, and when he realized this, he stopped, his anger evaporating. Why was he angry? Because he'd been defeated? Or because of the scumbag? No, he realized, a blush of surprise coming to his cheeks. He was angry, because the girl had gotten away before he could have a chance to speak with her. Damn! Miles thought to himself. He needed to be more careful. If he wasn't he could end up falling for a thief. With the determination to lock away what had made him so angry, Miles calmed in demeanor and made his way back to the Roses. He wouldn't lose all he worked for.
Miles headed back to the busy street, quickly finding the man the girl had stolen from. Despite Miles assurances, the man was kicking up a fuss, yelling this way and that. Miles suddenly felt very tired. He may have moved up in life, and he may have a duty towards these people, but Miles had never really gotten over his dislike for the scum aristocracy, the very same dirt-bags who had thrown him out of his own home when he was merely a child to steal from him all that was rightfully his. Miles pushed through the crowd and approached the man.
"I've recovered your money, sir," he said without emotion, handing the now lighter coin purse back to its owner. The man drunkenly snatched it away and poked through its contents only to look up at Miles with a glare.
"There is some missing," he accused with a scowl. Miles felt cold anger take over, but he only allowed a whisper of danger to creep into his voice. It was all this cur needed to be put in his place.
"I assure you that it is the same amount you had when you lost it. You are clearly very drunk. You must have spent more than you intended to," Miles explained. He didn't know why he was covering up for the girl. The only explanation he had was that he knew she was probably worth more as a person than this man ever would. The man, properly humbled, shrank back and miserably tucked the purse back into his clothing. It was out of curiosity that he dared to look at Miles again.
"What did you do with the girl?" he asked. Miles allowed a sneer to slide into his features. He was sneering because of his disgust with the man, but he very well knew what the man's, and everyone watching's, impression would be.
"Why?" he asked shortly, "What do you think I did with her?" Without waiting for any response, Miles stalked away, pounding his anger at the man and Miles' own action onto the ground as he walked. He hadn't felt this angry in a while, and when he realized this, he stopped, his anger evaporating. Why was he angry? Because he'd been defeated? Or because of the scumbag? No, he realized, a blush of surprise coming to his cheeks. He was angry, because the girl had gotten away before he could have a chance to speak with her. Damn! Miles thought to himself. He needed to be more careful. If he wasn't he could end up falling for a thief. With the determination to lock away what had made him so angry, Miles calmed in demeanor and made his way back to the Roses. He wouldn't lose all he worked for.
OOC Notes
The man was nearly at the doors of the library when William was finally able to close them. I've gotta find something to fight him with, he thought frantically, looking around the well-lit library. There were several suits of armor laying around the antechamber, but when Will attempted to pry the weapons from their cold, hard fingers, he soon saw that they had been fixed in place. "Think, think!" Will murmured to himself as he paced around the room. "I need to do something!"
Will stopped in his tracks and face palmed himself. This is an arcane library, for crying out loud, he reasoned as he rushed into the main library. There must be some sort of beginners guide! The apprentice rushed up and down the isles, glancing at the labels engraved on the bookshelves. It wasn't long before he found the 'novice' section. Will grabbed the first volume he saw off the shelf. It read "An Introduction to Fire Magic". This'll have to do, he thought, wrenching open the book. He skimmed through the introduction until he got to the basics of spellcasting. He barely got through the first few steps before a powerful gust of wind blew out nearly all of the lights in the library.
Why the hell didn't I lock the door? Will asked himself as he crept over to the entry area of the library. The mage was standing there with a black kite of some sort. Fearing he'd be seen, Will dropped to the ground and hid under a table. He saw the man send a black owl out to scout the library's shelves. An owl? Will thought, bewildered. I've never seen one of those in real life before. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear his mind, Will looked for a way out. He scanned the walls until- HA! he thought, nearly shouting with joy. Over in the corner of the building was the entrance to the local signal tower. Will had learned that a few decades ago, the king had signal towers placed at strategic points around the city, to help the Roses keep track of what's happening. If a major crime was being committed, someone would just have to climb up the tower and turn on the signal.
Without any warning, Will burst forward towards the tower, but soon ran into another person. "Don't move" [the man] said as sternly as he could muster, but his voice was rather hoarse as he was nervous at the way the situation was spinning out of control. Will looked up to see that it was the man that tried to break into the library, the air wizard! Will took his advice and remained silent, but his mind was whirring.
The secret to fire manipulation is willpower, Will recited in his mind. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Slowly but surely, Will could feel a subtle warmth building inside him. Will slowly stood up to a standing position, as not to startle his captor, and straightened his robe. "Whatever you're trying to steal, I won't let you!" he yelled forcefully, extending his arms towards the man. A pitiful shower of sparks shot from them, but disappeared well before they hit the mage. Great, Will chastised himself. Now I've been promoted to Swedish fire steel. Without a second thought, he made a break for the signal tower stairs.
Will stopped in his tracks and face palmed himself. This is an arcane library, for crying out loud, he reasoned as he rushed into the main library. There must be some sort of beginners guide! The apprentice rushed up and down the isles, glancing at the labels engraved on the bookshelves. It wasn't long before he found the 'novice' section. Will grabbed the first volume he saw off the shelf. It read "An Introduction to Fire Magic". This'll have to do, he thought, wrenching open the book. He skimmed through the introduction until he got to the basics of spellcasting. He barely got through the first few steps before a powerful gust of wind blew out nearly all of the lights in the library.
Why the hell didn't I lock the door? Will asked himself as he crept over to the entry area of the library. The mage was standing there with a black kite of some sort. Fearing he'd be seen, Will dropped to the ground and hid under a table. He saw the man send a black owl out to scout the library's shelves. An owl? Will thought, bewildered. I've never seen one of those in real life before. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear his mind, Will looked for a way out. He scanned the walls until- HA! he thought, nearly shouting with joy. Over in the corner of the building was the entrance to the local signal tower. Will had learned that a few decades ago, the king had signal towers placed at strategic points around the city, to help the Roses keep track of what's happening. If a major crime was being committed, someone would just have to climb up the tower and turn on the signal.
Without any warning, Will burst forward towards the tower, but soon ran into another person. "Don't move" [the man] said as sternly as he could muster, but his voice was rather hoarse as he was nervous at the way the situation was spinning out of control. Will looked up to see that it was the man that tried to break into the library, the air wizard! Will took his advice and remained silent, but his mind was whirring.
The secret to fire manipulation is willpower, Will recited in his mind. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Slowly but surely, Will could feel a subtle warmth building inside him. Will slowly stood up to a standing position, as not to startle his captor, and straightened his robe. "Whatever you're trying to steal, I won't let you!" he yelled forcefully, extending his arms towards the man. A pitiful shower of sparks shot from them, but disappeared well before they hit the mage. Great, Will chastised himself. Now I've been promoted to Swedish fire steel. Without a second thought, he made a break for the signal tower stairs.
OOC Notes
At first, the only sounds she could hear was her own breathing and the sound of her footsteps as she ran. Slowly, she realized that there was a second set of feet after her. Throwing a quick glance over her shoulder, she saw the younger Rose chasing after her. Damn! I didn't know they had Roses this quick! she raged. Seizing on an opportunity, Mamimi jumped around a corner to her left and tried to run along the surface of the wall to a window ledge. Unfortunately, she was on the wrong side of the alley and when she tried to turn to grab it with her left hand, she lost momentum and tumbled to the ground.
"Ohh...How embarrassing. I haven't taken a spill in years. If the den catches wind of this...Who am I kidding. Of course they're going to catch wind of this. They catch wind of everything."
And of course when one is monologueing after a spill, one tends to get caught. No surprises this time. Just as she was struggling to her feet, Mamimi heard the footsteps clatter to a halt. Absolute in the knowledge that she was going to be caught, she started to run again anyways. Too bad that she sprained her ankle in the fall and she went headfirst into a clumsy roll.
"Fine! Just beat me and get it done. I don't have time for the petty mind games you Roses love so much!" she shouted into the air. If she had time to cool off, she wouldn't have said anything like that, but anger gets the best of everyone. Deep in the dark corners of her heart, she hoped that this mystery Rose had seen something in her, some potential, that would make him want her on their side. This thought was so deep inside her, though, it was like a delicate flower growing among choking weeds. No one had ever heard of a slummer joining the Roses and living amongst the high-born. Especially one that looked such as she. The man approached her and looked down at her, his expression hard for her to see, what with her vision being cloudy from the hot tears in her eyes. It was good that her cloak hid her face from him, as tears were treated as the ultimate humiliation amongst her and her kin.
"Ohh...How embarrassing. I haven't taken a spill in years. If the den catches wind of this...Who am I kidding. Of course they're going to catch wind of this. They catch wind of everything."
And of course when one is monologueing after a spill, one tends to get caught. No surprises this time. Just as she was struggling to her feet, Mamimi heard the footsteps clatter to a halt. Absolute in the knowledge that she was going to be caught, she started to run again anyways. Too bad that she sprained her ankle in the fall and she went headfirst into a clumsy roll.
"Fine! Just beat me and get it done. I don't have time for the petty mind games you Roses love so much!" she shouted into the air. If she had time to cool off, she wouldn't have said anything like that, but anger gets the best of everyone. Deep in the dark corners of her heart, she hoped that this mystery Rose had seen something in her, some potential, that would make him want her on their side. This thought was so deep inside her, though, it was like a delicate flower growing among choking weeds. No one had ever heard of a slummer joining the Roses and living amongst the high-born. Especially one that looked such as she. The man approached her and looked down at her, his expression hard for her to see, what with her vision being cloudy from the hot tears in her eyes. It was good that her cloak hid her face from him, as tears were treated as the ultimate humiliation amongst her and her kin.
OOC Notes
Egan kept the bulk of his focus on what Onyx's eyes saw, he could still however hear the boy stirring, he decided to give him some freedom of movement so long as he did not move from the stop. Should the boy have a dagger with him, he was confident he would hear the sound of it being unsheeved with his keen ears. The boy stood to his full height, Onyx had passed the necromancy section he never knew and was surprised that those darkest of arts was actually legal in Lithe, but then again all sorts of savageries were. "What ever you're trying to steal I won't let you!" The boy yelled. Egan tensed up and focused on the spot, this was a battle cry, he knew the boy was about to attack. His ears searched for the sounds of a weapon being retrieved instead, he heard the subtle sizzle of basic level fire magic. He held the kite string tightly ready to deflect any spells, he hadn't any idea the boy was a mage, and Egan wasn't the sort to ever underestimate an opponent. A sort of barely noticeable warmth caressed his face.
"Th-that's it?" Egan said more to himself then the stranger who's footsteps he now heard moving away from him. He was in disbelief that such a novice showed that sort of valor, noble leeches were usually only bold, when they were hiding behind the weeds. If anything he could have sworn that this was the kid's first attempt ever at magic, how he longed to find an apprentice or five similar in talent and demeanor to this little leech, amongst the people of the aqueducts. His footsteps were growing fainter, but Onyx kept her sites on him. He sped towards the signal tower as fast as he could. Egan wasn't remotely worried, he almost felt like a bully in fact when he opened his bag just a smidge and a small whirlwind went after the boy. With his masterful control he made sure it was fierce enough to carry a light weight like this kid, but not injure him. Onyx hooted almost mockingly at the boy as the cyclone swept him off his feet! He spun within it as it moved backwards towards Egan. The wind began to slow steadily until the boy fell with a soft thud, a gentle but potentiality threatening breeze en circulating him. "First of all, I'm not stealing anything I'm taking back! Knowledge should be available to everyone, yet you'll note that not everyone is aloud into a so called public library!," Egan yelled angrily, and then he lowered his voice, but gave it a more menacing tone. "And second of all...I had told you not to move." He sighed despite himself, he didn't want to appear weak of heart. "If you're going to be such a pest then you're going to make this a lot quicker and painless for the both of us. You're a royal archivist right?" Egan said the word royal with such disgust you would have thought he were talking about maggoty meat. "Then I'm sure you know your way around every library in Lithe including this one, I'm going to call out titles and you're going to lead me to them. Don't try to pull any shinanagins, that wind can turn violent at an instant."
"Th-that's it?" Egan said more to himself then the stranger who's footsteps he now heard moving away from him. He was in disbelief that such a novice showed that sort of valor, noble leeches were usually only bold, when they were hiding behind the weeds. If anything he could have sworn that this was the kid's first attempt ever at magic, how he longed to find an apprentice or five similar in talent and demeanor to this little leech, amongst the people of the aqueducts. His footsteps were growing fainter, but Onyx kept her sites on him. He sped towards the signal tower as fast as he could. Egan wasn't remotely worried, he almost felt like a bully in fact when he opened his bag just a smidge and a small whirlwind went after the boy. With his masterful control he made sure it was fierce enough to carry a light weight like this kid, but not injure him. Onyx hooted almost mockingly at the boy as the cyclone swept him off his feet! He spun within it as it moved backwards towards Egan. The wind began to slow steadily until the boy fell with a soft thud, a gentle but potentiality threatening breeze en circulating him. "First of all, I'm not stealing anything I'm taking back! Knowledge should be available to everyone, yet you'll note that not everyone is aloud into a so called public library!," Egan yelled angrily, and then he lowered his voice, but gave it a more menacing tone. "And second of all...I had told you not to move." He sighed despite himself, he didn't want to appear weak of heart. "If you're going to be such a pest then you're going to make this a lot quicker and painless for the both of us. You're a royal archivist right?" Egan said the word royal with such disgust you would have thought he were talking about maggoty meat. "Then I'm sure you know your way around every library in Lithe including this one, I'm going to call out titles and you're going to lead me to them. Don't try to pull any shinanagins, that wind can turn violent at an instant."
OOC Notes
Erin sighed, following the girl to the bed and sitting on the edge. She knew, from experience, that if it had been anyone else in her position, the princess would have screamed and thrown a tantrum. Fortunately Erin had her under control and Eve listened to what she had to say. They had developed a friendship, one that she valued greatly. This girl and her brother were the only two people she would give her life for and her father of course. They had a special place in her heart and she no intention of letting the princess get hurt. The poor were dangerous and it was her duty to protect them. But she could see why the princess tried to escape to help them. Against her better judgement, she decided something quickly. "I have things to do today Eve. I understand you want to get out, but I can't allow that. They are dangerous Miss Eve. Therefore I shall post a guard outside your door." She got up, brushing herself off and looking seriously at the girl. "I want you to be here when I get back Eve. I mean that. I'm not your babysitter and you're free to do as you wish, within reason." She headed for the door, reaching for the handle, before she turned back. "And upon my return we will practise your manners for the Big Feast." She smiled brightly at the girl. "I'm sure you have been going over them when I haven't been here." Bowing to her charge, she left the room, calling a Red Rose to the door and instructing him not to go in, but to make sure that if she left then he was to follow her. He nodded and she left, walking down the darkened corridor, chewing her bottom lip. Eve had been sneaking off for weeks and she didn't doubt that she would now. As her Protector she should have followed her, but she hoped that Eve would listen to her words and stay in the room.
She had every intention of heading towards the library, in an attempt to research something. Her mind was elsewhere as she wandered the streets, heading in the general direction of the library. Would Eve obey her? Or would she do as she wished? Erin hoped that the girl would be alright, or she would feel so guilty. Pursing her lips, she turned as corner, walking straight into someone else, knocking her backwards so much that she had to balance herself. Instantly she flipped to defensive, straightening herself, expecting one of the poor to be leering at her. "Watch it..." She started, then caught sight of the mint green uniform. She was never rude to another Rose, no matter what. Frowning, she smoothed her own blue uniform, before crossing her arms. She studied the Rose, looking at his face for a few seconds. She recognised him. "I know that face." She muttered, studying him closely. It was part of her duty to have a brilliant memory and something clicked into place. "Miles right?" She asked, an eyebrow rose, hoping that she had the right name. No, he was definitely Miles. He looked troubled and Erin's natural curiosity kicked in. "What's up with you? You look like one of the poor just stabbed you in the back." Little did she realise that she was pretty close to the truth.
She had every intention of heading towards the library, in an attempt to research something. Her mind was elsewhere as she wandered the streets, heading in the general direction of the library. Would Eve obey her? Or would she do as she wished? Erin hoped that the girl would be alright, or she would feel so guilty. Pursing her lips, she turned as corner, walking straight into someone else, knocking her backwards so much that she had to balance herself. Instantly she flipped to defensive, straightening herself, expecting one of the poor to be leering at her. "Watch it..." She started, then caught sight of the mint green uniform. She was never rude to another Rose, no matter what. Frowning, she smoothed her own blue uniform, before crossing her arms. She studied the Rose, looking at his face for a few seconds. She recognised him. "I know that face." She muttered, studying him closely. It was part of her duty to have a brilliant memory and something clicked into place. "Miles right?" She asked, an eyebrow rose, hoping that she had the right name. No, he was definitely Miles. He looked troubled and Erin's natural curiosity kicked in. "What's up with you? You look like one of the poor just stabbed you in the back." Little did she realise that she was pretty close to the truth.
OOC Notes
Kenneth began to pant as he chased the woman. He had seen some of the theives in this area, and knew that often it was a true exercise in futility. He was fast, but she was faster (especially while he was in armor) and she likely knew the area better. It was a foregone loss, especially after she made a sharp turn around a corner, usually a sign that someone was gone for good.
At least it was until he rounded the corner and found the woman sprawled on the ground."Fine! Just beat me and get it done. I don't have time for the petty mind games you Roses love so much!" The woman cried, her eyes now filled with tears
Kenneth grabbed the woman and pushed her against the wall, patting her down to check her possessions. You never could tell where a hidden blade could be stored, and with one pulled on him from a range such as this there was a chance she could go for his unarmored throat. His hands moved up her legs, and along her thighs, perhaps closer than necessary but not quite indecent. The real shock was when he got to her torso, feeling a large gap where an arm should me.
That explained quite a lot, like the look of fear. All Roses used violence differently, and considering her reaction she had been on the wrong end of one of the bad ones. This presented him with a dilemma: he could be completely justified in taking her in after that display, but capturing and subduing an disarmed (maybe not the best choice of words) woman was not going to do much for him, and would likely anger many of the passerbys. Or, perhaps there was another option.
"There. I've caught you. My search has revealed no stolen or illegal items and while I could have you taken in for resisting a Rose, that would be such a waste of time and paperwork." He gave the woman a gentle smile. "Now, we can play this two ways: I either take you to jail, which will be a headache for me and worse for you, or I can take you back to the man who's cart you broke and you promise to pay him and keep your nose clean. Either way, it keeps me from having to chase after you again."
Kenneth gave the woman a low chuckle. "And believe me when I say that I don't want to chase you again. You're fast woman. That was an impressive display. Except for the falling of course."
At least it was until he rounded the corner and found the woman sprawled on the ground."Fine! Just beat me and get it done. I don't have time for the petty mind games you Roses love so much!" The woman cried, her eyes now filled with tears
Kenneth grabbed the woman and pushed her against the wall, patting her down to check her possessions. You never could tell where a hidden blade could be stored, and with one pulled on him from a range such as this there was a chance she could go for his unarmored throat. His hands moved up her legs, and along her thighs, perhaps closer than necessary but not quite indecent. The real shock was when he got to her torso, feeling a large gap where an arm should me.
That explained quite a lot, like the look of fear. All Roses used violence differently, and considering her reaction she had been on the wrong end of one of the bad ones. This presented him with a dilemma: he could be completely justified in taking her in after that display, but capturing and subduing an disarmed (maybe not the best choice of words) woman was not going to do much for him, and would likely anger many of the passerbys. Or, perhaps there was another option.
"There. I've caught you. My search has revealed no stolen or illegal items and while I could have you taken in for resisting a Rose, that would be such a waste of time and paperwork." He gave the woman a gentle smile. "Now, we can play this two ways: I either take you to jail, which will be a headache for me and worse for you, or I can take you back to the man who's cart you broke and you promise to pay him and keep your nose clean. Either way, it keeps me from having to chase after you again."
Kenneth gave the woman a low chuckle. "And believe me when I say that I don't want to chase you again. You're fast woman. That was an impressive display. Except for the falling of course."
OOC Notes
Mamimi bit her lip while the man searched her. She fiddled with her bracer, wondering if she could get him, but she knew she couldn't resist, what with her ankle being in such a state. When he touched where her arm used to be, she noticed he hesitated a bit. While she didn't want to take advantage of a Rose, she also didn't want to go back to that man. She couldn't pay him because she left all her money in her safehouse.
"Please...I can't go back to that man." she whimpered. "I don't have any money. Why do you think I ran? For my health? I have no way to repay him."
With a sigh, she tried to shift her weight a bit, but cried out in surprise when her right ankle gave way and she fell. Or she would have if she hadn't lashed out with her arm and grabbed hold of the Rose. At just that time, the buckles of her cloak decided to snap and it fell away, revealing her to the world. Mamimi gasped and made a desperate dive for the cloak, but the damage was done. While most of the poor in the alley knew her, some didn't. The Rose certainly didn't.
Hardned criminals often had full body tattoo's, and reputations to match. While she was a criminal, she wasn't mean or cruel and she hated when people judged her that way. Not only that, but her collection of scars was vast and unsightly. Mamimi tried to hide her face under the cloak and not show the Rose her facial tattoos. Blood trenches were only earned by some of the lowest scum in society. Hers were branded on her falsely, of course, but no one else would know or believe that.
Damning the futility of it all, Mamimi struggled to her feet and left the cloak on the ground. If he was going to kill her, he was and she couldn't do a thing about it. Better to face it head on then on her back like an animal.
"Now you see...Now you see my pain and my fears. This," she gestured at herself, "Is why I wear the cloak. Because no one outside of my family will accept me with the way I look. So now it's up to you. My only request is if you kill me, please do it quickly. I have a low tolerance for pain."
"Please...I can't go back to that man." she whimpered. "I don't have any money. Why do you think I ran? For my health? I have no way to repay him."
With a sigh, she tried to shift her weight a bit, but cried out in surprise when her right ankle gave way and she fell. Or she would have if she hadn't lashed out with her arm and grabbed hold of the Rose. At just that time, the buckles of her cloak decided to snap and it fell away, revealing her to the world. Mamimi gasped and made a desperate dive for the cloak, but the damage was done. While most of the poor in the alley knew her, some didn't. The Rose certainly didn't.
Hardned criminals often had full body tattoo's, and reputations to match. While she was a criminal, she wasn't mean or cruel and she hated when people judged her that way. Not only that, but her collection of scars was vast and unsightly. Mamimi tried to hide her face under the cloak and not show the Rose her facial tattoos. Blood trenches were only earned by some of the lowest scum in society. Hers were branded on her falsely, of course, but no one else would know or believe that.
Damning the futility of it all, Mamimi struggled to her feet and left the cloak on the ground. If he was going to kill her, he was and she couldn't do a thing about it. Better to face it head on then on her back like an animal.
"Now you see...Now you see my pain and my fears. This," she gestured at herself, "Is why I wear the cloak. Because no one outside of my family will accept me with the way I look. So now it's up to you. My only request is if you kill me, please do it quickly. I have a low tolerance for pain."
OOC Notes
Kenneth gave a look of surprise when the woman let the cloak drop away from her face. Without the tattoos he would have said the woman was classically beautiful, but the harsh marks make her striking instead, almost exotic. He hadn't seen anyone marked up quite like this. Typically the only people marked up to such an extent were criminals.
But this didn't change the fact that as far as he could tell she had done nothing wrong. Well, other than destroying the wagon.
"My only request is if you kill me, please do it quickly. I have a low tolerance for pain."
Kenneth raised an eyebrow. "When did I say anything about killing you? You broke something, that's all. Hardly worth a capital punishment." The Rose grabbed onto his prisoner's arm, pulling it over his shoulder.
"I'm sure you can find something to promise him. The matter will between the two of you then, or perhaps you can find someone who will vouch for you with him." Kenneth turned his head to look into the ice blue eyes of the woman. "If you want me to treat you like an ordinary citizen, you need to take the responsibilities of them. Don't worry, we'll make sure that he doesn't rip you off. Hell, maybe he'll just ignore it for the pretty lady." Kenneth smirked, hitting on the complete stranger almost out of habit.
But this didn't change the fact that as far as he could tell she had done nothing wrong. Well, other than destroying the wagon.
"My only request is if you kill me, please do it quickly. I have a low tolerance for pain."
Kenneth raised an eyebrow. "When did I say anything about killing you? You broke something, that's all. Hardly worth a capital punishment." The Rose grabbed onto his prisoner's arm, pulling it over his shoulder.
"I'm sure you can find something to promise him. The matter will between the two of you then, or perhaps you can find someone who will vouch for you with him." Kenneth turned his head to look into the ice blue eyes of the woman. "If you want me to treat you like an ordinary citizen, you need to take the responsibilities of them. Don't worry, we'll make sure that he doesn't rip you off. Hell, maybe he'll just ignore it for the pretty lady." Kenneth smirked, hitting on the complete stranger almost out of habit.
OOC Notes
"Pretty lady..." Mamimi would have laughed if she wasn't so stunned. As far as she could tell, the man wasn't lying. He actually thought her pretty. Her cheeks turned deep crimson and she looked away from the man shyly. She was glad of his help, as her ankle was really starting to hurt now, but not looking forward to confronting the wagon man.
She leaned heavily on the Rose and bit her lip as she stepped wrong. "I've gotta practice that one more often," Mamimi muttered under her breath. She had managed to clip the cloak to her harness, but it was far from concealing. The stares she picked up made her angry, and she glared at people. Her icy blue gaze quickly withered them and they scampered away in different directions. She didn't realize how far they had run, as they had been walking for a steady five minutes without her catching sight of either Kurone or the cart man.
She was honestly surprised that no one else had joined in the chase. Usually the Roses ran in packs, or at least the lower ranked ones did. Also surprising was the fact that this man was letting her off so easy. She had seen members of her clan come back with a foot cut off for running from a Rose before. Almost involuntarily, she glanced down at her feet, wincing at the swelling already happening in her right ankle.
"So, uh, what's your name? I didn't quite catch it with all the "Stop you!" and things going on." She looked at the Rose with some curiosity. He was certainly more striking than most Roses she had met, if she was interested in that sort of thing. Her main focus was his armaments. Dual swords weren't unheard of, but they certainly weren't common. Even when she had both arms, Mamimi prefered either one sword or two handed blunt weapons like a mace or maul. She was glad that she wasn't carrying her Morning Star when she fell, otherwise she would have had more than just a sprained ankle.
She leaned heavily on the Rose and bit her lip as she stepped wrong. "I've gotta practice that one more often," Mamimi muttered under her breath. She had managed to clip the cloak to her harness, but it was far from concealing. The stares she picked up made her angry, and she glared at people. Her icy blue gaze quickly withered them and they scampered away in different directions. She didn't realize how far they had run, as they had been walking for a steady five minutes without her catching sight of either Kurone or the cart man.
She was honestly surprised that no one else had joined in the chase. Usually the Roses ran in packs, or at least the lower ranked ones did. Also surprising was the fact that this man was letting her off so easy. She had seen members of her clan come back with a foot cut off for running from a Rose before. Almost involuntarily, she glanced down at her feet, wincing at the swelling already happening in her right ankle.
"So, uh, what's your name? I didn't quite catch it with all the "Stop you!" and things going on." She looked at the Rose with some curiosity. He was certainly more striking than most Roses she had met, if she was interested in that sort of thing. Her main focus was his armaments. Dual swords weren't unheard of, but they certainly weren't common. Even when she had both arms, Mamimi prefered either one sword or two handed blunt weapons like a mace or maul. She was glad that she wasn't carrying her Morning Star when she fell, otherwise she would have had more than just a sprained ankle.
OOC Notes
Kenneth smiled when he saw the woman blush, even through the ink on her face. Her reaction wasn't entirely unexpected. More than one woman had responded the same way when he said things like that, and she was pretty, even if she wasn't someone you would run into at a ball. It was harmless flirting, so what would the trouble be?
People were scattering in the streets and there was no sign of Kurone, or even the wagon man as of yet. Perhaps Kurone had chosen to help the man, helping him get his wagon fixed rather than wait for Kenneth to catch the perpetrator. While it was bothersome that none of the other Roses were here, it did make dealing with this particular case easier. He would have little or no oversight in how he handled the matter, and no one who would have a chance to complain.
"My name is Kenneth Martin de la Dushone, Orange Rose of Linthe. But I do think that it's time for some questions of my own." He had noticed the woman glancing down at his weapons briefly, though he couldn't say for sure why. A two bladed fighting style was somewhat uncommon, which was compounded by the unique shape of his weapons. While Roses used a variety of weapons, he had never seen anyone else who relied on using two blades at once like he did. Was it simple curiosity? Or something more?
"What exactly were you doing on top of that roof anyway? Usually someone who does that is up to no good. Combined with the way that you move, one would have guessed that you were a thief or something like that." Kenneth paused, checking to see the woman's reaction. "Of course, that's silly. If you were running after stealing something you would have had something on you. And you're quite distinctive, I'm sure someone would have noticed you." I was a bit of a nudge and a wink. Likely the woman had a history of some sort, but he was going to judge on what happened today and what evidence he had. "Ah, but I've been so rude to the lady. What is your name?"
People were scattering in the streets and there was no sign of Kurone, or even the wagon man as of yet. Perhaps Kurone had chosen to help the man, helping him get his wagon fixed rather than wait for Kenneth to catch the perpetrator. While it was bothersome that none of the other Roses were here, it did make dealing with this particular case easier. He would have little or no oversight in how he handled the matter, and no one who would have a chance to complain.
"My name is Kenneth Martin de la Dushone, Orange Rose of Linthe. But I do think that it's time for some questions of my own." He had noticed the woman glancing down at his weapons briefly, though he couldn't say for sure why. A two bladed fighting style was somewhat uncommon, which was compounded by the unique shape of his weapons. While Roses used a variety of weapons, he had never seen anyone else who relied on using two blades at once like he did. Was it simple curiosity? Or something more?
"What exactly were you doing on top of that roof anyway? Usually someone who does that is up to no good. Combined with the way that you move, one would have guessed that you were a thief or something like that." Kenneth paused, checking to see the woman's reaction. "Of course, that's silly. If you were running after stealing something you would have had something on you. And you're quite distinctive, I'm sure someone would have noticed you." I was a bit of a nudge and a wink. Likely the woman had a history of some sort, but he was going to judge on what happened today and what evidence he had. "Ah, but I've been so rude to the lady. What is your name?"
OOC Notes
This time, Mamimi laughed. She hadn't meant to, but he caught her off guard. Generally she tried not to laugh, as her laugh was considered by most to be very...disturbing. It reminded one of the harpy's insane cackle in the tales of fantasy some people spin.
"Such manners! I never expected courtesy from one such as you to one such as me. Very well then. My name is Mamimi sa Tengaki, but you can call me whatever you please." She chuckled to herself again, and then wrinkled her brow. "Did you say de la Dushone? THE de la Dushone? Hrmm.." Mamimi had no idea who he was, but she wanted to get of the topic of what she was. Even though she had a perfectly legal side to her, her prices on the herbs she sold were a tad high and that was generally looked down upon.
They finally reached the spot where she fell, only the cart and man were gone. Kurone was still standing there, but she had expected that. Hay and tiles littered the side of the street in abundance, evidence to her guilt. However, it appeared that the man had fixed his cart and left without complaint. Mamimi shrugged and let go of Kenneth so she could sit on the hay. Out of habit, she brushed her hair forward over her face, as it was long enough to obscure some detail. She scratched at her most recent tattoo, which was the band around her neck in the shape of a dragon eating its own tail. That was as high up as she allowed a needle to touch her. The blood trenches on her face hurt so much that she forbid any tattoo artist from putting anything else on her face.
If one looked at her tattoo's closely they could see that they spelled words. She had the entire works of her favorite author tattooed onto her body. The first chapter started around her collarbone and shoulders and continued all the way to her ankles. Of course a large section was missing due to the loss of her right arm, but it was a rather calm part of the story anyways. She adjusted one of the straps on her harness, making sure it was still covering her and fiddled with one of the good luck charms she had strung into the leather. It was a small talisman depicting the likeness of the goddess of good fortune that the heathens of the countryside worshipped. She didn't believe in the gods and goddesses of the heathens, but the face was a calming influence on her so she kept it.
Acting disinterested in the two Roses, she tried not to eavesdrop as they discussed whatever it was they were talking about. She assumed that it was her or her punishment, but she couldn't and didn't want to be sure.
"Such manners! I never expected courtesy from one such as you to one such as me. Very well then. My name is Mamimi sa Tengaki, but you can call me whatever you please." She chuckled to herself again, and then wrinkled her brow. "Did you say de la Dushone? THE de la Dushone? Hrmm.." Mamimi had no idea who he was, but she wanted to get of the topic of what she was. Even though she had a perfectly legal side to her, her prices on the herbs she sold were a tad high and that was generally looked down upon.
They finally reached the spot where she fell, only the cart and man were gone. Kurone was still standing there, but she had expected that. Hay and tiles littered the side of the street in abundance, evidence to her guilt. However, it appeared that the man had fixed his cart and left without complaint. Mamimi shrugged and let go of Kenneth so she could sit on the hay. Out of habit, she brushed her hair forward over her face, as it was long enough to obscure some detail. She scratched at her most recent tattoo, which was the band around her neck in the shape of a dragon eating its own tail. That was as high up as she allowed a needle to touch her. The blood trenches on her face hurt so much that she forbid any tattoo artist from putting anything else on her face.
If one looked at her tattoo's closely they could see that they spelled words. She had the entire works of her favorite author tattooed onto her body. The first chapter started around her collarbone and shoulders and continued all the way to her ankles. Of course a large section was missing due to the loss of her right arm, but it was a rather calm part of the story anyways. She adjusted one of the straps on her harness, making sure it was still covering her and fiddled with one of the good luck charms she had strung into the leather. It was a small talisman depicting the likeness of the goddess of good fortune that the heathens of the countryside worshipped. She didn't believe in the gods and goddesses of the heathens, but the face was a calming influence on her so she kept it.
Acting disinterested in the two Roses, she tried not to eavesdrop as they discussed whatever it was they were talking about. She assumed that it was her or her punishment, but she couldn't and didn't want to be sure.
OOC Notes
"I'm reminded that politeness does a lot of good when it suits me." Kenneth didn't smile back this time. The woman managed to dodge his question completely.
"Just be careful the next time you decide to take a run. I believe in second chances, but many of us do not. And only the biggest bleeding hearts believe in third chances. And you never know what important thing you're carrying might break." Kenneth gave a meaningful look at Kurone. He hoped that his subtle unsaid message of "Don't let me catch you with anything, or there's going to be trouble." was managing to come through.
"But it seems that the cart man as wandered off without recompense. I suppose that you're free to go when you are ready Miss...You know, I still didn't get your name."
"Just be careful the next time you decide to take a run. I believe in second chances, but many of us do not. And only the biggest bleeding hearts believe in third chances. And you never know what important thing you're carrying might break." Kenneth gave a meaningful look at Kurone. He hoped that his subtle unsaid message of "Don't let me catch you with anything, or there's going to be trouble." was managing to come through.
"But it seems that the cart man as wandered off without recompense. I suppose that you're free to go when you are ready Miss...You know, I still didn't get your name."
OOC Notes
Mamimi looked blankly at the man for a second before she realized she must have been muttering earlier. "Mamimi," she said simply. She did owe Kenneth for not beating or arresting her, but that didn't mean she trusted him completely yet. For all she knew, he was just as cunning a deceiver as she was.
"Heya, Kurone. How's it hangin'?" Mamimi said weakly. All of the sudden she was exhausted, as if the relief that she wasn't going into the slam liquefied her muscles. Her vision went in and out of focus, before failing completely as she fell asleep. Mamimi almost prided herself on the ability to sleep anywhere, on anything, during any situation. If she had the opportunity, she took a cat nap. With an almost inaudible sigh of relief, she curled up inside her cloak on the hay pile and let nature take its course.
"Heya, Kurone. How's it hangin'?" Mamimi said weakly. All of the sudden she was exhausted, as if the relief that she wasn't going into the slam liquefied her muscles. Her vision went in and out of focus, before failing completely as she fell asleep. Mamimi almost prided herself on the ability to sleep anywhere, on anything, during any situation. If she had the opportunity, she took a cat nap. With an almost inaudible sigh of relief, she curled up inside her cloak on the hay pile and let nature take its course.
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Eve pouted as Erin left, and nodded. Eve listen to her when she was there but when she wasn’t… Eve did what she wanted to. Or at least she tried. Eve walked over to the golden framed window and stuck her leg out of it. One the then the other. She sat there a moment looking out upon the city. It was so beautiful. She could see it all from her window. Every tree top and roof, each young maiden sneaking out late at night and each boy throwing rocks at their window. Her room was the tallest point in the whole city. It was even higher than the rose towers.
Eve stuffed money in her pockets and then threw a make shift rope, made out of sheets, out the window. She tied it to her bed and began climbing slowly down the treacherous height. When she got to the bottom she ran as fast as she could. She knew if she wasn’t quick some one would see her. She darted behind trees and rocks, ducking and diving and rose tower’s glare until she was finally out of royal grounds. Once Eve was out of there and in the upper middle class section of the city, she quickly put on a veil like eastern Indian women do, to disguise her identity. All one could see was Eve’s blue eye, and her gold one.
Eve wondered down to the poorest district and gave what she had to young children. She was satisfied with herself, she felt invigorated to be out and most of all to be breaking the rules. Danger like this got Eve in her element. She wasn’t made to be so prime and proper like her royal parents forced her to be.
Eventually Iris gave up on a rose check in today and set out to patrol the city since she wasn’t given a mission today. That was unusual for a black rose as highly rated as she. Iris walked down the street in the upper class region of the city. She could have sworn she saw a girl in a veil with a blue eye and a gold one, just like princess Eve! But it couldn’t be.. Erin was her body guard and seemed capable enough to Iris. Iris heard a commotion from near the library and ran down the street toward it. She saw a orange rose as she ran. She believed his name was Kennith. But she didn’t really keep track of low ranked roses. She motioned for him to follow her as she took his eye contact. Her black rose pin gleamed on her chest. He would have to see it, and obey the authority it came with.
Eve stuffed money in her pockets and then threw a make shift rope, made out of sheets, out the window. She tied it to her bed and began climbing slowly down the treacherous height. When she got to the bottom she ran as fast as she could. She knew if she wasn’t quick some one would see her. She darted behind trees and rocks, ducking and diving and rose tower’s glare until she was finally out of royal grounds. Once Eve was out of there and in the upper middle class section of the city, she quickly put on a veil like eastern Indian women do, to disguise her identity. All one could see was Eve’s blue eye, and her gold one.
Eve wondered down to the poorest district and gave what she had to young children. She was satisfied with herself, she felt invigorated to be out and most of all to be breaking the rules. Danger like this got Eve in her element. She wasn’t made to be so prime and proper like her royal parents forced her to be.
Eventually Iris gave up on a rose check in today and set out to patrol the city since she wasn’t given a mission today. That was unusual for a black rose as highly rated as she. Iris walked down the street in the upper class region of the city. She could have sworn she saw a girl in a veil with a blue eye and a gold one, just like princess Eve! But it couldn’t be.. Erin was her body guard and seemed capable enough to Iris. Iris heard a commotion from near the library and ran down the street toward it. She saw a orange rose as she ran. She believed his name was Kennith. But she didn’t really keep track of low ranked roses. She motioned for him to follow her as she took his eye contact. Her black rose pin gleamed on her chest. He would have to see it, and obey the authority it came with.
OOC Notes
Will ran as fast as he could to the signal tower door. If he could get there, he might be able to call for help. Almost there, he thought, panting from near-exhaustion. Just a few more steps! Will extended his handout to grab the gilded doorknob, but something caught him halfway. Before he could even yell for help, a powerful whirlwind whisked him up and back over to the blind mage. Will could have sworn that the man's pet owl was laughing at his failure as it followed him back. He stood still in front of his captor. The wind had died down, but there was a breeze flowing around him that wasn't anywhere else in the room.
"First of all, I'm not stealing anything I'm taking back! Knowledge should be available to everyone, yet you'll note that not everyone is aloud into a so called public library!," Egan yelled angrily, and then he lowered his voice, but gave it a more menacing tone. "And second of all...I had told you not to move." He sighed despite himself, he didn't want to appear weak of heart. "If you're going to be such a pest then you're going to make this a lot quicker and painless for the both of us. You're a royal archivist right?" Egan said the word royal with such disgust you would have thought he were talking about maggoty meat. "Then I'm sure you know your way around every library in Lithe including this one, I'm going to call out titles and you're going to lead me to them. Don't try to pull any shinanagins, that wind can turn violent at an instant."
"A civilian wouldn't have blasted a hole in the square," he mumbled as he led the man over to the first row of bookshelves. "If you don't mind me asking," he continued, not even bothering to turn around, "Why do you hate me? Don't deny it, I can hear the loathing in your voice."
"First of all, I'm not stealing anything I'm taking back! Knowledge should be available to everyone, yet you'll note that not everyone is aloud into a so called public library!," Egan yelled angrily, and then he lowered his voice, but gave it a more menacing tone. "And second of all...I had told you not to move." He sighed despite himself, he didn't want to appear weak of heart. "If you're going to be such a pest then you're going to make this a lot quicker and painless for the both of us. You're a royal archivist right?" Egan said the word royal with such disgust you would have thought he were talking about maggoty meat. "Then I'm sure you know your way around every library in Lithe including this one, I'm going to call out titles and you're going to lead me to them. Don't try to pull any shinanagins, that wind can turn violent at an instant."
"A civilian wouldn't have blasted a hole in the square," he mumbled as he led the man over to the first row of bookshelves. "If you don't mind me asking," he continued, not even bothering to turn around, "Why do you hate me? Don't deny it, I can hear the loathing in your voice."
OOC Notes
Miriel quickly jogged towards the library, a civilian had reported a mage of some sort blasting a hole in the middle of the road before entering the library. Needless to say that was something that needed to be stopped, and she had not had anything to do for a few days due to all the planning going on to get that airship.
As she arrived she saw the door was indeed wide open and all the torches inside were out.
Walking in she found the mysterious mage and a boy, wait wasnt that the archivists apprentice? Will, bill something like that, that he seemed to have coerced into leading him around the room. "Stop right there." She said firmly, clearly not going to take no for an answer. This mage had destroyed public property and threatened this boy, unless he could teleport she would catch him. *He better not be able to teleport* Miriel thought wearily, teleportation was a really annoying spell, she wished that there was a way for her to stop it. Sadly there was not and people got away using it. Her swords were still in their sheathes but she would draw them if she needed to.
As she arrived she saw the door was indeed wide open and all the torches inside were out.
Walking in she found the mysterious mage and a boy, wait wasnt that the archivists apprentice? Will, bill something like that, that he seemed to have coerced into leading him around the room. "Stop right there." She said firmly, clearly not going to take no for an answer. This mage had destroyed public property and threatened this boy, unless he could teleport she would catch him. *He better not be able to teleport* Miriel thought wearily, teleportation was a really annoying spell, she wished that there was a way for her to stop it. Sadly there was not and people got away using it. Her swords were still in their sheathes but she would draw them if she needed to.
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I.. have to agree. however if enough people notice this I will continue if possible.
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*sigh* I know it's ironic that about two weeks ago, I was talking of not letting this RP die and then I stopped posting, I could continue if you guys want thing is, while I saw a lot of potential in this story, e.i rebellion, Natat wanting to take advantage of Linthe's weakness, epic 3 way battle ensuing with sword fight, magic, and steam-punk tanks type things, plus a lot of romance possibilities between all the different characters made here, most people who made one never even posted once, and of those who did seem to have all but abandoned this, I admit I've been neglect full too. In either case I wonder if we have enough people anymore to keep this going so anyone still interested can you please say so, and maybe we can get some sort of a storyline going. If not eleniel it was fun fighting with you, to bad this might end when are characters were starting be come friends or well uneasy allies, heh.
Also for krazy tiger, and syrafay, that kind of tornado doesn't reach all the way up to the clouds, it can be attack from the top plus if the kite going around in it is chopped of it would cease, (course he has a spare) I don't know my maneuver seemed to overpowered, or unapproachable, the chase would have been fun though, a little disgusting but fun none the less. :D Well we'll see what happens.
Also for krazy tiger, and syrafay, that kind of tornado doesn't reach all the way up to the clouds, it can be attack from the top plus if the kite going around in it is chopped of it would cease, (course he has a spare) I don't know my maneuver seemed to overpowered, or unapproachable, the chase would have been fun though, a little disgusting but fun none the less. :D Well we'll see what happens.
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Hah, its alright you were gone so long Senior, at least you are back now. And there are just some things that cannot be controlled.
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eleniel wrote:Might as well give other people posting time.
Could you describe in more detail exactly what egan did with the wind? Is he backing up while creating a giant wall with tons of it, or is he just making the cyclone bigger.
LOL man I'm so sorry I can see what you mean by incoherent, I was really sleepy when I posted that. U_U I edited the horrendous sentence fragments that don't make any sense. Anyways, he summoned the whirlwind that was keeping Will prisoner next to him when he heard foot steps, but also he let out more air from the bag, and had it circulate a wider area around them as a soft barely noticeable breeze, it's radius maybe takes about 5 corridors of books. He's till got the old whirlwind which is now a mini tornado with him, and he's extracting air from that bigger circulation and placing it between them in such away that is not noticeable, so that when she attacks he'll have a weapon or defense against her.
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Might as well give other people posting time.
Could you describe in more detail exactly what egan did with the wind? Is he backing up while creating a giant wall with tons of it, or is he just making the cyclone bigger.
Could you describe in more detail exactly what egan did with the wind? Is he backing up while creating a giant wall with tons of it, or is he just making the cyclone bigger.
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LMAO nice! Thanks so much for telling me! Only thing for me to do now is decide what to have my person do... Cuz I'm assuming it's been at least a couple hours since her interrupted pick-pocketing... lol
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eleniel wrote:Well egan should have expected a bunch of people to come running, he broke into a giant library openly not even trying to hide it.
That being said I am sure that he has a few tricks up his sleeves and will be able to get away, I am /very/ tired right now so I won't type up a reply until later, I prefer being completely coherent when writing.
Oh I know I wasn't seriously complaining, but now I have to figure a way out if this without god moding lulz. :P Probably back in the day during the original rebellion he tried dressing up as a noble and using a fake I.D. to check out books which would seem like the smart thing to do, but his general description (tall skinny dark hair, wind expert, and blind) is probably well known. Picking up braille books on wind magic which are rare to boot, and have probably been removed from the library, without having pre-summoned air, his kite on hand, and Onyx watching his back, would probably ensure his capture. So he had to do it the butt-headed way plus...he IS butt-headed! Egan may be smart but he lacks common sense his hate for upper class people is very black and white with no gray, he's full of good intentions and bright ideas to change Lithe but he's also an idiot, Mamimi is tackling the problem much better then he, by trying to befriend some Roses. Egan desperately needs friends to anchor him to sanity, hopefully if he survives this he might get the chance to see the human side of the roses at some point, but it won't happen in the heat of battle lol.
Yes please do write coherently the last thing this RP needs is another sloppy grammar butcher like yours truly. :P
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Well egan should have expected a bunch of people to come running, he broke into a giant library openly not even trying to hide it.
That being said I am sure that he has a few tricks up his sleeves and will be able to get away, I am /very/ tired right now so I won't type up a reply until later, I prefer being completely coherent when writing.
That being said I am sure that he has a few tricks up his sleeves and will be able to get away, I am /very/ tired right now so I won't type up a reply until later, I prefer being completely coherent when writing.
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Strange... I'm not able to post...
I had a message, that my characters has been approved but he does not stand under 'characters'.
I would really like to start here, now after I read all those other posts thoroughly...
oops.. sorry that should be in the other thread, too.....
I had a message, that my characters has been approved but he does not stand under 'characters'.
I would really like to start here, now after I read all those other posts thoroughly...
oops.. sorry that should be in the other thread, too.....
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Awwww Kurone's character has been abandoned I really liked him. D:
Well Egan has broke into the largest public libary ( public to upper classmen, doubt they let anyone lower then middle class practice it legally) he's trying to get a hold of a few magic books, to further his and start others' magical education. He kept Will hostage for a while, but he let him go as soon as Miriel got there Will didn't waste anytime and jumped out of a window...to get away from Miriel lmao. Now Egan and Miriel are in the middle of a brawl Kenneth and Kurone are on their way to check it out, with Mamimi tagging along but staying out of it...My character is going to get gang banged in other words lol! D: Oh yeah and Iris is chilling in the forest. :D
Dreamalot106 wrote:Hey guys! So incredibly sorry for not havning gotten on and posting! There's been so many posts since last Thursday can someone please give me a summary of what's happened, approximately what time of day it is at the moment, and kind of where everyone is pleas? It would be greatly appreciated, because otherwise I don't know if I'll be able to jump back in or not. :S
Well Egan has broke into the largest public libary ( public to upper classmen, doubt they let anyone lower then middle class practice it legally) he's trying to get a hold of a few magic books, to further his and start others' magical education. He kept Will hostage for a while, but he let him go as soon as Miriel got there Will didn't waste anytime and jumped out of a window...to get away from Miriel lmao. Now Egan and Miriel are in the middle of a brawl Kenneth and Kurone are on their way to check it out, with Mamimi tagging along but staying out of it...My character is going to get gang banged in other words lol! D: Oh yeah and Iris is chilling in the forest. :D
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Hey guys! So incredibly sorry for not havning gotten on and posting! There's been so many posts since last Thursday can someone please give me a summary of what's happened, approximately what time of day it is at the moment, and kind of where everyone is pleas? It would be greatly appreciated, because otherwise I don't know if I'll be able to jump back in or not. :S
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Hey guys! I'm gonna leave for my aunt's house soon, and I'm not entirely sure of the internet situation there. Worst case scenario, I may not be able to post again until tonight. Au revoir!
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I'll post my characters tomorrow when my internet stops acting up. :3 I'm excited to RP with you guys!
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Princess Eve will be Erin's charge! :) I'll post tonight when I get home from college!
Kim~
Kim~
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Krazy- Someone's all ready playing a princess character... maybe you could work something out with Ashbug
Phat- I was just wondering... why haven't you posted yet?
Phat- I was just wondering... why haven't you posted yet?
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Hey, I've just posted my character and I hope she's alright. She will have a charge, eventually. And if no-one wants to play a prince/princess for her to be a guard for then I'll just have to create another character. :) Hope that's all ok.
Kim~
Kim~
Re: [OOC] The Roses
I have posted my character just now. I hope it's alright, because I took some time over her =D I apoligize for the picture but I really wanted some sort of image and it was the only one that I could find that was remotely suitable =)
Re: [OOC] The Roses
Bah I've been meaning to start posting (opening's a little long) I'll do it, tomorrow or today technically (Saturday) don't worry I refuse to ignore this one!
Re: [OOC] The Roses
Hey guys, post whenever you want because I doubt all of us will be at the same place at the same time.
