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EXILE RPG
In a world where it’s possible to collect magic from magical people, beasts and things, criminals have their magic forcefully extracted and given to the magicless by the corrupt government, the Ruthkirn Haefin. Magic can be wonderful, but too much magic can be incredibly dangerous to people with any capacity for magical use- it can drive them mad. So, when a new continent is discovered full of dangerous and magical beasts, the only people they’re willing to send in is the criminals- magicless and completely useless to the government, a mere liability, who cares if they live or die?
In this RP, we’ll be playing people who had their magic extracted due to being accused of crimes and now have to do the dangerous job of collecting magic in an unexplored new land. You can play off this topic slightly- for instance Katydid’s character is slightly different in that she still has a hint of her magic, but she’s still a balanced character because of how weak being blood farmed makes her. If you’re not sure about your character just ask one of us (Danie, Indigo, Katydid) for help.
Rules
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Please make a balanced character with both strengths and weaknesses. This will make the role play more fun- if your character is so powerful he or she could easily overcome the problem, the role play won’t be very hard or long, and we wouldn’t have to think up any interesting ways for the characters to get around the problem.
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Please be respectful of other people. Don’t control what their character does in one of your posts or do something without their permission.
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Please, only one person gets a power. Multiple people with the same powers might get kind of boring. However, since we need a relatively balanced ratio of boys and girls, if you want to make a boy character with the same power as a previously made girl character, you can.
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One character each, please. This rule is in place because when there are too many characters, it can get confusing. If there’s only one character per person, more people can roleplay than if each person has five or six characters.
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Even with the previous rule it’s still likely there may be too many people roleplaying together if we don’t have a rule on how many people can join- so there’s a limit of 10 people, first come first serve- but you can reserve spots and if by the time you’re reading this, this RP has started, you can join if you are up to date on what’s going on in the RP.
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We’ll be starting with them just getting off the boat onto the new land of their exile.
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If you have read all of these rules, please put the word ‘blue’ in one of your sentences in the pet peeves part of the character sheet.
Character Sheet
Name:
Age(15 or older):
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Powers they previously possessed:
Pet Peeves:
Weaknesses:
Backstory (write a short scene where they get caught or imprisoned):
Danie’s Character:
Name: Olive Wilkens
Age(15 or older): 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Surprisingly clean fluffy light gray hair in a bob. Large gray blue eyes that never seem to stare straight at you. She has the height of a 12 year old, and would be average in weight if they actually fed them enough. Her face is speckled with dirt. Her clothes look like someone was desperately trying to clean them but failed in the end.
Personality: Olive is naive and cheerful to the point of cluelessness, and she can’t seem to figure out the seriousness of her situation or of future problems. She can’t hold a grudge either, and people whose morals are less than perfect seem trustworthy to her. She isn’t the brightest either, and can’t seem to understand that a person is sad. Frankly, she doesn’t seem to think that ‘sad’ exists. For example, if she were to see a person in grief or anger, she would just see this as another form of happiness and carry on like usual. This means that she can’t and won’t show sympathy or empathy.
Powers they previously possessed: Complete Invisibility. As simple as that. However, she can only go invisible for as long as she can hold her breath. People can also still hurt her and feel her.
Pet Peeves: She hates people tapping on things, hates nails on chalkboard and other noises similar. Though I suppose hate is a strong word, because she’s literally never down in the blues.
Weaknesses: She’s kleptomaniac, a person with a severe urge to steal and hoard items with little reason. She is weak physically, and even her personality is also a bit of a weakness.
Backstory (write a short scene where they get caught or imprisoned):
The girl was, quite frankly, hard to notice. You would pass by her on the street, give her a second glance, and then she was gone. As well as your hat, your necklace, and the twenty or so wrappers hiding in your purse.
If she had ever thought of a good reason for stealing, it was about as unknown as the whereabouts of those stolen items. She was, to put it simply, a thief, a hoarder, and a problem to the society. At least, to the glorious leaders of Ruthkirn Haefin.
So, in the afternoon of a should be average day, this said girl went on like usual. She inhaled. She stole. She exhaled. Again and again. Until something out of the norm happened. Someone noticed her.
The guards were quickly called, for this piece of information spread through the crowd like a wildfire. The girl, oblivious to the attention, continued her tasks, until she found her way blocked. By the guards. They took her arms, emptied her pockets, pushed her, laughed at her, their voices and their hands a hurricane of motion.
She was taken into a dark place, with metal bars and strange people. But she smiled, relaxed, acting as if nothing had happened.
“What’s your name?” She said cheerfully, her eyes darting between scraps on the ground. “I’m Olive.”
The guard was unresponsive.
“This place smells quite nice you know.” She waved her hands about, her eyes still attached to the ground. “Old and rustic and used often.”
No response.
“Don’t you like it here?” She lifted her head. “You must like it, seeing how far away you must be from everyone else.” She smiled.
The guard twitched.
Indigo’s Character:
Name: Madeline Hart
Age(15 or older): 16
Gender: female
Appearance: Madeline has straight black hair that runs down her back almost to her elbows, dull green eyes that make her look like she’s always in deep thought, and a slightly downturned mouth with thin lips. She’s tall and slender, partly from the rough treatment of the exile, but rarely looks very attractive either way, as she often forgets to brush her hair or teeth. She dresses in worn and simple but clean clothes and usually has her hair up in a bun or back in two braids.
Personality: Madeline is serious and quiet; she rarely opens up to people, instead keeping her own counsel. This is not to say she is inarticulate or not a good leader; she’s a good leader, but she’s so serious she doesn’t make for a very good friend, and is rarely any fun to be around. She rarely gets angry, but when she does it’s fearsome. Wary, and well aware of all the dangers in the world, but tries to be optimistic and see the bright side of things. Intelligent and well educated.
Powers they previously possessed: Madeline used to be able to transform the best of her drawings into art that was three dimensional and real; the art would not be alive, and would be under her control; if she was devoting her energy to controlling it might respond to questions, but if she wasn’t paying much attention, it would just continue doing as she had left it doing and ignore whatever else was going on. For instance, if she made a miniature dragon illusion that sang and danced and someone hit it but she wasn’t paying attention, it would just keep dancing and singing without reacting.
Pet Peeves: She can’t stand people who spit when they speak or chew with their mouth open; she also hates being dirty for long periods of time; she can endure it easily enough for a little while, but past then being grimey will make her very irritable. She’s also very bad with deep water; all that blue wet stuff freaks her out a bit. Bath tubs are okay, but anything much bigger or much deeper than that is an issue for her.
Weaknesses: A bit of a neat freak and a perfectionist. Bad at picking up social cues for jokes and rarely finds anything funny. Makes rash decisions at times; when she’s angry, she often does something without fully thinking it through. Holds grudges for long periods of times and physically weak; she has good endurance when running but otherwise sucks at all types of exercise or fighting aside from that.
Backstory (write a short scene where they get caught or imprisoned):
They had not expected it to be her, even though in hindsight it had been so obvious, the jury whispered amongst themselves as they ran through the sheets of evidence they had been given. It was so, so obvious, so clear; yet they could still hardly believe it.
She had been such a kind, sweet girl, from a good, rich family that wholly supported the government, as all good citizens should, and had gotten such good grades, her tutors protested, confused. She never had seemed at all crazy, her sister testified; and her art had been so beautiful, who would have thought she would use it for evil?
Madeline, sitting in the chair, reflected that while she did not like the fate that awaited her, the waiting she had to endure during the stupid ceremonial trial was even worse. She sat perfectly still, back perfectly straight; looking about as unlike a mad woman as she possibly could with her hair messed up and paint all over her clothes, popping and fizzing with excess magic.
The crowd, that gilded collection of the wealthy and nobility, many of whom Madeline knew as the parents of that girl in her Mathematics class or this boy in her Ancient History class, some even the parents of her closest friends, were being strung up into greater and greater rage. Once, they had looked at her as that girl at school their children knew; but now they looked at her as if she were a little squashed up spider on the bottom of their shoes.
“AND THIS GIRL, THIS TUH-RAIIIIITOR TO OUR GLOOORIOUS CAUSE, THIS- THIS- ABOMIN-NATION DESERVES NOOOOOOOOTHING LESS THAN THE REMOVAL OF HER TUH-RATIOOOORIOUS MAGIC AND EXILE,” The persecutor roared, to much loud cheering. “AT LEAST THAT WAY SHE CAN CONTRIBUTE SOMETHING TO OUR GREAT NATION!”
Madeline bowed her head and avoided eye contact with her family as she was dragged out, at last crumpling under the weight of the realization of what this really meant.
Katydid’s Character:
Name: Faera Ryoko
Age(15 or older): 16
Gender: Female (Half-dragon)
Appearance: Generally the first thing one would notice about her is the obvious lack of weight. She looks half starved, and extremely small, though she isn’t that short. The second thing someone might notice about her, if they can meet her gaze, is that her eyes are an icy, almost white blue. They stand out upon her face, which is actually startlingly pretty for her lack of weight. She’s got brown hair constantly back in a messy braid, and pieces always frame her face. Scars cover most of her body, but she hides them well.
Personality: Faera is extremely indecisive with her emotions. They are never really good emotions, but she she snaps back between anger and fear, as well as sarcasm. Even the simplest things get rather big outbursts, so she tries to keep her talking low. She’s a fairly negative person, and lapses into long silences of daydreaming often. She doesn’t trust humans, considering they practically ruined her, and the only thing they have caused her is pain. If she willingly makes contact with someone it’s as close to trust as she will get.
Powers they previously possessed: She had the ability to fly, with large silver wings protruding from her back. She was also slightly fire resistant, but not by much.
Pet Peeves: People. Idiotic people. Mistakes. She gets extremely annoyed very easily, even with the smallest of sounds. The only thing that doesn’t annoy her is well-played music, whether it’s a blueish sad song, or a violent red one.
Weaknesses: She’s extremely weak. There is barely any sense of bravery within her sociopathic soul, so she’s a coward.
Backstory (write a short scene where they get caught or imprisoned):
It had all begun with a crash and a bang. Or, rather, ended. Faera wasn’t ready to admit her life was swept away and she wasn’t even close to being prepared to admit something horrific had begun.
She had expected the moment to come for years. She was wasted hours worrying of different ways they might attempt to capture her, and how she could escape from their grasp. When that dreaded occasion finally arrived, although much too soon, it didn’t take her long to realize there wasn’t even a chance of escape.
The men had trailed behind her for hours on their horses, and even with her wings she couldn’t shake off their trail. They were all trained archers, and after a few hours of the chase, even when she had flown higher out of their reach, it took (suggested edit: only) one slip-up for an arrow to penetrate her wing.
The cry of victory below her struck fear into her heart and left her paralyzed. The pain was overpowering on it’s own, but the terror she felt made things much worse. She had known they would catch her, but couldn’t simply believe it until she found herself spiraling towards the ground.
The moment she realized there was no going back, the only bit of hope left inside was the hope that they would fail to catch her.
Even that wasn’t granted.
It had been the last thing she had hoped for, because after that they took away everything. They didn’t even wait to carry her off before injecting her with some sort of serum, which she soon discovered helped her blood replenish, and removing her magic.
When they took away the magic, they stole the dragon part of her. The once magnificent silver wings upon her back melted away, leaving burning scars upon her back. Her blood was still magic, but didn’t do any good.
Then they took away whatever part of her was human. They ripped it to shreds, breaking her beyond healing emotionally. She lost hope only four days into imprisonment, though she would have to agree it had been failing the moment an arrow shot through her wing.
Her personality changed and she lost any attempt to care. No one else mattered but her. All hope was gone, swept away in the dust, and all that remained was a skeleton of a person, filled with anger and regret.
She would daydream constantly about possibilities of freedom. But the difference between wishing and hoping, is that you only believe one of them will happen. The other you know is impossible, and will remain a simple dream.
submitted by Indigo, Katy & Danie
(November 22, 2016 - 2:04 pm)
(November 22, 2016 - 2:04 pm)
bee-too-tee-ful
(December 1, 2016 - 11:01 pm)
@Leafpool Yeah, we know each other outside from CB. Still not IRL tho.
Olive~
A bob of gray hair can be seen sticking out from the crowd on the island.
"It's so beautiful!" The voice chirped from under that mop of hair. "I thought the ship was pretty too but this is so nice!"
The bright blue eyes looking about seemed oblivious to the grumbling of those around her.
"And this sand! So soft," She kneeled down, feeling the yellow specks under her fingers. She was then pulled up, and shoved with the rest.
Deep sounding voices were shouting around her. She ignored them however, and cheerfully smiled at the ones unfortunate enough to be near her.
"I'm Olive! What's your name? Do you like the ocean? What about the beach? I like the beach. And the sky. The sky's my favorite color! What's your favorite color?" They didn't take to kindly to this bundle of joy, this chit chatting reminder of their past lives.
"Shut your mouth." "Go away..." "Talk to someone else, loser." Their harsh tones were lost to this clueless girl.
She then found herself talking to a tall, slender girl with straight black hair.
"Hi!" She skipped toward her side, smiling brightly. "What a nice day it is today. Don't you think?"
The girl looked at her warily, and stayed silent. Olive blinked and carried on.
"Can you speak?" She tilted her head. "You must want to speak. Everyone likes speaking."
The girl casted another irritated glance at Olive, and walked faster. This went over Olive's head.
"Oh, I'm Olive! You must know me. Everyone does! They all like me too." She stared at the sky with a confused expression. "I mean, they must like me."
She thought for a moment before carrying on. "What are you hobbies? Do you like art? I like--" Olive stared at the girl's face. Her expression had... Changed. Olive was satisfied that this was an expression of liking that hobby.
"You like art! That's cool! What do you like to draw? Are you good at drawing?" Olive babbled on, Oblivious to the way that had struck a cord with the girl.
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I'm not really good at moving the story with good plot. I don't want to mess anything up.
Did I do your character well, Indi? Sorry If I'm moving the story too fast.
(December 1, 2016 - 10:23 pm)
I almost laughed, XD. She really IS oblivious!
(December 2, 2016 - 12:30 am)
Nope! It looks good to me!
(December 2, 2016 - 9:59 am)
Can I join or have you reached your limit yet?
(December 2, 2016 - 7:28 am)
Sorry, Echo, but we already have!
(December 2, 2016 - 7:26 pm)
Wren~
The ship rocked from side to side. My stomach writhed. Oh, why could they not have killed me instead!
No, they had to torture me with seasickness. I sat slumped against the side of the ship, trying to clench my stomach. No, I would not puke.
I had lost everything. My beaus, my family, my beauty, my whole life! And all that was left was a small shell.
A shivered as the salty air beat against me. I bet I looked awful at that moment. Nothing like my former self.
A girl was chirping and chattering, annoying everybody to death. If she came close enough to me, I'd give her face something to think about. Something like MY FACE!
Remembering was difficult. And a torture. I didn't want to, but I had to. I could not forget that night.
My own screams. Their faces. Everyones faces. Why are faces so important to me?
Why is anything important to me now?
(December 2, 2016 - 11:34 am)
(December 2, 2016 - 9:54 pm)
Siren Shallows~
I watched the people on the boat. Gaurds. Broken down people who would rather die then live. Who would ever do that?
What could she do? She possesed no hypmotizing powers, so she couldn't make them turn the boat around.
Or...could she?
A strong looking man was guarding the captain's headquarters. I fixed my hair quickly and walked up to the man. "Hey there! What a beautiful day this is. The sea, so beauitiful." Eyebrows twiched. Gaze still looking ahaid. Kuckles tensing. "I can't wait to get to the island! You know, I've always wanted to see a..." I got infront of his line of gaze. Looking streight at me. Eye brows raised. Knuckles relaxing. Showing sighns of giving in. "Siren." He looked shocked, as if peiceing the peices together. Many say I look like a siren, but I don't belive them. I think I'm blond, and many catagorize blonds as selfish, clueless creatures like sirens. I let them belive that. Just like I let them beilve I'm stupid. "Or, you know. Ride a dragon. But...I wish I could've brung my...other friends." He looked at me curiously. "My other friends look a lot like me...friendly...pretty...and would just love to be here." Eyes softening. Thinking. Deciding. Knows he wants to.
"Alright, I'll tell the captain we forgot someone."
"Hold on a sec!" A boombing voice made me jumped. I turned to see the person who was taking out all my magic. But I knew there was still some left. Whatever it was that was making me pretty and likeable. "Whatever she said ignor her! She's smarter then she looks!"
"AM I?" I asked with an anger, but sweetly so the man behind me didnt catch on. "I think You're just jealous."
"I'm sorry sir, about this, but she's comming with me." He grabbed my arm.
"I don't think so." The man behind me grabbed my other arm. I looked up at him sweetly.
"I have the power to FIRE YOU! And if you dissabay me, I will take ALL of your magic." The man threatened.
I turned and scouled at him as the gaurd let me go and I was dragged to a corrner by some barrales, where there was a heavy chain that I had recently broken out of. "Sit, mutt." He ordered.
"Make me."
He pushed me and I didn't move. He scould and pulled the neddel from his pocket. "I'll negosiate. You can skip the magic with draws today if you cooaporate."
"What a deal. I don't think I can resist a deal like that." I said mockingly.
"If you don't I'll take double the magic."
I sat without another word. He clipped the chain onto my ankle and tightened it the the point where it was cutting into my skin. Then he walked away, and I snarled after him.
That's when I caught sight of the girl sitting by the barrles a few feet away from me. She looked shallow, a shell of what she once was.
A plan slowly started to form in my mind. I gaing her trust, make her a disstraction so I can get away. I strained on my chain letting it clatter to get her attention. She looked up, and I guestered for her to come over. She rolled her eyes and turned her back to me.
I snorted in frustration and strained a little harder. The chains rubbed my skin, and I could feal hot bloods slowly trickling from my skin. I groaned and reclulantly slid back a few inches. "Hey you, come over here!" I snapped. With these type of people, you must act tough to gain their trusst. "I have a plan to get off this wretched boat." I said under my breath.
She perked up and scampered closer just as someone yelled "LAND HO!"
~*~
I stepped onto the sandy beach, letting the fresh greenery of the island fill my sole before I went back to the boat. I walked over to Wren, the girl I met earlyer, and slipped my dagger into her hand.
Of course I had another one, just incase her shell wasn't as hollow as I thought.
"Remember the plan. Distract the guards while I go for the ship. I'll come back and get you. Deal?" Of course I wouldn't go back and get her. But she trusted me. Because she had no other choice, no one else to trust.
"Deal."
We slowly walked opposit directions, and I caught my guard's eye as I went back towards the sall boat and got in. Then suddenly...
"You move, she dies." Wren has pinned some random girl's throat with a knife. That's my cue.
I knock out my gaurd in one swift movement and quickly thrust my raft into the sea. "What do you want." The nearest gaurd to Wren demanded.
I aught her gaze following me as I floated back towards the ship. One of the gaurds almost turned but she got his attencion first. "I want my magic back..."
Their voices faded into the background and I smiled wickedly. Those fools! Especially that girl. They ALL fell for my trick! Now I will be free, while they're imprisoned and likley killed. I'll somehow get my magic back. Somehow.
A yell comes from the beach. They've spotted me. "It's too late, FOOLS!" I yelled into the thrashing sea. "There is no WAY to STOP ME NOW!" I let loose a laugh, full of menance and tightened anger.
I saw Wren's hurt expretion even from here. To trust a girl that lets you down? Ya, like that's new for a bunch of prizoners.
But then one of the gaurds leaps off the beach...and turns into a dragon. Magic. Why did the prospect of one of them being able to do that slip my mind?
I pulled out my dagger, and prepaired to fight to the death.
Within seconds the boat was on fire, and I dived into the sea. The dragon dived in after me, talons grasping for me. But somehow I was quick in the water, and was able to dodge his slowly moving talons. "Siren..." I heard the growl even when we were underwater.
But I ignored it. My lungs were tightening. I needed to find a way towards air. I spotted a path inbetween the dragon's talons and darted fowards. My head was throbing. My vision slowly blackening. My vision went blurry...almost there...
And everything faded to silence.
~*~
I woke on the beach, coughing up water with a heave. I saw many guards around me, the dragon guard was back to his normal human self and pushing the boats into the sea. One by one, the guards left, hopping into the boats. The last guard startd down at me, then with my dagger, swong me over the head.
The last thought I remembered thinking was how'd he get me dagger?
~*~
I woke at dusk, to a whole bunch of other prisoners rubbing their heads and slowly getting up. They looked out to an empty ocean, groaning. I saw Wren and slowly got to my feet. "You back stabbing leir!" She yelled, quickly running over to me. "What, do you want to get us all killed? They've ABANDONED US! And we don't know if their coming back! WE have ABSOLUTLY NO WAY OF SURVIVING! And it's all your fault!"
She pushed me over with a surprisingly strong shove for a shallow thing like her, and I fell into the sand with a muffled thump. The small rock crystals, sand, found it's way into my eyes and I blinked them out without a word to the shocked and angry faces watching me.
I stammered to my feet up, turned to face them, and snarled, "We have one chance of surviving. But we have to work together."
"Says you! I wouldn't trust you if I had to give my life for not!" Wren met my gaze with a stone cold one, daring me to go on.
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I'm sorry Admins, this is a litte on the long side.
Also Cho, I hope I didn't control your character too much! I hope this is alright!
And I don't know if this is the plot you're going for, everyone getting stranded on an island and having to fight everything themselves, but I hope it's alright! I spent a lot of time on this!
(December 3, 2016 - 5:53 pm)
That's fine!
(December 5, 2016 - 2:17 pm)
Here is a list of everybody and their characters~
St. Owl: Sinn Ment (Posted)
Clawws: Siren Shallows (Posted)
The Riddler: Raven Turner
Brookiera: Echo Ocea (Love this name btw)
Kestrel: Aelin Whitethorne Galathynius (I know exactly where most of this name is from!)
Mirax T: Somnia Bellus
Shadow Dragon: Kiepher Fawkes
UNSUSPCTINGSTRYTLLR: Emilu Catastron (Posted)
Cho Chang: Renata "Wren" (Posted)
Indigo: Madeline Hart (Posted)
Danie: Olive Wilkens (Posted)
Katydid: Faera Ryoko (Fun fact: Her last name means "Dragon"[Posted])
So these are all of our peeps! I also put if they had posted already next to it. I want to start writing some more, but not everybody has written yet...so...we have five people who haven't yet! Don't feel rushed, sorry I don't want to make anybody feel bad, I get the buisiness, I'm just wondering if I should post again!
Oh well, if I get inspired I probably will! :D Thank you all for joining!
(December 5, 2016 - 1:26 pm)
(December 5, 2016 - 7:57 pm)
You do?? Yayyyyy!!! Another ToG fan, maybe?? Well, anyways I'm going to skip the boat trip just because it gets boring reading the same setting multiple times over, and begin with getting on the island. Also, in response to Katy's comment on the OPness of my powers, you're probably right. Maybe she just can't keep it going for longer than, say, ten minutes? If she uses her power for too long, she risks having a burnout, which is essentially when she starts burning out from the inside, ultimately resulting in death, unless she manages to stop in time.
Aelin~
I will not fall. I will not be afraid. And I most certainly will not let anyone know who I am. I repeat the though over and over in my head as I am pushed and shoved off the boat and onto the soft, golden sand of an island. Almost immediately, two of the others begin shouting at each other. It almost makes me want to laugh, except that I seem to have forgotten how to.
"We have one chance of surviving. But we have to work together," a girl that looks peculiarly like a siren says, a tremor of anger in her voice.
"Says you! I wouldn't trust you if I had to give my life for not!" the other girl with hair as red as flames retorts.
"No one says you have to trust anyone," I cut in coolly, "What we do have to do is figure ourselves out and get someplace where we won't die in our sleep. We haven't got much daylight left to find safety. I'm sure the guards made sure of that, considering the ship circled the island multiple times before landing," I add the last bit bitterly. With a last murderous look at each others, the girls slowly nod, and I notice several people look towards the sun, which is already bloodred and low on the horizon.
Within minutes, everyone has paired off and spread out to search for shelter. To be frank, I am surprised at how smoothly everyone organized themselves. I am content to explore on my own, until I turn to see a girl that appears to be very young, with fluffy hair resembling a pigeon bouncing around right next to me. How did I get stuck with the most annoying of the group?
"Hi! I'm Olive! What's your name? Where are we gonna go?" on and on, blah blah blah, until I snap at her.
"Would you shut up already, you airhead? I'm trying to get our bearings."
Immediately, Olive becomes quiet and her eyes dim. I let out a quiet breath of relief, but it turns into a sigh of frustration as the girl starts up again, eyes bright and completely clueless. Shoulders tensing, I stalk deeper into the island in search of higher ground. From the racket she's making behind me, I know that Olive has followed.
A little ways into the island, I emerge from the brush into a sandy clearing where everyone seems to have gathered. Tension crackles in the air, the siren and the flame haired girl are practically at each others throats, and there is something that everyone is staring at behind me.
I open my mouth to snap something at them, but think better of it. Everyone's eyes widen as twigs snap behind me, but I stay relaxed, my hands wrapped loosely around a stick that I whittled to a sharp point using a rock. I assume that the racket behind me is just Olive, finally catching up to me.
Then, one of the girls lunges towards me, but in the blink of an eye, my makeshift knife is out and pointed threateningly at her, until I realize a greater threat.
Some kind of creature had emerged into the clearing, and it definitely was not Olive.
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Hopefully this doesn't control anyone too much! I'm sorry if this moved things along too quickly.
(December 6, 2016 - 2:09 pm)
Sorry about the collision. But I LOVVEE ToG!!!!
(December 6, 2016 - 6:47 pm)
Let's try this....
Faera~
How stupid could people really be? The penetrated the fog over her mind suddenly. The chaos around her was loud and she had been trying to shut it out and relax, only to be inturrupted by herself. But really, how stupid could they be?
It's different to have hope that you can escape then blatantly trying to leave. It was too late anyways, but at least if someone was going to try they could make a plan.
The girl shook her head, continuing to walk along the trail. They had reached the grassy part of the island already, but sand litered the pathway from all of the shoes and feet in the past. There were some sharp objects litered around she had to avoid as well, considering she was bare footed.
The walk was short and rather silent, except for some girl. Faera already hated the optimistic chatterbox, who seemd way to stupid to perceive they were officially imprisoned on an island. As slaves.
So, other then that talkative person, it was silent. The guards walked around them, though the trail was thin, just to make sure nobody ran off. Even if she did have her wings they could have shot her before she got away.
Faera sighed, glancing upwards, yearning for the sky. A painful realization that she might never feel again almost brought tears to her eyes, but she shook them away. She looked back down to reality just in time to see their imprisonment.
It was a small village, and that was slightly confusing. There seemed to be some signs of recent life, but other then that it looked fairly abandoned. There were not very many cabins, and with an inward groan she began to realize how this would all work.
One of the guards stepped up to explain it as soon as she realized it. He wasn't a pleasent looking fellow, and didn't seem enjoyable either. "Your group will be staying here," he gestured to the worn down cottages. "You will have to share. Your job on this island is to collect magic from the various different sources, which you will be informed about by a small book in a cottage. Every other week we'll come collect the magic, and the more magic you give us the more food you get in return." He paused and then nodded, as if checking to make sure everything was summarized.
Faera figured that was what he was doing.
The next five minutes went by in a blur, with prisoners being ushered to random cabins. Some moved around a bit, already making themselves at home with preffered cabin mates. Faera remained where she was, glaring at her escort.
He tried to get her to move but she refused.
"I'll wait until everyone get's settled in, and then pick a hut to my liking, thank you very much," she hissed, turning on her heel and away from him. She recieved a small growl in return, but she didn't really care.
She didn't care about anything at this rate. She just didn't want a cabin with anyone who talked, preferablly, and marked which one the girl was in so as not to go over there.
Everyone else seemed to be in whatever place the guards had managed to drag them except for a few stragglers. She decided on a random hut, though the guard might have though otherwise as he trailed behind.
When she entered, there were only a couple people inside. Two of them were male, she sighed, but didn't let it stop her. There was an open cot, which she sat down upon, claiming for herself. It seemed a bit comfortable at least, and they weren't expected to sleep on the floor.
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This is a little rushed, but eh. I hope you guys all agree with the rooming arrangements and all. I really don't care who is where, just like four at the most I suppose. (Do you, Indigo and Danie, agree with this?)
I also thought it would be funny to room St Owl's Character and Shadow's character with mine, mostly because St Owl's and mine won't really like Shadow's. XD. Got to have some drama, y'all.
(December 6, 2016 - 2:14 pm)