((she means elevator as in that platform-magic-powered thingo... it IS in 'feudal' times - ie swords, crossbows, daggers as weapons. no guns. everything's powered by magic or naturally occurring (eg fire). just to clear that up.))
"I'll take... the other 5th room floor." Jasmine grinned, picking a key and walking slightly stiffly towards the stairs.
If I told you I was innocent, would you believe me?
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Sakura managed to catch up with Neo in front of the elevator on the 5th floor.
"Forgot something did you?" She said waving the key in front of his face, which also had their room number on it. With that, she dashed off again, closely followed by Neo.
Once she arrived to where their room was, she quickly opened the door and ran to the bathroom, just as Neo made it through the door.
((sorry for pp))
My imaginary friend says you have serious mental problems.
The guards where still after him. Galrion rounded a corner still clasping the sword in his hands. Again he looked behind him. when do they give up? he rounded annother corner almost slipping on the wet stones below his feet. The sword is mine by right but I guess they think otherwise. He ran through a small crowd off people using his agility to avoid running into them. The guards got slowed down a bit when they tried to get through the crowd in a more forcefull manner. He cept running knowing that it wouldn't stop the guards from chasing him. He rounded annother corner to find a dead end. turning around thhe found out that the guards had cornered him. He frantickly looked around him. Wait how stupid can a person be. He slapped himself against his forehead. I can fly. He concentrated on the two bumps on his back. That moment it seemed that time stood still. The marks on his face and hands glowed in a blue color. He felt the wind running through his hair the air he breathed he could even feel the places where the guards touched the air. The little bumps started to grow, getting longer, wider and getting silver feathers. Once the transformation was complete he flapped his wings. he saluted the dumbstruck guards and flew off. One off the guards regained his senses and shot a ball off fire at him. the searing heat of it scorched his wing causing him to fall. As he looked down he saw the roof of a building comming closer. He expected a quick end to this little adventure but instead he kept falling down taking floor after floor with him. with a dazed look he saw some people twowhere running towards the elevator. he saw that one looked like a rat. Then everything went black.
((this is actually kinda short for my doing. well I'm at the so called entrance hall ))
"umm...anyone want to room withme?" He asked.
And then wipped out his sword again as someone came 'flying' in.
"Wazzat?1" He slurred his words in surprise, thinking it to be a gaurd again.
He walked over to the guy, noticing it wasn't a gaurd.
"Erm...I'm not even going to ask if your ok."
Wanting to go explore the place a bit, Sakura had a quick shower. She also washed her clothes, to get rid of the smell of the sewers. This meant she had nothing to wear but the towel, which she neatly wrapped around herself. She decided to wrap one around her hair too so that it'd dry faster. Grabbing her clothes to hang somewhere, Sakura walked out.
"Shower's free Neo!"
My imaginary friend says you have serious mental problems.
Rey smiled and simply changed her clothes after relaxing in a short, but still very relaxing bath. She scrubbed her hair and brushed it for half and hour - in the end, it shone like silk. Surprisingly, under the rat's nest of hair and inch of street grime there was a fine-boned girl who could pass for a former model. Former, becuase really - these days no non-fae could model anything. Perhaps here, Rey thought, she might have a look at something. Her dream profession - after a powerful pyromancer, of course - was a model. Not practical, but still a nice fantasy.
((Disclaimer - Rey probably won't do anything from this... just felt like posting ^^ I've decided her features will be Egyptian. 'Cause Egyptian women are stunning.
... although she doesn't mid being clean, she doesn't mind being dirty more ))
Rychon, still downstairs, watched the Underground guards take the winged thing away somewhere, probably to some Underground hospital. "So...I don't care 'bout roommates. Don't care 'bout rooms either. I think I'll sleep outside."
the moment he felt people touching him a burst of air pushed the undergound guards away. "Hands of boys." slowly he raised himself to his full length marblue glowing marks where visible through his clothes which were torn when he fell through numerous floors. small tornades a meter in height whirled around him sustained by an anger that wasn't visible from his calm serious face. when he wanted to grab his sword an agonizing pain went through his wings. broken. who are these people?
Xsan stepped up, he had followed him, sence he peaked his curiousity a tad.
"Don't worry, were, friends, I guess you could say, now calm down, you had a bit of a fall." Hes hands didn't move to his sword, but he had a spell on the tip of his tounge if he needed to use it.
((uhm kell this means I'm thinking while "this means I'm speaking"
now rychon where did the guards walk in, descided I needed to a hospital and picked me up? besides you bunnyed me in the guards hands.
though you didn't take direct control of my character, which is bunnying, you didn't give me a chance to do something to stop the guards. in rp communitys this is equal to bunnying.
I think everyone, including me for that matter, will benefit from it so I'll post a guide on making longer posts in the stats thread))
((whahuh? im so confused. the community would have to exist peacefully underground because they have to present a united front to the Fae.. any infighting and they'd be chucked out immediately... surprisingly they'd have to be quite non-violent to each other.
anyway.
we arent a 'rp-community' or whatever. its an rp thread where it's for FUN.
sometimes we have to 'bunny' things to keep it moving so people dont dominate.
surprisingly enough, the rest of us have been able to live with this and adapt.
It's called plot twisting.
))
If I told you I was innocent, would you believe me?
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((it is needed at times but then you first pm the person in question to ask his or her permission. it is polite and it takes care of it that you know where your character is.))
Galrion looked around him. how'd he get underground? An odd feeling came over him like he knew this place, but from where? Behind Galrion a guard tried to get the sword. The moment the guard touched the sword lightning shot through the sword and the guard. the shock of electricity knocked the guard out cold.
Galrion shed off his broken and burned wings. when the wings touched the ground al that remained where ashes. Slightly off balance for a moment he bent down to pick up the sword. he put the tip in the ground rested his hands on the pommel. (piece of metal between the blade and the rest of the sword) with an evil grin he looked at the guards. "if there is no one else who wants to try" He tried to make his voice sound as dark as he could.
after a bit of talk the smallest of the guards got shoved in front off the rest. Trembling and sweating he came up to him. "Sir?" He said with a frightened voice. "Sir, you really need to do the test." he looked at the angrily at the guard. A wet spot formed in the guards pants. "Oh is that all ?" Galrion said this as if nothing hasd happened and walked to the rest of the guards. Behind him the small guard fainted and slumped to the ground.
He sat in a small room with a table, the chair he was sitting on, a guard who's looks he didn't like, a glass of water and a mirrorcovering the wall to the left. The guard did two pills in the glass and shoved it towards him. in a slight motion the guard dropped a third pill in the glass when he thought no one would see it. A voice came from the mirror. "Drink the truth serum." with a defiant look he looked straight at the man that sat behind the mirror. the opening in the air around him gave awqay it's position. not before someone tastes if it isn't poison." The voice came again. "alright guard, drink some." the guard slowly reached for the glass.but then pulled back his hand. "why can't we just force him?" the voice seemed angryer now. "because we are no purists now drink." trembling the manreached for the glass and brought it to his lips. "sir, I still think..." The voice shouted out. "Drink!!!" the guard started to sweat heavilly but swallowed the first mouthfull of serum. he didn't get any farther than that either cause th moment he swallowed he let the glass drop and grabbed for his throat. his face slowly went pale right before he fell to the floor. "I got rid of a traitor for you now can I go back. I'm trying to find out about my past and i recognised that hotel."
((can someone else do the guard behind the mirror. just remember I just want to get a room in the hotel.))
((well, it's long compared to what we do... especially with no spaces
but yes.
most of us write em short because we know the average attention span of some of the other rpers is not long enough to read through all that ))
((... myself included unless im in a novella mood))
If I told you I was innocent, would you believe me?
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