October 8, 2011 - 2:26am — shimmyshimmy
Um, hello. Er, I have this sudden urge to roleplay or whatever. But I’m not really good at starting them and sometimes replying to them. Still…er…
If you want, I mean.
I’ve got Silence, Otis, and @ if you want to chill with any of them or whatever.
…so awkward I’m sorry just post or something I guess?
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ooo ill have a go at that:)
Oh yay, thank you! :] Any
Drude & Silence please:) none
A flash of grey passed between the eerie shadows of the forest. It wove gracefully among the towering trunks, coming to a pause before it passed a dark figure, "Who's there?" called an aged, yet smooth voice. The black tears that stained her face matched the dark sockets where eyes should be. Sadness emanated from the spirit, clinging to her strange scent.
Silence’s ears perked,
“Who’s there?”
Silence tilted his head, brows furrowing beneath his mask. Though all too rapidly, his confusion was masked with a devious smirk, setting his true emotions into shadow.
A light chuckle emerged from deep in his gut, leading his voice into a low, inquisitive tone.
“Mm~ that depends who is asking,” He focused his gaze on the figure that spoke, slightly off put by the lack of eyes. Though, it hadn’t been the worst he had seen. Not by a long shot.
”Who are you~?” His voice was laced with just a hint of mocking.
(sorry it took so long to
The deceased drude turned toward the new voice, as it sang up from the undergrowth. Tongues of flame flickered against the shadows, and brought yellow light in the darkness. Two eyes beamed from behind a colorful mask, holding enough mischief to satisfy this world and the next. Even the voice was mysterious and wild, sparking a flame of curiosity in the pale doe, "Nebel," she said, facile, but watching him carefully. If she bore eyes, they would be slits, as she examined this strange and all-but-ordinary figure before her.
(My apologies as well! I had
”Nebel.”
The wordsmith nodded his head lightly, his uncertainty still masked beneath his grin. He couldn’t shake the feeling of overwhelming dread that seemed to almost emanate from the creature, leaving him hesitant to approach any more than he needed.
“Nebel,” he echoed, amused by the taste of the name on his tongue. The name appeared German in origin, though he couldn’t seem to place the direct translation of the word. “Hmm~ Well, the pleasure is all mine.”
He took a curious step forward, trying to hide his hesitance though the ribbons of light above him danced in their anxiety enough to reveal the disguise. The creature was nearly ghost-like, fascinating him as he attempted to make sense of it. But it was just those missing eyes that transfixed him, fueling his reluctance in his inability to read them.
“My name is…unimportant, Nebel,” he continued, lifting his chin slightly as he continued to study the doe. “But you are quite a curiosity. I’ve never seen anyone similar to you.”
| Oooo, Silence and Red,
Blustery winds and the ever encroaching chill of winter had seemed to put most in a bad mood ; the forest seemed quite empty now, with the inhabitants not yet equipped with the soft, downy fur that would have protected them from such weather. Ghosts howled their displeasure through whatever space or relm the forest was, just as unhappy, it seemed.
Like few who had ventured from the comfort of the old oak, or strayed from the protection of the birches, a small doe had been making her way toward the pond. Sometimes the wind would hit her hard, make her lose her breath and choke. After having this happen several times, she had given up, and sat herself beneath the canopy of thick, dark trees, their trunks serving as a sort of barrier. She did not like the cold, and she didn't like the harsh winds either. Red had shrunk into herself to reserve heat, long blonde hair trapping it to her neck, though the thin summer pelt that still covered her body did not do so well.
She felt the urge to go off, find a familiar face and cosy up to them instead, but that would take a while, wouldn't it? And she didn't particularly want to move, now she'd found safety. Though as if the gods had been listening, the doe's eyes caught the long, glowing tendrils that she knew could only belong to one deer.
Excited, the small creature stood, and loped after him.
Xylv – The weather was
The weather was chilly, though in his eyes he could only assume so by the description of others. Cold had continued to be a mere illusion to him here. The air was crisp, though the only indicator of the chill lied in his slowed step and stiff joints. His body would occasionally shudder with ill-communicated cold, leaving him to huff a cloud of warm breath into the air.
He took no shelter in the oak, nor shelter in long forest grasses. The wind was paralyzing at times, leaving him a shivering mess though the actual temperature did not affect him. His body reacted on instinct, his mind all too quick to aim towards ignorance. His soft fur would keep him warm enough, though it was more of the heat emanating from his antlers that kept his body comfortable despite the icy chill. Perhaps that was why he decided to come to a stop atop a hill to rest, lazily looking over the landscape despite the elements demanding otherwise. (It was a wonder the fool didn’t manage to acquire frostbite during the winter months.)
The constant whistle of the wind was broken by the sound of hoof beats he determined to be heading in his direction. Hesitantly he shifted his weight, only to have his joints in their protests force him to collapse before he could even try. A mixture of chill and lack of blood flow created worthy adversaries that he noted to fight off later. Standing once more, he scanned the area, seeing a glint of red out of the corner of his eye. Ah. Of course.
She was certainly a quick runner.
(haha sorry again, I was at a
The dead drude moved closer as she listened to his intricate voice, and nodded when he told her the pleasure was his. She was truly fascinated by the beaming ribbons of light whirling above the bright mask, like aerial silk dancers would above a stage. Nebel could sense the fear coming off his pelt, and see it in that peculiar twinkle in his eyes, "Unimportant, you say? Do you fear my knowledge of your identity? Hah! Well, no need; this body would never let me harm another creature, not the flies on my tail, nor the birds that rest on my antlers." She looked away momentarily, "And I can't imagine you would," she added, continuing to stare into nothingness as she finished speaking.
hey, do you wanna hang around
"Silence!" The doe was
The doe was breathless, ghosts seemed to roll from her nostrils and mouth as she approached, hooves churning up damp earth as she slowed. Her ears sat tall upon a field of blonde, eyes alight with the prospect of sitting with an old friend; one that had seen her grow from a seed into the flower she'd become. If a deer could've smiled she would've been, from one fluffy tear shaped ear to the other. Eventually she'd brought herself to a stop in front of the elder creature, stomach sinking and then filling again as she tried to catch her breath.
"Long time no see, how are you, sir?"
Sorry about the delayed
Mismatched –
The magician lowered his chin, eyes peering out intently from beneath his mask. Suspicion. It was unmistakable in the way his antlers suddenly appeared frazzled, smooth, curving waves transforming into sharp edges that mimicked lightning. It wasn’t so much bodily harm that he fretted but rather a more emotional one. He still could not properly identify the creature and had no comparison to work with, after all.
”Perhaps,” He finally muttered, pausing briefly. ”Pardon my inquisition Madame, as it is not in my nature to be so outright blunt, but…” He leveled his chin, antlers beginning to lose their sharpness. “Would you entertain me with..well..what you are, exactly? You could say I am not very fond of…unexplainable illusion.”
Animallover300 –
Sorry I wasn’t able to get online when you posted! I generally try to get into TEF on Saturdays, so hopefully we’ll meet up then! :]
Xylv –
The wordsmith’s eyes widened for a moment before relaxing to join the smile that somehow managed to creep across his face. He chuckled, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. The red clock was unmistakable, though it seemed it wasn’t so much of a cloak anymore judging from its new location.
”Ah, Red. Of course~” He said, raising an eyebrow though it was hidden beneath his mask. ”It has been far too long, if we are keeping track of time by how quickly you outgrew your cloak!” His grin returned as he briefly studied the doe, amused by the cascading blonde locks of hair that he remembered to be much shorter. He’d remind himself to try and gauge his own age later, as it seemed he certainly must be getting old. Hmph.
”I’ve been better, haha~” He paused, taking a breath of the cooling autumn air. ”Though more importantly, how are you?”
The old face of a withered
Nebel's gaze rested on him, her ghostly presence seeming to grow the slightest bit stronger, though that couldn't be possible, as she was not - "Haha, I am no illusion," she began, secretly searching for the words to explain, "I am. . .well, I was, a living being; and a living nightmare. This body - this form - is not mine. I took on the shape of my killer," the drude appeared to zone out for a moment, her eyes softening as she recalled all those heavy years, "I am not a ghost, but I suppose I'm a sort of spirit. I am an old woman, and an old deer; harmless, slow in mind and body, but not nearly peaceful enough."
Nebel was confused with her own explanation; she could hardly understand how this stranger must be feeling about it. How could she word it simply, without scaring this poor creature away? Then again, if he did flee, what was there to miss other than the curiousness emanating from the nameless one. . . The nameless one. . . she liked that.