August 10, 2010 - 10:25pm — thecapturedplanet
Rules;
I can't draw, feel free to draw, but know I can't draw back.
I don't combine roleplays, so if someone is RPing with one deer, and you also want to RP with them, it would be implied that they were going on at different times for the sake of my brain.
that's all, for now.
Rosine;
There is a flickering of blue, dainty legs picking over the ground, his head is lowered, eating the sweet lush grass that grew about the bases of the trees, every so often finding a mushroom to snatch up.
He seems gentle and sweet, a sense of peace lingers about the tiny stag.
Say hello?
Xemnas;
There is a stag, sitting beside the river.
He rests in a pool of sunlight, beside a sapling.
He is large, large enough that the tines atop his head reach just above the plant.
His coat is a swirling vortex of ebony and ivory, a clash of light and darkness.
At first glance he seems peaceful, in his place beside the river.
But there is a strange air about him.
it is too still.
the air around a deadman.
Dare you approach the superior of the in-between?
Briar;
There is a large, no, huge, stag, laying within' the dappled pools of sunlight, sitting upon the flat rock of the playground.
His coat is a gleaming crimson, the color of fresh blood, sprawling antlers the same ruby color.
Entangled upon the tines are lengths of ratty barbed wire, twisting and turning about them.
Two smaller horns poke up infront of them, but they look just as sharp.
He is extremely fluffy, and looks rather like a large, antler'd ball of fur.
eventually he moves, laying partially on his side, a rather dog-like pose, a large hoof hanging lazily off the edge of the rock.
Greet him?
((Might spam you with a
((you should |D fff yay~))
((Eh, gonna go ahead and type
Goddamn Avvy always taking my goddamn spot under the goddamn idol I swear to Go-...
Jergens' trail of angry, supremely pissed off thoughts ended abruptly when he was greeted to the sight of a, quite frankly, gigantic stag on top of one of his own favorite platforms to lay on.
He had never seen a deer that huge. Hell, he knew that he was large himself, but damn. He was like a mini deer compared to this guy. What with his huge anters wrapped in... Wait... Barbed wire?
There was something a bit vaguely familiar about this deer, but Jergens, already slowly forgetting most of his human life, couldn't quite put his finger on who it could be.
"Uh, hey!" he called up to the elevated platform where the stag rested.
He inwardly hoped that he wouldn't get the everloving tar beaten out of him.
The creatur's massive head
He was silent, pink eyes stirring with a glimmer of a memory.
"you smell like Jergens" his own tail slapped happily against the rock, even if Jergens didn't seem to know him, he certainly knew the other.
"steal any wallets lately? he teased, then went silent, he didn't like to talk, he really didn't need to but, the other male had always seemed to be able to force words out of him.
tracking cause I want to
((you can do it now~ it'd
That weird, childish voice.
"Bri?" he asked, still a bit uncertain, but pretty sure all the same.
He grinned a little at the mention of his... past activities. No longer fearing him, he leapt up the rock's surface, sitting down beside of him at a respectful distance. "It's a bit harder now that I don;t have any thumbs..." he chuckled bitterly.
The memories of their past meeting were pretty much a blur now. What had happened again? Jergens remembered so little now, it was almost incredible that he could even think of the other's name.
No blue roses, no mention of a florist brother, all of that had been sweot out long ago.
This forest.
It really did have a way of making you forget.
I know but I'm busy at th
he nodded quickly tail
Most of him was fur anyway, but he was still giant.
"it's a bit hard without wallets" he shook his head, barbed wire jingling, a few fragments of red glass pittered to the ground, all that was left of the once beautiful glass roses that had once adorned his neck with such grace.
His own memories were still clear as a bell. Maybe It had something to do with that way he swept out everything bad, that odd knowledge of his.
”one, two three” he smiled, counting blades of grass
”four five six seven” his tail wagged.
”eight nine ten…” he paused.
”eight nine ten, eight nine ten, eight nine ten~” it was as far as he could go, no eleven, no twelve, no one hundred.
Eight Nine Ten.
He seemed to give up eventually, or maybe he had just been struck with boredom.
Maybe he didn’t want to annoy the other deer.
”you’re happier, this is what my eyes tell me, but my nose does too, you smell like happy”
Josophine notices a crature
Jergens didn't mind, if
"Eleven, twelve thirteen..." he paused, and shook his head. What came after thirteen? He used to know... Was he seriously forgetting that much?
Well that was depressing...
"I feels weird not to have to steal anymore..." he mused at the larger red stag's comment, tilting his head at the thought.
He was even more puzzled by Bri's last comment. Happy? He was happy? He hadn't given it much thought, really.
He could still remember and miss Faith, but now Rosine was there to cover all of that up. It was nice, that feeling of sweeping something unpleasent under the rug for a better appearence.
"I don't think I've ever been so happy..." he mumbled thoughtfully.
True.
Faunet; His head turned to
His head turned to the doe, a smile coming to his face.
Selective mute, he was silent, but he stood and bowed in return, offering a small friendly nod to the doe before sitting down.
Ginger;
His tail thumped on the ground again.
"eight nine ten" he seemed to give up then all the same, muscles rippling as he shifted again.
"it's good though, yes, good" his ears flicked slightly, catching barbed wire for a moment, and he quickly flicked them away again.
"ouch" he stated, not in surprise or anything, simply saying it aloud.
"it's good, happy yes" his tail wagged.
"my brother is here, makes me happy!"
((Bwah, check my blog.
Wait.
Brother?
All of a sudden, the memories that had been locked behind a dam of forgetfulness gushed out, flooding his mind. The blue roses, the resturaunt. Everything was brought back to him on a silver platter.
This giant red stag was Rosine's brother...
Whoa
"Heh, he makes me happy too..." he simply mumbled, a silly grin spreading over his face.
Yeah, Rose had a way of making others feel happy.
((Oh god short, I sorry ;;))
((ff! that's so darn
"oh! you met brother? oh yes yes he talks about you, mmhm, Jergy~" another thump of his tail, and another twitch of his ears (which were becoming very much tattered around the edges it seemed)
"Rosie likes making people happy, if he makes people sad, then he feels sad, he's nice" his tail wagged.
"but he gets ouchies a lot, because he's tiny, and that fluttering green thing is not a good fighter, but it pecked my on the nose, ouchies, Rosie was very mad at the fluttering green thing then"
((Ffff... ;; Thank ye...
Green fluttering thing? What was that? Jergens didn't know... and frankly didn't care. He was too busy concentrating on Bri's one comment, a sudden wave of remorse racking over him.
"I'm never around when he needs me..." he mumbled, a tiny, almost perfectly masked twinge of sadness in his voice.
Bri was right though, Rosine did have a way of making others feel better. Hell, Jergens was pretty sure that if had not found him in that storm, he probably would have died a slow, rather miserable death.
"Are ya talkin' about a bird, Bri? Is that it?" he asked, trying to detract away from the 'other' subject.
He paused, thinking it
"yes, burd, bird, byrd, bird!" he nodded as if proud of himself.
"it was scary and fluttery and green, like grass" grass was green.
"it was terrifying!" his pink eyes widened, and he seemed to zone out for a moment.
"it was kinda white too, and kinda red, but mostly green." he decided after a few moments of silence.
He was pretty used to Briar's
It was like talking to a little kid, and yet it wasn't Weird... Seriously weird.
"Wow... That's pretty intense..." he breathed, no seriously wondering what in the Hell he was referring to. A bird that followed Rosine around?
Weird...
((If you want to throw in Rose to keep it alive, I wouldn't mind (notsayingthatyoushouldoggodifeelguiltynow) My brain is fried, and sleepy... So I'm going to bed naow xP I'm so sorry for the short. So tired.... bleh x-x))
((I shall, may as well throw
"Rosie's here Rosie's here!" he launches himself to his feet, just in time for the smaller blue stag to come limping up, he's truly tiny next to his 'little' brother.
The red stag's head lowers, tail wagging as he nuzzles the blue buck, and Rosine giggles before seeming to notice Jergens.
He prances up, tail wagging slightly.
"I see you met Briar" he seems pleased, watching Briar sit down beside Jergens again before stuffing his own small body comfortably between the two red stags.
((Fff.. Character partah!
He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice Rosine's up-and-coming arrival. Silently, he watched as the two greeted one another, immediantly dousing the flare of jealousy and possesivness that flared up withen him.
It was an instinct, something that he couldn't help.
"I met him 'before' too. I just didn't know that he was yer brother." he mumbled, bending his head down to nuzzle the smaller stag's head, letting it rest there for a moment, sighing in relief.
He didn't even bother explaining what 'before' was.
It seemed pretty obvious.
-Worms way in- -Worms way
-Worms way back out=
"oh..oh! so that was, that
"he said he met some nice lotion, oh man" he was now muffling laughter, and doing a poor job of it.
He huffed, and turned away
Either way, though, he still acted overdramatic about it.
"Not a lotion..." he stated flatly, twitching an ear in exhaggerated irritation.
"aw, I'm sorry uncle Jergens"
He may not have been the brightest thing ever, but he wasn't dumb.
X3 I'm going to slap an
His step is shakey, like he can barely stand. Eyes continuously flare between solid yellow and normal states between strides. Similarly, his x shaped scar practically dances between perfection and jaggedness.
A once beautiful, practically sparkling blue coat had become ripped and bloodied. Teeth marks, marks that could only have come from a wolf, line both his sides, in such a way that suggests both attacking and defending party had battled while running. Still flowing blood drips off his flanks, giving nourishment to the soil below.
He hunted down the wolf that had attacked Xemnas before..
Ren...
And faught him.
Ended in a draw.
The diviner was not strong enough to take out the permanent werewolf on his own, though he tried.
The luna diviner does not make it completely to his destination, suddenly collapsing alongside the lake.
Revenge holds high penalties, when executed alone. It was successful at the least.
((yay 8D)) The smell of
The smell of blood is something the nobody is used to. Nobody should be so used to such a scent.
But he is.
But this time.
It makes him sick, physically, to the very pit of his stomach, and he shifts to his hooves, following the smell, fighting down the urge to turn tail and run.
The sight that greets him makes his eyes of cold amber widen, and he is thankful nobody is around to see the slight shudder that rocks his body, quickly picking up speed until he comes to a stop at the diviner's side.
"Saix?" he does a bad job of biting back the false emotion that wants to chew its way into his words at the sight.
He needs to start being careful, before he falls into his false emotions, like Demyx.
Lacking grace for once his legs fall beneath him, tongue rasping out over cuts, cleaning blood and the scent of wolf away.
He doesn't need to ask who has done this, it burns its way over his muzzle, this scent.
You can close your eyes to things you don’t want to see, but you can’t close your heart to things you don’t want to feel
Nonexistent though it may be.
"can you speak?" he questions, working his way over the other nobody's neck, voice soft, a breath, like too much noise will be the thing that breaks the diviner.
The diviner's ear twitches at
He didn't particularly like appearing weak or vulnerable, like an easy meal for a starving predator, but such was the unhappy side effect of getting himself so beat up. However, as a nobody, it might indirectly also show strengh on it's own...
Simply because he did not fade away, into nothing.
Maybe it is willpower that keeps such from happening again. The same willpower that was needed to become a higher nobody after loosing his heart, and not becoming a dusk.
He relaxes some, feeling the superior cleaning his wounds.
It was almost a plesant thing, easing the previous agony.
After all, without the influence of emotion, the physical only holds it's pains at it's worst.
He nods slightly when asked if he could speak.
"Yes, superior..." he manages tiredly. Physical exaustion had cut into his usual monotone.
The silence is a welcome
There is usually, no stillness like that of a nobody, but there is movement now, 'concerned' twitching of ears and tail as he finishes, sinking a bit farther, a gentle brush of his tongue over the blue stag's cheek.
He nearly asks if he's okay, an instinct, but it would be a silly thing to ask, wouldn't it?
"I'm so" he pauses, worried? glad he's safe? he's no good at this, this acting thing, it's been too long, too much time with no reason to feel, or pretend to feel, anything.
"you don't have to call me that" he states instead,
maybe it will due.
Sentances didn't need
Even if Xemnas was able to pick a word, whatever it would be might have to be labeled as inaccurate.
They didn't have emotions, after all...
They never did have to go into long drawn out conversations, though he did have a habit of going into monologues once in a while. He probably just is better with words, when he wants to be.
Perhaps he'd chuckle if he remembered how to.
How long had he addressed Xemnas by his title? Pehaps since he was given a name and integrated into the organization. It was a habit.
"...Xemnas..." he corrects himself, simply enough.
It seemed rather... different... to the nobody, but he could get used to it.
Was he really such a creature of habit, though?
Probably.
"I don't know why... I wasn't strong enough to kill that wolf... Injuring it was the most I could manage."
He sighs.
his eyes threaten to widen
"...you've done well" he stated simply.
"you may rest now" is he so used to giving orders that he cannot even bring himself to sound as concerned as he wants to be?
Old habits die very, very, hard.
"You don't have to do anything like that again" are his next words, laying down, muzzle pressed into the blue fur of the other's neck in something he hopes is an affectionate gesture, he swears he's seen other inhabitants do something like that anyway.
The diviner's eyes close, him
Again, it seems so different. He had been so accustomed to such things as staying up night threw night, to complete paperwork and read threw the turned in reports from the other nobody's missions. It was scarce for him to actually let himself rest... The same habit had dragged itself to this life. How many times had he stayed up until dawn, mainly in habit regardless of the lack of the usual work?
He opens an eye, when Xemnas states that he won't have to do any more of that kind of 'mission'. This comes as... relief?
The superior showing his attempt at affection rather... suprises? the diviner, but he doesn't object. Perhaps, he is... happy? Content?
Probably content.
He closes his eye again and allows himself to rest.
"Thank you..."
"mmhm" he can't think of what
his own body goes lax, relaxing, a strange thing for him really, feeling the tension melt from muscle and spine, wide open to attack? maybe.
But he's willing to take that chance for now, the scent of blood hanging heavy in the air, but being carried off even now by the wind, stronger is the cold scent he always associates with the second in command.
Kind of reminds him of moonlight. If it had a scent.
(gah, brainstuck. XD) The
The diviner eventually allows himself to be taken by sleep, almost 'feeling' safe for the time being. This, probably being among the first few times since arriving in this nothing-foresaken world with all the traitors and backstabbers alike, being here first.
He had an aweful 'feeling' about some of the castle oblivion crew, knowing of their past treason...
Not that he had feelings.
But then there's common sense.
Common sense and having less important nobodies, mostly dusks, to report anything suspicions.
He would allow a few hours at best, to rest up and recover.
(*EPICALLY FAILS*)
Edit to not kill so quickly:
When he does awakin again, the diviner looks up. Between stiffness and seering pain from his wounds, he only glances to check if his superior is still around after so much time.
((Lalala Don't mind me, Jergy
"Hey..."
His approach is sudden, like it usually is, but often never surprising due to his own unusual scent. He bent his head downward, offering a small head-bump to the smaller stag on the cheek, although his gestures were rather half-hearted due to his own crappy mood.
"Hn, haven't seen ya in a whiles, made me worry, y'know?" he mumbled, rocking back and forth as he rested his chin atop the stag's head.
Of course it didn't help that he would be going away for 'a whiles'.
Best approach the subject lightly...
((Zerg; if you want to
Gingy;
The tiny blue stag looked up at the bump, smiling, sitting upon his haunches much like a dog, tail wagging for a moment.
"Jergens! I missed you, I looked for you" he promises, legs rising before the stag can pull his head away to catch his antlers, hauling himself up and over to sit upon the red stag's back.
"I'm glad your wounds feel better" he sighs, nuzzling into the other stag's neck.
He flopped over to his side
"Huh, the rut get to ya or what?" he teased, bouncing around the matter at hand. "Yeah, Kinda sore fer a whiles, but it's all good now. No worries, harm, or foul~" he lifted his head, craning it around to offer nuzzles in return.
Eh, might as well stop beating around the bush.
"Avvy wants me to go with him on some trip to god-knows-where. Hell if I know, but the creepy bastard won't take no fer an answer..." he mumbled, a bit hesitantly. Pretty obvious that he had little to no desire to go.
At all.
his ears ticked, and he
"well...you better go, Just try and get along okay!" he began chiding, like the mother he had so recently rather become.
"don't eat something if you don't know it's edible, make sure you bathe on a regular basis, and here" he trotted over to his antlers, tugging a few roses from his own to tuck them into the holes, winding them in tightly.
"and if either of you get hurt, roses make a good antiseptic" he said, voice much softer now as he danced back to stand in front of him, gently licking his cheek.
"have fun, and most importantly" he smiled, eyes softening.
"come back home safe. You have a...husband, and child to take care of"
Well that wasn't exactly the
Weird.
"But... I don't really wanna go and ya and Peo..." he mumbled, laying his head down in the grass, hoping that the blades would hide the flush of embarassment on his face.
Huh... Roses in his antlers, well wasn't he just pretty? Nice way to gay up his appearence.... Aveeno was going to have conniptions (hehe).
"Eh... I don't know how long I'm gonna be gone... I'd write letters, but one. I have no thumbs. Two, no post office, and three, I couldn't even write to begin with fer obvious reasons." he chuckled, returning nuzzles and affection.
"Husband... Eh... Eheh..." he felt, in simple terms, rather dorky what with the gleeful expression on his face, coupled with his unusual, almost nervous speech.
"well, I can't make you go,
"I'll miss you, so much...but I'm sure this is for the best"
"I'm kinda hopin' fer that,
"If anythin' bad happens. I don't care what it is... Get someone to find me. I don't give a damn who it is, just do it." he pleaded rather than ordered, taking time to curl his own neck around Rosine's in a sort of odd embrace.
"Guess I better go... Find Peo and Dad and Cry and all them..." he sighed, honeslty, seriously not wanting to leave.
Slowly, though, he unhooked himself from him, forcing tears to stay back until they had separated.
"I love ya..." he murmured, barely a whisper.
But at least he could honeslty say it and mean it now.
(X3 I'm game.)