THIS'LL GO WELL. So as usual, I want all of you. ALL THE PEOPLE. To come in here. And roleplay, and stuff. Human or deer is fine 8> And SERIOUSLY GUYS if you've never roleplayed with me before, do so now. Right now. Right here. In this blog.
trolol.
Deer Directory for descriptions of characters, so you can choose and such c:
Rutilus - Human/Deer
Snake - Human/Deer
Sax(ophone) - Human/Deer
The Keeper - deer only unless your human would like to interact with his deer form in the human world. If that makes sense >>; He does have a human form, but he doesn't normally use it.
Nirvana - deer only.
Velociraptor - deer (velociraptor) only.
C'MOOOON GUUUUUYS.
Just tell me who I'm using, who you're using, human/deer c: You can start or I'll start as long as you give me a place/setting/whatever when it comes to human form. Forest-RP is easy as hell because hey, limited locations! wheeeee.
(No worries; I forgot about
Startled, he stumbled back with his hand hovering freely in the air. The smooth, metal handle slipped through his wet fingers with ease as Sax slammed the door behind her. He stood stupidly still with a blank expression upon his face as he blinked a time or two, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Partly surprised by the speed upon which the young woman used to get into the vehicle and partly from how eager she was to jump inside. He would have figured that she would have been somewhat hesitant to follow, just as she had been hesitant with standing near him.
Cypher's senses returned as the cold rain fell harder onto him. His dark, mahogany bangs sagged as the cool water ran along the side of his face. Quickly, he ran around the front of the car. His pale eyes glancing over to see Sax sitting anxiously in the passenger seat, running her long fingers along the rim of his fedora that she now cradled in her lap. Before opening the driver door, he slipped his arm out from his vest. The buttons were already off and the polyester material grew heavy as it soaked in the rain water; there was no need to continue to wear it. Now standing in nothing but his slacks, white collared shirt, and tie, he leaped into the driver seat. Tossing the wet vest carelessly into the backseat. The cotton shirt was moist, clinging to his skin. The damp whiteness somewhat made the shirt see-through exposing the truth of his scrawny frame. His chest, arms, and abandon lacked little to no fat or muscle; he was nothing more than skin stretched over brittle bones. Fine, dark chest hairs poked out from around his biceps, exposed by the open V shape of his shirt as his silk tie hung loosely in front of him. His revolver could be seen more clearly now; sitting silently in its holster at his left side.
He sighed heavily while leaning over the steering wheel; sounding like a mixture of relief and agony. He was out of the rain but he could still hear the drops pounding on the roof and windshield. He could still hear it running... The silence pierced by the sudden roar of the engine as he turned the keys in the ignition. Soft, soothing jazz melodies began to pour from the stereo speakers. Leaning forward slightly, he turned the volume down expecting that the woman would not be pleased with loud music in her ears.
...Where're we goin'? Her voice hovered of the soft music. Turning to her, he ran his fingers through his hair. Attempting to add a bit of life to the matted mess. "To the pub, my dear," he replied as he straightened himself. Glancing out behind the car to see if the road was clear as he began to pull away from the curb. "Do you not remember?"
(I think we need some Danforth confrontation at some point; Cypher can get his ass kicked in the name of chivalry!)
The fortune teller lifted her
"Some are merely for decoration. Others have more... meaning," She answered vaguely. "But perhaps, for the right price, I would consider selling some of the.. less-meaningful objects. Sí?" She smirked up at Rutilus, head tilting.
Martisol's eyes had fallen upon a small cage half-hidden behind the table. It looked as if it was made of an antique brass. It was empty. Martisol motioned toward it with her hand. "What's that for?" She asked in a small voice.
The psychic turned to glance in the direction Martisol was pointing towards. "Oh. The cage?" She turned back, her expression bored. "I had a canary once. It used to sing to me all the time. It flew away one day, though. Left the cage door open by accident. Pity, really. Moy malo." Martisol nodded and fell silent once more, nearly leaning on Rutilus for comfort and security.
She always liked canaries.
Mick Rutilus found himself
Rutilus found himself unimpressed. What was the use in changing your appearance drastically? He didn't approve of that particular power, unable to see a useful reason for it. It seemed like cheating to him.
"Seems like cheatin' to me." A chuckle. "Plus - y'my mate, I still wouldn't fuck you." The blonde patted the taller's spine, bumping briefly into a small woman that passed him. "Ah--bollocks." He grunted, hurrying on.
"D'you wanna come to my place? It's a shithole."
Kumiko
How skinny he was, she thought to herself, and wondered how he had come to be in such a state. Perhaps he wasn't one for eating - but surely his strength would be limited? From what she could tell through the somewhat see-through material that clung so loyally to him, he had no muscle on his arms or chest. A mild unease crept through her at the sight of the revolver, however, and she turned her gaze away to avoid looking as if she were staring. Which, sadly, she had been, without noticing.
Again she was shaken out of a trance of thought - by the snarl of an engine, and then brilliantly loud yet soft music. For once, Sax made no complaint, sitting there stiff-backed and thin-lipped even after it was turned down, her namesake swinging music through the still air of the vehicle. The female gave a 'tch' and waved a hand as Cypher reminded her of their destination. "Oh yeah--yeah. Slipped my mind, all this--" Grrrrrowl. The heavens hated her just as the clouds pitied and haunted Cypher. "...all--these...shenanigans." A small smirk at the word.
Saxophone fell silent for a while again, looking down at the black fedora in her hands, the one she could not stop turning over and over and caressing. Briefly she paused to run her fingers through her hair, damp strands stubbornly trying to defy gravity afterwards. No use flattening it again - though it felt a bit...fluffier than usual. Soft.
"...So I was wondering whether or not we're safe." She blurted all of a sudden, though her voice was light, as if this was an everyday topic. But she did not think there was danger from more demons, no - Saxophone wondered if they were safe around eachother. "I have a knife and you have a gun," the woman continued, staring straight ahead through the windshield. "And you use your left hand." The final statement was unimportant - but it was an observation, certainly. Details did not often go unnoticed with her.
[ Hrmmm, I agree--but the problem with that is that Danforth mainly inhabits the Otherworld rather than the human realm |: Could always throw Snake in there, though I suppose then there'd be no chivalrous-asskick'd-Cypher 8C ]
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Well, prices, prices. He was a poor bastard and had no money - briefly Rutilus considered telling her he was a prostitute for laughs, but that would probably have resulted in Martisol whacking him one for being such a prick. Which was fair enough, really.
Rut was soon distracted by the subject of the cage, head tilting. For a moment, he wondered if the canary was a metaphor - some darker meaning hidden beneath the gypsy woman's words. Then he told himself to stop reading so much poetry, and pushed the thought away.
"Shame, that." His arm curled around Martisol again, blue eyes turned to her briefly to check that she was alright. "...Why'd you keep the cage?"
Can I take the Velociraptor?
Of couuurse c': I was hoping
New characters are most fun -
Would you mind starting? I'm terrible at it ;_;
Let's let things continue to
"I could end all of my
"Well, since you've made it sound so appealing," Nathaniel answered sarcastically, lightly however enough that it was more a joke than actual sarcasm.
The psychic's dark eyes
"... Sentimental reasons. I may find another one some day in the future. Or, perhaps one day, my little golden canary will return to me." She glanced at Martisol briefly, before turning sharply around to waltz back to her table.
Martisol didn't know what to make of this woman. Was she trying to confuse them? Was it supposed to help business by making people crave knowing what she meant? Or was this how she always acted?
The dark psychic interrupted her thoughts. "Thick as thieves you two seem to be." The woman rummaged through a pile of artifacts on the table, as if it was a nervous habit. Her bangles jingled against her wrists. "Never have I seen a pair so close, yet refuse any romantic intentions."
She pulled a small figurine out of the pile. Martisol caught a glimpse of a golden deer figure, a little bird landing on it's antlers. It was old and tarnished, with a dull shine. The dark woman turned around and gently tossed it toward the two, which Martisol caught it and gazed at it. The stag's antlers were curved in an artistic way, its head high and proud. The little bird's wings were halfway outstretched, making it appear only slightly larger than it actually was.
The psychic leaned against the table, crossing her arms. "Consider that a gift. It's supposed to bring good luck."
Martisol smiled politely and whispered a "gracias" to the woman before turning to look up at Rutilus. She held the figure up a little for him to see it. "I'm sure it's not what you were looking for but... Do you want it anyway?"
[edit: sorry. Apparently my phone thought "high" was meant to be "Hugh"]
The melody sang sweetly to
Silence seemed to linger between them as Cypher focused on the road. Occasionally he would glance over at the young woman who seemed to be obsessed with his fedora. Her golden eyes lost within her own thoughts as she rolled the hat around in her large hands before finally speaking. Her statement strong and full of concern. It caused him to turn his head completely in her direction out of shock before he quickly snapped his head back to the road. Head tilted to the side and shifting uneasily within his seat.
Safety was normally the last thing on his mind - at least when it came to his own well being. Generally he reacted to a situation without much though; often accepting the consequences that followed and making up a plan as he went along. After all, he was just another "dog" capable of being disposed off if needed. The Agency had already forced him to write a will and he he was, barely through his mid-twenties. However, he always put the safety of his companions into consideration; often placing their needs well over his. So naturally, at least Sax was in good hands.
"Of course, my dear," he replied with confidence in his voice. "[=#787878[Why would we not be?[/color]"
[ YOU GUYS I suck so hard
Snake in human if you want?
[ HI FAUNET YER LATE MAN jump
lol late again oh well will
will do