Tracking this for when I have more inspiration C:

Tracking this for when I get an urge to roleplay.

Tracking for later because I'm supposed to be working on a huge paper kthanksbye.

I will then |:
I mean, if you want to start something, I don't mind. Gives me something else to focus on instead of my mind wanting to wander off to Tumblr << >>

I'm ttrrryyyyiiinnggg. But it hurts my soul :<

gypsy and noodlefart.
That was beautiful.
I'd love to roleplay with Sax, honestly. I love her character so much ;;
But Keef is awesome, too so idk
UH Val's always open. He doesn't get enough facetime anyway.
uh
Unless you want gypsy and noodefart.
/shot

Pff I feel newbish now xP But I think I'll start a deer RP, in Keith's human situation doesn't look like he'd appreciate company.
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The little stag tugged at some of his shoulder fur with his teeth, irritated by the pollen that had settled on it after a roll in a flower patch. He lay his head down upon the cold of an ancient building stone thrown into the Ruins, feeling heat leech out of his body. Myszka enjoyed the twilight that had settled upon the Forest, but deer at this hour tended to be too rowdy for him. Candles were lit and tossed about, and he wanted no part of that. He kept his eyes open to stave off sleep, knowing with a pessimistic certainty that if he fell asleep, he would wake up peacocked.
In the distance, he saw a small black form flitting amongst the trees; and his gaze fixed upon it, watching its movements. A deer, he thought, but at that distance he couldn't be sure of their identity.

Myszka's head shot up at being addressed and he blinked rapidly several times in confusion. He looked at the wild-eyed stranger, and couldn't decide whether to be frightened or amused. The stranger's fur was ruffled, and his movements had a twitchiness born of a deep-seated anxiety. Playing it safe, he went for the middle route and adopted an easy tone that- hopefully- would calm the other. It was difficult for Myszka to understand much of what others did, and as such he tended to isolate himself when confused.
"I was, until now." he answered, eyeing him cautiously. "You look like you've seen a freaking ghost. Are you all right?"

Would you mind if I role-played with you with my fawn, Andante? ^^

[Rutilus seems like a kind fellow. I will choose him c: And I will start!]
A little fawn sat on the edge of the pond, staring at his own reflection. "Less sounds today. Less people around." Andante spoke to himself with a shake of his head, hearing birds chirping overhead and their chirps turning to pure harmony in his ears.
Finally the fawn got to his feet and turned away from the water. He had been his only friend for quite sometime. Most rejected him because of his difference from other deer. The ability to not hear voices as other's did. He heard only music. Words from other deer became a symphony in his ears, though he still definitely heard what they had to say.

Thrown off by the rapidness with which the stag spoke, the other sat in silence for a few seconds.
'How am I going to respond? I- I don't know.. He sure doesn't act like anyone I've met before; what the heck am I supposed to do? What's he thinking? What's he planning?'
Torn by indecision, he bit his lip and pretended to be looking at a butterfly drifting past. He was just overanalyzing the situation. That had to be it. Calm once again, Myszka said slowly,
"Myszka, though I'm used to deer calling me whatever they like if they find it too difficult." He flicked his tail in the stranger's general direction- a tail still at winter's absurd, furry length- and repeated the question. He found, however, that he couldn't meet the owl-like stare directed at him. It was unnerving.
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shortness.. I was rushed for time ._.

pff. he's just an awkward little creature

[Ok jumping in here now]

This part of the town was quiet during the early evening hours. A few cars would pass by, but nothing more. A few people walking around the park, some jogging, and a few birds or squirrels running about. It seemed like just an ordinary evening.

For Validus, it was. He had a sort-of routine. Some days he would go to the gym, some days he would just go walking. Sometimes he took his dog, Abby, other days he would go by himself so he wouldn't have to put up with her and her habit of wanting to chase every small creature she saw on the ground. This was one of those days where he was out walking, alone, wearing gym shorts, a loose, gray t-shirt, and his sneakers. Instead of running, the only thing he felt up to doing was to just walk, letting the calm of the area rest his worried thoughts and the cool evening air kept him from getting too hot.

He was walking on the quiet sidewalk, no one in his path, yet. He had reached one end of the park and was turning back to walk the distance again, trying to decide how long he wanted to do this. He liked these moments where it felt like nothing mattered. As if nothing was wrong. As if the whole world decided to shut up for a little while to let him relax and forget any troubles he might have.

Validus saw the silhouette of the man in the distance, but did not think much of it at first. Just another person walking by and he probably didn't want to be disturbed. But the pale blonde man turned away for one seemed like just a second, an automatic reaction from hearing a dog bark somewhere in the distance.

When he turned around, he pretty much came face-to-face with the stranger. He jumped slightly in surprise, not as dramatically as the other did, but he was still given a bit of a shock.

The first thing he noticed about the man was his accent. He couldn't help but think of Rutilus when the man spoke for the first time. Then he thought about him and his sister and he felt his chest constrict involuntarily.

Then he noticed the man's appearance. His hair was messy, making Validus wonder if he just liked it that way or if he just didn't care. Validus also noticed the way he jumped back. Somewhat uncoordinated, almost as if he was under the influence of something. But who knows, the man seemed as if he was aware enough of his surroundings. Well, enough to look straight at him. Validus could tell pretty easily from experience if someone was intoxicated, and this man, other than the wonky movement, did not seem so.

"Oh, sorry... sir." He answered, trying to be polite there at the end. Then he hesitated before answering the second question. "My name's Validus. Validus Morales, sir." He wondered if he should hold out a hand for a handshake.

As the man talked, Validus politely stayed quiet and took a closer look at the man's clothing choice and body language. Whereas his clothes were more relaxed and casual, good for exercising, the other man's was much more... unique. He really couldn't put a general style to it, but it seemed comfortable enough, he guessed.

The man seemed somewhat nervous, on edge. But only slightly. Validus worried that one wrong move would send the man into some sort of panic fit. He tried to smile a little, not a lot but just a hint of one, hoping even a little gesture like that would calm the man down. He didn't like it when people around him were nervous, it made him feel a little jumpy himself.

"Alrigh'. Keith. Not sir. I can do that." He answered, letting out an amused chuckle under his breath, trying to relieve any tension in the air. "And yeah, I wouldn't mind someone to talk to myself."

He turned to walk in the direction Keith was going before, motioning with his head for the other to keep walking while he stuck his hands into his pants pockets.

Validus would glance between Keith and the sidewalk ahead of them. He tried to think of something to say to start the conversation. He couldn't ask why he was here, he'd already answered that. Boredom. There had to be a better way.

"So... Keith. Where ya from?" Simple, but a good way to get to know someone, he guessed.

A car whizzed by, the low hum of the engine catching the mechanic's attention, but then his thoughts turned to the other man's answer. He chuckled lightly at the first statement. Whatever black rift in the fabric of the universe decided to spit someone like me out. Fair enough. Validus was not the best at geography, especially not that of another country, so he honestly wasn't sure where "Dartford" would be. Somewhere in the UK, he guessed. He at least knew there were a couple of countries there, and the man hadn't given him any other information than what sounded like a town or city.

He had barely heard the "You?" and was opening him mouth to reply when the man continued speaking. His lips closed together again, and he turned his gaze down to the other. Validus stopped and bit his bottom lip and he thought of how to answer. The guy seemed somewhat suspicious, but he did want to help him.

"Well, if by "near here" you mean within walkin' distance, I'm afraid you're outta luck. I live on the edge of the city limits. My uh... My truck's down there, though." He motioned with one hand toward the far side of the park. "So, I could drive us there." He briefly wondered if the guy had even been in a truck before. "Also, I only have sweet tea at my house. Cold, iced tea. If what'cha lookin' for is hot tea, then I do know this one little shop that might sell some..."

He glanced up at the sky, trying to guess the time. The shop would still be open, he guessed. Although Steven might be suspicious of this "Keith"...

AA [ EDIT: CHRIST why aren't you on MSN |8 ]

Keith's decidedly worn and frayed heart sank in disappointment at the first statement. Not only would he be left wandering all over the place for the night, but he'd also failed to 'charm' - haha, yeah, charm, right - the man into extending Keith's chances of befriending him. Jagger was right, he was fucking useless at making friends, and even worse at keeping them, always fucking looking out for himself and no-one else.

Which was absolute bullshit, actually, because Keith was nothing if not forever willing to look out for everybody but himself. He was fucking notorious for it. Well, no. He was notorious for substance abuse in one world, and being a sorcerer's fucking 'love' - a.k.a, plaything - in another. Fantastic.

All of a sudden Validus' voice cut through his thoughts and alerted him to the fact that the blonde had a truck and was offering to drive Keith to his home, having only just met him. What a trusting bastard. Not that he was complaining; he liked the guy already. Keith nodded slowly, but paused at the mention of tea, cocking his head to one side. Strands of black hair flicked from one side to the other, and stayed there, because his hair was versatile as fuck and seemed to just stick up in any fucking direction it liked.

"Not to be too English," Keith began dryly, raising an eyebrow. "But your shitty iced tea is nothin' compared to the real deal. So if that shop's open right about now, I say we go there." He sniffed twice - sniffing was a minor habit, courtesy of cocaine usage, but let's not go there - and ran a hand through his hair, aware that he'd likely just made it stick up in a bizarre manner. He didn't particularly care.

"I'll pay and everything, man. Treat you for bein' such a nice fellow, and all that." He tried for a smile, slightly twisted though it was. "Yeah?"

wingeddeer [ oh, man, no worries! I was just afraid everyone had forgotten about this blog /die ]

Rutilus watched as the other stag settled down near him, comfortable with the space kept between them. Normally, he would have rejected the idea of being told someone's life story, finding most of them dull and boring and fucking uninteresting, and whiney to boot - but today was different. He had time to spare, and he was in the mood for stories.

Plus, it might help the stranger in some way. 'Phobos'. Funny, how close it was to Rutilus' surname - Phoebus. Rutilus gave a wry smile. "Rutilus. Just call me Rut if y'like, it's a hell of a lot easier. Fuckin' Latin name. Anyway...I actually, uh..." He paused, trying to word it. "Tell me as much as you want, man. I've got time to spare, an'--yeah."

Phobos chuckled slightly,he to having his experiances with latin names after all.
"Well then,Rut,I suppose I could tell you the story of how I got high on mushrooms...Eh...Nevermind I do not remember much I'm afraid".He chortled again.
"Oh,yes yes I remember another one now.It's about how my adopted sister at the time almost got eaten by a crazed winged deer...Thing." He paused as the memory suddenly flooded his mind,although both were gone from the forest,these memories still had somewhat of an after effect on him.But the stag in front of him wanted a story,and Phobos obliged to tell it.

"Well now...my sister at the time,Nane was her name,was being stalked by a seemingly harmless winged creature at first.It would watch us from a distance at times,then it got bolder and tried to actually woo her."

His gaze flicked downward as he tried to remember what happened next,an ear quirked towards Rut to listen what he thought of this so far.

This might be an open RP but it's not suitable for everyone. Could you put a mature warning on this please?

Not sure what you mean. Was just reading through and saw all the toilet talk, yet there was no warning!

*nuzzles*

"Americanized..." Validus muttered after the last mention of the tea, as he kicked a rock out of his way. Sometimes he really hated how America had to have everything different from the rest of the world. Driving on the opposite side of the road, different English spellings, different tea. Well, that's what he got for being American, he guessed. Southern, too. Butt-load of stereotyping there. He did like having that "identity", though, and he wouldn't change it for anything. "I'll hold ya to that." He said then, a chuckle breaking through. "More southern-ized, really. Them Yankees don't know how to make our tea-"

His voice cut off as Keith stumbled and grabbed onto his shoulder. Reflexively, his hand shot up to catch the man by his elbow, steading him. "Careful..." was all he said as he caught him, just before the man yanked his arm away. Validus shrugged it off and kept walking, eyes ahead.

Tell me 'bout yourself. What d'you do? He chuckled. "Well, I work down at the shop- I mean garage- I mean the..." He motioned off in the distance with one hand, a frustrated look on his face. He was trying to figure out how to word this without using "American" lingo. "... I fix cars. Yeah. Mechanic. Or whatever you wanna call it. Started out as something I would do for people who needed someone to fix something up for cheap. Now it's actually my career."

He took a deep breath, shaking hair out of his face again. Then he looked at his new companion again. "Now I'm curious, though. What does a guy like you do for a living?"

Oh, deer, haven't had inspiration. Been brain-dead. This here's my best shot at the moment ._.

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Ire pricked by the innocent question, Myszka let out a short, humourless laugh.
"Where do you think?" he asked. "That place. The other side of this world." he flicked his tail in the general direction of Keith. "You look like you've had more than your fair share of it. But- just relax. Nobody's going to come after you here, even if some of us are kinda... weird." he laughed slightly at his own admittance, then broke off abruptly with a stricken look crossing his face. "I'm sorry; did I say too much? I- er..." Myszka trailed off, his mind blanking in panic.
Damnit! I did it again. I said something wrong, I know I did; either I'm too polite or let my head get the better of me. Why even try?'

[ oh man so many replies |: me gusta~ STEPH you sack of godsent joy, you, I agree ;; I've missed them sdfksdjfh~ What would you like to doooooo |8 In terms of human/deer and who starts and setting if human and BLAH BLAH maaaaaan. ]

AA

The blonde's frustrated expression was incredibly amusing to him; Keith looked at him with an entertained smirk, raising an eyebrow, waiting for the guy to get his shit together and speak English. He'd understood it by the time Validus had managed 'garage' - though their pronunciation was different, he was used to it - but Validus kept going, clarifying. Keith appreciated that, and nodded slowly. "Fair enough job, s'pose. Never considered doin' it, though."

Keith exhaled quietly whilst they walked, staring at the ground briefly, watching his own boots touch the pavement then leave it again. He glanced sideways at Validus. Christ, they looked different. So different. Couldn't be more different if they tried. Funny--oh he was talking again, fuck. Had he missed anything? Keith blinked at him with those eyelinered doe-eyes, trying to get back on track with the conversation. What--oh!

Rum-coloured eyes lit up at the thought of his work; a smile flickered onto that gaunt face.

"Me?" He chuckled, running a hand through that bizarrely messy hair; it stuck up in tufts here and there. "Used to work in a post office. Then I er, fell in with a bunch of bastards and ended up in a band. So, musician. We do alright." A worrying thought about the Stones' lack of progress; it was all his fucking fault as well, messing with magick and things he shouldn't have. Getting into stupid situations. "Guitarist, me."

A chuckle.

"How far now?"

wingeddeer

Rutilus' ears were pricked, alert blue eyes watching the stag eagerly, wanting to hear the rest. He felt a bit like a fawn being told a horror story, only the problem was that this one was fucking true. Jesus Christ. The stag cocked his head to the side, frowning slightly, impatient. "Then what?" He demanded to know, childish almost, petulant.

Nimariel

[ Pfffft, no worries ;; ♥ ]

The way the other stag spoke about the human world made him almost...sad; obviously, it hadn't treated him very well. That was alright, he supposed; the otherworld had treated Keith like shit, and the human world hadn't always been kind to him. Keith gave nothing but a wry smile in response to Myszka's correct assumptions, calming slowly, actually reassured for once - and reassuring Keith was not an easy thing to do.

Suddenly, Myszka stopped speaking, and then looked panicked. Keith blinked at him, startled, and confused too - he gave an abrupt laugh out of nervousness, confused. "Wot? No, no--you're fine, man, chill!" Tufted ears flicked back, and then forwards. "Don't worry about that crap with me, say what you like." He chuckled again, relaxing again, shaking his head. Strange, how quickly his mood had turned.

"We good? You done freakin'? You alright?"

[ YES yes she is |8 Then again she's been busy with otherworldly Initiative shenanigans that SUCKED so y'know. Also, in the human world, we only made them meet once but like--would it be--THIS IS HARD To WoRD uh--would they still know eachother in the human world the way they did in the forest, is what I'm trying to ask |: ]

Guitarist, me. A smile came across Validus's face. "Well there's something we have in common. I'm a guitarist, too. Although, I'm not in a band or anything. Tried to start one once but..." He shrugged without his hands leaving his pockets. "No luck. I'm probably not cut out for that life, anyway."

Validus looked up at Keith's question, glancing at their surroundings and deciding their location. "Not far. Just one more turn..."

And he was right. Turning the final corner, they came across a mostly deserted street, except for a few cars parked on the side of the road, in front of little shops. In the dimming light, it was easy to see what was open and what was not. A few windows were bright with light, including one down the sidewalk, a small green awning above large windows. Warm, yellow light spilled out into the concrete, giving the whole area around it a welcoming feeling.

Validus grinned. "Right down the street. See the light and the green awning-thing?"

A sudden, cool breeze blew down the darkening street briefly, brushing against the bare lower half of Validus legs. Now he really wish he had worn jeans or at least sweatpants.

"Let's get over there before the sun sets." He said, jokingly.

Validus didn't mind the hand clapping on his shoulder, he was more used to Kyle nearly whacking his spine out of line whenever his friend slapped him on the back after something like a good comeback or just a good joke. He chuckled at the Keith's "sunset walk" comment, then proceeded to nod at his question.

"Yeah. I know a guy who works there. He should be on shift now, so you'll get to meet 'im."

They finally made it to the large window, where Validus's dark blue-grey eyes snapped straight towards the glass. Yep, Steven was behind the register, leaning against the counter while looking through some magazine. There seemed to be no one else in the shop at the moment, although the place would still be open for another hour or so. The place wasn't very big, very quaint actually. There were a few tables here and there, as well as some higher tables against a side wall. Closer to the entrance there were a few couches surrounding two coffee tables, each little "group" on opposite sides of the front door. The shop was littered with knick-knacks and other themed items on wooden bookshelves, giving the place a homey feel. The walls held some few pieces of simple, abstract artwork.

From where he stood, the darker blonde inside the building could see the two men walking by the window. One he recognized off the bat. No one could miss that hair. The other was... strange. Definitely unfamiliar. But if Validus was hanging out with him, he had to be ok at least.

The pale blonde opened the front door, the little bell ringing above it. He lifted a hand, gesturing to Steven, and held the door open for his companion.

"Evening." Steven said, putting the magazine down and leaning against the counter, warm-brown eyes studying the pair.