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scriptedfates:

I feel like something similar to this has happened in the past.

This all felt nostalgic.

River moved over to the man on the ground. ❝ Mister ? ❞ she called out loud. There was no response. She kneeled beside him and turned his body so that he could lay on his back. She checked for a pulse and was relieved to find a strong one. River reached out slowly and touched him on the shoulder — he did not stir. Did he pass out ? His eyelids were still closed. ❝ Come on, Mister. Wake up, ❞ she shook him again, this time with more force. ❝ You shouldn’t sleep on the ground. Can you hear my voice ? ❞ Maybe he hit his head? He wasn’t moving an inch.

River placed a hand on his forehead and sighed, thankful that he did not feel feverish. She looked him over closely and frowned, concerned, he’d definitely seen better days. His face was caked with dirt and his clothes were in tatters, crusted in filth, and stained with dried blood. For that matter, he stank really terribly. He gave off a terrible fishy smell. Her nose wrinkled in protest at the odor. Did he come from the fish market? Not that it mattered. Fish market, or coast, he was covered in severe wounds.

I knew I should’ve re-classed into a Cleric !

She needed to move his body to safety.

I can bring him to camp with me, right ?

❝ Hey, Mister, ❞ she grabbed his hand with a cheerful smile, and looked around them. ❝ If you can hear me, squeeze my hand, like this, ❞ she gave his hand a firm squeeze. ❝ I’m going to carry you. I know of a safe place nearby. ❞

Acelin wasn’t sure how long he’d lain there, face down in the mud, wasting away his lead from his pursuers in blissful unconsciousness. It didn’t feel like nearly long enough. His first stirrings of any semblance of thought were hazy and disconnected, like air pockets making their way languidly through mucky swamp water to the surface. Distantly, he felt a pang in his side as his body was moved, although how or in what direction was anyone’s guess.

Soft tones danced incomprehensibly at the edge of his awareness. He realized belatedly that the sounds were a voice - maybe more than one. The realization produced a spike of anxiety powerful enough to stir his thoughts less aimlessly and into something like a direction. Voices. Voices meant people. He was avoiding something - someone - wasn’t he? That meant people were trouble. He had to move.

He tried, he really did, putting every ounce of laughably little energy he had into doing just that. All he succeeded in doing was twitching his fingers slightly, though, and he let out a huff of frustration.

#scriptedfates #River RP #acelin #faceinthemud #((don't hate me for my poor icon usage))

scriptedfates:

❝ Are you making demands of me ? ❞ Noir asked, voice lowered. Did Acelin have a ❛ death wish ❜ ?

❝ Let me make this clear to you, Acelin. You’re our prisoner. Use your head to figure out how to protect yourself. ❞ She paused, her eyes narrowed as she pushed him into the cave. ❝ If you don’t prove yourself useful, you won’t make it back to camp. So stop whining and keep walking. ❞

Acelin lost has footing at her shove and landed hard on his hands and knees. Or rather, hand and knees, as it was now. He bit back a stream of curses directed at the Angel of Retribution behind him, the still-tender stump of his wrist throbbing dully at the impact. If he wasn’t careful around this woman, he might lose his other hand. He couldn’t hold back another shudder before he pulled himself up to his feet.

Just then, a high, distant keening sound echoed from deep in opaque darkness.

Acelin froze, blood going cold. “Did you hear that?” He hissed.

#scriptedfates #acelin rp #noir #worth a weapon thread #post hand #((i hope this isn't a test of courage))#((because acelin's gonna fail))

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seu-mulivai

distant shores

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seu-mulivai:

“Acelin. Sure, pleasure,” she snickered, playfully shaking the empty waterskin in his face. “Here’s your water bag back, mate.”

Seu pondered his explanation. “That’s… a way of putting it,” she mused aloud, considering his face with some scrutiny. “And honestly, I really can’t remember. Must’ve hit my head when my ship went down…” She definitely didn’t want to think about that right now. “Why… did you?”

“Aye,” Acelin said, feeling his hope deflate in his chest at her response. He reached out to retrieve the empty waterskin with all the coordination of a poorly designed automaton. He flopped down to his arse on the beach, letting out a defeated sigh. “I am well and truly fucked.”

It seemed Archer’s map was useless, and this one new hope of finding a way off this island knew about as much as he did, if not less. Either his father would track him down and kill him, or he’d spend the rest of his days wasting away on this island. He turned to his new companion. Well, at least now he wouldn’t die in solitude. “So, Seu, huh?

#seu-mulivai #acelin rp #((back from the dead you))

scriptedfates:

Why do this things always happen to me ?

As the villagers spoke among themselves, Corrin couldn’t even bring himself to beg as the torch was lit. His tears all dried up. What should I do ? He thought worriedly. They are all going to be upset with me. They didn’t understand that he was immune to fire. But they didn’t believe him either when he told them he was a dragon. He’d been honest with them from the start. Why were these people so quick to distrust others? He sighed, anxious. Maybe he could try to reason with them again?

❝ So… uh… this might be painful for you…? You should probably uh… what’s that word called…? ❞

But no matter what Corrin said, he couldn’t get through to them. They ignored him, chanting: ❛ Burn the witch ! Burn the witch ! Burn the witch ! Burn the witch ! ❜

A villager torched the pyre of wood piled around him. Corrin nearly sighed out loud when he felt the flames rise up around his ankles. It didn’t hurt, much.The heat of the fire against his skin felt like a mild discomfort at best. He began to pour sweat. He stared at their angry faces, he didn’t know what to make of this. They’re going to be so disappointed. This would have been so much easier if he could show them what he meant. But he’d made a promise. How could he convince them he was a dragon without actually being able to turn into a dragon?

❝ See…? It doesn’t hurt. But, uh, you shouldn’t try this on other people They’ll die for sure…? ❞

Acelin’s feet were rooted to the ground as surely as if they were staked there. Blind panic tore through conscious thought, making it impossible to react. The fire was already licking hungrily at the princling’s feet, and he wasn’t making a sound. He must’ve been in shock. Acelin had seen his father’s men react similarly after getting injured in raids. One undercurrent kept driving his thoughts into further panic: Corrin wasn’t escaping.

No matter how much Acelin willed it, Corrin wasn’t going to make it out on his own. There must’ve been something that was preventing him from transforming. And, Acelin realized with chilling dread, he was going to have to rescue him. It was a stupid, suicidal thought to have, and he struggled to quash it and think next of how he was going to save his own skin without inviting the wrath of the princeling’s siblings. Unfortunately, his efforts to that end were interrupted by fresh self admonishments. He’d been the one to convince Corrin it was a good and necessary idea to come here. He’d been so proud of his manipulative skills in the moment, but now they made him sick.

Acelin gritted his teeth, nails cutting into his palms, knowing what he was going to have to do and hating himself for it already.

“I’m going to regret this,” he groaned. Then, before he could think better of it, he leaped forward, unslung his bow, and let an arrow fly straight into the lead torch bearer’s heart. The woman collapsed, her torch falling into the drought-brittled grass below. Acelin screamed madly as he ran, shouting gibberish at the crowd in what he hoped was passably demonic-sounding syllables.

“Back!” he shouted, aiming his arrow all around, “Away! I’ve sent her to my dark master! Stay back! Or I’ll curse you all, too!” The crowd shrank back from him then, men, woman, and children alike letting out shrieks of fear. I hope that holds them off long enough.

Bellowing like a madman and shutting his eyes to prevent any last-minute balking on his part, Acelin jumped straight through the flames to Corrin’s side. He quickly slung his bow and settled on a stack of wood behind the princeling so that he was above the licking flames. He instantly felt as though he were suffocating under the heat beating on them from all sides. His eyes watered and any moisture in his skin quickly evaporated.

“Just hold on, princeling,” Acelin said with forced bravado, hoping Corrin would miss the shaking in his voice, “I’ll have you out in two shakes.”

He pulled out his tool pouch, fetched his lock picks out, and set to unlocking the prince’s chains. At one point, his shaking hand brushed against the metal, and he hissed as even the brief touch seared his skin. He wondered how the prince could possibly be so quiet under what had to be unbearable agony from the chains alone, but forced himself to focus on the task at hand.

“Gotcha!” he cried when he’d finally undone the lock. It’d taken mere moments but felt like hours. He swiftly tore at the chains, cursing up a storm as the heat bit painfully at his hands and arms, but knowing the prince’s pain must be exponentially worse.

He was just turning to pull the prince back out through the fire when he realized the crowd had regathered around the pyre. Evidently, they’d seen through his ruse, and were content to watch this witch and his mad friend burn. “Uh, Corrin,” Acelin said, low voice rising in panic, “Now would be a really good time for your giant lizard thing.”

#godamnit corrin #Acelin rp #thread: burn the witch #corrin rp #((please don't worry about matching length like we said))#((I'm over wordy and thread-deprived))#((so I kind of overdid it))#((also acelin's gonna feel like even more of an asshole))#((when he realizes the real reason Corrin didn't transform))

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Crying Starters

❝Are you crying in there?❞

❝Hey, I’ve got you. You’re safe now.❞

❝I can’t stop crying.❞

❝Tell me what’s wrong.❞

❝Just let it out…no need to hold it in.❞

❝Don’t cry, you’re gonna make me cry!❞

❝Stop crying.❞

❝You have every right to be upset.❞

❝Please don’t cry.❞

❝Why are you crying over something so stupid?❞

❝I didn’t realize this would make you so upset.❞

❝Leave me alone – I don’t like crying in front of people.❞

❝I’ve never seen you cry before.❞

❝I’m so sorry for your loss.❞

❝I can’t believe they’re gone.❞

❝Seriously? Get over it.❞

❝I’m sorry. I was just telling you how I feel.❞

❝Please leave me alone.❞

-incoherent sobbing-

#rp meme #starter meme #crying meme

scriptedfates:

❝ Shut up, moron. ❞

Looking at the red-head with disinterest, Noir raised her left hand and pointed her sword at his throat. She studied his strange appearance. His clothes were unknown. He didn’t look like a soldier either. Was he a street urchin, perhaps? Noir eyed one of the soldiers under her command and gestured for them to pick up the knife. She didn’t need to make a big deal out of him. Though she wasn’t about to let her guard down, only an imbecile would walk into an armed camp with only a knife to defend himself.

❝ Tie him up. ❞

She sighed.

❝ I don’t want to deal with him right now. ❞

Acelin froze, afraid to move lest he slit his own gullet. He was pinned by the cold stare of the elegant man before him.

At the man’s orders, Acelin’s eyes widened and the soldiers moved on Acelin with professional efficiency. “Now-now, wait a second,” Acelin said, struggling to keep his voice steady and avoid puncturing his throat “Hold on. You don’t want to do this.” The soldiers ignored him, though, and they made quick work of seizing him by his arms on both sides. Acelin didn’t dare resist. Freedom wouldn’t mean much if he spent it bleeding out.

Another soldier came around and forced Acelin’s hands together behind his back. He flexed his muscles as they bound his wrists and let out a hiss of exaggerated pain as the woman tightened his bonds. “There’s really no need for that,” Acelin insisted, sounding more desperate than he’d like. “I’m not a threat. I’m more like the opposite of a threat.”

#scriptedfates #acelin rp #(itsnotaphase princess)#((acelin you talk too much))#((watch him try to talk his way out of this))#((with noir of all ppl lol))

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❝ You will not interfere, or I will have you die.❞

There was always the threat of danger. Why would this cave be any different? It was stupid of him to make a big deal out of it.

Acelin’s further protests died in his throat at her words.

“I mean, of course, yes. Whatever you say, marm.” As much as he feared the possibility of encountering soul-eating monsters out of mankind’s worst nightmares, he feared the certain death he saw in her eyes more.

There was a moment of silence, then, “But,will you at least allow a soul some protection?”

#scriptedfates #(itsnotaphase princess)#acelin rp #((scary princess lady))#((please let the poor scared pirate have a weapon at least))

scriptedfates:

❝ Let’s um, er… go up to my room ? We’ll be able to talk there if we keep it down. I think ? ❞

Corrin gestured Acelin to follow him toward the upper deck. He looked around, making sure they were not being followed. Corrin didn’t think this was something he should address in the presence of another person. He worried someone would put Acelin on the spot. He didn’t think the crew would make fun of him, but it was better to talk alone.

Acelin felt his shoulder muscles tense and a trickle of unease ghost unnervingly down his spine. There could be no good reason the princling would want to speak to him alone in his quarters. If he’d somehow gotten on the wrong side of of things here, he’d be on board a ship full of enemies again.

“As you say,” he said, following the princling’s lead, “I’ve been awful curious about the trappings of a prince’s rooms anyhow.” He fought to keep his demeanor casual, even as he went through his mental catalog of escape plans.

#scriptedfates #(dragon princling)#acelin rp #lol these two #((not exactly operating on the same wavelength))#((also idk what's going on with xkit/tumbls))#((but every time I try to delete my part))#((it posts it without your previous reply))#((it'll show what you said in the edit version #but on the actual post i see on my dash))#((it doesn't show your part))#((that's why I'm leaving the little line from my part))#((because it seems to work to keep your previous reply))

Acelin stumbled forward, the featureless dirt road blurring below him, the edges of his vision darkening. He realized in some distant way that he should be worried, but he couldn’t muster the strength to care. He only knew he had to keep moving. He couldn’t stop. His escape had been comprised almost entirely of that rare commodity, luck, and he wasn’t keen on relying on its continued viability.

All at once, the ground rushed up to meet him, and Acelin found himself face first in the mud at the side of the road. Acelin groaned, the dull throb of pain in his side flaring to a biting pain at the impact. He tried to stir. Any delay could mean his death, and his pulse pounded an insistent rhythm in his skull. Even as he realized this, though, Acelin’s vision was slowly darkened until, mercifully, everything was blackness.

#scriptedfates #acelin rp #river rp #thread: careless #starter

Acelin watched impotently as the villagers threw oil on the pyre that surrounded the post. The very wooden, very flammable-looking post. It was to this post that Corrin was chained. Why wasn’t Corrin escaping? He could easily break free if only he’d change into his dragon form. He could be leagues away by now. So what could Corrin be thinking staying in human form like this?

A sickening realization wrenched Acelin’s thoughts to a screeching halt and he felt his breath hitch in his chest. He felt a drowning man, the angry shouts of the villagers muffled and indistinct around him. He struggled to regain use of his lungs and wrestled down a surge of bile in his throat. Because he’d realized, beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was all his fault.

Then they lit the fire.

#scriptedfates #acelin rp #thread: burn the witch #starter

Open Starter

“No way. I refuse to set foot in that den of evil. Didn’t you hear what they said? It’s haunted. Nothing good will come of going there. Why are we still going there?”

#open starter #acelin rp #rp #open to mutuals

Open Starter

Acelin crept into the shadows outside the heavy wooden door, its brass lion knocker eyeing him balefully. He averted his gaze, heart hammering in his chest and his breath coming out in white puffs in the chill, moonlit air. He turned and crouched so he could get a better look at the door handle. He pulled out his lock pick and set to work. Steady hands, he reminded himself, his eyes fixed on the task at hand even as he kept his ears peeled for signs of his imminent demise.

In a few short moments, his straining ears were rewarded with a satisfying click, and Acelin smiled despite himself. He’d never been very good at the rough and tumble ways on his father’s ship, but this...this was something he excelled at.

Just as he was warming to his self congratulations, though, Acelin heard a sound that made his pounding heart harden into ice behind his ribs. Really, he thought, the ease with which he’d made it this far should’ve been the first sign that things weren’t going to go well for him tonight.

#acelin rp #open starter #open to mutuals #hello hi #welcome

Open Starter

“I know what this looks like, and I’ll admit, it definitely doesn’t look good. But I’ll ask you to consider for just a moment, that it is not what it looks like. I mean, it is what it looks like, well - sort of. Not exactly. Look, it’s a long story - but I hope you’ll consider the opposite. And maybe tell them that it’s not. What it looks like, I mean.”

Acelin glanced at his hand, and - realizing being armed wouldn’t help his case - quickly dropped the knife he held and smiled uneasily.

#acelin #acelin rp #open starter #open to mutuals #please message me if you #want to plot something #or just assume you caught ace stealing #acelin talks too much

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bad idea starters.

❛on a scale of one to ten… how illegal do you think doing this is?❜

❛okay, but, consider this: i don’t care. i’m gonna do it.❜

❛there are certain moments where i consider you someone with brilliant ideas and a good future. this is not one of those moments.❜

❛how hard is it to do a wheelie on a motorcycle? how many feet can you go, doing a wheelie, without crashing?❜

❛it’s three in the morning and i’m bored and you’re the only one awake. let’s break into a gas station store.❜

❛WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT FILL UP A “SUPER BIG GULP” CUP WITH 5 HOUR ENERGY AND CHUG THE WHOLE THING. MY HEART HAS EITHER STOPPED COMPLETELY OR IS BEATING SO FAST THAT I CAN’T FEEL MY OWN PULSE.❜

❛is it a bad idea to use mountain dew instead of milk in your cereal?❜

❛i heard if you suck up enough helium, your voice starts to sound really squeaky… wanna go buy some balloons?❜

❛can you cook bacon with a hair straightener? asking for a friend.❜

❛yes, i did beat him up and i will not apologize.❜

❛complaining helps the situation, like, not at all.❜

❛sooooo, i kind of adopted a puppy.❜

#rp meme #rp starter #sentence starters #ask meme

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My muse is alone at the bar, draining already a second glass of some drink. Send “Rough night?” to catch my muses attention.

#reblog #open starter #acelin #open to mutuals

seu-mulivai

distant shores

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seu-mulivai:

A wave of gratitude washed over her, and she gladly reveled in that moment. “Thank you,“ she breathed, slowly rising to her feet. Her measured movements staved off any more pain than necessary for the moment. Carefully, Seu took the waterskin in hand. “Strange… but if there’s water in it, I’m heaps grateful.” She took a moment to open it, having never encountered a liquid vessel as this, and (once opened) then she promptly guzzled down every last drop.

Once emptied, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, extending the other out to give back his waterskin. “I’m Seu Mulivai,” she offered, a small, bemused grin forming, “and I… honestly don’t have the slightest as to how I got here. You lost too?”

“Acelin Dr-” Acelin started, but stopped himself. Even if he didn’t know exactly where he was, the name Drake was known by too many, and not entirely favorably. “Acelin’s the name.”

He cleared his throat. “And aye, you might say that I’m…” Acelin stumbled over the word ‘lost.’ For a pirate in the vast sea, that would spell certain death, “Temporarily misplaced,” he finished instead. “Acelin Dr-” Acelin started, but stopped himself. Even if he didn’t know exactly where he was, the name Drake was known by too many, and not entirely favorably. “Acelin’s the name.”

He thought back to the confusing swirl of foaming seawater and strange iridescent light that had brought him here. At the time, it’d seemed better than dying by his father’s hands, but after a week of fruitless searching for the supposedly hidden ship Archer had told him about, he was beginning to wonder if maybe this just wasn’t a slower, less bloody death he’d leaped into.

Acelin cocked his head to the side, “Say, you didn’t happen arrive by way of,” he waggled his fingers, “strange glowing whirlpool, did you?”

#rp: tal #seu-mulivai #(ooc: aceling what are you talking about?)#(ooc: he sounds crazier than normal)#(ooc: also I'm more intrigued that seu's never seen a waterskin before)#(ooc: how does she normally get fresh water?)

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