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[katja-roleplays]

closed rp with fishy-rp

@fishy-rp

It was night in the forest. Anya could barely see in the gloomy darkness, but nevertheless she walked carefully through the pitch black woods. Wolves howled far behind her, but she kept blindly picking her way through the underbrush.

That is, until she ran straight into someone.

[fishy-rp]

Sayaka quickly flew through the forest, crasing into a few leaves and tree branches. It was so dark, even with her generating a small amount of light. She had been running for what seemed like hours now, until she rammed face first into a giant being. “Hey-! S-sorry- sor- …woah.” she was taken aback at how large the centaur before her was

[katja-roleplays]

She blinked and looked down. Anya could only see a very small amount of light, and she had to squint to even make out the little fairy’s form. “H-Hello, little one… I am terribly sorry for getting in your way. I did not hurt you, did I?” The wolves howled again, closer this time, and she shivered.

[fishy-rp]

“No! no, I’m okay, honest!” she stuttered. truth be told she was a little afraid of her. Frankly, she was used to being attacked or knocked out of the way by creatures bigger than her because of her small stature. She really didn’t want to get knocked into the dark woods of the forest at this time of night. “uh…so…” there was a rustle of leaves in the nearby brush. Sayaka jumped and let out a small “eep!” before quickly rushing to the top of the centaurs head. She was a little embarassed, she was used to being a brave warrior, not some scared little lightning bug.

[katja-roleplays]

Anya smiled a little, then went to look at what had startled the fairy. She brushed the leaves aside to reveal a small songbird. It looked up at them, and then flew off. Anya smiled wider. “I do believe that little songbird will not bother you again.”

[fishy-rp]

“Yeah…well…it’d better not mess with me!!” she said, watching the bird float away. She had about had it with these woods. She couldn’t find her way home, the mission had been a total bust.

[katja-roleplays]

Anya sighed and scratched her neck. “So, little one, are you headed somewhere? Can I help you in any way?”

[fishy-rp]

"I...uh..." the little fairy was at a loss for words. The centaur seemed like a sweetheart, But her home was kind of a secret. They weren't supposed to really talk about it, you know? Fairies existed, but people had killed them and demanded wishes for centuries; it wouldn't hurt to be cautious.

"Nowhere!! Just, out for a moonlit flight you know? I was looking for my...my uh... my sword!! I dropped it."

It wasn't a total lie.

She had dropped her sword in fear of the smaller villainous creatures in the forest. Some knight she was.

[fishy-rp]

Closed RP with immortal-roleplays

@immortal-roleplays Jack hung behind the abandoned building and leaned against the wall, rapping his foot impatiently against the cracked grey pavement, soaking wet and hopefully washed free of blood. “Where the hell is he…Will was supposed to be here an hour ago.” He took a look at the bustling streets, smoggy with the similar pavement grey on the rainy April afternoon. He’d forgotten his umbrella. Then again, when going out on your job to kill a corporate boss, you didn’t think you would exactly need an umbrella. At least the pay was good. “If he doesn’t show up in the next 5 minutes I’ll hafta sock his sorry ass for leavin’ me in the rain.” he muttered to himself aggressively, tugging on the sleeves of his black button up. The white vest was a poor decision in hindsight. He was always messy with this sort of thing.

[immortal-roleplays]

“Hey!” A voice bleated from… out of virtually nowhere..? Strange. “Hey!” Again, female, and more obviously from above. A smallish girl sat on the sill of a smashed window about five or so feet above him, perched much too like a cat. “The hell are you doing in the rain?? You’re soaked! and not even in a sexy way!” She called down at him, welp so much for the abandoned part.

[fishy-rp]

Jack whirled around in surprise, holding a hand up to shield his eyes from the rain. “The hell you doin’ on a smashed window?” he yelled back, narrowing his eyes. How did she get in there? He shrugged off the comment and slumped against the wall again, keeping a close eye out for the car. He was about to keep on walking till he remembered- The only thing in there, other than the girl was the body. His eyes widened in fear before turning up and yelling back “Hey, get down from there, unless you wanna fall from there and bust in your skull.” God the last thing he wanted to sound like was an annoying parent, but he needed to make sure they he stayed there until Will came to make sure the job was done to the “ required standards.”

[immortal-roleplays]

“you should get somewhere not pouring unless you want nipples hard enough to cut up something” she yelled back “besides, I already got a metal leg whats the worst that could happen??” She stuck her leg up to what he could now semi see was a bronzish copper color “Actually now that i think about it i dont need anymore rust on this thing, i should go back in” The girl announced this to herself but it was audible for Jack to here her just before she rolled back in a type of summersault thing and out of his site.

[fishy-rp]

“I’m not freezin’ my- hey!” He shouted upward at the girl rolling back into the window. Sighing in frustration, Jack jogged over to the entrance he had used before, opening the door and shutting it tightly behind him. He had to make sure she didn’t see the body. “What kinda accident did she have to be in to get a metal leg?” he pondered to himself, hiking up the decrepit wooden stairs. Wasn’t she in the fifth floor? it didn’t help that his socks were cold, God what a day.

[immortal-roleplays]

The sound of the rotting stairs creaking under his weight filled the quiet desolate building, far too loud for comfort but they still proved mostly sturdy. It was rather dark, the only dim light coming from the dirty cracked windows. Nonetheless he eventually found her, not too far from where he hid the body, and taking zero notice to him

[fishy-rp]

Jack tore up the stairs and gazed directly at the girl, trying to avoid staring at the clump of dirty (maybe bloody) pile of fabric topped with some wooden bars that used to support the building. “You. Get out.” He barked angrily, throwing his thumb behind him at the stairs, signaling her to get away from his badly covered up crime scene.

[immortal-roleplays]

She snorted, crossing her arms and looking mildly offended “as if! I am /not/ going back to sleeping under that nasty fuckin-” of course she inevitably noticed the bloody lump underneath the fabric “the fuck is that?” The short girl questioned, uncrossing an arm to point in the corpses direction

[fishy-rp]

“None of your fuckin’ business, brat.” he stuck his hand deep in his pocket, trying to find the small switchblade he had used on the corpse. “I don’t care if you stay in this place, but don’t you dare tell anyone about that. Got it.” It was more of a command rather than a question. 

[immortal-roleplays]

She crossed her arms “so it is a body” the short girl hummed, nudging the lump slightly with her foot with a small grimace. The tarps she’d been using as blankets now soiled with the blood of some dead guys corpse. “yeah sure thing, not like i exactly have anyone to tell” her voice was nonchalant as she pulled her eyes away “youre the first person ive spoken to in ages, my lips are sealed man”

[fishy-rp]

"...okay. Fine." He lowered the blade back into his poket and absentmindedly kicked the corpse.

"For chrissake, get out there some instead of hanging out in creepy abandoned warehouses. What are ya anyway, some kinda lonely widow?" His voice was incredibly snarky, as he looked around the spooky looking hideaway. He turned away and mumbled under his breath "Why is it always orphans that live in the weird places..."

[katja-roleplays]

closed rp with fishy-rp

@fishy-rp

It was night in the forest. Anya could barely see in the gloomy darkness, but nevertheless she walked carefully through the pitch black woods. Wolves howled far behind her, but she kept blindly picking her way through the underbrush.

That is, until she ran straight into someone.

[fishy-rp]

Sayaka quickly flew through the forest, crasing into a few leaves and tree branches. It was so dark, even with her generating a small amount of light. She had been running for what seemed like hours now, until she rammed face first into a giant being. “Hey-! S-sorry- sor- …woah.” she was taken aback at how large the centaur before her was

[katja-roleplays]

She blinked and looked down. Anya could only see a very small amount of light, and she had to squint to even make out the little fairy’s form. “H-Hello, little one… I am terribly sorry for getting in your way. I did not hurt you, did I?” The wolves howled again, closer this time, and she shivered.

[fishy-rp]

“No! no, I’m okay, honest!” she stuttered. truth be told she was a little afraid of her. Frankly, she was used to being attacked or knocked out of the way by creatures bigger than her because of her small stature. She really didn’t want to get knocked into the dark woods of the forest at this time of night. “uh…so…” there was a rustle of leaves in the nearby brush. Sayaka jumped and let out a small “eep!” before quickly rushing to the top of the centaurs head. She was a little embarassed, she was used to being a brave warrior, not some scared little lightning bug.

[katja-roleplays]

Anya smiled a little, then went to look at what had startled the fairy. She brushed the leaves aside to reveal a small songbird. It looked up at them, and then flew off. Anya smiled wider. “I do believe that little songbird will not bother you again.”

[fishy-rp]

“Yeah...well...it’d better not mess with me!!” she said, watching the bird float away. She had about had it with these woods. She couldn’t find her way home, the mission had been a total bust.

[katja-roleplays]

closed rp with fishy-rp

@fishy-rp

It was night in the forest. Anya could barely see in the gloomy darkness, but nevertheless she walked carefully through the pitch black woods. Wolves howled far behind her, but she kept blindly picking her way through the underbrush.

That is, until she ran straight into someone.

[fishy-rp]

Sayaka quickly flew through the forest, crasing into a few leaves and tree branches. It was so dark, even with her generating a small amount of light. She had been running for what seemed like hours now, until she rammed face first into a giant being. “Hey-! S-sorry- sor- …woah.” she was taken aback at how large the centaur before her was

[katja-roleplays]

She blinked and looked down. Anya could only see a very small amount of light, and she had to squint to even make out the little fairy’s form. “H-Hello, little one… I am terribly sorry for getting in your way. I did not hurt you, did I?” The wolves howled again, closer this time, and she shivered.

[fishy-rp]

"No! no, I'm okay, honest!" she stuttered. truth be told she was a little afraid of her. Frankly, she was used to being attacked or knocked out of the way by creatures bigger than her because of her small stature. She really didn't want to get knocked into the dark woods of the forest at this time of night. "uh...so..." there was a rustle of leaves in the nearby brush. Sayaka jumped and let out a small "eep!" before quickly rushing to the top of the centaurs head. She was a little embarassed, she was used to being a brave warrior, not some scared little lightning bug.

[katja-roleplays]

closed rp with fishy-rp

@fishy-rp

It was night in the forest. Anya could barely see in the gloomy darkness, but nevertheless she walked carefully through the pitch black woods. Wolves howled far behind her, but she kept blindly picking her way through the underbrush.

That is, until she ran straight into someone.

[fishy-rp]

Sayaka quickly flew through the forest, crasing into a few leaves and tree branches. It was so dark, even with her generating a small amount of light. She had been running for what seemed like hours now, until she rammed face first into a giant being. "Hey-! S-sorry- sor- ...woah." she was taken aback at how large the centaur before her was

[fishy-rp]

Closed RP with immortal-roleplays

@immortal-roleplays Jack hung behind the abandoned building and leaned against the wall, rapping his foot impatiently against the cracked grey pavement, soaking wet and hopefully washed free of blood. “Where the hell is he…Will was supposed to be here an hour ago.” He took a look at the bustling streets, smoggy with the similar pavement grey on the rainy April afternoon. He’d forgotten his umbrella. Then again, when going out on your job to kill a corporate boss, you didn’t think you would exactly need an umbrella. At least the pay was good. “If he doesn’t show up in the next 5 minutes I’ll hafta sock his sorry ass for leavin’ me in the rain.” he muttered to himself aggressively, tugging on the sleeves of his black button up. The white vest was a poor decision in hindsight. He was always messy with this sort of thing.

[immortal-roleplays]

“Hey!” A voice bleated from… out of virtually nowhere..? Strange. “Hey!” Again, female, and more obviously from above. A smallish girl sat on the sill of a smashed window about five or so feet above him, perched much too like a cat. “The hell are you doing in the rain?? You’re soaked! and not even in a sexy way!” She called down at him, welp so much for the abandoned part.

[fishy-rp]

Jack whirled around in surprise, holding a hand up to shield his eyes from the rain. “The hell you doin’ on a smashed window?” he yelled back, narrowing his eyes. How did she get in there? He shrugged off the comment and slumped against the wall again, keeping a close eye out for the car. He was about to keep on walking till he remembered- The only thing in there, other than the girl was the body. His eyes widened in fear before turning up and yelling back “Hey, get down from there, unless you wanna fall from there and bust in your skull.” God the last thing he wanted to sound like was an annoying parent, but he needed to make sure they he stayed there until Will came to make sure the job was done to the “ required standards.”

[immortal-roleplays]

“you should get somewhere not pouring unless you want nipples hard enough to cut up something” she yelled back “besides, I already got a metal leg whats the worst that could happen??” She stuck her leg up to what he could now semi see was a bronzish copper color “Actually now that i think about it i dont need anymore rust on this thing, i should go back in” The girl announced this to herself but it was audible for Jack to here her just before she rolled back in a type of summersault thing and out of his site.

[fishy-rp]

“I’m not freezin’ my- hey!” He shouted upward at the girl rolling back into the window. Sighing in frustration, Jack jogged over to the entrance he had used before, opening the door and shutting it tightly behind him. He had to make sure she didn’t see the body. “What kinda accident did she have to be in to get a metal leg?” he pondered to himself, hiking up the decrepit wooden stairs. Wasn’t she in the fifth floor? it didn’t help that his socks were cold, God what a day.

[immortal-roleplays]

The sound of the rotting stairs creaking under his weight filled the quiet desolate building, far too loud for comfort but they still proved mostly sturdy. It was rather dark, the only dim light coming from the dirty cracked windows. Nonetheless he eventually found her, not too far from where he hid the body, and taking zero notice to him

[fishy-rp]

Jack tore up the stairs and gazed directly at the girl, trying to avoid staring at the clump of dirty (maybe bloody) pile of fabric topped with some wooden bars that used to support the building. “You. Get out.” He barked angrily, throwing his thumb behind him at the stairs, signaling her to get away from his badly covered up crime scene.

[immortal-roleplays]

She snorted, crossing her arms and looking mildly offended “as if! I am /not/ going back to sleeping under that nasty fuckin-” of course she inevitably noticed the bloody lump underneath the fabric “the fuck is that?” The short girl questioned, uncrossing an arm to point in the corpses direction

[fishy-rp]

“None of your fuckin’ business, brat.” he stuck his hand deep in his pocket, trying to find the small switchblade he had used on the corpse. “I don’t care if you stay in this place, but don’t you dare tell anyone about that. Got it.” It was more of a command rather than a question. 

[fishy-rp]

closed rp with katja-roleplays

@katja-roleplays

Prescott stood straight up in the moonlit veiled street his large wings casting dark shadows onto the cobblestone pavement. His hand rested calmly on the scabbard of his sword, eyes focused more on the stars and moon than his supposed “job” of patrolling the empty marketplace. The only noise was the quiet chirping of crickets and frogs in a nearby pond, and the unnatural cracking of a stick breaking over yonder. His attention snapped away from the navy sheet of sky to the potential threat.

“Who’s there? If you’re not here to simply return home, I ask that you leave immediately, otherwise I will have to use violence.” He brandished the silver rapier in it’s direction, wings fluttering outward to make him appear larger.

[katja-roleplays]

“… I believe that you are rushing into this. Is there no time for simple negotiation?” The albino girl said quietly, moving into the moonlight so she could be seen. Lia had not been planning on encountering anyone tonight, but it seemed that she was not in luck tonight.

[fishy-rp]

Prescott slightly lowered his sword, folding his wings gently against his back, still prepared to fight if need be. “My apologies, it’s my job to watch this area at night, and prevent anything bad from happening.” He bowed slightly in a gesture of apology. He smiled warmly, trying to ease the tension. “But in all honesty, is something troubling you? It’s not the safest, especially in this part of the city at an absurdly late hour such as this.” The snowy haired girl couldn’t have been older than sixteen at most.

[katja-roleplays]

She frowned a little, and turned away, her violet eyes now scanning the individual stones that made up the street. Snow began to fall around them, though she did not notice. “I… I’m lost. I wouldn’t have come into the city otherwise.”

[fishy-rp]

He jumped a little in surprise at the flurry of snow kicking up. He looked back at her, fully sheathing the sword. “Where are you supposed to be? I could help you.” He said, after threatening to hit her with his sword, he felt obligated to help.

[katja-roleplays]

Lia fiddled with the ends of her scarf, still not looking at him. “I need to get back home. I just have no idea where I am, and I don’t think you’d have heard of the area I come from.”

[fishy-rp]

Confusion graced his face. “You’re…not sure where your at? You’re in Creatia’s marketplace, Cobbler’s Way, or…are you not from here?” he asked, crossing his arms and furrowing his brows. If he couldn’t find her home, he could always take her to his sister, meeting up at a tavern or something to warm up from the snow, despite it being summer. “Where are you from? Camelot? Audrissia? you don’t have wings…or any monstrous appendages, so that knocks out the Underworld and Skyworld.”

[katja-roleplays]

She shook her head and finally turned back around to face him. “Nyet, I’m not from here. This place is completely foreign to me.” Then suddenly her pale face gained a look of confusion. “And I’ve never heard of such places. I think I might be a very long way from home…” She trailed off as the snow started falling at an ever-increasing speed.

[fishy-rp]

“Oh…dear. that’s…that’s quite a problem.” He said, looking at the ever increasing snow. “D-don’t panic, I don’t deny your far away from your home, but would you mind telling me where it is? Or how you got here?” He was trying to ease the snow, since it seemed to be tied to this girls predicament. Was she a mage? or a witch? “Let’s move from the street, there’s a bench over there, would you like to sit down?”

[katja-roleplays]

“Da, that would be nice…” Suddenly she noticed that snow was started to pile up on the ground, and she sighed. “I’m sorry, this is my fault.” Lia waved her hand and it ceased snowing. However, there was nothing she could do about the snow already there. “Now, you were wanting to know where I am from. Do you know of a nation called Armadia?”

[fishy-rp]

“No no…it’s no worry! and…Armadia? is it anywhere near the Audrissian border?” he queried, waving his hand to follow to the snowcovered bench. He tried to move as much off it as possible, unfortunately soaking his sleeves and gloves. “Ah..darn.”

[katja-roleplays]

“I have never heard of this Audrissia. As far as I know, my nation is the only one in the world. Of course, I am most likely incorrect, considering that I am now here and you are listing off nations I have never heard of.” She cleared the rest of the snow off the bench and sat down. “I am sorry about the snow. It is something I have little control over.”

[fishy-rp]

“No, it’s no trouble. honest.” He said, rolling up his soaked sleeves. “Whats Armadia like?? maybe we can pinpoint it to a specific location and get you back” he suggested.

[fishy-rp]

closed rp with katja-roleplays

@katja-roleplays

Prescott stood straight up in the moonlit veiled street his large wings casting dark shadows onto the cobblestone pavement. His hand rested calmly on the scabbard of his sword, eyes focused more on the stars and moon than his supposed “job” of patrolling the empty marketplace. The only noise was the quiet chirping of crickets and frogs in a nearby pond, and the unnatural cracking of a stick breaking over yonder. His attention snapped away from the navy sheet of sky to the potential threat.

“Who’s there? If you’re not here to simply return home, I ask that you leave immediately, otherwise I will have to use violence.” He brandished the silver rapier in it’s direction, wings fluttering outward to make him appear larger.

[katja-roleplays]

“… I believe that you are rushing into this. Is there no time for simple negotiation?” The albino girl said quietly, moving into the moonlight so she could be seen. Lia had not been planning on encountering anyone tonight, but it seemed that she was not in luck tonight.

[fishy-rp]

Prescott slightly lowered his sword, folding his wings gently against his back, still prepared to fight if need be. “My apologies, it’s my job to watch this area at night, and prevent anything bad from happening.” He bowed slightly in a gesture of apology. He smiled warmly, trying to ease the tension. “But in all honesty, is something troubling you? It’s not the safest, especially in this part of the city at an absurdly late hour such as this.” The snowy haired girl couldn’t have been older than sixteen at most.

[katja-roleplays]

She frowned a little, and turned away, her violet eyes now scanning the individual stones that made up the street. Snow began to fall around them, though she did not notice. “I… I’m lost. I wouldn’t have come into the city otherwise.”

[fishy-rp]

He jumped a little in surprise at the flurry of snow kicking up. He looked back at her, fully sheathing the sword. “Where are you supposed to be? I could help you.” He said, after threatening to hit her with his sword, he felt obligated to help.

[katja-roleplays]

Lia fiddled with the ends of her scarf, still not looking at him. “I need to get back home. I just have no idea where I am, and I don’t think you’d have heard of the area I come from.”

[fishy-rp]

Confusion graced his face. “You’re…not sure where your at? You’re in Creatia’s marketplace, Cobbler’s Way, or…are you not from here?” he asked, crossing his arms and furrowing his brows. If he couldn’t find her home, he could always take her to his sister, meeting up at a tavern or something to warm up from the snow, despite it being summer. “Where are you from? Camelot? Audrissia? you don’t have wings…or any monstrous appendages, so that knocks out the Underworld and Skyworld.”

[katja-roleplays]

She shook her head and finally turned back around to face him. “Nyet, I’m not from here. This place is completely foreign to me.” Then suddenly her pale face gained a look of confusion. “And I’ve never heard of such places. I think I might be a very long way from home…” She trailed off as the snow started falling at an ever-increasing speed.

[fishy-rp]

“Oh…dear. that’s…that’s quite a problem.” He said, looking at the ever increasing snow. “D-don’t panic, I don’t deny your far away from your home, but would you mind telling me where it is? Or how you got here?” He was trying to ease the snow, since it seemed to be tied to this girls predicament. Was she a mage? or a witch? “Let’s move from the street, there’s a bench over there, would you like to sit down?”

[katja-roleplays]

“Da, that would be nice…” Suddenly she noticed that snow was started to pile up on the ground, and she sighed. “I’m sorry, this is my fault.” Lia waved her hand and it ceased snowing. However, there was nothing she could do about the snow already there. “Now, you were wanting to know where I am from. Do you know of a nation called Armadia?”

[fishy-rp]

"No no...it's no worry! and...Armadia? is it anywhere near the Audrissian border?" he queried, waving his hand to follow to the snowcovered bench. He tried to move as much off it as possible, unfortunately soaking his sleeves and gloves. "Ah..darn."

[fishy-rp]

Closed RP with immortal-roleplays

@immortal-roleplays Jack hung behind the abandoned building and leaned against the wall, rapping his foot impatiently against the cracked grey pavement, soaking wet and hopefully washed free of blood. "Where the hell is he...Will was supposed to be here an hour ago." He took a look at the bustling streets, smoggy with the similar pavement grey on the rainy April afternoon. He'd forgotten his umbrella. Then again, when going out on your job to kill a corporate boss, you didn't think you would exactly need an umbrella. At least the pay was good. "If he doesn't show up in the next 5 minutes I'll hafta sock his sorry ass for leavin' me in the rain." he muttered to himself aggressively, tugging on the sleeves of his black button up. The white vest was a poor decision in hindsight. He was always messy with this sort of thing.

[fishy-rp]

closed rp with katja-roleplays

@katja-roleplays

Prescott stood straight up in the moonlit veiled street his large wings casting dark shadows onto the cobblestone pavement. His hand rested calmly on the scabbard of his sword, eyes focused more on the stars and moon than his supposed “job” of patrolling the empty marketplace. The only noise was the quiet chirping of crickets and frogs in a nearby pond, and the unnatural cracking of a stick breaking over yonder. His attention snapped away from the navy sheet of sky to the potential threat.

“Who’s there? If you’re not here to simply return home, I ask that you leave immediately, otherwise I will have to use violence.” He brandished the silver rapier in it’s direction, wings fluttering outward to make him appear larger.

[katja-roleplays]

“… I believe that you are rushing into this. Is there no time for simple negotiation?” The albino girl said quietly, moving into the moonlight so she could be seen. Lia had not been planning on encountering anyone tonight, but it seemed that she was not in luck tonight.

[fishy-rp]

Prescott slightly lowered his sword, folding his wings gently against his back, still prepared to fight if need be. “My apologies, it’s my job to watch this area at night, and prevent anything bad from happening.” He bowed slightly in a gesture of apology. He smiled warmly, trying to ease the tension. “But in all honesty, is something troubling you? It’s not the safest, especially in this part of the city at an absurdly late hour such as this.” The snowy haired girl couldn’t have been older than sixteen at most.

[katja-roleplays]

She frowned a little, and turned away, her violet eyes now scanning the individual stones that made up the street. Snow began to fall around them, though she did not notice. “I… I’m lost. I wouldn’t have come into the city otherwise.”

[fishy-rp]

He jumped a little in surprise at the flurry of snow kicking up. He looked back at her, fully sheathing the sword. “Where are you supposed to be? I could help you.” He said, after threatening to hit her with his sword, he felt obligated to help.

[katja-roleplays]

Lia fiddled with the ends of her scarf, still not looking at him. “I need to get back home. I just have no idea where I am, and I don’t think you’d have heard of the area I come from.”

[fishy-rp]

Confusion graced his face. “You’re…not sure where your at? You’re in Creatia’s marketplace, Cobbler’s Way, or…are you not from here?” he asked, crossing his arms and furrowing his brows. If he couldn’t find her home, he could always take her to his sister, meeting up at a tavern or something to warm up from the snow, despite it being summer. “Where are you from? Camelot? Audrissia? you don’t have wings…or any monstrous appendages, so that knocks out the Underworld and Skyworld.”

[katja-roleplays]

She shook her head and finally turned back around to face him. “Nyet, I’m not from here. This place is completely foreign to me.” Then suddenly her pale face gained a look of confusion. “And I’ve never heard of such places. I think I might be a very long way from home…” She trailed off as the snow started falling at an ever-increasing speed.

[fishy-rp]

"Oh...dear. that's...that's quite a problem." He said, looking at the ever increasing snow. "D-don't panic, I don't deny your far away from your home, but would you mind telling me where it is? Or how you got here?" He was trying to ease the snow, since it seemed to be tied to this girls predicament. Was she a mage? or a witch? "Let's move from the street, there's a bench over there, would you like to sit down?"

[fishy-rp]

closed rp with katja-roleplays

@katja-roleplays

Prescott stood straight up in the moonlit veiled street his large wings casting dark shadows onto the cobblestone pavement. His hand rested calmly on the scabbard of his sword, eyes focused more on the stars and moon than his supposed “job” of patrolling the empty marketplace. The only noise was the quiet chirping of crickets and frogs in a nearby pond, and the unnatural cracking of a stick breaking over yonder. His attention snapped away from the navy sheet of sky to the potential threat.

“Who’s there? If you’re not here to simply return home, I ask that you leave immediately, otherwise I will have to use violence.” He brandished the silver rapier in it’s direction, wings fluttering outward to make him appear larger.

[katja-roleplays]

“… I believe that you are rushing into this. Is there no time for simple negotiation?” The albino girl said quietly, moving into the moonlight so she could be seen. Lia had not been planning on encountering anyone tonight, but it seemed that she was not in luck tonight.

[fishy-rp]

Prescott slightly lowered his sword, folding his wings gently against his back, still prepared to fight if need be. “My apologies, it’s my job to watch this area at night, and prevent anything bad from happening.” He bowed slightly in a gesture of apology. He smiled warmly, trying to ease the tension. “But in all honesty, is something troubling you? It’s not the safest, especially in this part of the city at an absurdly late hour such as this.” The snowy haired girl couldn’t have been older than sixteen at most.

[katja-roleplays]

She frowned a little, and turned away, her violet eyes now scanning the individual stones that made up the street. Snow began to fall around them, though she did not notice. “I… I’m lost. I wouldn’t have come into the city otherwise.”

[fishy-rp]

He jumped a little in surprise at the flurry of snow kicking up. He looked back at her, fully sheathing the sword. “Where are you supposed to be? I could help you.” He said, after threatening to hit her with his sword, he felt obligated to help.

[katja-roleplays]

Lia fiddled with the ends of her scarf, still not looking at him. “I need to get back home. I just have no idea where I am, and I don’t think you’d have heard of the area I come from.”

[fishy-rp]

Confusion graced his face. "You're...not sure where your at? You're in Creatia's marketplace, Cobbler's Way, or...are you not from here?" he asked, crossing his arms and furrowing his brows. If he couldn't find her home, he could always take her to his sister, meeting up at a tavern or something to warm up from the snow, despite it being summer. "Where are you from? Camelot? Audrissia? you don't have wings...or any monstrous appendages, so that knocks out the Underworld and Skyworld."

[fishy-rp]

closed rp with katja-roleplays

@katja-roleplays

Prescott stood straight up in the moonlit veiled street his large wings casting dark shadows onto the cobblestone pavement. His hand rested calmly on the scabbard of his sword, eyes focused more on the stars and moon than his supposed “job” of patrolling the empty marketplace. The only noise was the quiet chirping of crickets and frogs in a nearby pond, and the unnatural cracking of a stick breaking over yonder. His attention snapped away from the navy sheet of sky to the potential threat.

“Who’s there? If you’re not here to simply return home, I ask that you leave immediately, otherwise I will have to use violence.” He brandished the silver rapier in it’s direction, wings fluttering outward to make him appear larger.

[katja-roleplays]

“… I believe that you are rushing into this. Is there no time for simple negotiation?” The albino girl said quietly, moving into the moonlight so she could be seen. Lia had not been planning on encountering anyone tonight, but it seemed that she was not in luck tonight.

[fishy-rp]

Prescott slightly lowered his sword, folding his wings gently against his back, still prepared to fight if need be. “My apologies, it’s my job to watch this area at night, and prevent anything bad from happening.” He bowed slightly in a gesture of apology. He smiled warmly, trying to ease the tension. “But in all honesty, is something troubling you? It’s not the safest, especially in this part of the city at an absurdly late hour such as this.” The snowy haired girl couldn’t have been older than sixteen at most.

[katja-roleplays]

She frowned a little, and turned away, her violet eyes now scanning the individual stones that made up the street. Snow began to fall around them, though she did not notice. “I… I’m lost. I wouldn’t have come into the city otherwise.”

[fishy-rp]

He jumped a little in surprise at the flurry of snow kicking up. He looked back at her, fully sheathing the sword. “Where are you supposed to be? I could help you.” He said, after threatening to hit her with his sword, he felt obligated to help.

[fishy-rp]

closed rp with katja-roleplays

@katja-roleplays

Prescott stood straight up in the moonlit veiled street his large wings casting dark shadows onto the cobblestone pavement. His hand rested calmly on the scabbard of his sword, eyes focused more on the stars and moon than his supposed “job” of patrolling the empty marketplace. The only noise was the quiet chirping of crickets and frogs in a nearby pond, and the unnatural cracking of a stick breaking over yonder. His attention snapped away from the navy sheet of sky to the potential threat.

“Who’s there? If you’re not here to simply return home, I ask that you leave immediately, otherwise I will have to use violence.” He brandished the silver rapier in it’s direction, wings fluttering outward to make him appear larger.

[katja-roleplays]

“… I believe that you are rushing into this. Is there no time for simple negotiation?” The albino girl said quietly, moving into the moonlight so she could be seen. Lia had not been planning on encountering anyone tonight, but it seemed that she was not in luck tonight.

[fishy-rp]

Prescott slightly lowered his sword, folding his wings gently against his back, still prepared to fight if need be. "My apologies, it's my job to watch this area at night, and prevent anything bad from happening." He bowed slightly in a gesture of apology. He smiled warmly, trying to ease the tension. "But in all honesty, is something troubling you? It's not the safest, especially in this part of the city at an absurdly late hour such as this." The snowy haired girl couldn't have been older than sixteen at most.

[fishy-rp]

closed rp with katja-roleplays

@katja-roleplays

Prescott stood straight up in the moonlit veiled street his large wings casting dark shadows onto the cobblestone pavement. His hand rested calmly on the scabbard of his sword, eyes focused more on the stars and moon than his supposed “job” of patrolling the empty marketplace. The only noise was the quiet chirping of crickets and frogs in a nearby pond, and the unnatural cracking of a stick breaking over yonder. His attention snapped away from the navy sheet of sky to the potential threat.

“Who’s there? If you’re not here to simply return home, I ask that you leave immediately, otherwise I will have to use violence.” He brandished the silver rapier in it’s direction, wings fluttering outward to make him appear larger.

[rppanda]

First Time Interaction Starter Pack

“Excuse me? May i talk to you?” “I’m lost.. Can you help me?” “Oh my god, are you okay?!” “Stop them! They stole my ____!” “Welcome to ____, please enjoy your stay!” “So.. I guess we’re stuck in here, huh?” “Why isn’t the elevator moving?” “Am i really meeting you?!” “Yeah, it’s me.” “That was a pretty hard fall, do you need help?” “Thank you for helping me..” “It’s really dark and i don’t feel comfortable letting you walk home alone. May i help?” “Hey, um, it’s dark, so.. Could you walk me home?” “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” “What the hell was that for?!” “Why are you following me?!” “I’m drowning-!” “I-I don’t like roller coasters too much, could i ride next to you?” “I think someone’s following me!” “I saw you on TV yesterday!” “I have nowhere to go.” “Were they saying things about you?” “Did they do this to you?” “Let me help you.” “Would you like to try one?” “Why should i hire you?” “Stay here, I’ll go look.”

If you’re indecisive, use This Generator to find your answers! There are 27 phrases.

[fishy-rp]

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