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STORY QUEST 1: GO!

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Word Count: 253.

&& the atmosphere motions at a rapid pace, impulse waltzing with UNCERTAINTY. Constant whirls generate enough nausea to make the faint of heart position to retch relentlessly. A sudden, ALMOST inaudible gasp slips, digits interlocking with masculine ones to serve as guidance – this was now a two-on-two mission ( how delightful ). The detachment idea was still to be judged as an approachable or deniable one – alas, it was too late to verbalize one’s own opinion.

Rapid, nonrhythmic taps into the grassy earth within hurried, panting sprints ; eardrums heed the fellow member’s direction. Freed digits dig into the inventory embedded in her pouch, retrieving the alluring biscuit to be ejected as a weapon. Right arm draws back, a projectile toss – this is incessant, for five spacious ( RANDOM ) launches. Ah, it is still transfixing, the situation alone ; however, the APPARENT observation of the teen’s quick-depleting energy is an ALARMING one – it prompts digits to keep a tighter hold ( WE WILL HELP YOU, FRIEND ). An eerie aura, resonance, closes in, desiring to CHOKE it’s victim(s), gathering attention. Sight can only behold it’s rightful owner of the invading utterance, ( … this is it? ). “Wilder Wolf.” Revelation that is spoken in hushed tones, cranium tilting with ( ARTIFICIAL? ) confidence.

“Ah, I guess you’re in time for the tea party, chiot, very well. If this is the formidable foe, we shan’t disappoint.” Assisted with a twirl of the whip, sharpened aquamarines question the newfound credence that sinks through the frame. It’s DO or DIE. Death is nobody’s outright intention, not today.

{WORDS: 305}

Suddenly, everything begins to move very quickly. Things are now urgent and thrilling, and well, Greg barely gets to experience it. The guild members are constantly keeping him out of the action, despite his position as guild leader. The guild is named Greg’s Guild for a reason! He’s supposed to be leading his friends to victory. Instead, though, he’s considered too young to be taking on danger yet and is placed in the sidelines. This time, Isaac picks him up as they run from the pack of Wilder Wolves behind them.

There’s no doubt that they’re close to Holly Town, and in fact, as they run further, the group may be able to spot it on the horizon. Running that far isn’t a good option though, as much as it would be favorable. Greg is put down by Isaac and the first thing he does is look around and try to figure out a plan. Really any plan, any plan at all, would be useful right now. He reaches back into his pants, looking for more dog treats, but to his disappointment finds none. Why did he use all of them in one throw? What kind of leader is reckless like that! He really needs to step up his game.

It looks as if the others are all preparing for a fight against these wolves, and Greg is going to have to improvise. The beasts are closing in on them, but the young knight quickly creates a plan! He runs over to the old merchant and motions for him to walk faster. “Come on, mister! We have to get moving. Go go go!” He shouts, pointing forward. He’ll start leading the merchant towards the town ahead of the others, while they deal with the fighting business. This man has to get to Holly Town safely!

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im trusting you with this one, buddy || lila & gregory

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dxmonism:

Lila smiled softly, petting the boys head as she responded to him, “Yes… It’s an adult thing. Probably. Maybe. No, it’s not. I just heckied up. Big time.” She wanted to escape from that embarrassment, but it wouldn’t do to lie to him about it to get rid of her utter shame.

She looked at him, noticing that he had a frog. That was cute. She had wanted a pet in Koi, but wasn’t sure how to go about talking to Jess about it. So she stayed silent.

When asked if the burrito loved her, she shook her head, opening her mouth to explain to him what he meant, before she was cut off by his warning about someone coming to the bathroom.

That would be big trouble.

Hurriedly, she grabbed her stuff and went into the stall she was being escorted oh so nicely to by the small boy, and shut it, standing on the seat to keep her pink sneakers out of eyes view. She was just small enough for her head to not be seen from above, which was sad considering she was twenty-two.

But it saved her in this situation, she supposed. Keeping quiet, she waited for a signal from the small boy with the frog that it was safe to get out. She hoped she still had an appetite when the boys who had just came in would leave.

You know, if Lila wants to be hooked up with a nice pet frog, I’m sure Greg could easily find one for her. If she asks nicely, of course. Frogs are... interesting to take care of, but it should be fine. This six year old will tell you everything you need to know about taking care of a pet.

This was no time to talk about pets, though, because if the girl gets caught in the men’s bathroom it’ll create some problems! Hopefully this hiding spot was good enough, and whoever was coming would leave quickly. As Lila hid in the directed stall, Greg stood in front of it, leaning against it casually. Of course, it didn’t look very casual, and actually looked suspicious. You know, like in movies where they say “act natural” and no one actually looks natural.

An adult man enters the bathroom, glances at the boy, then proceeds to go on about his business. Gregory watches the man carefully, making sure no suspicion was detected. The stranger went to wash his hands, and looked again at the boy. He was simply questioning why the child had a big pet frog here in the bathroom, but didn’t say anything.

“Nothing to see here,” Greg insists, nodding and shooing the man away. “There’s no one hiding in this stall! Pshh, that’s a crazy idea, sir. Move along.”

The adult, significantly weirded out by the boy, leaves the bathroom and Greg immediately knocks on the stall. “Miss, you can get out now! The coast is clear. Phew, that was a close one, huh Jason Funderburker?”

#dxmonism #thread o7

armorfile:

◖ ❝Your fearlessness is admirable- I’ll give you that.❞

❝Very well… If you can lift one of the tables around here I’ll arm wrestle you, er, despite the fact that my forearm is larger than your entire arm. ❞ ◗

“Pshh! I can do that. Just watch this.” Greg walks over to a table and stares at it, rubbing his chin. Surely he can lift this. He attempts to lift it up, unfortunately to no avail.

“It must be stuck to the floor or something.”

#armorfile #mini thread o5

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STORY QUEST 1: GO!

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rosechaiined:

Word Count: 247.

While savouring the relish of the Yakitori, inquisitive optics gaze around the atmosphere, eventually becoming enticed by the tune the adolescent conducted on the strength of optimism ; though she nor ( WHAT APPEARED TO BE ) the other two members in the guild had little to no conjecture of how the chant was sung – they still attempted to follow through with the juvenile captain. “We are going to Holly Town to protect this old man!“ && she could only supplicate that the tune isn’t repetitive in her conscience enough to carol far after this journey.

But she’s taken aback, cranium turning in the direction of the fellow Mage – his countenance radiating of TREPIDATION – followed by Isaac’s immediate injunction. A turn to the left && right, there’s SOMETHING lurking, a snarl SEETHING in the distance. Time to prove thyselves. "Had to be our scents.” a theory that was voiced ALMOST inaudibly ; recollection follows suit, a task that was completed at the request of the town’s leader – conscience STRICTLY recalls the bounty received for successful completion : 10 DOG BISCUITS, the same dog biscuits that rests peacefully in her inventory bag. “I think we can manage this. I may have something that can be of use – perhaps an item that can evade the wolves’ attention for quite some time. But, I am not sure.” Still, her clasp on the snapping whip is compact – a confident simper slowly stretching across pastel features. ( Let’s dance, dear animal. )

Annabelle de Steinfeld has chosen: CONTINUE QUEST.

{WORD COUNT: 302}

They really are an amazing crew together, these four, and their chemistry isn’t all that bad. Maybe Greg helps everyone unite and be friendly with each other; he may be the glue, in other words. In fact, the proof is right there! The other members are actually singing along with the child’s rhyming tune, and he’s very proud of that. It’s a very peaceful, calm moment, as they continue their long trip to Holly Town. Okay, it was peaceful for a bit, but apparently it’s all about to be ruined.

Freezing in his marching forward position, Greg’s face turns frightened at the sound of wolves being near. Bandits were easy, because they were big dummies! Wolves, though? They’re big and scary. They haven’t even considered the thought of a giant alpha, yet. As all of the guild analyzes their surroundings, bearing wary of sudden movements or sounds, the knight knows exactly what he has to do. Annabelle was right, the dog treats are going to help a lot! Luckily, he has a batch of them as well from completing quests on his own. This is the moment—the moment he gets to step up and be the leader they need and deserve.

Stepping forward with a sense of courage, the boy waves into the trees and calls out to the waiting beasts. “Hey, Wilder Wolf! Come out here right now, mister!” Greg yells sternly, crossing his arms like a strict parent. Surprisingly, though, a wolf slowly creeps out into the open, snarling angrily, and behind him seems to be many more.

The face of fright reappears, and in a panicking response, Gregory reaches into his pants to grab the 10 dog treats. “Dog Treat… camouflage!” He throws all of the treats in the other direction, and begins running down the path. “Runrunrunrunrun!”

#story quest 1 #chthonique #lunaplenas #rosechaiined #I DIDNT MEAN TO WRITE THIS MUCH SORRY

{ Hi everyone! I’m currently on a trip that lasts until Monday, so replies will be very very delayed. I’m gonna do my best to do as many as I can in the hotel, but they won’t all get done right away. Sorry to everyone that’s waiting! }

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STORY QUEST 1: GO!

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rosechaiined:

Word Count: 277.

The unity exhibited through the coterie brings a sense of satisfaction, STRENGTH to the Shinigami girl ; she assumes an idled stance – the realization setting in upon thyself: within being titled as the newcomer, she doesn’t hold the connection to the trio as they may have with eachother. Alas, this is not a pained ponder, but indeed a settling one – it delivered thought of it’s own, a ‘connection’ of introspection, to be said. Silent examination is indeed conducted: It appeared Stiles && Isaac shared a rather roller-coaster, spiraling bond that worked for them in emotional strides, the youngest member being quite attached to the duo. A smile stretches across thy own pastel epidermis, ATTEMPTING TO layer over agonizing cogitation. ‘Izumi, please be alright. Please be safe.’ Those words carousel in && out of conscience, squeezing at her muscles, WANTING her to drown in her own worry. Ah, she missed her beloved && determination provided the strength to return to him at once.

'Veuillez être correct, veuillez être d'accord. Je vous aime. J'aime…’

Contemplation is interrupted by the adolescent leader, encouraging the lot to feast off of the item presented. Modest digits accept with a thanks, to avoid succumbing to hunger && energy depletion. The nourishment given was foreign to the Monegasque, but was still tolerable ultimately – energy had to be restored for whatever next foe needed to be faced, perhaps the dog biscuits stored within her inventory would serve of excellent use in the near future. “We’re doing well so far, as long as we keep with assisting eachother as a team, which we seem to have no problem with, we should be able to complete this task.”

{WORD COUNT: 218}

With the guild accepting his offer of yakitori, Greg smiled proudly as they all continued on to the plains with the merchant safe and sound. Those bandits were no match for the one and only, super strong, incredible Greg’s Guild! With Super Annabelle, Style Man, and Isaac the Great, all lead by the legendary knight Sir Greg. They should be feared by all bandits now. Unfortunately for the group, though, they’re entering Wilder Wolf territory. Wolves are dangerous, you know? Not that anyone in the guild would have a clue about that.

As the moon was coming up above them and the sun went down along the horizon, Greg came up with new songs to sing as they made their way to the town.

“Oh, we’re goin’ to the Holly Town to protect this old man, I hope the sun in the sky didn’t give us all a tan! Our stomachs are rumblin’ and everybody’s mumblin’; oh we’re goin’ to the Holly Town to protect this old man! This old man! (This old man.) This old man! (This old man.) Oh we’re going to Holly Town to protect this old man!”

Amidst his singing, the small knight hardly notices the sounds of howling in the distance. Hopefully one of the others did. The wolves are near, and they’re in danger.

#chthonique #lunaplenas #rosechaiined #story quest 1

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lost boy // smallestyilessemage

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smallestyilessemage:

It seems like Greg isn’t really sure what kind of stone this is either, huh? Oh well. It doesn’t matter right now: what matters is getting the little guy to his living quarters safe and sound, soo he’ll focus on that. All in all, it is agreed, however, that the ground is no place to sleep on and it would be really hard and cold to try and do so, so that gives Ricken further impetus to keep walking a bit faster towards where he knows the tea-named living area is.

“Hah, maybe! That’d be cool!” Ricken’s completely going along with that himself because he loves animals (and also is a bit impressionable himself), so treats them the same as a really curious, interesting person in terms of respect. That aside, Greg stayed by his side as he set off, which was good - he didn’t have to worry about the other going too far ahead yet.

“Oh, I’m from a kingdom called Yilesse - but my clothes aren’t that weird, are they? All mages back home wear them!”

No, Ricken….not everyone in this realm knows about mages, but of course, the innocent boy did not realize this just yet.

Why exactly are they thinking about the type of stone they’re walking again? Huh... Well, who cares! They’re on their journey home. Soon the ground will be a floor and instead of sleeping on rocks, Greg will be sleeping on a comfortable bed. Jason Funderburker will be, too. (Of course, he has his own little frog bed.)

The idea of the frog coming from a big fancy family with talents and charm was so interesting! Greg can’t believe that he might have a pet from royal blood. How cool is that? Not everyone can say that about their small companions. What an honor to be by the Lord Jason Funderburker’s side, caring for him until the day he becomes king of The Frog Kingdom. Okay, sure, that sounds extremely ridiculous, but a little boy can dream about whatever he wants.

“Yilesse? I’ve never heard of that place,” Gregory says, trying to think very hard. Nope, it doesn’t ring a bell. At the sound of the word mage, however, he perks up and looks at Ricken excitedly. “Does that mean you do magic? Wooah... that’s so cool! Can you turn me into a magic tiger?” Why is it that he always asks for that? I don’t know. Children have strange minds, and this child specifically has the wildest imagination.