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Two or three faces, whoâs really counting - Closed RP
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âYou have two faces, one you show to the world and one you show to those you love,â Cynical noted as he took a sip of gin from the glass in his hand.
Abbiâs eyebrow raised slightly as she twirled the empty wine glass in her hand. That was quite a heavy-handed observation for this early in the morning.Â
âCan I get another one, please?â She waved towards the bartender, sun rays refracting in the crystal of her glass held high up above her head.Â
âRight away, miss,â replied the scrawney elven boy as he shuffled towards her, pouring the wine with his shaky hands. It was either his first day on the job or he was terrified of something. No matter what the cause, Abbi was just praying he doesnât spill it.
âVery much a true statement,â she says to Cynical. âOne we can both confirm from personal experience. Which reminds me, how are the other two?â
âSplendidly, I should say. Madness has found himself someone special and Innocent, heâs been mulling around his old studies. Perhaps he could use some excitement, but who really knows. How are you and your own, Abbi?â
âThatâs good to hear!â Abbi replies, âIâm glad about Madness. As for Innocent, immersing youself in studies can beâŚâ She pauses, watching the elven boy as he still poured the wine in.Â
âCan,   be,   quite,   exciting,   on,   its,   own,â she continues slowly and through her teeth, her eyes narrowing at this long-ass pouring session that was going on. Her stink eye didnât go unnoticed as the elven boy snapped back, pulling the wine from the glass and bowing his head in apology as he was holding the bottle in his still very much shaky hands.Â
âWe havenât seen eachother in six months, there is much to catch up on. Weâve been well, just got back from our other honeymoon, I suppose. Plane hopping does have a tendency to be a bit tirâŚâ
âC-Can I offer you something else, sire,â the boy screeches almost in a falseto voice as he turns to Dhun. âSome-some more gin. Or something e-else. We have some amazing Fireplane ale, if something like that is⌠to your liking.â
âSurprise me,â he snaps at the interruption. He turn back to Abbi and shakes his head. âHow was the honeymoon? Where did you go?â
The boy shrunk into himself, and quickly bowed as his lips quivered before going back to the bar area.
Abbi shakes her head. âI thought the bar of this caliber would have more class in choosing its staff.â She takes a sip of her wine.
âAnyway, we traveled to the Citadel of Ice and Steel. Got some fresh air.â She toys with her glass a bit, her face turning a bit somber. âTruth be told, we traveled there so I could have some piece of mind. And according to Akaashâs words, thatâs the best place to go and meditate for a bit. Get things in order. Ever since the whole Seed thing... The phantom has been loud. Louder than before.â
Two or three faces, whoâs really counting - Closed RP
@i-am-venomancer
âYou have two faces, one you show to the world and one you show to those you love,â Cynical noted as he took a sip of gin from the glass in his hand.
Abbiâs eyebrow raised slightly as she twirled the empty wine glass in her hand. That was quite a heavy-handed observation for this early in the morning.Â
âCan I get another one, please?â She waved towards the bartender, sun rays refracting in the crystal of her glass held high up above her head.Â
âRight away, miss,â replied the scrawney elven boy as he shuffled towards her, pouring the wine with his shaky hands. It was either his first day on the job or he was terrified of something. No matter what the cause, Abbi was just praying he doesnât spill it.
âVery much a true statement,â she says to Cynical. âOne we can both confirm from personal experience. Which reminds me, how are the other two?â
âSplendidly, I should say. Madness has found himself someone special and Innocent, heâs been mulling around his old studies. Perhaps he could use some excitement, but who really knows. How are you and your own, Abbi?â
âThatâs good to hear!â Abbi replies, âIâm glad about Madness. As for Innocent, immersing youself in studies can be...â She pauses, watching the elven boy as he still poured the wine in.Â
âCan,   be,   quite,   exciting,   on,   its,   own,â she continues slowly and through her teeth, her eyes narrowing at this long-ass pouring session that was going on. Her stink eye didnât go unnoticed as the elven boy snapped back, pulling the wine from the glass and bowing his head in apology as he was holding the bottle in his still very much shaky hands.Â
âWe havenât seen eachother in six months, there is much to catch up on. Weâve been well, just got back from our other honeymoon, I suppose. Plane hopping does have a tendency to be a bit tir...â
âC-Can I offer you something else, sire,â the boy screeches almost in a falseto voice as he turns to Dhun. âSome-some more gin. Or something e-else. We have some amazing Fireplane ale, if something like that is... to your liking.â
Two or three faces, whoâs really counting - Closed RP
@i-am-venomancer
âYou have two faces, one you show to the world and one you show to those you love,â Cynical noted as he took a sip of gin from the glass in his hand.
Abbiâs eyebrow raised slightly as she twirled the empty wine glass in her hand. That was quite a heavy-handed observation for this early in the morning.Â
âCan I get another one, please?â She waved towards the bartender, sun rays refracting in the crystal of her glass held high up above her head.Â
âRight away, miss,â replied the scrawney elven boy as he shuffled towards her, pouring the wine with his shaky hands. It was either his first day on the job or he was terrified of something. No matter what the cause, Abbi was just praying he doesnât spill it.
âVery much a true statement,â she says to Cynical. âOne we can both confirm from personal experience. Which reminds me, how are the other two?â
Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters
Instead of a specific plot to work around, hereâs a list of settings that all feature a melancholy, moody, or creepy atmosphere. Simply send me a symbol for a setting you want to RP in, and Iâll either make a starter or approach you to plot!
đA full moon night with wind whistling through the trees
đThe seashore late at night, with lightning over the water in the distance
đ¤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes
đA cold day in late autumn, which is silent and deeply lonely
đšNighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room
đ§ Rain in the early morning, so dark that thereâs hardly a sunrise
âŞA church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence
đłA maze-like forest at dusk, with a sense of anxiety as the sun disappears
âľOn the beach before dawn as remnants of a ship wreck wash onto shore
đA chilly, overcast autumn afternoon
đMidnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away
đAfter dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends
đSitting with a popped tired on the side of a long stretch of road, waiting
âĄDistant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way
đĽAn overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous (or dead, dry) plants
đžAn eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles
đMurky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away
đĽ A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it
đ§Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring
đTaking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water
đżAn old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history
đA cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt
đA dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home
đThe sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere
đAn attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead
â A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering
đAn enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence
đInside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again
âTaking a long walk with an umbrella, struggling with a low, low mood
âAt a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring
đľA winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, its âvacancyâ light flickering red
đ¤Dreaming of scraping nails gainst the window glass, and waking to still hear it
đA quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods
A DARKER SHADE OF MAGIC / A GATHERING OF SHADOWS by v. e. schwab sentence meme.
â Â Iâd rather die on an adventure than live standing still. Â â
â Â After all, you can kill people, but you cannot kill magic. Not truly. Â â
â Â Impossible. What a useless word, in a world with magic. Â â
â Â Everyone thinks I have a death wish, you know? But I donât want to die â dying is easy. No, I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive. And once you do, it makes you realize that everything you were actually doing before wasnât actually living. It was just making do. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high. Â â
â Â You have two faces. One you wear for the world at large, and the one you wear for those you love. Â â
â Â Everyoneâs immortal until theyâre not. Â â
â Â It is as it is. It cannot be undone. So please, be grateful, and be done with it. Â â
â Â The thing about freedom? It doesnât come naturally. Almost no one has it handed to them. Iâm free because I fought for it. Â â
â Â I know you can do this. I know you can hear me. Stay with me. Listen to my voice. Â â
â Â Maybe you just got a taste of what it really means to be alive. You almost died. So now you know what it feels like to live. To fear for that life. To fight for it. And once you know, well, thereâs no going back. Â â
â Â You made a mistake. Everybody makes them. Even me. Iâve made many. Itâs only fair that you made one. Â â
â Â I did only what I had to do. If I could have given my life for yours, I would have. Â â
â Â A kiss for luck. Not that I need it. Â â
â Â I know. I know what and who you are. What will you do? Kill me? Â â
â Â Why am I the only one in this fucking world to be held accountable for my actions? Â â
â Â Arenât you afraid of dying? Â â
â  Iâm sorry. For whatever happened to you. For whoever hurt you so deeply that you see things like friends and fondness as weapons instead of shields.  â
â Â You know so little of war. Battles may be fought from the outside in, but wars are won from the inside out. Â â
â Â Between the two of us, weâll tear the whole world down. Â â
â Â I am going to cut that smile off your face. Â â
â Â It hurts. More than dying ever did. There are days when I feel like I deserve this. Â â
â Â Death doesnât scare me. Not nearly as much as the idea of wasting a perfectly good life in fear of it. Â â
â Youâre always so eager to slash and stab, why couldnât you have stabbed him. Â â
â Â Which is it, huh? Youâre angry at me, or worried about me, or happy to see me? Because I canât keep up. Â â
â Â Wouldnât it be amazing, if we got away with it? Â â
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Tbh I wish the moon had stayed where it was and ushered in an age of darkness and blood magic but hey you canât have it all
Nope. Time to shine the sun back on. Back into your dens, foul necromancers.
No skin, no sunburn. Why even go underground?
Makes the bones brittle.
And this is why milk is important!
If you canât drink it, just bathe in it until it calcifies and mends the cracks in your undead form.
Tbh I wish the moon had stayed where it was and ushered in an age of darkness and blood magic but hey you canât have it all
Nope. Time to shine the sun back on. Back into your dens, foul necromancers.
No skin, no sunburn. Why even go underground?
Makes the bones brittle.
Closed RP
âHis powers may have grown. One of the more extreme gods may have chosen him as a play thing. Or he found his way there on his own. His magic was near peak at the time we separated the group.â
âAnd what do you plan to do to right that mistake?â Abbi asks, putting down her now empty glass.
âDispel the transformation, orâŚ.at worst⌠destroy him before he does more harm to the multiverse.â
âOr just True Polymorph him back,â Akaash chimes in. âThere are many possible ways of approaching this problem.â
âPerhaps, or that could just make it worse. His magical defenses will be the most troublesome matter for myself. That and his holy furyâŚâ
âWhich god did he serve before this⌠incident?â Abbi asks.
âI believe that it was Moradin. Not quite sure if it remains so. The gods are an odd sort.â
Akaash nods in agreement. âDwarwish ones even doubly so.â
Mulling it over... (open prompt)
Nowhere reclines on the roof of her tavern, watching the stars move across the sky. In one hand she holds a pipe carved to look like a dragonâs claw curled around the bowl, fragrant tobacco smoke exhales from her nostrils and she watches the city below her come to life in the night, the music from the outer patio drifting to her ears. A beautiful night in this new city⌠But a lonely one.
A soft breeze slowly blows around her, toying with the smoke thatâs coming out of her pipe.
Strange. The air was calm until now, but for a warm night like this, a little wind can only do some good.
The smoke now changes direction. With her hightened sense of smell, she can barely detect a feint odor - akin to petrichor mixed with copper that just had electricity shot through it - inbetween the smell of the fragrant tobacco smoke of her pipe that was now being blown into her face.
The night might not be as lonely as she first thought.Â
The smell hit her and the strong sweet scent of her tobacco nearly covered the second scent - nearly. Her fingers twitched for her hammers, her nose upturned to follow the scent. A metallic, almost wet smell that clung to her senses once she sought it out. She felt uneasy, her senses pricking at her, reminding her she was far from prey.
âI would say I donât bite but⌠Thatâs part of my charm.â
âAs alluring as that may sound to some, Iâd like to keep my neck intact. I quite like it the way it is.âÂ
The light coming from the town center below bends a little as the invisibility drops. There, slightly leaned over the side of the eaves, lays a male figure, head resting on his folded arms as he looks at the town square below starting to slowly be filled with people. Dressed in sportish clothes, with blond hair and blue spiderweb-like markings drifting across his skin.Â
âPlus, my wife wouldnât look too kindly on me showing up with hickeys.â
He turns to look at her.Â
âThose will kill you, you know,â he says with a grin, motioning slightly towards her pipe.
Closed RP
âHis powers may have grown. One of the more extreme gods may have chosen him as a play thing. Or he found his way there on his own. His magic was near peak at the time we separated the group.â
âAnd what do you plan to do to right that mistake?â Abbi asks, putting down her now empty glass.
âDispel the transformation, orâŚ.at worst⌠destroy him before he does more harm to the multiverse.â
âOr just True Polymorph him back,â Akaash chimes in. âThere are many possible ways of approaching this problem.â
âPerhaps, or that could just make it worse. His magical defenses will be the most troublesome matter for myself. That and his holy furyâŚâ
âWhich god did he serve before this... incident?â Abbi asks.
Closed RP
âHis powers may have grown. One of the more extreme gods may have chosen him as a play thing. Or he found his way there on his own. His magic was near peak at the time we separated the group.â
âAnd what do you plan to do to right that mistake?â Abbi asks, putting down her now empty glass.
âDispel the transformation, orâŚ.at worst⌠destroy him before he does more harm to the multiverse.â
âOr just True Polymorph him back,â Akaash chimes in. âThere are many possible ways of approaching this problem.â
Closed RP
âHis powers may have grown. One of the more extreme gods may have chosen him as a play thing. Or he found his way there on his own. His magic was near peak at the time we separated the group.â
âAnd what do you plan to do to right that mistake?â Abbi asks, putting down her now empty glass.