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Fiona Drafts
This character is moving to a multi-muse blog!
This is what I have in my drafts currently. My plan is to continue these threads on the new blog. Let me know if you would like to drop the thread or if I've missed you.
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Well it’s still in its preliminary stages, but this is where I’m transferring my extra characters.
Fiona's being moved to this blog.
//Hi guys, I'm still alive. I miss playing Fiona so much! But I jsut have wayyy too many blogs and I can't really bear to delete any of them.
If I moved Fiona to a multi-muse blog would people follow? I now it's a lot to ask after all this inactivity but that may be the only way I can keep Fiona alive.
+4 entered the tower
"Most people don’t live to get scars like these.”
She gave a wry smile. ”I’m still not sure if it’s a good thing or bad thing that I did.” She was just thankful she didn’t have to go through the healing process, somehow that had been taken care of when she acquired her draconic form.
"So… is it just you and the dragon here, then?"
A good thing? How could it be a good--- oh.
"I suppose... they mean you survived. That's good." In all honesty she was a bit out of her depth with this. She seized the subject change gratefully.
"It's just us. Who else would want to live here? It's not exactly a hospitable location."
1 has entered the tower
"Maps are useful," Frexa stepped over a skull with wide eyes and inspected the skeletons as she went past. Most were young men, by the shape of the pelvis and several other bones and she had to force herself to look back up at the rather nice-looking young woman with the beautiful hair.
"I can unfortunately see why. Your decor is a little off-putting," She held the tea to her chest. "Do you mind if I ask what’s with the skeletons?"
Oh right. Them. Fiona sighed. "They're knights. Or-- they were. I'm afraid they tried to rescue me, but there's a distinct disadvantage in living with a dragon.
It wasn't that she didn't care. It was just that she'd been desensitized. There was nothing she could do for these men. "I keep thinking I should clean up, but I'm not sure what to do with them."
+4 entered the tower
The Doctor sputtered, shaking out his hair and blinking water out from his eyes. He was sure that the extra splash hadn’t done much, but it was at least partially psychological, so perhaps if he let himself believe that it had helped, he could truthfully say—
“Yes, much! I feel fresh as daisies. Not that daisies are particularly fresh, are they? I feel fresh as a freshly caught fish? — no, that’s no good, either, hrm.”
”Ah! Yes, I’ve got it! I feel fresh as a prince of Bel-Air.”
Daisies could be fresh. Her eyebrows dipped towards each other in confusion. In all honesty she had no idea what he was talking about. "I-I don't... I've never heard of Belaire. Listen, sir, would you--?"
Come up? But of course, the dragon was still there. Oh dear. "You're not a knight, are you? Er, it's a very important question." The dragon usually ignored visitors if they weren't knights. As long as she wasn't hungry.
“—She is a { m e s s }
of contradictions ;
E L E G A N T yet (W I L D)
C L E V E R yet
(I M P U L S I V E ) ”
Dear Role Players of Tumblr!!
This lovely website here I have recently come across is FREAKING AMAZING!!!
This here my lovelies is an RP Thread Tracker!!!
You don’t have to link your Tumblr account to it at all (it takes one minute to create an account with them, and I just used my tumblr URL to make it easier for me to remember)
You can add in more than one blog and you can view the posts as a whole list of as what you owe or what is owed to you!!! It also tells you when they replied last and give you a link to it, how freaking perfect is that. With how unreliable the Activity Page and Notifications on Tumblr are these days, this is a god send to us all!
The only issue that there is, is that it does not cope well with multiple threads from the one original post. (as in if you post a starter and multiple people reply, the only way around this is if you transfer the replies over to a new thread.)
I am in no way affiliated with this website, I seen a post about it the other day and I now can’t find that post again and I want to get the word out there more!
The person that runs this page can be found over here and they do this all for free, but any and all small donations to keep the website up and running are accepted.
So sorry, I did link the image when I created the post but it obviously didn’t work. I have re-linked the image and added an extra link for the website. ♥♥
//My goal is not to abandon this blog. My extended periods of inactivity are due to school and other blogs. I understand if you don’t want to be patient with me but I do intend to do replies, etc, eventually. If you want to get a hold of me, the blog I am usually at least lurking on is serenitysalbatross.
"Because you keep asking the same thing!"
"You haven't me answered yet!"
"You're really starting to irritate me."
//Notice:
I'm not doing starters for all my followers anymore. Too hard to keep track. If you'd like to interact with me, you can either tag me in something, respond to an open, or ask for a starter.
"Could you maybe step to the side a bit? I need to get past you."
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"Chamber… pot," the Doctor repeated to himself, as he stood there dripping wet with — well, he didn’t quite want to think about it, so he didn’t. He’d been covered in worse — probably. Space whale sick sprang immediately to mind. Just remember the whale sick, Doctor. He surreptitiously wiped at a spot on his forehead, where he could feel the liquid dribbling down.
"Ahhh, nope!" He finally called back up to the woman who had accidentally soaked him, "Completely missed me!" A pause, then, "Actually, you got me spot on. Don’t suppose you could throw down a towel? Or- just splash me with some proper water?”
Oh dear. No one would envy his predicament, and the fact that she was the one responsible... "Yes of course! I'm terribly sorry. One moment!" She pulled the pot back through the window, cursing herself. Of course, she never got visitors, but the one time she did, she had to splash him with the contents of her gazunder, of all things!
Water... water... she placed her chamber pot under the bed and reached for the pot of water that was going to be her dinner, toting it to the window. "Garde à l'eau!" she called down, upturning the pot and releasing its content.
"Is that better?"
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"Sorry," Ardere said, pulling her hand back a little more quickly than necessary, having noticed the woman’s hesitance. "I… was burned really badly several years ago. It was…" she grimaced, her eyes flickering red. She didn’t want to finish that sentence. It was my drunk boyfriend and some of his friends and they chained me to a tree and burned me alive. Yeah, that would put her at ease.
"Ah... no, I understand. I didn't mean to appear rude, I just... have never seen scars like those." She'd seen people burned, of course. Living with a dragon did that. But usually-- and this was a horrid thought-- there was nothing left. Her dragon ate them whole or burnt them to a crisp, there was no chance for scars. And the ones who did escape... well, she never saw them again.
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"Presuming? I’m not presuming anything," he is quick to clarify. Dirk being used to dealing with sweet tempered, frail old women, isn’t entirely certain what to do at this point. And mentions of dragons eating pizza delivery men aren’t helping matters either. "D-Dragon?" he repeats apprehensively. Things aren’t looking up for him.
"Look, I am SORRY!" The higher octaves are a testimony of the tension he is feeling. "M-Maybe, you would like some cheese? How about some cheese? Cheese is almost like pizza and it’s definitely not prunes." He pulls out a slice of brie from his pocket; glad, and not for the first time, that he carries a snack around with him at all times. "Here you go! Classic Brie from — and I am assured of this by experts — the South of France." He holds it out at arm’s length, "G-Go on, have a bite."
The princess's metaphorical ruffled feathers settled as quickly as her temper had risen. She accepted the cheese, breaking off a piece and delicately nibbling at it, resisting the urge to lick her fingers. "It's not pizza, but it's better than nothing," she said morosely. Then she looked at him, as if noticing him for the first time. "Oh but, where are my manners. You must come inside, have some tea."
She took his arm, her movement and tone indicating that she would not be denied. "Don't worry, the dragon's probably sleeping off her meal. You'll have to leave by sunset though. I have... a very strict curfew."
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"Yea. Spaceship. Best one in the verse too. Well mama’s probably in the engine room and daddy’s probably reorganizing his infirmary again." Violet was petting her pup that had joined them. "I’m Violet by the way. And this goof ball is Cosmo. What’s your name pretty miss?"
"A... spaceship?" What in the world was this girl talking about? Fiona's brow wrinkled in confusion, but she decided to let it pass. She was speaking with a child, after all.
It was surprising, too, that she had to introduce herself. Most people who came here were expecting to find the princess, perhaps even rescue her. Most people died. "I am Princess Fiona." She glanced at the dog, and then eyed the seemingly empty landscape beyond her castle. "Perhaps you should come inside."
