#lorelai roleplays

[lorelai-theseamistress]

One for the Money

starter for @scarletgunslinger

Not just pirates, but sailors in general could be quite stingy with their money. If there was no reason to waste it (save for alcohol, perhaps), when why do it? And it was not often than anyone was taken from Miss Fortune’s crew. So few, in fact, that none had been taken in a while. They had proven responsible sailors in years past.

This was, of course, for good reason - but one crew member pondered this and had decided to try their luck. If none of them were taken lately, then maybe there wasn’t a reason at all to continue with this awful waste.

It wasn’t long at all after the ship had set out to sea on this journey that the rest of them had tossed something over the side, as was custom. The man in question shrugged off the question when one of his mates had asked him if he’d done the same, telling him that yeah, sure, of course he had. The answer was accepted easily, for one would assume that it was only logical.

There were consequences to not doing so, after all.

Time passed and unseen eyes watched the ship get further out until Lorelai decided it was time, at which point she did not see fit to appear, but she was quite close. If one bothered to look to the sea, they might have seen a pair of pale glowing eyes somewhere beneath while a voice called out to only one, falling on deaf ears for all others. 

Only he who was foolish enough to prompt such actions could hear her call, quite suddenly ceasing whatever action he’d been doing in favor of looking to one side of the ship. It would take no time at all for him to walk there, swing a leg over, and fall - right into her clutches.

Whether or not anyone noticed or cared did not matter to her in the slightest.

[lorelai-theseamistress]

The Case for Building Instead of Picking

Most platforms hand you a menu of premade characters. SweetDream hands you a blank canvas. You're not picking from someone else's imagination, you're building from your own, looks and personality and voice and history all the way down.

That's the purpose that makes it worth it. The companion you end up with feels personal because she literally is. And thanks to the quality of the chat and the visuals, the person you imagined is the person who shows up at sweetdream.ai.

[lorelai-theseamistress]

@soldieroftheclaw liked for a starter

   Fingers idly twined within long sodden locks, a stark green contrast to the pale background her hair offered as a similarly lacking in color gaze moved to survey those at the edge of her border. Most of them moved with purpose, seasoned sailors who would set out at one point or others taking care of their duties and jobs near port.     One of them, however, caught her eye both in the seeming lack of purpose and the difference in garb. To put it simply, they stood out from their surroundings and it was likely that they knew it and other people had noticed it as well.     It was also likely that this person was foreign to Bilgewater, here for... whatever reason. Business, perhaps. Many people came and went from the area for different purposes, though this one looked a little different from what she might be used to seeing, which was her reason for drawing nearer to the edge of her territory.     At once a strength and weakness, her curiosity drew her close enough so that she might speak with the foreigner, melodic voice calling to them in the hopes that she may be granted a mere conversation. “Traveler, I take it you are from far-off lands?” 

[lorelai-theseamistress]

@darkmeanderings moved from here

Sera reached the woman, heeding her words. “Not only do I permit you, but we need to get to the nearest doctor,” she said, slipping her arms under the woman so she could get a better look. She wasn’t the most normal person Sera’d ever seen, but she needed help.

“I’m Sera, what’s your name,”she asked, tearing her shirt to try and staunch the wound so they could get to a doctor. “And do you know any good doctors around here? I’m new to the area,” she said, a mirthful chuckle on her lips.

Her chin rose to hear the words, carefully making sure that the permission granted was quite clear and would acceptably fit what she was looking to fulfill. It would do. Beyond that, all she needed to do was be sure that this woman whom she’d never met before was trustworthy enough to actually help her. 

That would something Lorelai doubted, but perhaps that point was to be conceded at the moment.

The mysterious woman with the vague outline spoke again, introducing herself as she seemed to try and help her with the wound. Moving her hand out of the way a little, she watched the movements carefully before she placed her hand back over the torn cloth, putting pressure on it carefully. “Lorelai. And yes, I do.” Only one trustworthy enough for her specific needs, at least. 

Regardless of her current state, she refused to be carried by anyone and merely put forth the great effort to sit up so that she could get to her feet on her own, shaky and swaying but managing. 

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@uncle-touchy-lich liked for a starter

Most people would never have known it for fear of venturing too close to the Isles, but the small stretch of land had a certain charm to it - assuming one could get past its gruesome appearance. Beyond the twisted trees and undead aesthetic of the place, there were one or two things one could notice if they looked close enough. For example, a tall cathedral that poked up just above the trees if you looked at it at the right angle. 

Treading the water some distance off from the Shadow Isles, Lorelai tilted her head back a little as she took in the full sight of the place, discerning the structure from the gnarled foliage. As she did it, she took notice of a figure standing at one of the tall figures. An Isler? It wasn’t often that she could spot one of them, much as she hung near enough to this place. 

Narrowing her white eyes to try and get a better look at them, it was hard to tell much about the figure at the window, for her truer sight only spanned as far as her water reached. After a moment of contemplating the appearance of the person - or thing - being there, the Siren rose up from the water, influencing it with her own power to allow her stand ankle-deep in far deeper water so that perhaps the figure may be able to see her too.

Experimentally, Lorelai raised one arm to wave.

[lorelai-theseamistress]

starter for @thelanternwretch

There were few places that someone like Lorelai might sit close enough to being on land that she could go undisturbed and nearly all of them were away from Bilgewater’s most traversed docks in some form. One such place was where she currently sat, a small stretch of sand that had just enough water low enough to sustain her need for it without too much of a disturbance when the weather was calm. She doubted she would be bothered here, on the very end of the once blessed Isles, for lack of any mortal’s presence lest they be a touch wrong in the head. With her skin green as it was, she may have blended in here well enough anyway.

Legs pulled close, the woman crossed them in the low water where she sat, resting her arms idly in her lap. She’d have thought she would remain undisturbed here, though she hadn’t counted for the occupants of the Isles themselves. She’d come by some few times and not seen any of them, yet she couldn’t seem to shake the sudden feeling of not being so alone. The feeling of being water.

Her posture didn’t seem to outwardly change, only her head moved as she turned it halfway, gazing with white eyes behind her to seek out the source of the feeling.

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@ask-nautilus-titanofthedeep liked for a starter

It didn’t seem to her like the titan of the deep showed himself overmuch to people, mortal or no, and even Lorelai herself only saw him but so few times. When he did surface within her scope of vision in the sea, she liked to pay attention from afar if she weren’t too busy to manage it. Often times, he’d disappear again if she was. 

It was one such time that she could find him, aware of his mighty presence somewhere nearby at the water’s edge. From there, it only took her a few short moments to hone in on the exact location, swimming ever closer to the giant diving suit. When she did reach it, he hung back a little, admiring the creature in silence before she would speak. 

“Titan.”

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In the Dead of Night

@rovingrevenant liked for a starter

It was late at night, or perhaps very early morning, when Lorelai broke the surface of the water to lift her vaguely luminescent gaze to the starless sky. Clouds hung low, blanketing out nearly all light save for what originated from Bilgewater nearby and any other small sources like Lorelai herself. 

Lowering her gaze, the woman found it drawn to the barest of outlines of a figure cutting a slow and lonely path along the edge of the water near to the closest dock, its face giving off the barest hint of a ghostly glow. There were no sailors around at the moment to disturb either of them, so the Siren merely ducked her head back down a little, treading water over closer to the land where he walked. It was so dark that it was hard to tell, but she could’ve sworn the man was familiar somehow. He was... someone she’d seen on a ship or two before. Lorelai had never disturbed him, for she could not exact her toll on those that were already dead. 

Chancing an ever closer look, she began to float alongside him as he walked, finding him to be a little different than most other mindless ghosts she saw. “To where do you tread, specter?” She would soon find out if that suspicion were true.

[lorelai-theseamistress]

Keeping Calm

@darkmeanderings

Sera smiled at the woman, nodding ascent. She sat down a few feet away, “You interested me and I was actually surprised you let them live. From the little I know of you, you could easily have gotten rid of them.” Sera looked out to the water for a breath, careful not to breathe in through her nose. When she looked back to the woman, her curiosity was obvious.

“I’m Sera, would you be ok with speaking with me for a short time,” she tried her best to sound respectful, “I’ve never seen anyone like you before and I was hoping to learn more about you if that’s alright? Normally I’d offer you food, but I don’t have any and I don’t know what you’d like to eat.”

Watching the other woman as she moved to take a seat some small distance from her, her white gaze never seemed to move far from Sera, if at all. To her words, she merely tilted her head to one side a little as she listened passively. Perhaps it might be a surprise that the men who tried to taunt her walked away alive to someone that wasn’t Lorelai or knew the code of sorts she adhered to. “I could have.” Not that she corrected them on these things.

Upon hearing the introduction, she offered a smile to Sera and her request. It wasn’t often that other people wanted to initiate a friendly conversation with the Siren. “I am not sure what you hope to learn from me, but I would be willing to converse, if that is truly what you wish for.” As for the food comment, she said nothing of it. Sera certainly did have food that the woman liked but it wasn’t anything the other would be willing to hand over. “I am known as Lorelai.”