Sep 17, 2021
*sits on someone's lap, clings*
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*sits on someone's lap, clings*
Duchess woke up with a start, and turned over to look at her clock, giving a small gasp she practically jumped out of bed. Gathering clothes that were scattered about to quickly go into the bathroom have a quick shower and get dressed.
She was going to be late for her class, and she was the teacher, how could this happen? How can you be late for class when you live in the school? She grabbed a donut out of her secret stash and bit into it has she made her way out the door.
Duchess moved around her classroom, taking down the canvases that had dried from the easels, taking in each one as she carried it carefully over to the cupboard where the paintings were stored until someone came to claim them.
She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear after she put the last one away, closing the cupboard door and going back to her desk, where she promptly rested her head on her arms and gave a small sigh.
Duchess stumbled along in the dark. It was pitch black, she couldn’t see a thing, or remember how she even got there. Duch reached a hand out, hoping to touch something, anything.
Playing With Dead Things [Open RP]
"By the gods, you thick-headed imbecile!" Bart snapped, physically shoving the thrall from the open grave. "I swear, I give you the simplest of instructions and yet you manage to muck it up like a damned idiot!"
Within seconds, purple tendrils of magic had threaded themselves around the corpse of what seemed to be a man of mixed man-race descent. The corpse rose from its grave and groaned, crawling to stand next to its master. The Imperial thrall, flesh now sloughing from its face and arms, gave one final grunt before it collapsed into the open grave - face down.
"Bury him," the grave robber announced aloud, and the thrall obeyed, picking up the shovel the previous had used before to toss dirt across the now lifeless corpse’s back.
Fresh Air [Open RP]
The night had not been kind to Tortulja. Every sound, every ever-changing shadow kept her awake. Even when her body gave in to exhaustion and she drifted asleep, she would jerk awake, gasping for air and terrified.
So she stayed awake, reading, trying to lose the flashes of memories she wished she could forget in the story of another person. It didn't help. By the time morning came, she felt like she was suffocating, stuck in the house that seemed too small now.
Perhaps some time out in Riften would help. Be around other people, get some fresh air. At least she didn't have to worry about falling asleep and dreaming if she were walking through the marketplace.
Horst shuddered and stood, a slight limp in his step. Tortulja checked him carefully, fingers tracing the new stitching of his armor before she frowned slightly. She had him move his arms, and the injured one - the one she had to replace - was not cooperating properly. It moved out of sync with the rest of him. It drew attention.
With a bite of her lower lip that drew blood, Tort sent Horst to his cot. She would have to go out without him today. At least until she figured out a way to properly repair him.
After checking to make sure she had everything she needed, she stepped out in the damp air of Riften.
Playing With Dead Things [Open RP]
"By the gods, you thick-headed imbecile!" Bart snapped, physically shoving the thrall from the open grave. "I swear, I give you the simplest of instructions and yet you manage to muck it up like a damned idiot!"
Within seconds, purple tendrils of magic had threaded themselves around the corpse of what seemed to be a man of mixed man-race descent. The corpse rose from its grave and groaned, crawling to stand next to its master. The Imperial thrall, flesh now sloughing from its face and arms, gave one final grunt before it collapsed into the open grave - face down.
"Bury him," the grave robber announced aloud, and the thrall obeyed, picking up the shovel the previous had used before to toss dirt across the now lifeless corpse’s back.
Good To Be Back [Open RP]
Cyril sauntered into the Bee and Barb, looking around briefly before choosing an empty table to settle into. It had been some time since he had been here and he couldn't keep the content smile off his face.
He ordered his meal and waited patiently, merely taking in his surroundings. How nice it was to breathe fresh air. Even a place like Riften had cleaner air than the rock he had been on.
After a moment, he leaned towards a nearby stranger and tapped their arm, grinning.
"I hear this is where the riff-raff meets - or am I mistaken?"