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Victorian Gala Roleplay!
Victorian Gala Roleplay!
A gala is being hosted at the palace. Multiple people will be there, dukes, dutchesses, nobles, entertainers, even the servants who watch with envious eyes as they serve the eleborately dressed guests. Dancers, musicians, singers, all invited to the gala. The king hosted the gala on behalf of his son, Frances, who requested it. He requested it for a much darker reason then to make friends, as he told his father. In a month, the gala will take place. In the gala, will be special people, who most likely don't even realize just how special they are, and the cunning prince has them all in one place. Each person, has a little bit of magic, the magic lost in the medieval times. The prince strives to retrieve the magic, by certain rituals, from these 'special' people.
The magic is minor, shrinked down after being passed from grandchild to grandchild. One with fire could only enlarge or shrink the fire and heat it up. One with water could move liquid across flat surfaces. One with wind could control the wind to a small extent. Some even have speed, hyped senses, or the ability to remain in the shadows, hidden. They may seem minor, but if the prince gets his hand on the magic bearers, who knows what he could do with that power?
Okay! If you join this roleplay, i want you to be dedicated! Don't let it die!! Also, try to write more then a couple paragraphs when you do post. If you don't have time, thats fine, just say so. This also will be slow moving, as NaNoWriMo is going on. Do not feel rushed to post, take your time when writing chapters and all.
Please, no overpowered magic! It is minor! Most people who have it don't know about it, a certain few do.
Alright, here is the charrie form!
Name:
Age: (at least 16-18)
Magic: (MINOR)
Occupation: (Duke, entertainer [dancer, musician], noble, servant, ect...)
Appearance:
Personality:
Other:
Alright, also, let's have some boys! Two charries each, one should be a boy. Doesn't have to, but it would be nice. Also, if you have two charries, only one can have element magic, the other has to have the super-power-type-thing.
Here are my charries!
Name: Courtney Bloom
Age: 17
Magic: Speed. It is only slight, but allows her to move impossibly fast and gracefully.
Occupation: Entertainer; Dancer. Why she has speed.
Appearance: She has long, brown hair and big eyes that match the rich, chocolaty color. She's tall and slender, muscular after her years of dancing, even though she looks delicate. She has an impossibly straight nose, different then her soft features, and delicate, but high, cheekbones.
Personality: Stubborn and determined. She will turn one direction and won't stop walking that way until someone convinces her otherwise, which is a rare thing. She is a talkable girl, something looked down upon in this era, and very outgoing. She's adventurous and is always looking for a little mischeif!
Other: Her mom was a dancer. And she is a common folk, but her dancing skills gain her a bit of money, and she uses it wisely.
Name: Alaxandre Taime
Age: 18
Magic: Earth. He can basically telepathically move a bit of dirt of pebbles, and can has a way with herbs.
Occupation: Kitchen servant. His power helps with the cooking!
Appearance: He has a large forehead, placed above his shining green eyes and broad grin. His knotty black hair hangs down to his chin. He has a dark tan complexion, matching his tall figure. He never worked anywhere else but the kitchen, so his arms and legs are only strong from constant walking and stirring of stew.
Other: He knows about his power.
So there you have it! Someone else can have earth magic too, but vary it a little. Like, make it the ability to bloom flowers? Something cool like that XD.
Begin!
submitted by Katydid
(November 12, 2015 - 5:59 pm)
(November 12, 2015 - 5:59 pm)
I'm so sorry. I hate when that happens!
(January 18, 2016 - 7:51 pm)
I had it copied...and then my battery died. And it got rid of what I copied..I just...
I'll..rewrite it again...
I was literally typing my excitement because I FNINISHED IT!!!
I DID COPY IT, AND IT DIED! WHY? WHAT DID I DO TO YOU!!
I suppose it can only get better.
*sobs*
(January 19, 2016 - 6:13 pm)
Oh, Katydid. That's so sad! If I write something I think is good (like my NaNo novel or certain CB posts) I always back it up in documents and save them, just in case something crashes and I didn't save. I advise doing similar- like my NaNo novel exists on three different computers and FastPencil.
(January 19, 2016 - 11:47 am)
I just...I'll try. I don't know how it will sound...or be...or if I will make it as long as it was.
I mean...I literally cried this time :*D I have no idea what I did to this.
My life...
*Sobs*
Courtney~
L:SAJDNLKAJLDSKJASLKDJALKSDJLKASJDLAJSDKK NO. DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT COMPUTER. I WILL PREVAIL.
III WIILLL PREVAAIILLL!!!!
*Curses a whole bunch.*
Alright...breathe...I can do this...*Slaps keyboard before begining to actually type*
C-
Nope.
Yes.
Courtney~
:*( I'll try not to give up again.
....BLAST
Courtney~
The young girl made her way to her platform as the last piece of music died down, lacking her gloves and shawl. It wasn't technically a platform, more of an open space between the audience and musicians, but it was hers.
The audience had been talking mostly throughout the previous, jovial song, as it was just there to fill in the gaps and add a lovely flair to conversations, but once Courtney had entered the space, everyone quieted except for the bustling servants.
In the middle of the open space, she nodded briefly at the conductor, suppressing a smile as she took a deep breath. His arms went up, along with hers.
She held one slender arm high above her head, curved gracefully in a half arch, while the other was mostly the same, but flowing outwards, held in front of her torso. She remained standing on one leg, while the other faced outwards, only to turn back in at the knee and create an acute triangle between the space of her two legs.
The conductor released his hold, and the music began.
The violins' bows glided across their strings, along with the deep, mellow cellos. Their voices combined with that of the bass and violas, created an eerie sound. It was almost as if they were playing silence.
The low cellos and bass descended against the background of violins and violas, only to rise up again and descend once more, while the dancer remained still.
She was unmoving like a porcelain doll, but all eyes were fixed on her.
A long note was drawn out, and the small choir joined, their heavenly voices matching the mournful tone of the orchestra.
Suddenly, a melody spiraled out of the ocean of sound, a piano. And with it, moved the dancer. Unfolding like a flower with each drawn out note, she lowered her arms, one after the other, and then her leg, placing it crossed behind her left leg. Once again, she lifted her arms up towards the heavens, reaching higher with each ascending note, only to part again, as if welcoming a party of angels.
Her leg moved out from behind the firm, unmoving leg, adding a ripple of movement to her deep red skirt. She traced it around her in a circle, twirling as more and more instruments were added to the slow music.
The flutes joined, at the top of everything, and she ended her twirl, gracefully stepping to the side upon one leg, her other lifting in the air. Her legs created a perfect right triangle, obscured by the skirt as her torso tilted perfect away, her arms stretched outwards as if she was trying to reach something.
Repeating the twirl, she ended, facing the other way, reaching out in the opposite direction. Her foot remained rooted to the spot, and it wasn't until the piano, which had faded away, returned that she moved.
The choir joined again, mixing with the orchestra to hold a long note, like the gown colors of the gala were all mixed together.
She brought her foot down, and twirled to the side as the cymbols crashed, like she was avoiding a blow.
Telling a story with her dance, she leaned back, stretching out one arm as the orchestra narrated the scene to the readers, the auidience.
It's voice took on a more dangerous, lively tone as the timpani and drum began starting a catchy, rythmic beat, to which the dancer flowed along with.
Each beat brought a new step, and her feet remained on the ground for only a moment before flying to a new position. To the audience, it seemed as if she was dancing on air. Her movements speedy but inexpliccably graceful as she twirled and moved, not once missing a beat.
Trumpets and brass began overpowering, taking the lead part as the dancer followed along with the music, her steps slowed and more grand as they changed notes.
As the glowing voices of the choir joined in, she once again took to the path of flight, moving in time with the drums, dancing left and right, twirling here and there. Her footsteps fell one after the other, and she lept and twirled with the cymbals.
Suddenly, measure by measure, parts began dissapating. With it, the dancer slowed to a stop, beginning to spin softly, her outer foot tracing a circle around her as she moved her arms in front of her while the high voices blended and created one, long tone accompanied by the percussion.
The cymbals crashed, and the orchestra rose up and down like a rolling storm, the low instruments creating a dark, swelling from which the melody rose out of.
She stepped in a way so with each quick note her feet crossed over eachother as she spinned, no longer confined to a space. she began moving, dancing upon her platform, feet lifting off the ground in a small jump with each cymbal crash as if it was an earthquake.
The last note played, and she pulled herself up into the same position as at the beginning, with a little added touch.
She spun.
The note drew out for what seemed like ages as she did so, her arms held above her head as she twirled her face, keeping it upon the audience for as long as possible before flashing around.
Then, when faster then seemed possible, she leaned back, holding her arms in front of her as she pirrouetted, coming to a halting stop when the music ended.
A smile graced her flushed face and she breathed heavily, holding her arms by her side with her ankles crossed, her feet firmly placed upon the ground.
The audience froze as the note hung in the air, then burst into a respectable applause, not too loud, but definitely impressed.
Courtney grinned, her hair slightly messed, and offered the group a small curtsey before offereing the conductor a small smile. Receiving a smile in return, she left the open space in hopes of retreiving her shawl and accesories, only to paused.
"Food..." she whispered, sniffing the air.
Looks could wait.
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I AM DONE I AM DONE I AM DOOONNNEE! TAAKKEE THAATT EVERY SINGLE ELECTRONIC EVERRRRRRR! DIIIEEE!
I PREVAAIILLEEDD!
*Sobs with joy*
(January 19, 2016 - 7:40 pm)
KATYYYYYY! THAT WAS FANTASTIC! I COULD TOTALLY SEE HER DANCING! YOU CAN TELL I'M BEING SINCERE BECAUSE THIS IS IN ALL CAPS!
Admins, I hearby nominate this piece of Katy's to be in the next "Blots from the Inkwell." (the one I'm replying to.)
Fenina~
I lean against the table, gripping my glass in one hand, my other gripping the edge of the white cloth. My eyes are trained on the stage, where a dancer twirls impossibly fast.
Quite literally impossibly.
Usually, I turn away from dancers and music, as I mostly view them as the enemies when I'm performing. But this is different. It's not that I don't want to take my eyes off of her, it's that I can't. My eyes narrow as she continues her performance, dancing in a well-practiced way, but there's something... almost... alien about it, magical about it.
She's like me.
I take a sip of my drink and then wish that I hadn't; it's foul. The one feeling of disgust rivets my eyes, and I turn away from the stage, the music, the dancer.
What if I really am not the only one? I can swallow heat and fire like water, and although I'm sure it's magic, I never imagined someone else could do magic too. Perhaps she was impossibly graceful, or she can force people to watch her no matter what. No, that's impossible; I was able to turn away, wasn't I?
I turn to head over to the stage. If she's magical, I want to know. I already have my... greeting planned out in my head when a boy steps in front of me.
"Oh! Hello, Peter," I say, smiling shyly at him. Smiling shyly? I mentally shake myself. I'm acting like an idiot.
"Hello, Fenina Van-Pierre," he replies, grinning. "Hope I didn't miss the show."
"I'm not on for a while," I replied, squirming uncomfortably a bit. "Were you watching the dancer?"
"Was I!" he said, laughing. "She was fantastic!"
"Do you find it a bit... unrealistic?"
"What are you talking about?" he cocked his head playfully. "Come on, Miss Serious. It's a gala! Have some fun."
(January 20, 2016 - 4:30 pm)
YAY KATYDID!
Sloth says kdtg. I THINK HE SAID KATYDID AND SOMETHING ELSE WHICH I CAN'T UNDERSTAND!
(January 21, 2016 - 10:21 am)
Katydid, that. Was. AWESOME! [Enthusiasm:Controlled. . . .?] I will post soon, I think, as soon as I see fit. Right now, actually!
~Brionna~
The orchestra begins a slow, romantic waltz. I can tell we're all amazed at Courtney's performance, but our expressions remain concentrating. The orchestra sings, the low bass toning out the violin, the cello and viola evening it out perfectly. The flutes add a delicate grace to the earthy tones of the strings, and the percussion makes it complete. We sound wonderful, I think. Couples dance around the ballroom, elegant ladies and handsome gentlemen. I can see Courtney in the center of the ballroom floor, dancing her heart out. I smile, but snap back to the music in front of me, even though I've memorized it. How I'd love to join those dancers. . . .
The conductor gave me a short solo in the middle of the waltz, and as we come to that, I feel calm. A humming, musical energy flows through me, through my fingers, through the bow and the strings and the fingerboard. As the orchestra pauses for my solo, I feel an unfamiliar thrill of excitement. My first solo in the Royal Symphony! I wonder if I've established a place here. Maybe they'll let me stay in the Symphony. I melt into my solo, my cello's notes resonating, filling the vast room. The dancers stop as I pour more and more soul into the song, more. . . . More. . . I begin to feel a flame inside me, growing stronger. Too much! I'm going to spontaneously combust! No! STOP! Suddenly, a cold gaze centers on me from the crowd. The prince. He knows. I nearly stop, fingers wavering, and the spell seems to have fallen. Everyone resumes dancing, my solo ends, and the orchestra continues the waltz, ending it, and melting into a new song.
(January 21, 2016 - 7:02 pm)
TOP!
Ugh. CAPTCHA troubles.
(January 26, 2016 - 10:26 am)
Alexandre~
"Xandre!" someone called, drawing my gaze away from the beautiful dancer and over to him. He was one of the servers, and his eyes were wide with fear.
Concerned, I furrowed my brows and moved over to him, "What is it?"
"Look!" he exclaimed, pointing a finger towards the entry way. My gaze followed his finger. All I saw was a person, no two! And they were fighting!
"Stay here!" I ordered, pushing him aside and dashing towards them. I blinked, and in an instant they were gone. My heart raced with fear as I arrived at the scene.
There were no signs of struggle. It was only because of an odd shoe that was all by its lonesome that I realized it hadn't been a dream. My gaze darted around furiously, where had they gone!
I had already attracted enough attention as it was, so I stepped to the side, out of the guest's line of sight, grabbing the shoe along the way.
I clutched it in my hands, staring at the leather fora long moment before looking up again. There was a kidnapper in the palace!
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There! Don't diiee!!
(January 26, 2016 - 4:39 pm)
Who got kidnapped? Did you have someone in mind, or is someone going to decide their charrie got kidnapped or something?
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Henrietta:
I turn away from the dancer, still enchanted by her peformance. I'm glad she got a chance to perform at the gala. As I turn, I see-
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I'm sorry, I'm not sure how to phrase this. I just can't think of a way to do it. I want to say that she sees the kidnapping (but she's not sure who got kidnapped), but I'm not sure how. So there's the information, I just can't figure out how to say it.
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I supress a shriek and look back at the orchestra, as the next song is starting. I want to tell someone, but I'm not sure who to tell. I don't have very much information anyway - I just saw a scuffle. I glance around the room, searching for someone who would care. I see no guards - they must be somewhere else. Would they believe me, anyway? A kidnapping at a gala - it makes no sense. Unless someone wanted to kidnap one of the royal family, and they thought the crowds would provide cover. But - if a member of the royal family were missing, it would be noticed right away! I might as well forget about it, as there is nothing I can do.
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I seem to be in the mood for using hyphens today.
(January 26, 2016 - 6:32 pm)
Someone was already kidnapped, owo. You can be next. Just read back a little ways.bgdx
(January 26, 2016 - 9:45 pm)
Katy, your name got messed up.
(January 27, 2016 - 9:50 am)
I know, I was too last to fix it Cx
(January 27, 2016 - 2:34 pm)
(January 27, 2016 - 5:26 pm)
Alec got kidnapped first. I'm guessing that's who your charrie saw, Katy?
P.S: Clode says "Yahi." Sounds a bit like the sounds Yoshi makes...
(January 27, 2016 - 4:56 pm)