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Hello, it's me
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Hello, it's me
Hello, it's me again!
This is my first thread, and it's going to focus on my charrie Lycaella, her mom and her friend Nygrune. It's for following our adventures while we're not in a place or situation covered by another thread. 'We' because Ronan has asked to be Nygrune, to which of course I said yes.
Someone (I think Icy) said that B.I.G. and Catstrophe actually dislike each other. It makes sense, so... Just to let you know.
I'll begin where I left off on the Underwater Ball thread, with Lycaella and Nygrune planning to do some spying of a sort. They've asked Lycaella's mom to show them her notes, so I'll fast-forward to that.
Lycaella~
"Oh, so you're giving them their shadows back?"
We are sitting on a rug in my mom's room, reading her notes. I can't make sense of half the words, but she tells Nygrune and I what it means. Apparently, Catastrophe has found a way to separate shadows from their owners' bodies, and to keep him from creating a shadow army and destroying everything, B.I.G. has been researching it. They've managed to figure out how he did it, and are testing ways to reattach the shadows to their owners.
"Well, that's one way of putting it," my mom says. "We believe it will be beneficial to all of Kyngdom."
"I don't really understand this one... How would they sew them back on?" I ask.
"I believe it's with a special sort of thread, Ella," Mom says. "Let's see now..."
Nygrune finds it first. "A needle made from the bone of a magic or mythical being, preferably with thread also made from a magical material."
"Yes," my mom says, "Although personally I think that a binding spell shows more promise." I raise an eyebrow. She doesn't usually like magic this much. Out of nowhere, I yawn. Mom and Nygrune look at me like I'm disrupting something.
"Sorry," I say. "I'm getting kind of tired. You two can keep reading, I don't mind."
My mom nods. I hear her calling after me as I leave the room.
"Remember to brush your teeth!"
~End RP.
It actually is getting kind of late, so I should go. I hope this works out.
submitted by Viola?, age Secret, Secret
(October 16, 2016 - 9:50 pm)
(October 16, 2016 - 9:50 pm)
@Viola?
I just looked at the second page of the RP board and you were the last person to comment on all of them. It looks cool.
(February 11, 2017 - 7:59 pm)
Oh? ...I do post a lot, I guess. XD That's interesting, though.
(February 11, 2017 - 11:11 pm)
It was Wednesday. Wednesday was novel day.
I quickly check my Library mail before heading out of the hotel. The pigeons hadn't come, which either meant that nothing had happened or that something so bad had happened that they couldn't write. I had confidence in Helen, the Second in Command, but I still worried.
No. I thought. This is your time to research, and there is no way that you are going to spoil this place with worrying.
So with that I headed out towards a secluded meadow, stopping under a fir tree.
I liked trees. They were the ones who sacrificed for knowledge, and they did it without receiving anything back. They seemed to have a quiet yet firm spirit, especially conifers.
I started to go through all of the parts of the tree.
It's in it's sporophyte stage. It is a gymnosperm, as well as a seeded vascular. Young cones, the female ones look healthy.
I continued on, running through everything I need about firs. This exercise calmed me down, as well as opened my mind to inspiriation.
Taking out my notebook, I flipped to my most used page. My short story. It was a work in progress, but I felt like when I was done it would be good.
The birds twittered, and the tree cast shadows on the pages. I was happy, and for once I stopped worrying about the Library.
(February 13, 2017 - 8:16 pm)
I'm going to assume that a night, specifically the night that Sprocket, Connie and shadow were woken by the scream and Eliza arrived with the news of Olympia's coming, and your RP takes place early the next morning, if that's okay. This one will also occur at that approximate time.
Lycaella~
I step nervously into the kitchen, where my dad sits at the table, munching on a piece of toast and staring at a mess of papers spilling out from the SOCS file.
"Um... Good morning... Why are you in here? We do have a dining room," I am pleased that barely a hint of my half-smothered anxiety shows in my voice.
"Hm?" My dad jerks his head up, distractedly trying to discreetly cover the paper he's been reading.
"Never mind," I manage a slight smile and take his other arm, pulling him up and towards the living room before he can protest. "There's something I wanted to show you..."
He almost knocks the file to the floor trying to take or hide it, but I move quickly and pretend not to notice, and he fails. I don't see or hear Nygrune slip into the kitchen, but I know he's there. I banish the dozen worries that pop into my head and focus on distracting my dad.
Nygrune~
I listen as Lycaella drags her dad away from the kitchen, wait for them to pass, and sneak in as quietly as I can. I have my new phone silenced and with the camera at the ready. There's no time to waste.
I pull the papers from the file and spread them out on the table as best I can, arranging them so that I can put them back correctly. The seconds tick by all too quickly, but I try to make the most of them. The camera wobbles a bit, but the resolution is good. Despite my hurry and inexpert handling, the pictures of the file's contents should be readable.
CRASH!
I wince at the sound from the living room--something fell, I think, but I don't have time to consider what. I can't dally. Lycaella's voice rises over her dad's exclamations, carrying down the hall to me.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it's okay, we can fix it. It should only take a few minutes to clean up, and then I can get Nygrune from upstairs, he can help with this. I'm sorry, it's okay, right? Sorry..."
I crush the impulse to curse and bite my lip instead. I don't know if I can finish in a few minutes. It's not a thin file. The moments it takes to snap each photo stretch into years, but although I somehow get it done faster than I thought possible, I hear Lycaella fake-quickly walking down the hall before I can finish putting the papers back. I grit my teeth and keep going, carefully replacing every piece to look unmoved as she stops to call back to her dad, passes the doorway, makes it down the hall, pretends to stumble on the stairs. I make a few final adjustments to my work, deem it good enough, and practically fly to where she waits, pushing down the agony of each tiny sound I can't avoid making along the way.
"Oh, here you are," Lycaella says to me, her face saying something very different from her words. "Dad, I found him!" she calls down the stairs.
"What was that crash?" I yawn, donning my mask of feigned ignorance. I listen as she tells me on our way to the living room, turning the phone off and slipping it into my pocket. Mission accomplished.
At least, for now.
(February 15, 2017 - 10:13 pm)
*I'm going to assume that a night, specifically the night that Sprocket, Connie and shadow were woken by the scream and Eliza arrived with the news of Olympia's coming, has passed, and your RP takes place early the next morning, if that's okay. This one will also occur at that approximate time.
(February 17, 2017 - 8:57 am)
Well, that only took a short eternity. XD
Portraits encountered a slight delay owing to my self-imposed need to make a paper chain dragon and jellyfish mobiles for Valentine's Day, but I can post pictures of them if you want.
I've had Birdhouse In Your Soul stuck in my head for a while now. Does anyone else like They Might Be Giants?
(February 15, 2017 - 10:23 pm)
I drew Oxia. I imagine her eye (the red spot) changes color, dims when she's asleep (if she sleeps), and goes black if she breaks or something. The actual picture is literally the size of my thumbnail.
Elliot, is this how all Scions look?
(February 16, 2017 - 7:52 pm)
I have never heard of They Might Be Giants. What genre? Also, I like your scion.
(February 16, 2017 - 10:28 pm)
I think They Might Be Giants would be classified as rock? I'm not sure. I'm bad at identifying music genres. Also, thank you!
(February 17, 2017 - 8:56 am)
Where has everybody disappeared to? I suppose it's busy enough, but normally I would expect a flood of comments on a Saturday since everyone suddenly has time to write them. Or maybe everyone is doing other things? Like drawing. I should be drawing right now. I am procrastinating drawing by posting. I am going to go draw now. Goodnight and goodbye! I would say good night in Finnish, too, but I don't have the letters for it on this keyboard. Okay, okay, I'm going! :P
(February 18, 2017 - 10:45 pm)
I recommend the song "sorry for not answering the phone, i'm too busy trying to fly away" by in love with a ghost. It's a wordless song for random quiet happy or background music.
Mexi says miko, which I think is a Japanese name?
(February 19, 2017 - 11:17 am)
This is roughly how I imagine Lycaella's kitchen to look something like. The observer is glancing in the doorway, the frame of which blocks your view of whatever's to the right of the chair and stove. Probably a fridge and/or a toaster and some more cabinets and drawers.
(February 19, 2017 - 11:41 am)
Oh, and there are windows on the left.
(February 21, 2017 - 9:47 am)
Whisp, would it be okay if Nygrune and Lycaella accompanied you back to SailHaven to confirm hypothetical rumors about the Resistance's dissolve?
(February 21, 2017 - 9:52 am)
Splendid idea Viola? I think that I could do that, and it would allow me a chance to get to know Lycaella and Nygrune better. Do you want me to RP it?
(February 21, 2017 - 8:44 pm)