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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)
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(November 18, 2017 - 9:33 pm)
(November 19, 2017 - 7:46 am)
Agh, I should really RP. It's been so long... I can't right now, though. Maybe later...
Mexi says tuck! I don't know what she means by that, but it's a word.
(November 20, 2017 - 4:22 pm)
Karune~
A movement catches my eye, and I look up to see a wolf enter the cafe.
She looks around, mostly at the customers, and leaves without ordering
anything. I do not doubt that she's seen me.
If she's with the Resistance, she's probably scouting, and me alone in a
cafe almost two days south of where I'm supposed to be is definitely
news. Considering I'm their main source of funding now that Lilly's
gone, they're likely to take action. Or they might not. They didn't do a
thing to protect her. Hardly a one even came to her funeral.
A thought enters my mind like a hidden seed beginning to sprout. It goes
like this: If she's a messenger, she can postpone bringing her news of
me to the Resistance and take a message to my sister.
I immediately banish the notion, but it returns with a lawyer. The
Resistance failed me. They owe me. I've been funding them and doing
paperwork for them and fighting for them, and they go and let my sister
die. And they haven't sent any thanks, not a word. I understand secrecy,
but I've not received so much as a bird with a coded message I can burn
after reading. And not only that, now someone knows I'm here. That wolf
was not here to buy, she was looking for something, maybe for someone.
She saw me. And even if she's not working for the Resistance, she could
be working for Catastrophe, and even if she's not working for anyone, if
the wrong people find her she'll see no harm in talking, in telling
them I was here. No one else will remember me; I'm not being conspicuous
and the staff see dozens if not hundreds of people every day. This
getaway of mine can't last forever, but it shouldn't have to end so
soon.
The thought and its lawyer continue to reason at me, and I can't tune it
out. I don't even know if I want to. I could get in the exact kind of
trouble I don't want. Silencing her permanently--no, it's an assumption,
I made an assumption and acting on it would not be wise. I squash the
thought, and its lawyer, too. But still, someone knows. I can handle
whatever comes, but still.
But still.
(November 21, 2017 - 9:12 pm)
Karune~
I sit for a while, wondering where my chai is. Maybe something happened
to the waitress. Or they ran out of some ingredient and they're getting
more. Or perhaps I've just been spoiled and it takes most people a while
to make a chai. Maybe they're spending a lot of time getting it just
right. I hope they finish soon.
~In case you couldn't tell, I'm copy-and-pasting RPs from the Welcome to RP's... thread. I wonder if this counts as RPing? Probably not.
(November 21, 2017 - 9:13 pm)
Karune~
My chai finally arrives. I take a sip; not bad. A tapping noise comes
from the window nearest me. I look over and see a gold and brown bird.
Surely not a Resistance messenger? Was the wolf that fast? No, the wolf probably wasn't even working for the Resistance. But still, how could
they have found out, and found me? Maybe I should see if the bird is
even a messenger before I jump to conclusions, I chide myself.
I open the window, and the bird falls through. It looks awful, like it's
flown through a storm. It collapses into me, and I carefully feed it a
little of my chai. It's clutching a tiny scroll with my name on it in
capital letters, followed by a heart. My own heart lurches as I think of
Lilly. But she's gone. And she wouldn't have had to send a bird anyway;
we were never far apart.
I relieve the bird of its message and delicately open it.
Dear Karune (and any other family of Lilly);
We send our love and hope that you will recover soon. We know how it feels to have a family member die, and know that if you ever need anything, we are here to help. Lilly was a beautiful, smart, headstrong and funny girl, and her loss is a huge one.
When will the funeral be? We would love to come.
With sorrow,
Cornibus Ales
Aviance Power
Volucris Spiritus
David Caelum
Resistance members. Not a note asking where I am or for me to come back.
It's about Lilly. I stifle the threat of tears rising in my throat.
Check the date. It was sent quite a while ago. The funeral followed not
long after, but it's still too late to attend. Her grave isn't going anywhere, though. They could visit it. I wonder if they'll bring fresh
flowers. The lilies we gave her have probaby died.
If I reply, they won't necessarily know that I'm not home. I wonder how
this bird found me? Hopefully it won't tell. Probably it won't be able
to. I stash the poster and borrow a pen from a cup on the front desk,
write on the back of the note.
Dear friends,
My most sincere thanks for your condolences. I regret to inform you
that by the time this message was received, the funeral had already
passed. You are, however, quite welcome to visit her grave. It is
located in our family cemetery.
Deepest graditude,
Karune Pur Lamour
I fold the letter into an unbloomed lily and place it carefully in my
pack. The messenger bird is in no condition to fly. I take a long sip of
my chai and feed it the rest. Leaving a small tip on my table and
returning the pen, I quietly exit the cafe with the bird concealed in my
hand.
As I walk, I think about names. I feel as though mine doesn't match the
person I am anymore. Karune had a sister. Karune was flinty and brave
and vivid, ready to give everything she had. I have had the part of me
that was Karune torn away and the wound seared. I can't take her name,
first, last or middle. I can't take Lilly's name, that would be too
painful. But I don't want to forget her.
"I used to have a sister," I whisper to no one. "Her name was Lilly. Mine is Rose."
(November 21, 2017 - 9:21 pm)
Okay, I don't know if I RPed this yet, so I'm doing it now just to be safe.
Lycaella~
A few days later, I've found it. It's in some old book of protection spells. It's an older one, I think maybe foreign; one chapter mentioned masking. Anyway. It's a pretty big one, powerful, but also subtle. It can take power from light, so it's self-sufficient and usually placed high up, no one with ill intentions can find it, see it, cross the border of its range... The wording at that part is a little ambiguous, but the book assures that it works very well and you'll be safe from all those who wish you harm, yada yada yada.
So. Just a house. An old house. An old house that used to belong to a powerful, skilled and/or wealthy magic user. Seems like a perfect place to, say, hole up and study magic for days on end, store books and materials, work from. Maybe Nygrune should live there. Maybe it could be a library. Maybe a Resistance base.
I close the book, grab some paper and a pen, write a couple of notes, then head out to find a messenger bird. If the Resistance could use it as a base, they'll want to know.
~Sorry if this was incoherent. It's a little late. Basically Lycaella is going to tell the others she found a safe spot, in case anyone wants to hang out there. It's in Great Forest, right in the center section of Kyngdom.
(November 21, 2017 - 9:46 pm)
Wow, I can definetly see Karune becoming paranoid. This is interesting.
(November 22, 2017 - 10:33 am)
Thanks! It's fun to write.
(November 27, 2017 - 8:01 am)
Viola?, is it just me or did a lot of your posts just get re-posted. I would swear I had seen a post about Karune changing her name before.
(November 23, 2017 - 11:36 am)
Yeah, I copied and pasted a bunch from somewhere else onto here so that I wouldn't have to go thread diving every time I wanted to find them.
(November 27, 2017 - 7:59 am)
Nieke~
"Who are you?"
I look up. Trixie has her knife out and is gazing intently at someone in the trees.
"I'm Norah," the stranger says from beyond the back of Trixie's head. "Norah O'Brien. And may I ask, again, who you are?" I stand on my toes, trying to catch a glimpse of Norah, but I'm too short. Or Trixie's too tall. Maybe both.
"I'm Trixie," Trixie answers cautiously. I step to the side and see that Norah O'Brien is a tall, dark, blue-haired elf girl with an owl on her shoulder and a bow in her hand.
"I'm Nieke, and this is Hazel," I say, pointing at the unconscious girl on the sledge thingy.
"And I'm Ben!" Trixie's brother chirps.
Norah's owl pecks her on the head. "This is my owl, Genesis." Genesis waves. "What happened here?"
"It's a long story, but in a nutshell, we have a friend--Hazel--who needs help," I inform her. "Do you have anything we can use?"
Norah pauses, thinking. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. Do you have a cauldron or anything like that?"
I don't think we do. Cauldrons are really heavy and not practical enough to carry around. I glance at Trixie and Ben anyway to make sure.
"Okay," Norah sighs. I shrug apologetically as she walks over.
~Yeah, this was just an earlier scene I rewrote from Nieke's point of view. I wanted to keep up with the Elites. I think it's around the 25th of September for them? For Rose it's the 24th, and the most recent battle Nygrune fought in was the 26th or 27th. Lycaella's temporal position is variable.
(December 12, 2017 - 9:12 pm)
If anyone needs something for their charries to do, I'd like this magician's-house-in-the-woods thing to go somewhere. Get an RPing partner, if you will.
(December 17, 2017 - 2:18 pm)
Rose is on September 25th now, same as the Elites.
(December 29, 2017 - 5:19 pm)
Just went back and found Lycaella's character sheet. It's from June 7th, so I guess that's roughly when I joined, and it mentions Mrs. Hawthorne, a nosy neighbor... Possible drama to come of that.
(January 3, 2018 - 7:41 pm)