Kyngdom Survival Guide
Welcome to Rp's
Chatterbox: KYNGDOM™ RP Board
Welcome to Rp's
Welcome to Rp's RPing Cafe! Everyone is welcome here. Here are the rules: NO cussing, brawling, maiming, murdering, or kissing in here. Property damage caused by you will be paid for by you. We have a patio if you would like to sit outside. The staff are responsible for your food and nothing else until it gets delivered to you.
Animal Menu
Beverages
Rhubarb tea
Lemonade
Tangerine wine
Juniper berry juice
Coacoa bean froth
Appetizers
Mandrake salad
Mysterio greens salad
Tomato & basil creamed soup
Dandelion soup
Entrees
Fungi plate
Parsley on sauteed mushrooms
Daisy stalks
Wheat tips on a bed of cabbage
Rose and butter sandwich
Desserts
Poppyseed muffin
Kale pie
Oak root beer ice cream float
Berry mix
Human Menu
Beverages
Root beer
Asharian coffee
White/black/green tea
Orange juice
Hot latte
Appetizers
Tomato soup
Chicken noodle soup
Mama's award-winning salad
Mystery meat
Entrees
Bacon strips on basil
Vinegar-dipped beef
Broccoli casserole
Cheese quesidias
Cheeseburger
Ham sandwiches
Shrimp gumbo
Desserts
Vanilla shortcake
Fudgy brownies
Chocolate chip cookies
Strawberry jello
Please notify the staff if there is something that you would like that is not on the menu.
No shirt no service.
We reserve the right to refuse service.
Staff are not responsible for unexplicable murders in the cafe.
Three cheers to Daisy for giving me the idea to do this!
If CEO (me) is captured, please talk to the Vice CEO instead of the CEO about complaints and reviews.
submitted by Random Person, age 1-100, Somewhere
(February 20, 2017 - 12:38 pm)
(February 20, 2017 - 12:38 pm)
You see a flier for a website
This website has stories made by others
One of them is Zekia the Land of Anthros
There are others like Star Wars, Magic towns and others but the list goes on and on.
Will you join?
(Ok cutting to the chase I am trying to revive an old thread of mine [Zekia the Land of Anthros) but I didn't know how, so I decided to put it like a flyer on this thread... of course if RP wants to he can take it off.
But please continue it. It was fun!
Link: http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/inkwell/node/311300
This link us safe admins!
Thank you for your understanding)
(July 25, 2017 - 11:56 pm)
Sibyll~
I was running through the woods, all I could remember was nothing. My long black hair was getting tangled in the branches, and I was sure my pale skinn and blue attire was makinh me stand out.
I eventually spotted a resturaunt and ran inside. I wasnt sure what to order so i jist got a fudgy brownie.
(August 1, 2017 - 7:57 am)
Aw I misspelled just!
(August 2, 2017 - 7:22 am)
(August 2, 2017 - 3:57 pm)
Random person are you still being held by Castophere?
(August 6, 2017 - 11:42 am)
Alexia~
I look at the New visitors, both humans.
I wonder if they have Cyphers.
Unlike me. If they can't understand me, oh well.
I should get going before I'm tempted to spend the rest of my gold at this cafe.
(August 14, 2017 - 7:04 am)
*Static*
Yes! The Decoy Forest! The Decoys! They're made by-
*Loses wifi*
-being interrogate-
-morrow! Catastrophe!-
*radio loses battery*
AUTHORS NOTE: It's up to you guys to decide what the decoys are nade by! Didn't want to be OP.
(August 15, 2017 - 7:12 pm)
Sybill~
I look at the radio. Something bad was going on. I pressed the power button again, out of pure hope, and discovered nothing happened.
Lovely.
I thought about what the message had said. Something about Decoys.
And Catastrophe.
Maybe the decoys were made by Catastrophe!
(August 15, 2017 - 7:54 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.
~Mexi says pkxe. Pixie? Should I make a pixie charrie? No, I have enough charries already. Maybe an NPC-style one, perhaps a manifestation of Mexi. It could be like an interactive webcomic. Hm...
(August 19, 2017 - 7:25 pm)
Alexia~
As I left the cafe, I felt the gaze of the tall armored girl fall on me.
She will most likely assume I'm a scout of some sort. I'm not. I work for myself. I can instantly tell she is someone from the Resistance, but I seriously don't really care. As I leave the cafe, something is telling me I'm forgetting something.
That's when I realize I have no idea where I am...
(August 27, 2017 - 7:37 am)
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.
(August 28, 2017 - 9:15 am)
(I'm not sure what time it was in Kyngdom, but this should be dated two days after Lilly's death... I had forgotten to post it. It must have gotten lost in the mail, I suppose)
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
A tiny, gold and brown Thunderbird taps its beak on the window of the cafe, looking thoroughly winded and haggard. When you open the window, it falls into your lap and sleeps until you feed it some of your tea. You carefully open the note labeled KARUNE with a little heart. Even though it's much too late, you feel maybe a little better knowing that the Resistance just never got word of when the funeral was (?).
(August 28, 2017 - 1:19 pm)
Hmm... Shall we say she died in early September? It's the 24th when the battle everyone's RPing at takes place, and probably the 18th or 20th right now for Karune. Whee, time shenanigans...
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."
(August 29, 2017 - 6:14 pm)
Beautiful post, Viola?.
Also, name twins!
(August 29, 2017 - 9:53 pm)
Thank you! I didn't realize when I posted it that there was another person named Rose. Should I change it?
(August 30, 2017 - 11:00 am)