: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MAqkPZ4V,comment-id=01bd00000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-09-09T10:21:41.923+0000) > > The performer's eyes that were occasionally looking at the woman then back at the twisted and rugged path suddenly began focusing on the top of the Vastayan's hood. After a solid second of staring, the two golden orbs returned to its previous actions and her movements began to relax again. She would remain silent, mulling over the other's words even after the scenery had changed. Her gait would quickly change to a quicker but less steady one. The woman would stare up at the sky, then the sun for a moment before looking back forward as well as beginning to speak. "Indeed. It's been quite some time since I've walked in forests, and the sands of Shurima feel much more like home than this... Ah, if you'll excuse me for a second." > > The performer would take out a flask from one of her many pouches to her belt hidden by the brick red cloak. The masked woman would open the flask before lifting the bottom of her mask up lightly with her right hand. Just for a second, if the Vastayan was paying attention, they could notice the burn that covered the lower parts of their face and lips as well as a vertical scar covering a large part of the left part of the lip - likely at least a few years, if not decades, old. The performer would then turn away from Ahri, taking a short swig from the flask. Sighing happily, she would close up the flask, then place it back onto its usual place on her body. "Much better. As for magic, I suppose so, though as one could likely guess, research doesn't exactly pay. Hence what I do for a living." > > She would stop speaking for a second before looking at the other woman and speaking yet again. "Say, could I ask what you do then? I would presume the amount of information I've divulged at least warrants that. Though, if you wished not to, I wouldn't push for it. Whatever you're hiding, your intentions don't seem malicious and I'd hate to lose the good will of my guide." Ahri continued her to make her way along the more used path, making sure not to outpace her new acquaintance, all the while still listening. "I can't imagine what an ocean of sand would be like, but very hot comes to mind, and that doesn't sound pleasant to me at all." There was a very slight, almost unnoticeable shuffle under her coat, as her tails coiled at the thought. "Mm?" Ahri came to a stop, and she glanced back over her shoulder. "Is something wrong?" Of course, it only took a few more moments before she understood why. What she didn't expect, was her to lift her mask with Ahri looking, even if it was only just a little. The fox's keen eyes could make out every detail revealed, including her burns, and lengthy scar. Only after offering her a peek, did Fien turn away, leaving Ahri to wonder if she'd done so on purpose. "My occupation? I don't really have one, I live by myself, and take care of myself. There are occasional times I need to visit villages or towns to buy supplies I can't easily acquire myself. But people are always nice, and willing to help." Ahri wondered if that last sentence was pushing it too much, but if she said nothing, Fien would be left to wonder how she made any money to buy any goods in the first place.
> [{quoted}](name=Foxfire Ahri,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MAqkPZ4V,comment-id=01c7,timestamp=2018-09-25T12:59:37.673+0000) > > Ahri And indeed, it was pushing it. Fien would keep on walking just as always, but her tone was inquisitive, curious, but almost hostile all at once when she spoke up. "Yet, without occupation, one would not have the gold - or usually goods - to buy or barter what you require. Your form, your movements don't exactly convey that you are a hunter, nor do your hands and what I have seen of your body has shown the signs of hard, grueling work. You claim your magic unremarkable, nothing special. Thus you likely could not sell your magic as a service. This would be fine, if you didn't look groomed, and your facial features carried blemishes that come from years of living in the wilds. Your clothing behind that cloak is too precious, too costly for a normal woman to own - much less wear on a casual day. You are much like noblewoman or a performer rather than one who survives in the woods. So if you claim to be a vagrant, what can you tell me to convince me of it? And what of the unhealthy amount of magic that surrounds you - and resides within you? Masked it may be by the richness of the lands' own magic, but it is there, and it is bountiful." Fien would face Ahri properly, showing that the performer's eyes were lightly glowing, and emitting a weak presence of magic. She would stop for a second, then speak yet again, but with the practiced tone she used before. "But, you don't owe me anything. If you don't want to say, you can change the topic. It's not my job to pry people's secrets, it's just that your words and actions are contrary to each other. At times. It pays, and keeps safe to be wary. I swear upon my master's grave that I will reciprocate whatever honesty I receive - and that I won't prosecute you for staying mysterious."
CFProxy (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001d00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-09-17T04:58:01.811+0000) > > > Twilight Elf _Whisp seemed quiet through it all, although by the end her worried look just seemed a more exhausted expression as she slowly took the glass and gently gripped the straw. She sighed briefly, reflecting on the chaos of her adventures. She began to speak before being interrupted by the sounds of Rodet being tickled up against the counter which lead to both of the other members laughing as they fought to trigger their sensitive spots on the counter for a moment before falling to the floor. She watched them for a moment, smiling at their innocent fun before looking back to Tear._ "Well, I don't really know where to start regarding immortal-" _As the doors slammed open Nyvorlas rushed through wearing some Victorian get up. He rushed his way to the back._ "I'll be a moment, Tear!" _The elf roared before vanishing._ _Blinking again Whisp breathed in and continued._ "I don't know how to become immortal and I don't know if even Master Nyvorlas would share that kind of information. I'd love to have children one day but I don't know who to even marry but... fun? I could try that, I suppose... You said two of them?" _She would ask, taking a sip before coughing a little bit and placing her hand against her chest as if to push the alcohol back down. After a brief pause she breathed in and began sucking harshly on the straw, causing it to fold inward frequently as she tried to slam it down with it tasting better with every push and the smell of the drink penetrating her nostrils by the second._
> [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001d000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-09-17T05:46:25.254+0000) > > Whispa Tear would begin to clean up her supplies, cleaning those that were dirtied and putting all the tools away. At this time, she would merely look up once when Nyvorlas entered for a brief moment, then again when the other woman began drinking away at the drink. "...You know, you're not exactly supposed to be drinking that so quickly. It's not good wine, but you're drinking it down like you've been deprived of water for a day or two. I did say you should get smashed, but I don't recommend blacking out. This may be a clean city, but there are some unsavory folk still. Buuuuut, that's something you can decide. Or your friends. Just forget the things that worry you and have some fun for a bit. Go find a hobby. You know, whatever the heck keeps you entertained." She would put away the final tool that she had out, which prompted her to look at Whisp yet again. "You're still young, so you need to experience as much as you can, so that you won't regret the decisions and the actions that you've taken in your life, or at least minimize it."
CFProxy (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001d000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-05-22T01:54:08.639+0000) > > Late as heck reply "I've been quite curious of what I'll do once Claine is gone. While the man has driven me crazy in the past he has also been quite the help to me in times past. I value his friendship and his loyalty to me but he's very distraught about things he doesn't always feel comfortable talking about. I think that something other than age is killing him beyond his prime as I've met other humans who live past 40. We were tasked with looking for something to help end a three way war and restore harmony to humans and elves but after all of our adventures I can't feel as though we've gotten nowhere and Claine may be out of time. If you were in my position, sister, what would you do?"
> [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001d0000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-09-15T21:05:17.802+0000) > > Yeet The blonde bartender would begin to move as the other blonde began to speak, crouching down and putting up some supplies, namely some citrus, mints, bottles, cups, and a small bowl that looked like it contained white sugar onto the table. While the other spoke, she would first lightly rub a lime on the table surface, before cutting it up into wedges. In a tall glass, she would deposit the sugar, a good few wedges of lime, and mint. With a small glow, a small, but long tool would appear on the bartender's hand, which she used to muddle the ingredients in the glass. "Well, there's always killing a deity, taking their divinity, achieving apotheosis, then sharing the power with him." The bartender would stop muddling, putting away the tool into seemingly nothing. She would put her hand just above the rim of the glass, then the glass would fill with rough ice cubes. "But, that's probably not an option, and I don't think that's how it works here." She would grab the bottles and fill the glass with a significant fills of three different liquids, two clear, and one orange. "Honestly, if you're not going to find a way to fix him from dying, you should simply steel your heart and know that the passing of a single person is not the end of the world." The bartender would shove a mixing glass onto the glass with all the ingredients, slapping it down to make sure it was sealed properly. "It is okay to mourn, to feel sadness, but to be hindered by a loss would be the last thing your loved ones and friends would want." She would begin to shake the two connected glasses rigorously, going for a few dozen, extended seconds. "Just learn to have some fun, and that you can't always succeed. Also, get hitched with someone, that helps a lot." She would remove the mixing glass, then pour it onto a clean, clear, tall glass and place a straw into it. She would push the glass towards the other blonde while cleaning up. "On the house. Drink a few of those and you'll be smashed to high heavens and have a godawful hangover the next day."
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MAqkPZ4V,comment-id=01bd000000000000,timestamp=2018-08-08T16:42:39.972+0000) > > Almost immediately after the vastayan had finished speaking, the performer spoke up, while ducking under yet another branch. "Yes, but no. All magic must be handled with caution, but the amount of control and knowledge required depends on the different types of magic. For example, the manipulation of flame is indefinitely simpler than the manipulation of a fundamental force of the universe, or one of the laws of the universe. To destroy life is much, much easier, than it is to create life. It may take the same amount of mana to accomplish feats of either type of magic to accomplish the same task, but the amount of control needed will be different." At this point, her speech slowly laxed, becoming more and more natural, rather than practiced. She spoke, not like a performer, but rather as just a person. > > "Bringing this conversation to soul magic, it would be classified as one of the harder forms of magic to learn, and much harder to master. The soul is fickle, everchanging, and unique. One soul is never the same as another, at least to a degree. This makes anyone who is not inherently capable of reading the soul to have trouble grasping the usage of the magic. Unlocking the secrets of the soul can be both a sacred and taboo art. After all, they can both be used to guide - or twist those around them. I-" The masked woman would pause abruptly in her speech, obviously holding herself back. "...Look at me speak. It has been quite some time since I could talk about my true passion. Enough that I spoke more than I need to off into a direction that did not even concern the discussion at hand. My apologies." > > The performer would stop speaking, seemingly not acknowledging the last question. Whether it is intentional, or due to her excitement of the talk of magic would be one for the vastayan to figure out. Ahri nodded her head, and wiggled her ears under her hood. "Oh, you needn't hold back for me, I like hearing stories, especially when it's something uncommon. Topics like this can be fascinating and I've been told I'm a good listener." Ahri said with a smile, even though Fein couldn't see her face. "It seems like you have a lot to say about a broad range of magic - you must have spent a lot of time researching and learning all this." While the path Ahri had taken her new acquaintance was rough, and wild, it was also direct. It wasn't much longer until the pair came upon a more well traveled, and maintained road, peeking into view from between the leaves and branches of their overgrown path. The road was still made of dirt, but there was obviously an effort made to keep the shrubbery from consuming it. "Mmm, here we are. I'm sure you'd rather travel by a road, than clamber your way around all those trees and bushes." Ahri dismissed Fein's ignoring of her question. Whatever her reason, she doubted raising it again would have any benefit for her so soon. Perhaps she could try again later, if they were still talking.
> [{quoted}](name=Foxfire Ahri,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MAqkPZ4V,comment-id=01bd0000000000000000,timestamp=2018-09-08T03:14:46.274+0000) > > Ahri The performer's eyes that were occasionally looking at the woman then back at the twisted and rugged path suddenly began focusing on the top of the Vastayan's hood. After a solid second of staring, the two golden orbs returned to its previous actions and her movements began to relax again. She would remain silent, mulling over the other's words even after the scenery had changed. Her gait would quickly change to a quicker but less steady one. The woman would stare up at the sky, then the sun for a moment before looking back forward as well as beginning to speak. "Indeed. It's been quite some time since I've walked in forests, and the sands of Shurima feel much more like home than this... Ah, if you'll excuse me for a second." The performer would take out a flask from one of her many pouches to her belt hidden by the brick red cloak. The masked woman would open the flask before lifting the bottom of her mask up lightly with her right hand. Just for a second, if the Vastayan was paying attention, they could notice the burn that covered the lower parts of their face and lips as well as a vertical scar covering a large part of the left part of the lip - likely at least a few years, if not decades, old. The performer would then turn away from Ahri, taking a short swig from the flask. Sighing happily, she would close up the flask, then place it back onto its usual place on her body. "Much better. As for magic, I suppose so, though as one could likely guess, research doesn't exactly pay. Hence what I do for a living." She would stop speaking for a second before looking at the other woman and speaking yet again. "Say, could I ask what you do then? I would presume the amount of information I've divulged at least warrants that. Though, if you wished not to, I wouldn't push for it. Whatever you're hiding, your intentions don't seem malicious and I'd hate to lose the good will of my guide."
Rioter Comments
: Kanyuki Flower Festival (Open-RP)
Weeks ago, before the festival began in earnest, [Haruko](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DcD9KCPDQ4Q1gJmZLpuWvcZpCP2Cd4vjsIVAnuLCwS4/edit?usp=sharing) arrived to the town of Kanyuki, a place that she and her late father had visited on the way to help repel the Noxian invasion so many years ago. Those many years back, she had been able to participate in the flower viewing festival which had left an impression on her. Years after the war and subsequent bout of wandering about the mainland, Haruko returned. Talking to those involved in the festival and of the town itself, she was able to help out in the preparation for the festival as well as signing up to perform in a martial arts show if there was an issue or a need for a user of the naginata. As well, she volunteered to be an unofficial guard for the coming weeks and the festival itself, though the town didn't seem to reinforce discipline from her when she was on duty. With that, she was able to secure herself free food and drink not only for those weeks, but for the festival itself, something that she hadn't originally intended on. In the present day, Haruko drank from a lacquered wood cup with some of the elderly from the town, speaking rapidly in Ionian with and among them, occasionally laughing with them. During the preparations, she had found their company rather compelling and joined them in their post-work gatherings, exchanging stories and listening to their wisdom. Once in a while, they would grow silent and watch the fall of the cherry blossoms, looking from the terrace of the building they were in. They didn't seem to mind that the woman was still wearing her dou-maru and the myriad of weaponry - after all, she was supposed to be working as a guard. Few more minutes of drinking and talking later, one of the elderly men would start shooing away the woman in Ionian, saying something about youth in a low, but firm voice. With a nod, then an ungraceful chug of her drink, Haruko would stand up without a hint of fatigue or inebriation and pick up her sheathed naginata. Bowing to the older men and women that shared a drink with her, the Ionian woman would then leave the terrace. Surrounded by a slight smell of floral alcohol, the armed woman began to walk about, either to find something to eat, find someone to talk to... or share yet another drink with someone else.
: Idle time poll
While I think I myself would be on most occasions be fine with having a week time period to post as a campino, I don't think reducing the number of days before being striked would be a sound decision. While it would move RP along faster, which could potentially remove some stagnation in RP between two fellow champion roleplayers, I think it would infringe on the fact the roleplay is a hobby and not a job. While having the sole claim over a champion is definitely a responsibility that should be taken with care and decorum, the line between a pleasure activity and obligation activity should be kept separate. About being able to post on the go and slam out posts, I can't speak for anyone else, but I don't want to do that. At all. When I post on the forums, I want to post on my computer with a drink at hand and music on so that I can create the best content I can make at the time. I don't doubt that you can achieve that quality on mobile - it's that *I* can't. And because of that, roleplay is a time consuming activity where a single post may take 30 minutes or 3 hours or even more depending on what must go on said post. And if you live on a filled schedule, due to say, school or a job or both, it gets increasingly taxing to keep up in correspondence to the amount of time allotted for one to do so. Also, I realize that it's a little less formal, but there are definitely times where I get writer's block and I get stuck on what I need to, or want to write. Edit: Also, you sorta skipped the discussion before the vote thing, but I guess we're having it here. That and the choices are presented in an obviously bias way. Just uh, just saying.
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MAqkPZ4V,comment-id=01bd0000,timestamp=2018-06-19T04:09:57.451+0000) > > At this point, the performer would have both her hands behind her back, the right hand holding her left. Once in a while, she would seem to lose balance a little, but right her posture nearly instantly. Though, she seemed a little annoyed by the constant amount of small branches and low hanging leaves that tended to interfere with her walk due to her upright posture and decent height. She would hold up her right hand and chop at yet another especially low branch. The hit branch would easily give way and snap, leaving the path open for the masked woman. For that slight moment, the activation and execution of magic could be felt, but not seen. The moment after the chop had landed, the brief blip of magical signature disappeared from the senses. > > Continuing with her walk, she would begin to speak again, only repeating the previous action whenever there were obstacles she could not avoid by walking over or ducking under. "Manipulation of the soul is a branch of magic that one likely will never explore much into due to its precarious nature. Messing with the soul can lead to quite adverse side effects, and not just for the subject of the magic but the user as well. The soul is what makes a being that particular being, along with the body. To gain another would change you indelibly, to lose yours would turn you into nothing but a shell, and to manipulate it would change that particular soul irreparably. Thus, it's better to not learn it at all, or learn it carefully, unless it's so well attuned to you that it feels natural." Chopping yet another branch with ease, the woman would continue her talk after a brief pause. "Of course, the layman will never even come across soul magic, much less have the chance to learn it, and even less likely to be attuned to it." > > "As for the equipment I carry, I carry them because they are practical and carry sentimental value. My face is burned and scarred, my arms bear signs of battle while my hands do not. The robe keeps me from the sun, and keeps me warm during the night. I keep it to remind myself of his goal, but I need not mourn his loss. He has passed, and he had passed with not many regrets. It wouldn't be proper if I held onto much regret over him myself." (( The boards ate my reply, and I never noticed! I tried to re-do it from memory, but it doesn't seem as good this time around :( )) Ahri paid little heed to the small, magical bursts that her traveling companion was giving off, a slight augment to the blade for easier cutting perhaps. Her attention was focused more on their conversation, and the unusual turn it had taken. Again, she considered her words carefully. This seemed like an odd topic to discuss with a stranger, even one who displayed some degree of skill in magic. Was Fein hinting to something? Did she know, or somehow sense what Ahri could do? And if so, would she consider it a form of soul magic? She did admit to herself that her stolen memories were always at a risk of becoming muddle with her own, and there were some things she couldn't be sure if she did, or if they were just someone else's memory. Though having never left Ionia helped her separate others, memories of arctic tundras, and barren deserts were definitely not hers. A brief thought crossed her mind, she wondered what Fien's memories might be like, what might be hidden beneath that mask. With a hint of a smile prying the corners of her lips, she spoke. "While those sound like wise words, would you not say the same for all kinds of magic? Being cautions with a force like that, no matter its origin seems like what any intelligent mage would do. Taking for granted a power that isn't part of you is dangerous route." While she was almost reluctant to shift subjects, being more interested in Fein's reply to their discussion on magic, she decided to be polite, with a hint of her own curiosity. "Would you mind telling me what happened to your face? Is that a scar from battle too?"
> [{quoted}](name=Foxfire Ahri,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MAqkPZ4V,comment-id=01bd00000000,timestamp=2018-07-13T04:42:28.554+0000) > > Ahri Almost immediately after the vastayan had finished speaking, the performer spoke up, while ducking under yet another branch. "Yes, but no. All magic must be handled with caution, but the amount of control and knowledge required depends on the different types of magic. For example, the manipulation of flame is indefinitely simpler than the manipulation of a fundamental force of the universe, or one of the laws of the universe. To destroy life is much, much easier, than it is to create life. It may take the same amount of mana to accomplish feats of either type of magic to accomplish the same task, but the amount of control needed will be different." At this point, her speech slowly laxed, becoming more and more natural, rather than practiced. She spoke, not like a performer, but rather as just a person. "Bringing this conversation to soul magic, it would be classified as one of the harder forms of magic to learn, and much harder to master. The soul is fickle, everchanging, and unique. One soul is never the same as another, at least to a degree. This makes anyone who is not inherently capable of reading the soul to have trouble grasping the usage of the magic. Unlocking the secrets of the soul can be both a sacred and taboo art. After all, they can both be used to guide - or twist those around them. I-" The masked woman would pause abruptly in her speech, obviously holding herself back. "...Look at me speak. It has been quite some time since I could talk about my true passion. Enough that I spoke more than I need to off into a direction that did not even concern the discussion at hand. My apologies." The performer would stop speaking, seemingly not acknowledging the last question. Whether it is intentional, or due to her excitement of the talk of magic would be one for the vastayan to figure out.
leirynot (NA)
: "Oh..." She frowned slightly, seemingly unhappy that Petrin took on such an uncomfortable form despite the fact that it was not currently necessary. "Is it.... always?" She asks, pausing a moment then trying to clarify. "Always.... cramped... or mmm... just... when changing?" She asks her. She looked back to the meat while she waited for a response. It would take a bit of time to cook. She turned back to Petrin and pat a spot next to her, wanting the dragon to sit with her. Based on previous interactions, the other woman would no doubt be able to guess the fact that Almyra would lean on her the moment she was in the proper position. She got lonely in her wandering and having someone to hug and snuggle up to was a welcome change. She would also ask Petrin to tell her more about dragons, whatever she would like to tell. If Petrin chose not to sit with the small woman, she would just go back to focusing on cooking the meat, somewhat disappointed.
> [{quoted}](name=leirynot,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aoVZsOqA,comment-id=0039,timestamp=2018-07-09T01:42:43.698+0000) > > Almy And expect she did. The draconic being wouldn't shy away from the other woman, allowing her to shift close to her and snuggle. Patiently, Petrin listened, still wiping herself down with the giant leaf. After a few seconds of thinking, she would speak once more. "Always. I lived quite a long time in a larger body, one that is anatomically, magically, and fundamentally different than the human form. The capabilities of an untrained human and an untrained dragon is inherently different, and the directions my mind goes to are, of course, different than a human's. Thus, being in this form brings constant pain. But," the green haired woman would look at Almy with a smile, slightly offset by the dried, caked blood on her form, "this bondage is necessary if I were to mingle with your kind. The land where magic flows free has come to peace with the existence of my kind, but everywhere else is not so accepting. Not only so, but to turn human quiets my urges to run rampant, to destroy." "I suppose that's a good segway to what our race is, and what we do." The green haired merchant would frown without a shred of deceit, her eyes returning to the fire in front of her. "I know not our origin, but I know that my ancestors were from the First Lands. However, do not mistake. Because I am docile... domesticated, that does not mean my race is inclined to peace. My own kin raided your race along with our inferior relatives, the wyverns. We are beasts, thriving on the urges of survival and pleasure."
Kameil (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=0005000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-21T03:59:23.754+0000) > > 2 weeks later. Hearing her situation didn't really help his conscious, but later hearing that she didn't really like bearing her skin made him nod, deciding not to go further than that. His eyes lowered to see a tiny view of the woman's legs. It was pale enough to make him think it would damage easily under the sun. Kameil soon spoke again after nodding, "Well perhaps you can use this chance to prepare mentally. I know I would like to eventually dip into the water before this day ends."
> [{quoted}](name=Kameil,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=00050000000000000000,timestamp=2018-07-03T08:28:26.665+0000) > > Kamool The masked woman would seem to mull this over for a few seconds, seemingly giving the suggestion a good thought. Slowly, she would reach to her hood, then pull it down. First thing that would be most noticeable would be the plain, brunette hair sitting on her head. The second thing would be the gruesome looking burn scars that peeked out at the top right edge of the mask, extending into the hairline. The woman herself would lift her hair out of her robes, revealing its plain, but long style. It flowed gently against the sea breeze, glistening from the sun's rays. Still, she wouldn't move to remove her mask, nor her robes. Evidently, she wasn't comfortable enough. "Perhaps. It is, after all, a rare chance to enjoy a vacation without the issue of expense. To be unable to enjoy it would be rather boorish, especially when it's of my own accord... Though, it is still a daunting task."
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-23T14:55:39.091+0000) > > Evain rolled her eyes at Petrin before sitting up "You know I'ma still do it, I love doing stuff to get everyone's attention. Just gotta scope out what it is firs'. Also... Y'know what that's the closest you've gotten to a sincere apology on the first try so I'll le' it go this time love." She said, leaning forward and lightly tipping her large hat off her head, the feather on top almost comically swaying around as she did. While her hair would still not be visible, somehow an entire picnic basket would slide out and land onto the picnic blanket "Don' ask how, a performer has ta keep their secrets."
> [{quoted}](name=EirikaIsMyWaifu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=00020000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000003,timestamp=2018-06-28T18:47:21.980+0000) > > Evain Petrin's face hid nothing, unlike her usual demeanor where she keeps a neutral expression and seems rather poised at any given time - unless she was with Petrin. However, the emotion being laid bare was a negative one, her face expressing as if she was bothered and tired. And due to her true weight, Evain would have no success in lifting her up. With a grandiose sigh, she would finally respond to her partner. "Do... whatever it is you need to do. I'll find someone to talk to after a bit more time in the sun. Just don't get lost or follow a stranger, okay? And don't eat too much. And don't touch magical objects too freely." After that, Petrin returned to lazing about in the sun, basking in its warmth and the warmth of the sand below that radiated onto the picnic blanket.
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-23T14:55:39.091+0000) > > Evain rolled her eyes at Petrin before sitting up "You know I'ma still do it, I love doing stuff to get everyone's attention. Just gotta scope out what it is firs'. Also... Y'know what that's the closest you've gotten to a sincere apology on the first try so I'll le' it go this time love." She said, leaning forward and lightly tipping her large hat off her head, the feather on top almost comically swaying around as she did. While her hair would still not be visible, somehow an entire picnic basket would slide out and land onto the picnic blanket "Don' ask how, a performer has ta keep their secrets."
> [{quoted}](name=EirikaIsMyWaifu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=00020000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001,timestamp=2018-06-26T06:20:16.715+0000) > > Evain Petrin rubbed her face as if troubled, looking slightly more tired than before as the hand slid down slowly. After a short groan, then a sigh, the green haired woman would mimic her partner's motions, grabbing a sandwich from the picnic basket. The difference was the pace at which she ate. Instead of taking bites out of the sandwich, she would tear into the sandwich, splitting it in half in one go. After only a few chews, she would already return to biting into the food in her hands. Within moments, the jeweler finished eating the apparently small amount of food that she had picked out. Looking satisfied, the woman would finally respond while licking off the food residue on her hands. "Well, there's the folks that seem ready to fight each other. Though I'm not very much interested in talking to them since, well, you know. They look ready to fight. There's the obviously magical people about that don't seem to be too keen on obscuring themselves. Then there's the giant metal ship with the void in magic that you wanted to go see. Dragons. That's what catches my eye."
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-23T14:55:39.091+0000) > > Evain rolled her eyes at Petrin before sitting up "You know I'ma still do it, I love doing stuff to get everyone's attention. Just gotta scope out what it is firs'. Also... Y'know what that's the closest you've gotten to a sincere apology on the first try so I'll le' it go this time love." She said, leaning forward and lightly tipping her large hat off her head, the feather on top almost comically swaying around as she did. While her hair would still not be visible, somehow an entire picnic basket would slide out and land onto the picnic blanket "Don' ask how, a performer has ta keep their secrets."
> [{quoted}](name=EirikaIsMyWaifu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=0002000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-24T00:05:17.483+0000) > > Evain Hearing the other woman, Petrin would yet again give another pout, even bigger than last time. In stark contrast to her professional tone and words that she so often utilizes day to day, the green haired woman looked as though her guard was finally down for a bit. Bits of strange features were visible on close inspection, such as the serpentine eyes that normally would be hidden by layers of thin illusions and suggestive magic. Still, to anyone else not closely inspecting her, she looked much like a regular person minus the green hair. Even with the display of 'magic', the woman didn't seem quite impressed or surprised, keeping her pout. "I can be quite sincere when I want, or need to be. You know that. No need to tease me even more."
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=0002000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-21T03:16:41.275+0000) > > Evain rolled her eyes "Living quietly is the opposite of what you're doing if yer travellin' with me still. Unless you're just hoping I'll overshadow ya' in which case I can always make a -bigger- scene." Evain sat up with a yawn gazing around the beach. Her ears swiveled around, keying in on nearby conversations as her tail stretched out for a second before returning to it's neutral, swaying state. Evain yawned "I dunno, I may have brought the picnic basket, but that comes down ta if you are gonna apologize for nearly choking me over a little joke love."
> [{quoted}](name=EirikaIsMyWaifu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=00020000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-22T03:02:08.961+0000) > > Evain The green haired woman next to Evain would close her eyes and give out a grandiose sigh, something unexpected from a young woman. Rather, it felt more fitting to attribute it to an old woman. Petrin would stop lazily kicking her legs up and down while laying down before laying up. She would maintain her gaze at the cat eared bard, even though her eyes were closed. Opening them slowly and deliberately, the jeweler gave Evain a small pout before speaking. "You don't have to go out of your way to overshadow my actions. Your mere presence and how you carry yourself very much overshadow me just fine on a daily basis, as well as my jewelry. No need to go overboard and do something overly attention gathering for no reason... Not that I can really stop you, nor will I stop you. Just don't expect me to be too happy about it if you do. And I am..." Petrin would pause to give a small groan before resuming again, "sorry for choking you. It's a little hard not to go overboard. I thought I was only applying a small amount of pressure, but I keep neglecting the fact that my small doesn't exactly equate to your small."
Kameil (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=00050000,timestamp=2018-06-20T04:27:06.197+0000) > > Oh no, a reply. Perfume? Would people wear perfume to the beach? It didn't seem like such a good idea unless that person didn't plan on going into the water. Kameil wasn't sure but he'd thought to see who would likely wear it. He looked towards the water as he walked, scanning the beach to see who it could be, yet there were many possibilities. Maybe he walked by someone and the scent lingered? He turned left to look behind, noticing the boot marks first before a bit of the red robe was caught on the corner of his eye. There was a quick step back as he instinctively held his book away. She didn't seem to have any bad intent. Maybe just curious... Perhaps too curious to calm him. Though she really didn't look like she was dressed for the beach... Kameil looked at his grimoire and decided to give her an answer, "I feel more at ease if it's on me. Let's me review anything I've written down in case a momentary lapse occurs." A short and solid answer he figured that should satisfy most people. Maybe it's time to start with a simple question, "You don't seem rather prepared for the beach. Are you comfortable wearing those in the heat?"
> [{quoted}](name=Kameil,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=000500000000,timestamp=2018-06-21T01:39:22.038+0000) > > Oh yes, a reply. The eyes housed within the slits of the mask would squint a little, likely scanning the man some more now that he had faced her properly. Still, it at least seemed as though the masked woman was hearing him out properly. After the elven man finished his bit, the robed woman shook her head lightly before speaking once more. "Oh, no, I'm sweating a little in this. It's hot out, and the fact that my robes are intended to weigh me down doesn't much help to alleviate said heat. The mask, even though enchanted to allow me to breathe easily, is also sort of getting in the way. It is keeping me out of the sun's glare however, and I am dressed properly for the beach inside the robes. I'm simply not... exactly the type to bare much of my skin, usually. I'm still deciding whether or not I want to take a dip in the water at any point." The woman would part the lower part of her robes just a little, enough to show her feet and a bit of her legs. The woman would be wearing sandals - which didn't match up with the boot marks that were left behind. Smooth and somewhat pale, yet also deceptively muscular, it was evident that her skin didn't see much exposure, even if her body saw much exercise or strain. Letting the robes fall back into its original position, she would speak once more. "As such. I'm physically ready for this, just not... mentally."
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=00020000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-20T04:37:47.933+0000) > > "Hey, hey, hey, hey! Little tight there lizard-lover." Evain said, her body tightening a little bit. As the woman let go of her she brushed her clothes with a slightly upset look on her face "C'mon there, ya know i'm just teasing there's no need to attempt to crush me Petrin. Plus, thought it'd be a chance ta let yourself be outa this form for a bit considerin'... well I mean people ain't freakin' out about her and that's kinda close." Evain said picking her finger up and pointing towards Sjach "I mean ya'd be bigger but..." The bard shrugged before flopping back down onto her friend's blanket and crossing her legs.
> [{quoted}](name=EirikaIsMyWaifu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=000200000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-20T21:12:43.886+0000) > > Evain The green haired woman would lay stomach down on the blanket to the right of her companion, looking very slightly tired as she let out a grand sigh. Resting her head on her own arms, she looked at her friend by tilting her head to the left. She would kick her legs up and down slowly and lazily, basking in the warmth of the sand and air. "You know I can always go to Freljord whenever I want to rampage about a little. I have that little alcove and everything, and if I get hungry, I can always snatch some mountain goats. And while yes, Ionia is a land that accepts many magical creatures and even houses talking dragons, you know I don't exactly want to be regarded as a magical creature. While I may not sound like it sometimes, I do want to just live my life quietly among people. Transforming just defeats that purpose." Petrin would poke Evain lazily on the side after a few seconds, as if she had remembered something after her little speech. "Did we bring the picnic basket? I was so caught up with the axe that I don't remember if we left it at the hotel or not."
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=000200000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-19T09:03:53.413+0000) > > Evain sighed and leaned into Petrin "But I feel sick and if it's unmagical it'll make me stop having my stomach churn like my intestines are attempting to skyrocket out my mouth." She said with crossed arms. The tail on the back of the bard flicked somewhat annoyed, though mostly with the feeling she was getting. It wasn't actually going to be harmful but it sure seemed to anger her. The bard tilted her hat down slightly over her face. After the grip tightened Evain stopped for a second before looking at Petrin "Listen darlin', I know you're obsessed wit' me an' all but you're hugging a bit tight there. Plus, why wait when ya can just fly me there." Evain gave Petrin a wink with that statement, knowing just how much this teasing got to her draconic friend "Or is this all a stunt to get a kiss from the little mortal bard friend of yours?"
> [{quoted}](name=EirikaIsMyWaifu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=0002000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-20T02:00:39.103+0000) > > Evain With a smiling face, she would begin to push herself onto Evain more, now having both her arms around the fully clothed woman. Though it looked to bystanders as though the tailed woman was being hugged by the green haired woman, the pressure on the bard's neck would have become even more intensified, becoming more and more uncomfortable as time passes. She would speak, and her tone would harshly clash against the smiling face of the woman. "You know, you can be quite cute and endearing most of the time, but I do very much abhor when you act so coy and as if you don't know I don't like being found out. I would like for you to stop being ridiculous now. We can go to the boat when it docks, and we can pinpoint what's causing it to become absorbent of magic so it doesn't suddenly deprive us of all our magic and potentially harm us. Okay?" Petrin let go of the other woman, and the jeweler began to put her own hair back into order as she spoke. "I hope you're good with that. Don't want to rush into something, you know?"
Kameil (NA)
: [Kameil](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1I9RCP5mtPJBvfykjrwjokKumNtjLYir2j-iDkdPHGmg/edit?usp=sharing) wiggled his toes into the sand below him, enjoying the heat that warmed his feet before beginning to walk. He had remembered talk of Aloi beach among the villagers and decided to visit. Were it not for them, Kameil would be dressed in his normal attire. "No!" Some would snap, "Surely you have swimwear! After all, it's a beach! You'll stand out dressed like that!" Yet here he was, in white swim shorts that went to his knees, bare chested that showed he lightly toned chest, with a towel over his head and shoulders to protect him from the sun. He felt like he stood out more like this as he sighed. Yet, they certainly seemed correct on the matter. Opening his grimoire to a blank page, Kameil immediately began to write a description of the beach and what he saw. Once finished that, he held it close to his chest and continued walking, deciding it was time for less thinking and more experiencing.
> [{quoted}](name=Kameil,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=0005,timestamp=2018-06-17T09:59:44.574+0000) > > Kamtortuga The fragrance of a very light, yet still noticeable perfume would be the first evidence to someone nearing the elven man with bleached hair. Yet, despite the fact that scent tends to come much after sound and sight, the being that was now next to him and walking the same path seemed to have appeared nigh instantaneously. If he were to look back, there would be a trail of boot marks that indicated the figure's point of origin. The figure wore a large, form-concealing brick red hooded robe that went down just above her feet, which were clad in brown boots. More peculiarly, the person would be wearing a clear, metal mask that only had two slits for the eyes. Flat, golden eyes peered out from the mask, looking at the beach ahead, rather than the man next to them. As soon as Kameil would realize that the figure was next to them, they would speak up, and in quite a feminine voice. Practiced and honeyed, it was likely that there was much attention and time spent in their life to get such an appealing voice to come out without strain or seeming unnatural. "You don't seem very comfortable here, mage. Plus, it's not very prudent to have your spellbook out in a wet environment, as you would likely know. Why not leave it at your room, if you have one?"
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=0002000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-18T12:46:28.765+0000) > > Evain sighed, crossing her legs as sand splashed against the parasol, twirling it back around behind her like some noble before Petrin grabbed it from her, the bard rolling her eyes. "Honestly, if you're worried about -not- being the stranges' on tha beach I can start pointin' out the transformation thing or me being a violently unstable abomination that's liable to blow tha hell up at any point." She said, standing back up before peering at the ship as well. Curious, no magic. That seemed nice. "Hey Petrin, that boat seems a bit nice to go look at, considerin' Ionia makes my stomach churn if I'm here too lon'. How do ya think they made it?" She said, leaning a bit to the side to think. The ambient magic of the land... messed with her a bit to put it lightly. If she could find some way to relieve that feeling she thought it'd be pretty nice. "Wanna fly there?"
> [{quoted}](name=EirikaIsMyWaifu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=00020000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-19T00:56:36.424+0000) > > Evain Hearing her partner's words, the green haired woman smiled, though it looked not out of simple joy, but rather predatory enjoyment. She would finish replacing the sand into the impact zone of the axe, nearly burying the blade into the sand as well as making sure the blanket wasn't pulled down too much by the proximity of the axe crater. Slowly, the woman approached Evain with a sure gait stopping only when absolutely next to her. Sitting down on the blanket next to Evain and putting her right arm around her, squeezing the bard near her body. With the same look on her face, she would guffaw loudly and speak. "I have not even a clue. It's unnatural. And no, let's not, that'd be hazardous for me and you combined." Suddenly, her grip on Evain would tighten slightly, making it very slightly uncomfortable. Enough to be noted, but not at all enough to be of any real concern. She would whisper into the hat, knowing her friend well enough to do so. "Plus, you know how antsy and messy I can get if I try to gather attention with all our might. That might be your job, but not mine. And if you say anything about being you-know-what, our vacation will be ruined, you know? For obvious reasons. I don't really want that. We'll just wait for it to approach if you want to go up there, but a magical creature such as myself can only see myself being debilitated getting on there."
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MAqkPZ4V,comment-id=01bb0000,timestamp=2018-05-29T16:00:04.906+0000) > > (( One RP amongst many is easily forgettable. No fault of your own. Regrettable, but it wouldn't have happened if I was remarkable. )) > > Compared to the light, almost flighty steps of the vastayan, the masked woman would be conversely moving in measured tread, leaving behind prints of her boot readily. Her stride strong, far, yet slow, would match Ahri's faster, but shorter strides. Obviously, either the masked brunette was used to moving in difficult terrain, rather than simple ground, or they had quite the terribly loud walk for reasons unknown. > > The masked woman would make a small laugh as the vastayan finished her bit, speaking yet again. "I should have figured that a fellow vagabound would have appreciated a story, even if comparatively drab to what a proper bard can bring to a tavern. Very well. To answer your question, what I meant was that I carried his legacy... and some of his belongings that he didn't mind me taking. Information and research that had been nearly embedded in my head, this robe, and the mask. It is why a performer such as I wear such a flavorless mask - it has sentimental value... and it's more beautiful than what it covers. The soul, the metaphysical representation of a human being is not my forte, nor will it ever be so." Fien gently touched her mask, lifting the bottom of it slightly, before letting it rest again. "I have little talent in manipulation of the soul as I've discovered over the decades. A rare art to be studied, and an even rarer art to be practiced primarily." > > Fien also stayed quiet about her own invitation for the vastayan's alias. Whether or not this was out of courtesy, or if she had simply forgotten, would be for Ahri to decided on her own. (( I wouldn't say that, I can just be forgetful sometimes. )) Even when parts of the trail were overgrown, from hanging branches, to fallen logs, Ahri moved about with a natural grace, ducking and diving, stepping up and over, her pace not slowed in the slightest, though she was always mindful not leave Fein behind. Her fluffy ears continued to twitch beneath her hood, keeping track of where Fein was by her footsteps. "I find most tales interesting, even if they're quite drab, as you put it. It's always fascinating to learn how others see things and just how how different it can be sometimes." "So you carry those items for sentimental reasons? He must have left quite an impression on you. Do you keep them as reminders because you miss him, or because you want to remember what he taught you? Or perhaps something else entirely." She ducked under a low hanging branch, just after finishing her sentence. There was a small pause before she addressed what Fein had said next, trying to choose her words more carefully. "Soul manipulation sounds like it would be very scary, and quite dangerous. Is it something you'd even want to learn?"
> [{quoted}](name=Foxfire Ahri,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MAqkPZ4V,comment-id=01bd,timestamp=2018-06-18T07:28:37.271+0000) > > Ahri At this point, the performer would have both her hands behind her back, the right hand holding her left. Once in a while, she would seem to lose balance a little, but right her posture nearly instantly. Though, she seemed a little annoyed by the constant amount of small branches and low hanging leaves that tended to interfere with her walk due to her upright posture and decent height. She would hold up her right hand and chop at yet another especially low branch. The hit branch would easily give way and snap, leaving the path open for the masked woman. For that slight moment, the activation and execution of magic could be felt, but not seen. The moment after the chop had landed, the brief blip of magical signature disappeared from the senses. Continuing with her walk, she would begin to speak again, only repeating the previous action whenever there were obstacles she could not avoid by walking over or ducking under. "Manipulation of the soul is a branch of magic that one likely will never explore much into due to its precarious nature. Messing with the soul can lead to quite adverse side effects, and not just for the subject of the magic but the user as well. The soul is what makes a being that particular being, along with the body. To gain another would change you indelibly, to lose yours would turn you into nothing but a shell, and to manipulate it would change that particular soul irreparably. Thus, it's better to not learn it at all, or learn it carefully, unless it's so well attuned to you that it feels natural." Chopping yet another branch with ease, the woman would continue her talk after a brief pause. "Of course, the layman will never even come across soul magic, much less have the chance to learn it, and even less likely to be attuned to it." "As for the equipment I carry, I carry them because they are practical and carry sentimental value. My face is burned and scarred, my arms bear signs of battle while my hands do not. The robe keeps me from the sun, and keeps me warm during the night. I keep it to remind myself of his goal, but I need not mourn his loss. He has passed, and he had passed with not many regrets. It wouldn't be proper if I held onto much regret over him myself."
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=00020000,timestamp=2018-06-17T03:40:37.255+0000) > > Evain frowned at the mention, letting out a quiet huff before speaking now normally "Scuse' me here miss scalyhide, but you know damn well I'm the most fun person you've ever met. I take offense to that statement y'know? Also fine, but what are ya gonna do with a damn axe, cut a melon in 'alf?" The zaunite performer then crossed her arms and paced around her companion before plopping down right onto the blanket she put down and laying on it, taking up a decent bit of the space on it "Regardless, I'll tell ya why I'd rather you not make a big scene is cause' you're gonna get a bunch of stares that make you uncomfortable and complain to me again, then I'ma have to deal with it again except this time I'll be gettin' weird stares too so they won't listen." The performer crossed one leg over the other before then returning to quietly playing her flute, staring at her tall companion from the blanket on the ground.
> [{quoted}](name=EirikaIsMyWaifu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=000200000000,timestamp=2018-06-18T03:36:09.706+0000) > > Evain Raising the large battleaxe from her stopped half swing, the green haired woman would rest the weapon horizontally on her shoulder, the blade still visible from the other side of her head due to the grip's length and the blade's ridiculous size. The crackles of lightning emitting from the weapon stopped after she had stopped swinging the axe, though it still lightly crackled for a few more seconds after that. Hearing her partner's words, the jeweler would look about, pausing for a split second on each individual currently present. Some, who seemed rather normal, some, who were abnormally dressed or acting somewhat strange for the occasion, such as the white haired man scribbling in his books, as well as the rather strange... ship coming towards them. She would squint, as well as make a small scowl, before returning her attention back to Evain with her usual slight smile. "Let's be honest here, Evain. I may be wearing some revealing clothes and an axe, and you may be completely wrapped up bard in the beach, but we are far from the strangest. It'd be strange for us to get attention if we don't seek it here." Moving her head to face the ship once more, Petrin would quip once more with a serious face. "Plus. We seem to have some magically attuned people here, and they will likely be curious about the absolute absence of magical energy coming from that strange ship." Turning back towards the beach with a carefree expression once more, she'd pluck the parasol up from the ground and place it so that it would cover up Evain from the green haired woman. "Keep that there for a second, will you?" With a hefty heave, Petrin would slam down the axe into the sand with two hands. Violent lightning danced around the axe as it was swung, before discharging harshly as it hit the sand. Sand would be blown away from the impact zone, slamming into the parasol that was thankfully put there to protect Evain from the sand. The axe would be nicely embedded into the sand, though the relatively small impact zone remained. Kicking a bit of sand into the impact zone to fill it up, the woman would put the parasol back to its rightful position of guarding against the sun. "Though, since you wanted it gone, that's done."
: [Evain](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WIUwJnPFmqGPIN_H6bPWTkxX_-UnliJvOgMotZzkOB0/edit), ever as she seemed to be, was behind Petrin with a smile. Putting her things away in a room, the Zaunite walked out onto the beach in just her entire performing outfit including her large, floppy hat and a flute. Quietly playing as she walked with her traveling companion, she kept eyeing the axe with a bit of... uncertainty as to why Petrin hadn't left that behind. "Petrin dear if you would quickly lend me your ear The axe you carry makes you look quite wary I suggest you put away the axe So others here can be merry Without worry they may be attacked." Evain then, as if to accentuate the point, tapped the hilt of the battleaxe. She did hope Petrin would realize how non-beach appropriate the weapon was, though being ignorant to the fact that possibly wearing multiple layers of clothing was also out of the ordinary.
> [{quoted}](name=EirikaIsMyWaifu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=0002,timestamp=2018-06-16T20:05:37.199+0000) > > Evain While her companion came to her, then spoke, the green haired woman would embed the parasol into the sand, finishing her preparation for the beach. Looking satisfied with herself, Petrin would finally face Evain during the middle of the bard's speech, listening with the pleased look on her face. Though said face would turn somewhat troubled after she understood what the other woman was meaning. Swinging the massive battleaxe once and twice, she would finally respond to her friend with a slightly dejected tone. "You're no fun, Evain. I finally found something that won't break if I slam it into something and barely chips when I do swing it. It's amazing!" Small sparks of lightning would emit from the axe as she swung it about, making its magical nature apparent. She would abruptly stop on her third swing of it, however, and speak once more. "I'll stop if it's making you uncomfortable though."
CFProxy (NA)
: Aloi Beach [Open RP]
[Petrin](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1MOW2GPWeHFWAdBRHDC537-XMGvCsy5tZ1yhZ7BJ5Nx0/edit?usp=sharing) would stand in front of the casual section of the beach, already having checked in and left most of her belongings in the hotel. Not only so, but the equipment and attire that she had on her body would be changed to something both fitting and extremely unfitting for the occasion. Instead of the red one piece, thigh high boots, and the white cape that she has a tendency to wear, the green haired woman would instead wear a red bikini as well as a pink sash around her waist, covering the bottom part of her bikini as well as part of her thighs. She would still wear her golden bracelets, though she now wore three golden anklets around each ankles above her sandals. As well, the jeweler would be holding a rolled up picnic blanket as well as a parasol with the same arm. Unfitting for the beach, the green haired woman with the ponytail would also hold what would seem to be an over-sized battleaxe. Gold and white with a wooden handle, the axe seemed to be made by a master craftsman, and obviously intended to be held in two hands. Though, it seemed the woman hadn't exactly gotten the memo and was holding it by just one as she set up the held picnic blanket and parasol with the other hand with little difficulty.
: The Grand Magistrix's Rest (Bar Hub Open RP)
[{quoted}](name=Artixero,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=0020,timestamp=2018-05-21T20:34:54.297+0000) > Tachi > [{quoted}](name=Vuruna,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001f0000,timestamp=2018-06-08T19:00:18.552+0000) > > Vuruna Looking to the two, the waitress would remain static as they partook in their wine, unchanging even as they gave their respective responses. Still, the light smile remained, making her seem more like a waitress than when she looked more akin to a sage, or royalty. Seeing as their small swig of wine had been properly tasted and approved, the blonde would grasp the bottle of white wine once more, and pour the two of them a proper serving of said white wine into their respective glasses with her right hand. Giving the wine bottle a small twist as she lifted the bottle of wine, the waitress would then snap her left hand. Instantly, a metal bucket filled with ice would appear next to the table, right next to the waitress herself. It was positioned in such a way that Tachi would have better access to it, though Vuruna could feasibly reach it with little strain. The braided blonde placed the bottle of white wine into the bucket of ice, letting it rest. “Most ingredients can be infused with other foods, or can be used as a compliment to bring out the best of flavors. Prepared the right way for the person, most, if not all food, can be appreciated by those who are willing to try it.” Placing her hands back into their original positions, she would pause before speaking once more. “I am glad to be of adequacy for this meal. I will leave you two to converse, and return with the food in some time. If you require me, simply call upon me, and I will return.” The braided waitress would then walk backwards as the same portal as before appeared behind her. The portal would swiftly disappear as soon as the blonde was fully inside it. Though the controller of the magic had vanished, the bucket of ice remained floating next to the table.
leirynot (NA)
: Almyra didn't bother to look up from her work until Petrin spoke. She eyed the goat for a moment, then Petrin with a smile. She gave the other woman a quiet "Thank you." She then went to her bag and retreived a knife. She easily skinned the goat and then cut a slab of meat from the leg for herself and starting to cook it over the fire. "You... mmh.... you can have..... the rest." She said, having difficulty finding the proper words without rhyming, but not wanting to make up a rhyme just for one sentence. She turned back to Petrin then asked. "Does... changing... hurt?" She looked back to the meat as she waited patiently for it to cook. She looked down at her hands and focused intently on them. First her left, then swapping the stick she had speared the meat on, she focused on the right. As she focused, green light poured from them as the blood that was on them quickly broke down, disappearing from her hands. Such exercise of her power was a good warmup for what she was preparing to do. As she waited, she gently started to sway in place, seemingly enjoying her time in the cave next to the still hot stones.
> [{quoted}](name=leirynot,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aoVZsOqA,comment-id=0038,timestamp=2018-06-10T04:51:08.956+0000) > > Almy Cricking her neck to the side once and twice with accompanying loud snaps, the draconic being checked herself, touching her face first, then her shoulder. With an annoyed look, she would take off her light pink, short cape, folding it up and storing at the side of the cave and further lowering her already seemingly lacking defenses against the cold. Holding up her right hand, a large, dark green leaf would sprout from her palm. Plucking it with her other hand, Petrin began to wipe down her shoulder and mouth, though it was evident that the leaf was only partially working. It worked to wipe off the worst of it, but the scent and flecks of dried goat blood would remain. Having finished her brief and simple cleanup of herself, the woman sat next to Almy, looking not at all daunted by the weather. "I don't have much need for more, since I've already eaten before I brought this one over. The offer is much appreciated, though. And, yes. It is not pleasant to turn human, though the process of turning to my true self seems always natural and painless. Think of it as being crammed into a small box when I become human, then being let out of said box when I turn into my true self. That is how it feels."
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=lXh3ZGZT,comment-id=003c00000000,timestamp=2018-01-22T07:42:11.388+0000) > > "Hello, fallen angel. I wanted to buy some pastries for a relative's birthday and perhaps some bread for the next morning." The woman would put her hood down, revealing voluminous blonde hair, straight and glossy. The woman would pull her hair out from her coat, and making sure there weren't any stray hair on her face tucking them behind normal looking ears, though there was, in comparison to the rest of her, a lot more magical interference on them. "From the resounding recommendations from the locals and customers, I would have liked to order a cake as well, but my relatives wanted to bake their own cake... Even if they can't cook or bake to save their life." "Do not speak to me as if you understand the depth of my heritage. I have a name, and I would prefer to be addressed by it." Words spoken in a firm but just tone. It was important to draw lines with another magical user, or at least someone who seemed intent on using magic to hide themselves in plain sight. Perhaps it was a test of sorts, but even if it was, the fallen angel had no interest in playing games with a child. If there was business to be had, it was better to get it over and done with so she could return to more pressing matters. "As for your desires, I have a wide variety of pastries baked this morning for purchase." Morgana gestured to the display cabinet further in her bakery, with all of the contents being kept cold inside of the glass shelving from magic unseen. "All of my creations have a level of quality and intricacy to them that you will not find elsewhere in Noxus. This city is the heart of an empire, and every creation is baked with only the finest ingredients brought in from all corners of the empire." It was a half-truth, but in reality gourmands on Runeterra was almost nonexistent. The average human seemed more likely to die in a random act of destruction birthed from the Void than live long enough to gain any collective knowledge of culinary confections. Even resources she had once had in spades such as sugar, fats, and fresh fruits were hard to come by in the biggest nation on Runeterra. "I'll be baking some more bread this afternoon. Perhaps it would be better if you waited, so you can sample my work while it as fresh as possible?"
> [{quoted}](name=Immortal Binding,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=lXh3ZGZT,comment-id=003c000000000000,timestamp=2018-05-30T01:57:12.278+0000) > > Morgana In response to the fallen angel's stern tone, the woman would smile lightly while continuing to listen and look at Morgana. Seeing as the inside was, of course, warmer than the chilling outside, the blond began to take off her scarf as she spoke, moving slowly yet deliberately. "I apologize for my rudeness. In all fairness, many of the immortals I've met have a tendency to dislike mortals directly addressing them with their name rather than their title, so I went with my standard protocol, Morgana." Finally having taken off her scarf in its entirety, the blonde woman would hold it out to her left, then drop it. Before it could even fall more than an inch, however, the scarf would be absorbed into a golden orb of magical energy that appeared on cue. Walking closer to Morgana and the display shelf, the illusions surrounding the woman would mostly banish, leaving only the thin veil that covered her initially. Her ears were no longer in its normal shape, pointed and long, elongating longer than the other woman's. The wedding band on her left hand would be the only ring left visible, and the mana apparently leaked by her other, obfuscated rings now originated from her own being. The staff remained, emanating the same amount of magical influence as it had already. Hearing the fallen angel speak about her plans, however, made the woman stop in her tracks. Her smile would turn to a light frown, as the woman held up her hand up to her face. A pocket watch would appear momentarily in her raised hand, before disappearing as abruptly as it appeared. Looking back up and lowering her arm, she would look at Morgana with an apologetic look - whether it be due to her previous blunder, or the fact that blonde had ignored her for that amount of time. "That seems agreeable. Would you rather I return once you begin your batch, or keep you company as you work? After all, you have all the time in the world unlike the people of this world."
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MAqkPZ4V,comment-id=01b20000,timestamp=2018-04-02T02:19:51.150+0000) > > The masked woman would look behind herself, where the other woman was pointing. Emitting a small 'hm', Fien walked towards the direction without much hesitation, seemingly believing in the other woman wholly. Though, she would check if the vastayan was indeed following her with a quick glance. When she confirmed that the other woman was following, or indeed, leading as Ahri said, the brunette would begin speaking once more. > > "Yes, Miho, the name I carry around does have personal meaning. I am sure you understand if I... well, no. Perhaps it's not as personal as I think it is. It is simply the name of my mentor, and I carry his name and craft with myself in honor of him. Perhaps a naive and foolish task, and definitely one that erases my own individuality... but one I carry gladly. It is the reason I seemed rather inquisitive when it came to your magic. With the death of my mentor, his life became mine, and I inherited his fervor, his obsession with the study of the arcane. In my youth, I had no rest, no other life other than that mission. And it frustrated me intensely in the core of my existence that my own magic eluded my own studies, my own research. They have not increased not by my studies, but as I simply became more attuned to it. I cannot wield other magic either, magic that can be controlled and created from the environment, not from within. Though, I've calmed down with age, with time and thought. I've yet found my answer, but I've also got time in this world." > > The woman would stop speaking for a few seconds, looking at particularly nothing seemingly, before speaking again. "I apologize, that topic is special to me. I'm sure it wasn't particularly interesting to listen to a woman reminisce of the past. Perhaps you can tell me of your own alias, then? I promise to listen, even if it isn't exactly anything interesting. I owe you at least that much." (( I'm sorry for how long this took, while I feel ashamed to admit it, I almost forgot :( )) Ahri offered a soft, reassuring smile when Fien went to check if she was following. Light on her feet, each step she took fell with a gentle, cushioned touch on the soil below, barely making a sound, but she wasn't impatient. She kept her stride in tune with her new found companion's. While she remained silent throughout Fien's story, she was listening, quite intently too, her ears twitching underneath her hood. Tales of someone's past were almost always interesting to her, and one entwined with magic more so. A question pulled on her lips, what exactly did she mine his life became hers? Was it purely a metaphorical statement, or was it something more? "I didn't think it was boring, I always like hearing tales of other people and places. I hope you don't find me rude for asking, but when you say his life became yours, what do you mean? Did you take over his work, or?" With that, Ahri made no attempt to return to Fien's question about her alias, or why she chose it. Perhaps later, but she was far more interested in learning about her, than revealing things about herself. > [{quoted}](name=Immortal Binding,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MAqkPZ4V,comment-id=01b30000,timestamp=2018-05-09T02:25:44.416+0000) > > Saying nothing, Morgana swiftly closed the door behind her and made sure it was shut. Though there was a crude iron bolt affixed to its surface, she did not bother with it. > > _What is this one thinking?_ > > The fallen angel locked eyes with the mystery creature, trying not to appear too intimidating as she did. She was an uninvited guest, after all. And although she suspected that the original owner of the cabin was, perhaps, no longer on the mortal coil, that was hardly a reason to forego any courtesies to someone who was providing her a place to stay. > > More importantly, there was a weighted pressure in the wooden cabin that hung in the air like a somber, stagnant, and stale stage. A miserable, malignant, and malodorous mood that she could not understand from looking with her eyes alone. In the thick of the silence, the fire in the hearth burned with an unnatural brightness, but none of its glowing power seemed to have an effect on the sheltered world away from the world. > > _What have I walked into?_ Morgana pushed aside her wandering thoughts and decided to go with a routine rehearsed and performed for over ten-thousand years. > > "This rain will pass, and the world will begin to bloom again. It will be beautiful, won't it? Just like you." Walking over to a nearby window, the fallen angel gingerly began to slide a curtain back. Still dripping wet from walking through the rain, she waited to see if there were any objections to be had from her mystery host. "You have my thanks for letting me stay here, for now. May I be blessed with the name of my savior?" Ahri's soft, solemn gaze met with Morgana's, before she closed her eyes, and turned her head back towards the crackling fireplace. Nothing about this guest felt normal, or natural, but nothing hostile had been displayed, and no action taken. They've been polite enough so far, and on a day like this, that was enough. Perhaps they just wished to escape the downpour outside. Again, the fox's golden eyes turned toward her guest, following her as she made her way to one of the windows nearby the front door. Morgana's uplifting words did little to change Ahri's mood, earning her a scoff in reply. "Oh please, you sound like one of those hopeless romantics trying to woo their most recent infatuation." Her words were followed by a heavy sigh. "My name is m-" She stopped, having been so used to telling stranger's her name was Miho. Was there a point in giving an alias now? Whoever they were, if they knew about her, they'd have known from looking at her. "Ahri, and you are?"
> [{quoted}](name=Foxfire Ahri,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MAqkPZ4V,comment-id=01bb,timestamp=2018-05-28T19:00:07.780+0000) > > (( One RP amongst many is easily forgettable. No fault of your own. Regrettable, but it wouldn't have happened if I was remarkable. )) Compared to the light, almost flighty steps of the vastayan, the masked woman would be conversely moving in measured tread, leaving behind prints of her boot readily. Her stride strong, far, yet slow, would match Ahri's faster, but shorter strides. Obviously, either the masked brunette was used to moving in difficult terrain, rather than simple ground, or they had quite the terribly loud walk for reasons unknown. The masked woman would make a small laugh as the vastayan finished her bit, speaking yet again. "I should have figured that a fellow vagabound would have appreciated a story, even if comparatively drab to what a proper bard can bring to a tavern. Very well. To answer your question, what I meant was that I carried his legacy... and some of his belongings that he didn't mind me taking. Information and research that had been nearly embedded in my head, this robe, and the mask. It is why a performer such as I wear such a flavorless mask - it has sentimental value... and it's more beautiful than what it covers. The soul, the metaphysical representation of a human being is not my forte, nor will it ever be so." Fien gently touched her mask, lifting the bottom of it slightly, before letting it rest again. "I have little talent in manipulation of the soul as I've discovered over the decades. A rare art to be studied, and an even rarer art to be practiced primarily." Fien also stayed quiet about her own invitation for the vastayan's alias. Whether or not this was out of courtesy, or if she had simply forgotten, would be for Ahri to decided on her own.
leirynot (NA)
: Almyra took the canteen in both hands, opening it and sipping a the water. She watched with interest as the draconic woman who she had spent the night cuddling with created plants for her to eat before taking flight out of the cave, no doubt to find breakfast for herself. With a smile, the small woman picked the mushrooms and impaled them on the stick, bringing it over to the molten rock to cook them. By the time Petrin returned, she would spot Almy already at work with her ritual. She had taken some chalk with her it seemed, and was using it to etch odd patterns on the floor of the cave. She had a smile on her face, clearly enjoying whatever it was she was doing. She would greet the returning dragon with little more than a simple wave. Talking was not exactly her specialty.
> [{quoted}](name=leirynot,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aoVZsOqA,comment-id=0037,timestamp=2018-05-13T00:01:48.454+0000) > > Almyra And return she did, though with a little present. While the snow masked the vision of the smaller woman, she could likely spot Petrin's approach with little difficulty, due to her size. Within time as well, Almy could also likely realize that there was something being carried by the mouth. Some sort of creature. In a few more seconds, the dragon would descend, pushing snow away by beating her large wings. Thankfully, the draconic being seemed to at least have the mind to not do so near the cave entrance, and spared Almy from a blast of snow disrupting her work and herself. Turning back human with the same sounds of crackling bone and morphing flesh, Petrin would approach - though now, she would be holding the payload by the shoulder and not by the mouth. On closer inspection, the animal would turn out to be a mountain goat with a giant chunk of stone stuck in its abdomen and teeth marks around where it had been bitten for easier carrying. Entering the cave, Petrin would throw down the goat onto the floor with a thud before dusting her hands - though, that wouldn't even be remotely close to the nearest thing needing cleaning. Her shoulder would be doused in dried caked blood, and so were her face, likely from carrying the goat over. Nonchalant, the woman would speak finally in response to the wave. "I'm back. I hope you know how to skin a goat, because it's been a while for myself and I might botch it up if I do it. And I see that you have started your work. Good work."
CFProxy (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001d0000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-05-06T10:19:49.622+0000) > _Claine was taken aback at the sudden floating. While it could be explained with magic, he still wasn't quite to used to some of the more unnatural parts of magic. He could deal with destructive magic, illusions, and various physical elements that had clear indications from which they came from, but what he couldn't yet help even after years would be the capability to simply defy the laws of nature. As an engineer, it bothered him to his core. As a knight, it spelled trouble for the utility it offered._ _However, the knight calmed and looked at the full length of her ear. With a sigh he smiled, accepting that his long time rivals were certainly the ones who helped him along the way. Sure humans did it too, but the value of elves in his life had been quite high ever since he was released from his prison. Then as she criticized his drinking method, he couldn't help but grin. The grin turned into a wide smile and from there it evolved into a guffaw. He took a moment to gather his bearings, responding in a joyful tone._ "Our lives are too short, elf. Well, mine is. My people are only expected to live to forty. That being said, I must thank you for helping change my direction while I still have some years left to make something happen. Maybe one day I'll come find you to show you the fruits of your labor, even if minor." _While Claine continued to smile, the comment couldn't help but bother Whisp who was now somewhat uncomfortable at the notion. She was going to outlive him if he didn't get them killed by then, but the very thought was... oddly saddening. Claine had been a pain, by all means, but there were also many times when he shielded her from arrows meant for her, tended to her while she was ill, gave her laughs when she was bored, and quietly stayed by her side when the rain was heavy and the night was dark._ "I believe I'll check on the drake. Make sure none of those Noxian ruffians are about to try and cage him." _Claine would state, walking out of the door and into the city briefly after. Whisp quietly watched him leave, clearly bothered, but remained quiet for the moment as she meditated in her chair._ "Luduvika?" _Rodet asked, pulling his finger away and to his side._ "Jawohl?" "Can we talk?" _Luduvika quickly stood up, taking a stance of attention while retaining her smile._ "Why did you threaten Claine?" _The man would ask, moving his hands together as the woman's eyes lit up with eyebrows shooting up._ "I-Ich was only trying to protect you from harm, Herr Rodet." _Her movements were flustered, jittery and uncertain as she expressed her embarrassment._ "I understand that, but, why? You've never done that before. I thought your policy on allies was to keep unity. Doesn't that invoke fear?" _The woman would calm, rubbing the back of her head with a sigh._ "J-ja... It does. Ich thought-" "A-Also didn't Volkbert say he wanted you to clean up your common? I don't mean to be rude but..." "Hmmm... No you're right. Ic- I... I will. Truth is, Rodet. I acted with what limited knowledge I have on humanity. I have been around humans, but I've never been close to them socially. Your children are so disobedient and awful. Humanity has so many complexities that it makes it hard to know how to handle individual cases. Claine is so confusing but he responds to intense moments. You have been hurt often in the past and if your story is true then that just adds to the harm people do to you over time! It's awful! I'm sorry to say it but humanity, while I do love and protect many, are an awful and disjointed race! In our history books it has been recorded that humanity has been stopped from destroying itself several times. I know it doesn't really excuse me, but understand that it comes from hating the hatred your kind shows to each other and the frustration with trying to keep unity when your kind is known for being a whirlwind of emotions and loyalty." _The soldier explained, her quickly turning upright and expressive with gestures used to help illustrate her points._ "I... understand. It can be hard, but, please refrain from doing so. I won't lie that fear is a good way to control people, but we defeated an overlord who controlled an entire prison with fear. Your people are about love, right? Treat this... as combat. Think of Claine as an objective, right?" _He would state, standing up and using some thin rocks in his backpack to form a wall with a bullet being taken from Luduvika's parabellum to help set up the scene. He held the bullet and thought for a moment, taking a couple of badly carved sticks from his pack and laying them out. Placing one behind the wall of stones he then returned his focus to the bullet._ "If you roughly and aggressively assault the fortress to get to Claine then you dangerously rush to complete your goal." _The bullet would smack against the wall of stones, dropping it onto the stick which cracked from the pressure of them. Picking up the stick which was now in two, he showed it to Luduvika._ "You might get the result you're looking for, but you're only hurting him. So it needs to be handled more like your stealth operations." _He would set up the stage again, taking one of the other flat end sticks and lining it up. He took the bullet, slowly scaling the wall of rocks with it._ "It's not an easy process, but if you have patience and learn what he is like as well as the things around him then you can just avoid the damage." _He trotted the bullet over, picking up the stick with the same hand and scaling both over the wall._ "In the process, if you learn the pace and take your time in doing this then you avoid hurting yourself. The wall falls on neither of you and neither does the fortress fall while you scale it. I think that's kind of important. You get your objective, new intelligence, and neither of you come out harmed. No damage is done to the fortress either and that represents uh... Well... Well never mind the wall. Um... I didn't really think this through, but I think you understand me?" _Luduvika, while she didn't speak, had been bouncing a bit in place at demonstration with something of a military theme on display When he finished, she was still smiling wide from the demonstration, saluting him._ "Jawohl! I believe your demonstration proves your point!" "Huh? Really? Honestly I was starting to think I was really stupid for presenting it this way... but..." _Rodet would state, he himself now the flustered one._ "Yes. Humans are delicate cargo. The fortresses which hold them vary in strength and type but a methodical approach to understanding them with previous experiences and new ones help prepare for the extraction of the unit from the shell of rejection. In short, recon to notice patterns and difficulties, act with delicacy, and extract based on the environment in order to secure friendship or respect!" _She would nod, smiling wide at the conclusion._ _Rodet couldn't help but smile back, an endearing expression forming._ "Well, I think that's about right. Like your platoon leader always tells you: 'Practice until your aim is perfect.'" "Danke, Herr Rodet!" _A kiss would find its way onto his lips, the woman grabbing her glass and pulling out some more coin as she slid it over to the bartender. She pulled away from his face to speak and then placed her backpack down._ "Whenever you get a chance, Ich- I would like another round." _Whisp giggled at the reeling Rodet, the man blush red with his hands on his lips almost defensively with a wide smile. However, her mind was still on Claine and she found this a good a time as any to speak to the elder now that the demonstration was over and the materials were quietly being put away._ "Sister? May we talk? If you're not too busy that is." _The elf would ask, moving a seat closer to Tear._ _While brief, Luduvika and Whisp would look up at the menu as it changed, noticing the difference before returning to their tasks._ "New menu items. Very good." _Luduvika would note, Rodet simply giving a hum in response._
> [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001d00000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-05-06T18:02:02.108+0000) > > Da Bois The bartender looked on slightly off to the side of them, her attention obviously not on them. Her expression would change slightly, from one of light disinterest to one of slight worry, then back to neutral. Snapping her finger, a translucent crystal orb would appear in her hand. Holding it up to her face, she would begin to quickly yet quietly speak into it in yet another foreign language. Finishing off the supposed conversation in half a dozen seconds, she would unsummon the orb with a troubled face and a sigh. The blonde would close her eyes for two seconds, before opening them again. She would then return her attention to her patrons. Hearing Whisp speak, she would shift her attention over to solely her. The woman's eyes would look as they've regained absolute focus - though it turned them unnerving at the same time. Her piercing gaze turned nearly probing, as if she was sizing up the other woman. Before anything, however, she would speak. "Then, speak. I have time, and so do you."
: The Grand Magistrix's Rest (Bar Hub Open RP)
> [{quoted}](name=Artixero,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=0012000000000000,timestamp=2018-05-04T07:06:31.996+0000) > > Tachi > [{quoted}](name=Vuruna,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=0012000000000001,timestamp=2018-05-11T05:09:11.286+0000) > > Vuruna The blonde, braided woman would not speak as the two spoke to her, her posture and look unchanging. However, she would nod at the end of the two’s sentences, indicating her understanding of the orders and comments. Though, at the end of the couple’s orders, a small smile would float up to her visage, breaking the stern look on her face as she faced the two customers. Still, her eyes would remain its piercing look, occasionally switching her gaze from Vuruna to Tachi and vice versa. Moving her arm, she would begin speaking as she started moving. “The order has been received. Filet mignon with gremolata and served with poppy seed coleslaw and garlic mashed potatoes, and the full menu for the high tea. As for the wine,” the waitress would snap her right fingers. Instantly, a translucent, green bottle of wine would form in her left hand, coming into existence from golden energy. For a small moment, her golden eyes should lightly glow, subsiding when the feat of magic was finished. Holding the bottle of wine so that the two can see the label, though it was written in a runic language that the two could not comprehend. “Custom brew. Crafted from grapes from vineyards managed by one of my sisters. Unaged, to preserve the taste of white wine. Normally, protocol would decree asking if you would like a different brand of wine – but if I am not perceiving wrong, you two are neither locals nor wine connoisseurs. Instead, I have taken the liberty of picking the wine myself. Sparkling white wine, slightly sweet, low in alcohol, earthy aroma. Helps cleanse and stimulate the palate for the meal ahead. Grapes and hints of pear and peach aroma. Suitable for beginners of alcohol, or wine.” Snapping her right fingers again, two clear, white wine glasses would materialize once more in golden energy and float in the air above her right hand. Grabbing the glasses one by one, the braided waitress would place the glass in front of Vuruna first, then in front of Tachi. Standing straight once more, the woman would hold the bottle of wine up straight with her left hand by the bottle’s neck. Holding her right hand parallel to the bottle, her eyes would begin glowing softly once more. The waitress would hold up her left index finger before making a horizontal full circle, then lightly raising her hand slightly. The foil covering the top of the wine bottle would be cut and raised in the same moment, before disappearing completely. Then, she would snap her right fingers which would be accompanied by the cork disappearing. Holding the wine bottle by the punt and holding the neck with her left fingers, the braided blonde would pour a small amount of the wine into both glasses, tipping it carefully. Raising the bottle with a small twist, she would let go of it, allowing it to float to her side once more. Standing straight yet again, she would speak. “Please, have a taste. If it is not to your taste, I could attempt to match a wine with your preferences.” The waitress would then look at Tachi, speaking directly at him, instead of the two of them. “As for the sir, red wine will be prepared for you when the food has been brought to the table to better fit your order, unless you do not wish for it.”
: The Grand Magistrix's Rest (Bar Hub Open RP)
As the blonde bartender continued her writing, the menu would begin to very lightly shine. Were any of the patrons look now, they would see the menu shift about as new entries etched onto the menu. Those who had magical affinity could likely tell that the menu would turn magical for the duration of the writing, then fade back to its neutral state when it finished changing. The new drinks would be written in, and the menus returned to its original state, only with more basic and special drinks.
: > [{quoted}](name=RealFaeLulu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=JpojgwgP,comment-id=00100000,timestamp=2018-05-03T17:22:29.743+0000) > > Are you asking if you want your thread to be multi universe? Because that should not be an issue. Kind of. It goes to back to wanting to do a Star Guardian academy thread, but mostly I want to run the SG Jinx skin as a trial to see if I'll even like that.
> [{quoted}](name=ManicGunLady,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=JpojgwgP,comment-id=001000000000,timestamp=2018-05-04T15:50:18.048+0000) > > Kind of. It goes to back to wanting to do a Star Guardian academy thread, but mostly I want to run the SG Jinx skin as a trial to see if I'll even like that. You have a couple of options that I can see. You can: A - Change your thread to be multi-universe as previously mentioned by the Lulu RPer. B - Remake your thread to be Star Guardian Jinx ONLY. C - Make another thread that's Star Guardian Jinx only, separate from the original thread.
CFProxy (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001d00000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-05-05T06:00:24.634+0000) > _The knight sat in silence for some time, listening to the elf and pondering. her words. A hand would come to his chin, wondering. A part of him couldn't help but feel shameful as she mentioned things he was guilty of. Hatred, bigotry, intolerance... For all the good he had done he could only really think on Whisp and how he hurt her before. While she often was the one who started the quarrel or often remarked on the ill nature of humans and the damage they did, he couldn't help but feel guilty that he too would fall into such traps. Even today, while not as biased as before, he took a look at elves with an uncomfortable glare. For years he had been taught they were the enemy. For years he had learned that elves and humans could never coexist. Yet, here they had stood as testament against that. Despite all their hatred for each other's kingdoms they had fought together just fine and in their darkest times remained for each other when they could have done away with the old foe. Despite that, he still couldn't shake feelings of the past predominantly ingrained into his being... He began to think... and think..._ _When she brought her eyes to his he kept even attention, conviction grabbing his neck as he stared into her glazed eyes. He held his breath, unable to function as his conscious seemed to think further on just what he had become.A rather important question came to mind. Was this really the life he wanted?_ _Rodet was quiet, maintaining his compassion before providing an endearing expression with satisfied eyes. He smiled softly, his tension softening greatly._ "Then that is all I can ask of you, Magistrix. I just want people to be happy. If I can make life just that little bit more enjoyable then it's all worth it to me. If I can't help then, at least, nobody can say I never tried... If there is but a single thing I can do to bring you joy before my departure, do let me know. It's strange, yes, but it's simply all I want from life. You'll have to forgive me for joining your finished conversation with Sir Balbadaar, but from what Thalina has told me we are all people who care about our own. It would be an honor to me to respect the wishes of one who serves not for fame, but out of love. Although, I cannot speak for Claine's own heart." _Claine would hold Whisp a bit closer to himself, the elf groggily waking up as Claine fed her a vial._ "I never did give you our full names. I am Anturius Balbadaar. My partner here is Thalina Elderwood... I've thought of what you have said Magistrix... In my youth I was a champion of the people. However, as I became more and more famous I chased after gold and fame doubly so. Such things caused my fall to begin with, you see. I thought that chasing it again might yield different results. I thought that perhaps if I did it right this time that I could undo the damage of the past and find peace with myself, but... I was all the things you fought against, Magistrix. I became them with time because of what I was taught and who I fought... Working with Whisp has not been the most pleasant experience. I will be honest." "Thanks a lot, Claine." _Whisp would groan, the vial seeming to sober her up slowly as she rubbed her face and yawned._ "However, I don't think I could have asked for a better partner. I've a feeling that, should fate be fitting, you are an elf. If that is true, then surely fate speaks to me and tells that I must change." _Claine would stand, letting go of Whisp as she became comfortable and standing behind her with hands held together. He sighed, staring at Tear for a moment before speaking once more._ "I only wish to see your ears, madam." _With that he slammed back his wine, grunting before gently placing the glass back down._ _As this occured, so did the pale skinned one begin to awaken. The man who held her seeming to smile. He poked her nose, prompting a hoot out of her before poking it again and making quiet noises as she playfully bit his finger and smiled back._
> [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001d000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-05-05T08:52:42.225+0000) > > Claine, Rodet Chuckling lightly, the blonde bartender would sit down, though she didn't seem to go down in height much. What was confusing was that there was no chair, nor should have the shorter woman been able to keep nearly the same view height as she did. The woman would cross her legs, while the book kept itself afloat next to the woman without any support. The blonde would move her bangs back gently, tucking it behind her elongated ears. Her stormy eyes would return to its lively state, lacking its wizened and tired state that it had contained just before. The woman dipped her hand into the golden pocket of air once more, before grabbing a quill seemingly made of a purple, ominous feather. While she spoke, she would begin to drag the quill's writing end on the bar table as if she was writing, even if nothing was being written on said table. "Now, now. I no longer work for the happiness of others, but to enjoy my twilight years in satisfaction and the lust for life I had been given by my companions. Plus, living that way is no better or worse than living for yourself. I own a small, dilapidated, and antiquated bar, or perhaps even tavern, in the corner room of a street. In the end, this is what I amount to. An unsuccessful bar that nobody knows, or bothers to go to, and my descendants who continue to be adorable. What I'm trying to say is, it is fine to harbor both negative and positive emotions and thoughts. However, as you have said, you have realized your folly. You were not ready for the responsibility of becoming the champion of the people, nor were you aware of its crushing impact on your life. Now, all that is left is to live and decide on a new path." The woman would stop writing, not speaking until she began to write again. "Though, I should say. If there is something I don't agree with, it would be people who order wine, then refuse to taste it correctly. Taste it, not chug it. You might as well be drinking cheap absinthe if you wanted to get drunk, not wine."
CFProxy (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001d000000000000,timestamp=2018-05-02T09:07:19.132+0000) > > Tear _Rodet frowned a bit, finding her rejection to be disheartening. He had not the intention to honor someone for the sake of their fame, but for the joy that they could perhaps find from his works. After all, it was an honest living and bringing joy to others was a nice benefit. He went silent, simply nodding as he thought about the past and as he did his eyebrows furrowed slowly._ _Claine, despite the tasks at hand being quite the challenge, expressed interest which were signaled by how he seemed to lean forward and hum in anticipation. However, learning that they were merely jests seemed to produce a quiet sigh as he returned to sitting normally. She was right, but he wanted something to do and while clearing a building of an ant problem might have been helpful to her and her landlord he wasn't happy. Life had its challenges and its reasons for being. The one he had yet to fully accept was that he just wasn't a hero anymore. He would not be asked by the masses to clear a dungeon or be tasked by the king to hunt down the mightiest of beasts. He had spent much time in a prison for his inability to lead in one decisive battle and had since become a fugitive with the hopes of becoming a legend among men whose tale would be told from sea to sea. He had been told time and time again by both Whisp and the many who he had come across that he simply trying to be something that he was not. It was grating to be called anything but a hero and to be doubted and laughed at for achievements he could hold personal testament to. Perhaps that created a false image of what he was in his mind and perhaps he knew that, but he felt rather lost lately. He knew what he once was and what he was praised to be and realistically it seemed as though he never would be again. Despite his feelings, he made a conscious effort to simply smile and speak in an endearing tone in response to the elf before taking a drink and staring into the wine._ "If I can be of some help then so be it." _Rodet cleared his throat, speaking up with a boldness that Luduvika had encouraged him to speak with before._ "You will have to excuse me for being persistent, Magistrix. However, I do not simply create art just because of one's status or to temper their insecurity. I do it for it might bring joy to them. Why concern yourself with questions of doubt? It might not be my place to speak to you in such a way, but why not accept the gifts of a stranger when life is so abrupt?" _His expression would gradually change as he spoke, shifting from the more fierce and determined expressions to a more concerned and compassion filled one._
> [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001d0000000000000000,timestamp=2018-05-04T09:30:59.583+0000) > > Claine, Rodet The bartender would quietly return the business ledger back into the pocket of golden energy, before pulling out yet another book. Much like the business ledger, it was rather large and leather-bound, but it was rather different from there. Embroidered with golden runic writing and stuck with numerous bookmarks, it looked rather worn, as if it had seen years of use. The blonde woman would flip to a page without hesitation, reading as soon as the pages settled. Obviously, she was comfortable with the book. While still reading, she would begin speaking. "Knight. There is no need to follow through that problem if it does not burn your fire. If you seek glory that the people will sing of, then seek that act fervently, without fail. The fame, the glory, it will all disappoint in time, but if that is what your goal is... then, do what you must to get to that state of being... Still, I do not understand why one must seek it. In the time of travel, during those simple times, I merely helped on the basis that it felt good to see the happiness of others. Hatred, bigotry, intolerance, the sins of life may permeate the world at all times, but I toiled hard to see the smiles of those I loved, I knew, and even those that I had met for the first time... in the background." The bartender would stop reading for a second to look at Claine with cloudy blue eyes, looking dead and drained. It betrayed her youthful look, contrasting drastically with her usual look. "But, you aren't about that. Nor am I going to preach for you to change. Seek for adventurous quests that will earn you the fame of the world. Toil hard to be recognized, and help those in the need. Champion the cause of the helpless. But I warn you, fame attracts trouble, and becoming the hope of a people - even more." "And you, unfortunate man. I will be frank. I dislike depictions of myself. It will not make me happy to accept a bust of myself. Fame and power only brought ruination upon me. The more known I was, the more trouble came my way. Fickle elemental spirits, the corruption of the abyss, draconic souls, the purity of the brilliant light, the harshness of divinity. The more known I was, the less joy I felt. I was torn away from my love, I was torn away from my passion, and I was torn away from my family due to the expectations, the reputation. Thus, I dislike anything that will leave behind a mark of myself behind in the world. I am being selfish, I understand, but I want you to indulge in my selfishness. Even if your goal is noble, and likely well received to many, this is not one of those time. Forbidding, perhaps. Strange, yes. Still, those are my intentions and thoughts."
: > [{quoted}](name=Artixero,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=0012,timestamp=2018-03-06T15:24:28.583+0000) > > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=0014,timestamp=2018-03-14T06:03:29.954+0000) > > https://puu.sh/AblUN/6942bf4e64.jpg >RP is alive once more after discussion! With the noxian strange resting and in a state of healing thanks to the bartender, Vuruna did at last seem to be somewhat relieved. Tachi's stomach making noise only served to snap her back in, and she had to supress a small laugh. It certainly made the mood a bit lighter, plus, one life saved is one life saved. With the mess being taken care of by the bartender, who declined even help, seemingly taking care of the situation easily, and, sure enough, there was practically no trace, even to Vuruna, of the incident having occured. However, there was one spot... "we won't tell," she said with dignity, having come to grips and solidified into being calm after it was clear the noxian was cleaned up and going to be just fine. Her job made information a commodity, but it was true that this had been an extrenuous circumstance, even she herself had been very tense! It would not be fair to attract attention of the subject based off one happening of such severity. She paused, though, her smile from Tachi's doings fading for a moment as her eyes effortlessly found the spot. While most likely would glaze over, she, however… "Perhaps for this part I can help?" she said daintily but with a gleam, but it seemed the bartender had it well under control as she worked her magic. Not only did it clean the spot she had missed, of which Vuruna was going to attempt to if allowed, but it also made the atmosphere and smell itself far more palatable. At last, she herself sat back down, her lower half taking up nearly the entirety of the chair despite her small frame. Now, the final straw was done and Vuruna's appetite matched Tachi's as she took in the fine aroma of the place once again how it was when she had entered. "Well then, what a terrific job!" she seemed very happy with how everything seemed to have made a turn for the better, despite such a disasterous surprise. As the bartender finished up their preperations, "My company here is pretty hungry, and I'm getting hungry too after… everything was sorted so well," she giggled a little bit under her breath, making her hood move a bit as it sat behind her head, "but I'm sure we both understand, make it simply when you are able, anticipation makes the heart grow fonder!" It was clear with everything in order, she had returned to a jovial mood. In the meantime, she could speak to Tachi, though with each newcomer that came in, she couldn't help but give them an eye for a brief moment. The four that came in after were an eyeful, as her powers of a little more than deduction at a glance spotted them as foreigners. It was rude to stare, however, but, luckily, she never had to. "I wonder what the food will taste like," she small talked to Tachi, "I bet it will be extravagant simply because it is different," her speech lively, one of the hooded figures of the two that entered after the first patrons, who seemed to just be goofing off with each other for the most part, caught her eye, and she couldn't help but stare for longer at him than the other. Something was off about him, but she supposed she had no room to judge. While interested in the others conversations, it was also rude to eavesdrop, even if she was interested in meeting them. Besides, she had someone right in front of her of great interest! She looked back at Tachi, her hair from the motion moving a bit despite its shortness.
> [{quoted}](name=Vuruna,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=00120000,timestamp=2018-05-01T00:52:42.075+0000) > > Vuruna Rewinding time a little... The blonde bartender would nod once in affirmation, looking slightly harried as she finished cleaning with a feat of magic. With a slight troubled look, she would quip out, right before she returned to behind the bar to receive the new patrons. "I'll get someone to serve you, miss, sir. Just, a few moments if you will." With that, she would return to her neutral, professional look, putting the ornate staff she used back onto its place. A dozen or so seconds would pass, letting the Ionian woman speak to her partner freely. Afterwards, however, a golden vortex of magical energy would sprout a foot adjacent to them, silently and instantaneously. Within a few seconds, it would extend into a tall, oval portal surrounded by glowing runes, taking root on the floor. A tall, albeit lithe woman would emerge from the portal. In comparison to the medieval wizard fashioned bartender, this one would be quite the comparison. The blonde with a braid pony tail and long bangs looked quite like the bartender face wise, though it seemed sharper, more defined. Her look conveyed not a professional smile, but rather a stern look, one carrying an air of pride and regality. The new woman would be wearing a black turtleneck sweater underneath a white dress shirt with neck frills, which was, in turn, worn below a black vest skirt suit coming down to her knees. At her feet, she would be wearing long, black stockings with black dress shoes. With one hand behind their back, and one black gloved hand holding up a serving tray with two goblets of water. Her piercing golden eyes would look at Vuruna first, then Tachi, then both of them at the same time. Only after a second after coming out of the portal, she would speak while putting down the two goblets of water in front of the two. "I will be serving you today, as my mother has to take other patrons utilizing the bar. I apologize for the inconvenience, but I do hope that I will be enough for this afternoon. Regardless, the order has been received, but my ditzy mother has forgotten to ask a few questions. First, do you wish for the wine first to sate your thirst? Second, the madam will be receiving quite a variety of confectioneries and treats, so if there are any issues with particular foods, we would like to receive your requests to remove said items. For the sir, you will be receiving filet mignon topped with gremolata and served with poppy seed coleslaw. Would you like to add either garlic mashed potatoes, grilled sweet potatoes, or grilled asparagus spears? Lastly, for the dear patrons, would you rather speak in a private manner or are you fine with conversing without any masking?" After putting the two glasses down, the impromptu waitress would stand still her gloved hand pressed against her stomach.
CFProxy (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001d0000,timestamp=2018-04-02T01:47:43.937+0000) > _Claine shrugged at her response, taking his wine up and double taking at the fallschirmjäger being fed her beer like it was a bottle before bringing full attention back to Tear._ "Well, it was worth asking. Granted, our drake is a bit of a mount. I know that's probably a disgrace to other dragons I've met, but his job is to mostly take us from town to town and rest while we are away. Such a strange one, he is. Were it not for my change in profession I think I would have slain him on sight. Of course, those were different days. How I long to be a hero again. That brings me to my next question. Do you have any quests? Any unruly monster needing slaying? A gem need finding? Or even something more civil?" _Rodet would raise a finger and wait for Claine to finish before speaking._ "Excuse me, magistrix. I was wondering if you would be alright with Luduvika and I playing some music when she wakes up? Or if you would allow me to create a painting in your image. I can also do stone if you have the material. Craftsmanship in culture has always been my passion." "Have you figured out what's wrong with the girl?" _Claine would ask._ "I think she's just tired. Maybe a bit home sick." _Rodet would comment, putting down the glass and holding the sleeping woman against himself._ "Must have been tired enough to not have patience with me." "Hm?" "She pulled that black thing out on me. The stone thrower. Parrot-bell or something." "Did she? That doesn't sound like, Luduvika." "Well, she did threaten me but to be fair I believe I've been out of line. I'm still irritated about those people we dealt with yesterday." "We've all been tired since then. I don't think she got a lot of sleep considering she took both watch shifts." "You were supposed to cover one of them." "I-I know but she told me to go back to bed and told me she would be fine. I didn't want to be rude." "It's called being fair." _The two would turn back to the elf, Rodet speaking up for them._ "I'm sorry, we didn't mean to interrupt." "Just companion talk. I'm sure you know how that goes." _Claine would add, sighing as he took a drink of his wine._ "Mmm, good stuff."
> [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001d00000000,timestamp=2018-04-19T07:58:40.053+0000) > > Claine and Rodet The bartender would remain relatively static, only scratching her right cheek slowly during the middle of the tangent the two had gone off on. Still, her eyes would remain utterly focused, unwavering despite the talk that obviously did not include her. Still, it was obvious that she did not exactly take in their words too intensely, either out of mannerisms or lack of interest. Her eyes held no passion in comparison to when she was popping open the cork, or providing service in some manner. When the two would finish talking, she would then, as expected, speak as well. "It would be rather strange to be emblazoned despite being a being of insignificance in the world, especially for one who had met me only recently. Neither wise nor strong, having done no heroic deed, and holding no political power, it would be troubling to be made into a model. Not only so, but I can only imagine my deceased husband laughing in his grave were I to accept that proposition. As for the music, as long as it's decent and won't grate on the on patrons' enjoyment of the drinks, I see no reason not to. This is but a bar at the corner of a shady street, after all. Nothing much to see, nothing much to do. As for you, mister..." The blonde woman would turn her attention to the man with a bandaged head, obviously speaking to him. A small pocket of golden energy would emerge next to the blonde bartender, who would then dip her hand into it. On the next second, she would pull her hand out with a large book, leather bound and untitled. She would open it, and leaf through it quickly, only taking a few seconds to reach the seemingly desired page. "If you want, I could send you to handle the dispute going around the seventh circle of hell between its lord and a local hero, or help the indigenous people of the mountains before they are invaded by the cave folk around the area. Ah, or perhaps, you could help prune the amount of drakes roaming about to find my wish ring that I buried all that time ago. Of course." The woman would close the book, her smile deepening slightly as she spoke once more. "That would merely be a jest. This is a business ledger, not a book of quests. I will have to say, I don't have any quests or adventures to offer to you, at least to the scale you would be looking for. While I attracted a fair share of trouble during my younger years, I enjoy tranquility in my twilight years. If you're fine with something lowly though, I suppose my landlord has an ant problem in one of his buildings, apparently. I could put in a word for him."
leirynot (NA)
: Almy didn't stir at all as Petrin created a comfortable spot for them both to sleep, and slept soundly through the night and well into the day, sleeping for about 12 hours if not awoken by Petrin. Perhaps the journey had exhausted her, though the truth was that this was perfectly normal for the small woman. A drawback to the magics she utilized. Her mind was more active than most, both when awake and when asleep. As a result, she both grew tired more quickly, and had less restful sleep. Still, she was never bothered by this aspect of her life. Should she somehow awaken before the sleeping dragon, she would simply wait patiently for her to awaken. Although she may not intentionally awake the dragon, the sound of Almyra's stomach may. The poor girl hadn't eaten in quite some time now and was growing awfully hungry... she hoped that Petrin had some food she kept here. Conducting the ritual she planned to would be quite difficult on an empty stomach, and possibly even dangerous.
> [{quoted}](name=leirynot,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aoVZsOqA,comment-id=0036,timestamp=2018-04-15T05:19:33.433+0000) > > Almy The restful, sleeping visage of the green haired woman would be shown to the other woman, breathing quietly and steadily. The grasp that the dragon had on the woman had barely loosened, still sturdily cradling her. Even without shifting her gaze too much, one could likely tell the slight changes in the surroundings. Namely, there were small sprouts that peeked from the cracks of the makeshift, stone throne, and the reptilian features that the woman had been hiding were lightly revealed still. It was easy to see that her guard was down, at least in comparison to her normal state of being. What had caused such loosening of cautions would be up to the woman to decide. Even through the small shifts made by the other woman wouldn't wake her, though her eyelids would tighten once in a while. Despite this, when Almy's stomach grumbled, the green haired woman would open her eyes, looking straight at the other woman with her reptilian eyes. Slowly, her draconic features would subside, and with a blink, her pupils would return to its human shape. Her eyes would shift down, her neck craning slightly to support the motion. After a few seconds, Petrin would let out a small grumble as she stood up, still holding the other woman like a baby. Gently, the green haired woman would set down Almy onto the makeshift throne. She would rummage through a belt pouch, before producing a small canteen. Then, with a gesture, plant life and, mostly importantly, mushrooms would sprout near the throne. "Good morning. Satiate your thirst with the canteen, and the mushrooms are edible. The molten rock are still hot and burning, so you can cook the mushrooms there. As for the method..." Petrin would jab her hand into the rocky floor, resulting in a crunching noise as the floor cracked a little. Grasping the ground, Petrin would, without any resistance, pull her arm back. Instead of a chunk of rock, however, a cylindrical rod of stone would come out in her hand. The draconic being would place it in front of Almy before speaking again. "Use that. Even if you weren't anything close to intelligent, using a stick to cook should be self-explanatory. In that time, I'll get something more filling for us. Stay here. The wildlife shouldn't attempt to come here, so you should be safe." With that completed, the green haired woman walked towards the entrance of the short cave. Much like she had done before, the woman would turn fully draconic, and do so naturally. With a powerful swing of her wings, Petrin would disappear, though the sounds of her flight could be heard for a while.
: On the Subject of the Current State of the RP Boards
As a quick side note, I think something could be improvised for the sub-forums idea with the pins and such. We do have Wardens, after all, and they do have magical powers granted by Rito.
: On the Subject of the Current State of the RP Boards
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qVvvxO0V,comment-id=0000,timestamp=2018-04-04T06:48:45.962+0000) > > Rollz3 Going down the list. > First bit snipped. It took me 7 days to realize that you meant except, not expect. I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed. Regardless. The main points I can see are: 1. Hub threads help attract newcomers, but they are a mixed bag and could do the opposite of attracting newcomers. 2. The newcomers could just not want to put in the effort to make character sheets, which makes an already niche hobby more niche. Number 1 confounds me, personally. Yes, they could be hard to be noticed in if there are enough people in them to have multiple roleplays going on. However, it’s an easier place for original characters to place themselves in comparison to say, a champion thread, due to the fact that it is an established location meant for interaction with various people. So what exactly should be done? Should we simply not cater to newcomers, and remain how we are? Number 2 is says that, in the end, roleplaying is niche and effort is required. This is true, and I have nothing for those who would be unwilling to put in some effort. Those who aren’t willing to put effort will not join the RP boards because it inherently requires at least some amount of effort higher than that of other, lighter boards. Fine. Then, we come to people who are willing to put in the effort, who are willing to go the extra mile. It should be natural for us, as a community, to try and see what we can do to make their introduction to the boards as enjoyable as we can. Essentially, no, we should not cater towards those who wouldn’t join in the first place, but we should for those who are one or two steps away from joining. > Discord and Population Size This point was touched upon by Proxy, but that would be incorrect, at least to a degree. Yes, we have people who do roleplay within the discord. Most of those people, however, are also active on the boards themselves. Those who aren’t actively participating in the boards at the current moment are, at least the two people who aren’t, either don’t have time to do dedicated roleplay in the boards due to real life, or has their favored champion taken by someone else. As well, those who do not have the urge to roleplay within the boards right now can stay in touch with the community. The population size problem is noted, however. > Story RP That is definitely a problem, yes. Attention retention seems to be quite the problem in these boards. > Story RP Cont. Right. I can understand the reasoning behind veteran roleplayers not wanting to create new story RPs and such without a dedicated audience that you can trust to stay. It’s definitely hard to keep hold of the attention, though nothing’s going to improve if nobody creates content. It’s really up to the veterans and regulars to create said content or it will just… not happen. > Getting Rid of Champion Threads Agreed. Getting rid of champion threads would be utterly bogus. It’s not only a good way for people to interact with the champions they like, it’s also an outlet of creativity. Limiting it would be rather counterintuitive to what should be a creative space. > Crowded Champion Threads What. I am pretty sure I either implied some or few. Of course many champions aren’t clogged with replies. I don’t think I argued for this point at all, but it is a minor concern to think of. The second bit, I can agree on. A compromise is necessary for some champions who are more lethal or hostile than most. > Forcing People and Population Size (Again) That, and people really like to sit in their threads sometimes. The population size is definitely detrimental, though. > Recruiting Indeed. Recruiting for roleplaying is something I can’t even fathom to start, or even know where to start.
Rioter Comments
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MAqkPZ4V,comment-id=019c000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-02-28T08:18:49.390+0000) > > With the amount of physical coverings and the concealment in their speech, it would be no surprise to the vastayan that throughout the entire time she was speaking, the performer would only give little physical reaction. Fien would slowly nod, though, at the end, she would tilt her head to the side slightly. "I... will have to address my slight, if not still present disappointment from that confession. It is always a joy to meet another performer, and especially one who knows much of the indigenous legends and tales. Regardless, your willingness to tell the truth is noted and appreciated regardless of intention. Though, I am now curious now if your alias has any meaning, or was created in the heat of the moment." The brunette would pause for a few seconds, likely to gather her thoughts, before opening her mouth once more. > > "I can't tell if you are being especially and outstandingly vague out of ignorance of the arcane and spiritual or due to simply wanting to omit information for whichever reason they may be. The coloration of the flame matters not, but its source does. Good for you, my mastery of the arcane arts are innate, not by knowledge. In short, I couldn't tell you which it may be." On queue, a floating crown of golden fire would form, spiking in magical saturation in comparison to the immediate area around them - and its owner. In a few seconds, it would dissipate without any signal from the masked woman. "As such, I could not tell you how to produce that feat of magic. I simply know how to create it... And I would be remiss were I not to mention that my knowledge of Ymelo only extends as far as my knowledge on the arcane does. The stones of Ymelo, created by, well, Ymelo. They are rare. That would be all I know." > > The woman would tilt her head back, looking straight at the vastayan, her tone becoming lighter. "It would be good to move, yes. Do lead the way, my knowledge of my surroundings remain slight at best." Ahri had not expected any noticeable physical reaction from someone who wore a long cloak, and masked both their face, and their speech. Her face likewise giving little away, as she held a neutral expression throughout their conversation. "I'm sorry I got your hopes up only to disappoint you like that. And yes, there's a meaning behind my alias, it isn't something I came up with on the spot." Though she didn't continue and explain what that meaning was, she wondered if Fien had any idea. "Is there any meaning behind yours? Or did you choose it because you like how it sounds?" She didn't remember mentioning anything about the colour of her flame, simply that she could create one. "Am I not allowed to be vague? You said before I could be cryptic, and where's the charm in revealing everything immediately?" She said, taking a moment of pause before continuing. "My magic is like yours, innate; natural. I couldn't teach someone how to create that flame." Despite her unchanging guise so far, Ahri let out a soft sigh, a flash of disappointment crossing her face when Fien said she had no more knowledge of Ymelo than most who had heard of him. "Please, follow me." She said, gesturing in a direction behind Fien's left shoulder. "We should find a road not far from here." > [{quoted}](name=TheLadyL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MAqkPZ4V,comment-id=01ab,timestamp=2018-03-05T20:49:03.992+0000) > > *Lucette walked around the halls looking around for the room of Ahri. She had heard that this was where she was staying and so was curious to meet her. Thhoouugghhh, Lucette had gotten herself lost. Fidgeting with her walking stick, She asked the people wandering the halls where her room was, and thankfully all of them were nice. But like all things, there's always a few bad apples. One person was mean enough to send her in the wrong direction. Thankfully the next person she asked was nice enough to correct her. After some time, the Piltoverian noble finally found herself in front of Ahris door. She looked herself over to make sure her dress was smoothed out, and her brown curly hair was presentable before gently knocking on the door. She then gently put both of her hands on the head of her cane as she patiently waited with a small smile on her face* A fluffy ear twitched, each loud knock was like a thunderous strike echoing through her room. "One minute please!" A sweet, gentle voiced called out, setting her brush down on a small stool, positioned in front of a body length mirror. She hoped whoever her guest was, wouldn't notice the difference between her brushed, and unbrushed tails. A light pitter patter of feet was heard approaching from the inside of the room, and with a creak, the handle was turned, and the door pulled inward just enough for Ahri to poke her head between the crack. Her eyes flashed across the woman standing there, noting the unusual dress, and cane. "Yes? Are you lost, or looking for me?" > [{quoted}](name=Rohiki,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MAqkPZ4V,comment-id=01af,timestamp=2018-03-09T12:05:09.421+0000) > > Rohiki started paying attention to slightly twitching ears, he wasn't sure if it meant anything but he didn't feel like asking and look like a fool. "Well I guess there's no hiding it..", he inhaled, "lust was the more powerful emotion I felt, but, I am sure many have come before my confessing this to you, and I'm sorry if I wasted your time Ahri." He managed not to stammer on his words because they last thing he'd want is for Ahri to be upset with him. Ahri replied with a soft giggle, "I know, you weren't very good at hiding it, and I'm flattered." She wasn't worried, or bothered by his confession, she'd heard ones like it many times in the past, and found herself used to it by now. "Interactions are always interesting, even if parts are predictable, so I don't feel like I've wasted my time." She left a pause in case he wanted to ask anything, "Did you have any other questions for me? Anything else you were curious about?"
> [{quoted}](name=Foxfire Ahri,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MAqkPZ4V,comment-id=01b2,timestamp=2018-03-30T22:25:10.038+0000) > > Ahri The masked woman would look behind herself, where the other woman was pointing. Emitting a small 'hm', Fien walked towards the direction without much hesitation, seemingly believing in the other woman wholly. Though, she would check if the vastayan was indeed following her with a quick glance. When she confirmed that the other woman was following, or indeed, leading as Ahri said, the brunette would begin speaking once more. "Yes, Miho, the name I carry around does have personal meaning. I am sure you understand if I... well, no. Perhaps it's not as personal as I think it is. It is simply the name of my mentor, and I carry his name and craft with myself in honor of him. Perhaps a naive and foolish task, and definitely one that erases my own individuality... but one I carry gladly. It is the reason I seemed rather inquisitive when it came to your magic. With the death of my mentor, his life became mine, and I inherited his fervor, his obsession with the study of the arcane. In my youth, I had no rest, no other life other than that mission. And it frustrated me intensely in the core of my existence that my own magic eluded my own studies, my own research. They have not increased not by my studies, but as I simply became more attuned to it. I cannot wield other magic either, magic that can be controlled and created from the environment, not from within. Though, I've calmed down with age, with time and thought. I've yet found my answer, but I've also got time in this world." The woman would stop speaking for a few seconds, looking at particularly nothing seemingly, before speaking again. "I apologize, that topic is special to me. I'm sure it wasn't particularly interesting to listen to a woman reminisce of the past. Perhaps you can tell me of your own alias, then? I promise to listen, even if it isn't exactly anything interesting. I owe you at least that much."
CFProxy (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001c00000000,timestamp=2018-03-27T04:28:30.103+0000) > _The sudden transition led to a defensive stance from Luduvika, examining the elf in her powerful stature. It was certainly unsettling and the fact that she had done this so quickly spoke of elements she could not control herself. The new attire, the electricity, the very world around them so different. How could she manipulate such things the way Tear had done? Realizing that this was likely an endeavor she could not win if such manipulation could be done within moments. Releasing herself from the defensive position she stared back, her glare matching Tear's to not be outdone. She attempted to show no hostility, hands loose at her sides and weapons holstered._ _She did not argue, or even so much as put up a fight. She didn't believe she was wrong in what she did. Not in the slightest. Tear did not know Claine the way Luduvika did, but neither did Luduvika know Claine the way Whisp did. The man was hard to silence with his borderline opinions and speech patterns. The man meant well in many circumstances and he was a brave and selfless individual but one thing she couldn't stand was an ally insulting one of her own. Rodet was still fresh to her people and he was learning by the day. He was enthusiastic and heartfelt. His mercy, his love, his kindness all spoke out to her as a man of peace. His abusive mother was awful and the life he led was one of struggle. To allow someone to punish him for doing nothing wrong was an injustice that did not settle well with her._ _Her glare would lessen, her eyes which were beginning to glow a bright blue dimmed down back to normal. Her body remained in good posture, but something about her spirit was weakened. She often times didn't care about the opinions of outsiders who knew nothing. However, even now she oftended the elf and even went against what was clearly the rules. She had violated the terms of peace and she rightfully paid for it. Even still, she couldn't wrap her head around the races outside of her own. Perhaps they were more alien than she had originally believed. Sure Tear wasn't of her ancestors, but all the same did it remind her of brutal isolation. Why did they even fight to help the humans half the time? Why be seeded into a foreign world to keep them from killing each other? She believed it to be the work that God had tasked them with. It was so hard. Through war they ended conflict after conflict and brought about periods of peace, but they could never quite get them to learn from their mistakes! As it was... she was beginning to miss home. She missed the unity and love that she received from her own people. They weren't ugly or in need of control. They never had civil wars or robberies between each other. They never were as awful as people who raped daily and murdered for fun. Disgust. Anger. Sorrow. As for Rodet... Would he become corrupted too? Would that kindness eventually fade away and be replaced with the awfulness she sought to contain? Would she eventually have to pull the trigger on her toy soldier? Ströya had warned her of taking a human partner._ _"Sister, always remember that no matter how much you might love him there is always the possibility that he will need to die."_ _"He is a kind soul! An innocent man surrounded by the evils of these lands!"_ _"Dolton, Reynar, Soulie, Jech, Tovya, Kondovaire, Lendel. Do I need to continue?"_ _"But sister-"_ _"You are hopeful, Luduvika. You have not been tainted by the years of combat I have endured in the pits. You have had the luxury to see the battle from behind enemy lines and deep within them. In that way you have only seen the direct evil of the enemy. You have not seen the impurity and ungodly actions of our allies. The very people we protect are evil. Yet, because it is the will of the commander in heaven we will obey. They will be humble for a time, but soon they will grow with unrest. There are no exceptions to this. I have watched innocent men be twisted and defiled by both war and peace... That is why I want you to strongly reconsider who you eventually marry. You know that we only choose one love and so many of our own would love to have you instead. That man you have fallen for will expire in all his ways."_ _"Not if I renew him with rebirth."_ _"Will he remain pure long enough for that? Will you be willing to kill your loved one if he proves to be no different?"_ _"By my honor... I will."_ _ "They were not made for us, dear sister. We were made to save them from themselves because they have brought themselves to destruction multiple times. Remember that."_ _She would breath in and exhale. Responding in a calm and respectful tone._ "I... understand. I apologize for disrupting the peace." _As time resumed she processed the environment, although her upbeat nature was missing. It was something Rodet noticed immediately._ "Luduvika? Is something wrong?" _He would ask gently, the woman pulling out more gold pieces and stacking them up on the counter with a smile._ "I live simply lost in thought." "What about the hug?" "Oh, it's sudden anyway." "Luduvika?" "Keep my helmet warm for me, alright?" _Luduvika would state, placing her helmet upon his head and strapping it down. In a number of ways she hid her sadness and uncertainty. She couldn't hide it from him completely but the pain of misunderstanding or perhaps loneliness was a consistent struggle. She would walk around the bar, returning to her seat before pulling out a cigarette and holding her hand out for her lighter._ "Flammen, Rodet." "Just sit by me. Okay?" _Rodet pleaded, concern stacked upon his facial expression. Without reluctance she would move back into her seat, putting the cigarettes back up before sitting up straight and looking at him._ "Jawohl." "Lean into my arms?" "Jawohl." _Rodet would hold her as she akwardly leaned into him, her eyes liting up with surprise as Claine picked up her legs and placed them upon his own, patting them with a chuckle as she was essentially given bed rest. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing come forth._ "Rodet thinks you need some kind of support it seems. Allow me to be your foot rest. Think of it as repayment for what you've sown." "Danke..." _The woman seemed to be more conflicted than before, holding her breath as her face turned red. Within moments she would find a grenadier's cap over her head, the peak adjusted to hide her face._ "You don't have to tell me what is going on. Just rest." _Rodet would brush her hair as she laid in spot. Caressing her head carefully he sang a march about a beautiful girl in a village admired by a soldier. His voice, his actions, and the friendship of both of them led to something that wasn't common place for her. For although Rodet couldn't visibly see it and he made no effort to disturb her, underneath that cap came streams of tears. He didn't know all the things she was thinking and all the new thoughts that were flowing in and out as the moments passed but her silent hiccups and grip on his hand which he had brought to the base of her neck was enough to tell him that she was in a lot of emotional pain._ "Another wine for me madam!" _Claine would bellow, downing his drink and laughing heartily._ "I must say-" _Whisp would manage something of a sentence, the drunken elf attempting to each for her wine before Claine took it away and patted her head._ "No, no. You've had enough." _The younger elf would complain verbally, although rather quiet as she fell asleep on him, causing the knight to chuckle._ "Maidens. Not quite up to the task like we men, right Rodet?" "Claine?" "Yes?" "Shut up, please." _Claine chuckled again,taking off his helmet for the moment to reveal... his wrapped up head._ "Say, you have magic stuff right? Do you have anything for burns? I have scars from battling dragons all across my face and neck and I was wondering if I could get something of a treatment for it. Of course, that's something that I don't do as often as I used to. Don't have to worry about me getting scarred up again. Unless my friend decides to try and burn me but he's been a helpful dragon. Oh the battles we've won together... Would you like to meet him?"
> [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001d,timestamp=2018-03-27T07:20:31.643+0000) > > The bartender's cold look was slowly replaced by her professional smile with a slight natural tinge, as before. Her darker, less presentable clothes faded away back to her robes, covering more of her figure than the poor job her black cloak was doing. The staff, unlike the others she had held, would dissipate into air, much like her clothes did. Her slightly glowing eyes would slowly come to its still bright, but not illuminating state. Listening to the conversation happening between her patrons, she would silently nod at the order, taking the cup. Crouching down, the woman would come back up with the same half filled bottle of wine that she had poured before. Taking off the wine preserver easily, she would - once more, pour into the glass in the same manner as before. Closing it once more with the same wine preserver, the woman grasped the wine glass on the stem, putting it down in front of Claine once more. "One order of more wine. And sir, this is a bar, not a magic items, trinkets, and potion shop. Sure, I am a mage, and I do produce certain magical items, but they are mostly personal or for my descendants. Plus, I would be doing a disservice to my daughter if I was breaking more than a solid zero of my personal inter-dimensional rulings that I've set up for myself. And... no, I would not. It would be fun, but I'm sure he has better things to do in his life than to meet a bartender. Not only so, but to interfere with the threads of fate any more than I am now... that would simply be overbearing."
CFProxy (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001c,timestamp=2018-03-23T16:36:49.581+0000) > "Well, I suppose literally speaking, yes. War is not peace. It still makes it possible." _She reasoned, although not as inclined to call it peace. It was the fastest way to achieve it, but yes certainly not peace. Luduvika, in comparison, would take a more neutral expression as well, thinking about home before Rodet's poking of her rib cage caused her eyes and head to drift his way, watching the man awkwardly poke her before smiling quite widely and poking him back. The younger man seemed to smile wide too, his cheeks stressed as her eyes lit up with cheeks following suit. The bombing runs that the fingers ran distracted them both for a moment before Luduvika hugged the man's head and squeezed at the neck gently._ "I surrender!" _Rodet laughed, the woman ruffling his hair as she brought her face near his ear._ "Gut! Und stay down!" _She let go, pulling out a comb from her pocket and grooming his hair after. She seemed to take great care with every stroke. A delicate touch used to perfectly straighten and fix the damage she had done with speed and power. She was no stranger to this, it seemed. When she finished, she turned her attention to the object she saw fly in so briefly. Standing up she placed Rodet down on the chair next to her and seemed to be giddy._ "Another blood of the skies!" _She gave a peculiar hoot, the length and pitch modified almost as if she was attempting to communicate something. In truth, she was, but she didn't expect the avian to understand the greeting she gave. Still, she returned her attention to Rodet for a moment, the man attempting to practice a word he learned from Luduvika._ "Fehst Ung?" _Rodet would ask, the eager woman nodding in response._ "It is Festung. Like Fesh. It does not that hard of an ehh sound. The t is with the ung when you pronounce it. Or- more like Feh with a stung. Try it with me. Fe-" "Fis-" "Fe-" "Fe-" "-stung." "-stung!" "Festung!" "Festung! I got it!" _Rodet would shout aloud, rather proud of himself, but quickly growing embarrassed by the second at his outburst. _Luduvika clapped at the man's efforts, rewarding him with praise instead of the stares and disapproval he was so used to in his life._ "Sehr gut! Wunderbar, Herr Rodet! Wunderbar!" "R-really?" "Jawohl! Das ist gut!" _Although it didn't seem like much, the man was nearly in tears. He wasn't quite used to praise yet. The amount of time he spent going ignored or with disapproval often left him feeling sad or empty. When he felt proud of himself for accomplishing something his body shouted in cheer but because of the treatment he recieved with it, it often left him feeling awful. How could a man celebrate his own success when he was reprimanded for it? It brought him back to one of the few times when he played a ball game. He had finally caught a ball that he normally would have missed. It was a moment in time when, despite all the harshness life had dished out to him, he truly felt like he accomplished something. He celebrated aloud, holding his prize over his head. Yet, in his moment of triumph, his classmates scolded him. To their credit, he needed to throw the ball in order for that catch to matter in that particular sub-sport, but his response was shattering for his self esteem. Embarrassment settled in, throwing to the nearest player before walking off the field. The entire time he had felt eyes watching him, judging him for costing them the game. People laughed at him, others simply shook their heads, several accounts ignored him outright. Not a single instructor stopped to encourage him. Not a single soul gave him praise. So many years had been like that. Most of his life, in fact, was chained down with self esteem struggles and self pity. Depression worsened. Being acknowledged for the smallest things, while something that was relatively useless or easy and with such enthusiasm, made him feel like he was worth something._ _Luduvika wiped away what tears began to form in his eyes, gripping his shoulder gently before returning her attention to Tear, only catching so much viewing time of the bird before it vanished as it had come._ "What a child." _Claine whispered, Luduvika's parabellum pressed up against his groin. He grunted, looking over to the woman who's eyes had sharpened with a look that spoke of a predator ready to strike its prey._ "Insult him again and I will make sure you have none." _Luduvika growled, hugging Rodet's head against herself with a hand covering his ears to deafen and blind him to the situation._ _Claine nodded, breathing again once she took the pistole off of his body._ _Luduvika's face returned to cheerful, looking back to Tear with a smile._ "I do appreciate your forewarning and your words of wisdom. Now for that hug." _She would let Rodet go, hopping up and setting her feet on the edges of the chair with her arms raised up like wings while she adjusted her feet. Her body compacted itself, a silent hop would follow. She flew past the counter, stopping centimeters from the wall before standing up straight and approaching the elf with open arms._ "To a new friendship, yes?"
> [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001c0000,timestamp=2018-03-23T22:35:58.378+0000) > > When Luduvika stopped speaking, the woman could likely realize that the bartender's expression was rather changed. Instead of a professional smile, her face reflected a cold, neutral look, her eyes looking sharply at the other woman. And another, her right hand held a wicked wooden staff topped with luminescent, multi-colored gems. In fact, as soon as those details were readily available, her clothes looked different as well. Instead of the white and red robes, they would take on a dull, navy blue, tattered at the bottom and well-worn. Topping her head was a traditional pointed witch's cap, jet black with a red band right above the rim of the hat. Her hair, previously taut in a neat ponytail, would be loose and hanging about her back, coming down to the middle of her back. More importantly, however, the bartender's entire body would crackle with bits of electricity. The scene crumbled away to a blank white, until the two were standing in a white void of a room, only denoted by what seemed to be edges of this room. To the others, however, the woman stood stock still, the new clothes and staff appearing in a small, audible blip.. However, to them, they didn't seem to move anywhere, rather, they stood still for a moment. Back in the white room, the bartender would speak up, her face remaining stern. "I am a widow myself, lady. I know what it felt to love, and to have your love insulted. I've killed and sacrificed for my love and joy, though they never were against my moral code of conduct. However, this is my bar, and I will not have you pull a gun in a bar, even if it were on a friend or accomplice who would understand. I won't confiscate your weapons, nor will I make you leave the bar. But forget the magic lessons, and the hug. Perhaps later, when you're more level headed. I refuse to teach the arcane arts that can bend space, time, and creation to someone who pulls out a weapon on a whim. Now, let us return." When she blinks again, the two would be returned to the bar, though to the others, only a second would have passed. The bartender would maintain her stern look a second longer, before looking back at the others. "If you will forgive me, does anyone need another drink? Ah, not you though, elf. You've already taken in too much."
: The Grand Magistrix's Rest (Bar Hub Open RP)
> [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001b0000,timestamp=2018-03-23T10:18:57.829+0000) > > Luduvika The bartender would give a slightly bigger smile, though there was only professionalism on that face still. Not only so, but the slight downward tilt of her head casted a bit of a shadow on her face. “No, miss. I do not believe that, even if I was crucially involved in the political situation of the country, I would change my mind, much less merely a year living in relative security. War is not peace. War is also not inherently evil, no. However, war remains not peace. Lives that some considered their friend or family is lost, and the land is brought to ruination by the war itself and the resource gathering required to facilitate such war. You cannot claim peace, but you can claim security or the peace of mind.” The bartender would raise her head slightly, her smile disappearing rapidly – though, she also looked rather distracted. The woman would hold out her right arm parallel to the floor, before murmuring something incomprehensible. In an instant, what seemed like a large bird materialized – though instead of landing on the outstretched arm, they perched on the woman’s right shoulder. With a sigh, the blonde bartender would lower their arm, before glancing at the large, purple, and somewhat glowing bird. The bird, as casual as it can get, would start speaking in that same incomprehensible language the woman was speaking before. The blonde would nod once in a while, holding up a finger to the four as a sign of needing a little. After a dozen seconds of speaking, however, the woman would genuinely smile as the bird stopped talking, the bartender speaking herself. “You big baby.” The mage would begin to scratch the chest plumage of the seemingly magical avian, as the woman began speaking in the same foreign language, though with a lot of repetition. With a good few seconds of scratching, she would pat the bird, who would then promptly dematerialize as abruptly as they appeared. “I apologize. Now, don’t let my words discourage you. What I’ve said is what I believe, not the truth of the world. Especially when it comes to an old coot like me. Now, with magic… I don’t have guarantees. I skipped quite a few steps when I first learned magic, and instructing how to start without any inherent talent is going to be a doozy. I can attempt it, though. As for jumping over the counter, you can. Though, I do urge you to not knock over any decorations or staves, lest you be stuck in the aether.”
: The Grand Magistrix's Rest (Bar Hub Open RP)
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001a,timestamp=2018-03-21T22:40:04.493+0000) > > Drogon "Right, right, bhin. Whatever you say. Though, first, I do have a magician's title, hence the name of the bar. Second, I'm not sure if being young can be applicable to myself... Though, I suppose it depends on what age is defined in your own mind. Regardless..." Once more, the woman would turn their attention away. > [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=00180000,timestamp=2018-03-22T04:11:27.120+0000) > > Claine, Whisp, Luduvika, Rodet The bartender would slowly scratch her right cheek, looking very slightly troubled, though she still held a professional smile. "...I... must say, this conversation is becoming even harder to track every second. Then again, none of you people are remotely close to being similar to the normal Piltoverian and their tech. In fact, some of you, if not all of you are as out of the norm as this corner bar is in this techno paradise of a city. The paradise bit are not my words, the landlord's. Regardless." Slowly, the blonde would play with her left handed ring, absentmindedly spinning it while speaking. "First, no thank you, though the kindness is noted. Chocolate has a tendency to ruin anything else sweet you eat for some time, I've come to a point where I'm vehemently opposed to its existence thanks to my descendants' obsession with it. Still, thank you for asking. About teaching magic, the magical essence and mana that permeate the land is quite similar, however different in the important parts, so my methods may not be the best to go for. However, if you wish for lessons, an equivalent exchange must be done - though, if you mean after the working hours, it may be fine. Depends on what you wish to learn, and how fast. The arcane arts, though possible to earn through bloodline or blessing, missing either of that, it is necessary to learn with zeal and time." "Though, I suppose zeal doesn't seem to be a problem. Such fervent nationalism, praiseworthy yet foolhardy, shows that in full. Even when waging war for the sake of keeping peace is an oxymoron to say the least - even if truly well-intentioned. Hugs are... a bit odd for a stranger to ask for, but... I suppose?"
: *drogon smiled and threw back his hood revealing an older face maybe 30 with a lot of smile lines and pure white eyes and hair* "thank you for your concern ma'am but i've been probably been drinking longer than you've been alive" (btw he is like 400 years old. he is immortal after all) "ill take it straight"
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=0019,timestamp=2018-03-20T18:35:40.777+0000) > > Drogon "Bhin. Understood, then. Just don't puke on me, and that also extends to the other guests. Getting the stench and stain out is easy, the short term loss of appetite and such is not very much so." Placing the cocktail glass down onto the table, the blonde bartender would wave her right hand over the counter, and under the waving hand, two shot glasses, two tall, clear glasses, and a metal glass would materialize underneath it. Then, the woman would tap the top of the bottles containing their respective alcoholic drinks. The bottles chilled, frost forming rapidly around the containers. Grabbing the absinthe, the bartender pours into a shot glass, stopping when the glass was filled two thirds in. Dumping the contents into a tall, clear glass, the bartender would drop both the absinthe bottle and the used shot glass onto the floor on their side - though, there was no sound to reflect their likely demise. Unphased, the woman would pour another shot glass with the whisky, dropping the two things unceremoniously after pouring the liquids into the same clear glass. The brandy would be poured into the last tall, clear glass,, repeating the steps that had been displayed prior. Grabbing the last metal glass, the woman would jam it open-ended first into the tall, clear glass, before tossing the glass up in the air. After a short ascension, the glasses would drop. However, before it could land, and presumably crash, into the staff, the conjoined glasses would hover just above the staff, continuing to spin. After a few more seconds of such spinning, it would come to an abrupt halt, metal glass pointing down. Grabbing the joined glasses, the woman would give a tap on the clear glass with her right palm, before grasping it and pulling it out. The bartender would let the liquid pour down to the metal glass. Snapping her finger with her left hand, a julep strainer would materialize in her hand, which she would put it on top of the glass. Grabbing the tin glass with her right hand, and the strainer on the left, the bartender would pour the mixture into the cocktail glass. Once again, she would unceremoniously drop the tools in her hand to the floor once more. All in about two dozen seconds. The woman would grab the glass by the stem and place it in front of the man. "Enjoy. And I'm sure I don't need to tell you that you should drink it slowly for various reasons."
: The Grand Magistrix's Rest (Bar Hub Open RP)
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001600000000,timestamp=2018-03-20T01:01:05.438+0000) > > Drogon "It will be just a minute, though... you better be good at holding your drink, hotshot. That's a hard drink to say the least, at least as cocktails go. And, since it's a cocktail, not some simple drink, how do you want it? Straight up, or on the rocks? Maybe just chilled? Or maybe frozen?" After letting her staff go, which would then float in place, the woman would start taking out bottles from under the counter, three bottles with labels written in their respective languages. The blonde bartender would also produce a cocktail glass, though she wouldn’t put it down like the bottles. Instead, she would produce a cloth from a pocket somewhere on the inside of the robes. While she began to clean, she would switch her attention to Luduvika, waiting for Drogon to speak in the meanwhile. > [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=00170000,timestamp=2018-03-19T08:23:02.790+0000) > > Claine, Whisp, Luduvika, Rodet "As an answer in order, that's personal and also I live here for now, enough for myself to exist in this plane of existence and not get bothered because people with slight physical deformities may as well be human in practice and rights, many things to say the least, a tavern. Secondly, if she's so stuck on the appearance of people with lighter hair colors and skin, then have they been to Demacia? Plenty of those there to say the least." Tear would clean the glass in silence for a few more seconds, before speaking once more. "I do believe that I will have to disappoint you, however. Whoever your ancestors are, while I am very much similar to them, I am quite certain that I do not share the same heritage as they do. I can still answer questions, but I would be a mere faux in light of the mythological past race that you have proof of. I can tell you right now that your race did not come from the same blood of the Protector, nor are they the same as the Tel'Quessir. Regardless, I will answer questions, as long as they aren't as personal as the ones you said previously."
: The Grand Magistrix's Rest (Bar Hub Open RP)
> [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=00140000,timestamp=2018-03-18T03:01:56.664+0000) > > Claine, Whisp, Luduvika, Rodet The bartender would cork the wine bottle, gently easing it into the bottle at first, before forcing it in more after it found a little leeway at the entrance. From the way the woman was looking, they didn't seem to pay attention to the people around her, instead focusing on the wine and other equipment strewn about from opening and serving alcohol. The small knife and the corkscrew would be returned to their pockets, while the bottle of wine was returned to under the counter. Hearing Luduvika, the blonde woman would crouch down again as another clink of glass and the pouring of liquid accompanied by the sound of bursting foam would emit once more. Like before, another long glass of beer would be in the hand of the woman. Silently, she would place it down in front of Luduvika. As the four talked among each other, the woman would begin fiddling with a ring on her left hand ring finger for a few seconds, before looking up again when she was mentioned. Returning her arms to inside the robes, she would stand still, holding her neutral face as always. After more of the talk, the woman would scratch her right cheek before speaking. "My name is Tear. And, thank you, miss...? Ah, and if you will give me a moment." The woman would grab a completely wooden staff and raise it slightly, and chanting quietly. Looking satisfied within just a few seconds, the blonde bartender would nod towards the four patrons with a slight smile. She would keep hold of the staff, before looking at the door, much like how she did so when the four first came in. Quietly, she watched as a patron enter, before another enter a small time after. Seeing that the two weren't ordering and instead interacting with one another, the bartender would look back at Luduvika.
: The Grand Magistrix's Rest (Bar Hub Open RP)
> [{quoted}](name=Vuruna,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=00100000,timestamp=2018-02-19T21:53:43.415+0000) > > Vuruna > [{quoted}](name=Artixero,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=0012,timestamp=2018-03-06T15:24:28.583+0000) > > Tachi > [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=0013,timestamp=2018-03-12T06:34:39.745+0000) > > Luduvika, Rodet, Claine, Whisp The bartender continued her cleaning, scrubbing down the wooden counter with vigor to get the blood off of it before it inevitably seeped in. The woman would occasionally look up towards Vuruna or Tachi, depending on who was speaking at the time, with one or two glances towards Karen. After a few more wipes, she would open her mouth once more. “Gratitude is not necessary, miss. The business and sales of the shop is not incredibly important, as this is my hobby, not my main source of income. A corner bar like this wouldn’t be financially possible without being rather crowded at the right times – and as you can see, not much happens here. I do have to warn you, however, that you do not tell those in the area that I offer these types of services during times of emergency. I have no mind to turn this into a clinic, after all.” The woman would return to wiping down the counter. With a bit of time, however, the two could likely spot a tinge of annoyance on the blonde’s face, seemingly having found a spot that she simply could not scrub down well enough. She would scrub it down a few more times with increasing intensity, before seemingly giving up with a quiet sigh. “By the by, miss, sir. When do you want the food to be done? Since this is a bar, neither the steak nor the treats that accompany the tea is not prepared at all. The time it takes for both food items to be cooked can be greatly accelerated, but it will at least take a few minutes.” The bartender would bend down once more, rummaging about for a little, before coming back up. In her hands would be an inkwell, quill, and a scrap of parchment. As she started to speak once more, the blonde would also write – rather quickly so. “And, the tea will be prepared based on preference on the spot, so don’t worry much about that… Ah, and it seems we have new customers. If you both will excuse me.” Before the door would open, or footsteps could even be heard. The bartender would grab another ornate staff from the back of the store, before making an incredibly short chant and a wave of the staff with both hands. The pungent smell of blood would dissipate from the bar, as well as the bloody marks on the floor and counter. In fact, a slight tinge of aroma of wine would be the only thing remaining. The inkwell and quill would also have disappeared, along with the scrap of parchment that she had been writing on. Looking satisfied, she would place her staff back to its rightful place, coming back to a neutral stance right before the doors opened. The woman remained her neutral stance and face despite the actions of the newcomer patrons, though her left eyebrow did seem slightly raised. She would first nod towards Luduvika and Rodet, before turning and emitting an ‘understood’ towards them. The bartender would look at the first duo first, before speaking and crouching down. “While the order has been understood, I will have to warn that I won’t be able to take orders not in the local, city-state wide languages and their derivatives.” The sound of liquid sloshing about, and the sound of foam bursting outwards could be heard twice, before the bartender stood up again with two tall, full glasses of beer with a thick top of foam precariously bouncing about, ready to spill. “Two Graggy Ice, served cold. Here you are.” The woman would set the glasses down in front of the hugging duo, before turning her attention back to the armored man and the woman next to him. The bartender would crouch down again, but unlike last time, she would simply procure two wine glasses and a bottle of wine. Pulling out an extremely small knife from somewhere beneath the robe, the woman would carefully place the knife at the bottom lip of the bottle. Slowly, she would turn the bottle, cutting the wrapping that surrounded the bottle. Putting the knife down, the bartender would produce yet another tool, a corkscrew. Pushing the corkscrew down to the cork, she would spin the corkscrew right once, twice, thrice, before stopping. Carefully, she would begin to extract the cork, wiggling it a few times before the cork popped out. Taking the bottle by its shoulder, the bartender would give it a quick sniff, before quipping, “It’s not corked, as expected.” Much like before, she would put a thumb in the punt of the bottle and the rest of her fingers on the body of the bottle. Slowly, she would tip it down, keeping it steady with her left index and middle finger on the neck of the bottle. When the first glass was filled to the halfway point with white wine, the bartender would pull the bottle up before tipping it down again on the next glass. She would do the same to the second glass, though when she pulled up again, she would lightly spin the bottle. Setting the bottle down, the woman would grab the stem of the glasses, and hand the two to their respective person. “And to you two, two Demacian wines, served cold as well. Enjoy.”
: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MAqkPZ4V,comment-id=019c0000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-01-12T15:45:42.724+0000) > > (( Ditto on the apology. I've gone and done you one up, in a worse manner. )) > > "A fellow stage artist, a performer, then? We have much to converse, then, it's rather surprising to see another travelling performer, and even more so, in the same forest. The world is, after all, quite large for such coincidences. Ah, but not to say I doubt that you are one... not that I'd say that I don't believe you face to face. Not only would that be rude, that would also be rather detrimental to myself, seeing as you are also offering to be my guide. Regardless, enough of me dodging the questions due to wanting a moment to think about the answers, and how they should be organized. After all, you asked rather many in number. If I didn't know better, I would say you were trying to bully a poor old lady." The mask covered the face, as usual, but the other woman could likely tell that the other woman seemed either amused or smiling. The similarly gold eyed woman would put her right hand on her hip, seemingly getting ready for the conversation ahead. > > "First, yes. I am a stranger to these lands, as is rather apparent. I lived a life in dryer, hotter climates, and for the latter parts of it, in a desert. Not only so, I am rather incapable when it comes to directions and cardinal directions. Compass or otherwise, and in this scenario, I have none of due to breaking them accidentally while sleeping. I would much appreciate guidance, though the creatures of these lands seem a lot gentler than those of the desert." > > "Second, people are indeed my main audience. A performer's got to pay for her meals, her supplies. I can lure animals like I did before, but while I wasn't so picky in my youth, now... well, I simply don't like killing animals. Blood, skinning, pulling out guts, preserving... not something I like to do. I do know how to do so, but not only is it more in tandem to dryer climates, it's simply displeasing to me. There is no beauty in the unmaking of life, whether with clemency or cruelty. My profession is to bring entertainment, bring joy to those who do such work, those who do work that is less filled with merrymaking. I don't deny that another must die, another must be consumed for one to be sustained, but I simply do not wish to do so directly." > > "As for the animals... it's quite simple. Compassion, abatement is a rarity in the vicious cycle of nature. Not only am I allowed to practice for the next performance, I also give both sedation and vigor to those around me. As much as magic can bring ruination, in small doses, with control and the restraint of limited potential, it can help the less sapient. Ah, not to say that I do utilize the magic against people - after all, it's rather well-noticed by anyone capable of utilizing any form of magic. Which, I would like to comment, that you do. If you are willing to ask another for how they utilize the mystical forces, I assume you are willing to share your own, at least in a cryptic manner? It's always in a cryptic manner, with no exception to myself. And to exclude myself now, the magic I utilize is infused with the songs I weave, soothing and pacifying to those who hear it. I can do a little more, of course, but mostly nothing malicious." "You may be looking too far into what I said, a fellow stage artist isn't quite what I'd call myself." Ahri said, after allowing Fien to finish her rather long reply. "I like to be on equal footing when sharing things, so I gave you my alias too. I hope you don't find me rude for that, and can understand why." While she would have been happy to let her new acquaintance believe she was another performer, continuing that lie under question would have been too difficult since Fien had experience herself. As this masked woman described her earlier life, and the climate she was used to living in, a curious thought struck her. Even if it was unlikely, it couldn't hurt to ask... "I know this may seem like an odd question, but have you every heard the name Ymelo during your travels?" Ahri had plenty of other questions, but that one she was most interested in, that strange stone was her only real clue in figuring out what she was, and if there was any others like her. It had always been a strange feeling, being alone in the world, while she had similarities with the other Vastayan's of Ionia, none were like her. She had no family, no tribe, no village. Ahri had prepared to answer this question, though she wondered how attuned Fien was, and if she could tell the fox was leaving a large part of what she could do out. Still, she had said being cryptic was expected. "So you noticed?" She asked, not really surprised that the performer was able to pick up on her magical aura, being a creature of magic and all. "Since you shared, I'll indulge you. I can create, and control a special kind of fire." She held out her hand, and a blue flame sprung to life, burning in the center of her open palm. A strong, other-worldly heat could be felt radiating outward from its center, before she closed her hand, and the flame vanished. "I've found it quite useful for hunting and cooking, though you could consider it malicious if I desired to use it like that." "Shall we start moving? We can always question each other while we walk."
> [{quoted}](name=Foxfire Ahri,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MAqkPZ4V,comment-id=019c00000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-02-23T19:20:25.118+0000) > > Ahri With the amount of physical coverings and the concealment in their speech, it would be no surprise to the vastayan that throughout the entire time she was speaking, the performer would only give little physical reaction. Fien would slowly nod, though, at the end, she would tilt her head to the side slightly. "I... will have to address my slight, if not still present disappointment from that confession. It is always a joy to meet another performer, and especially one who knows much of the indigenous legends and tales. Regardless, your willingness to tell the truth is noted and appreciated regardless of intention. Though, I am now curious now if your alias has any meaning, or was created in the heat of the moment." The brunette would pause for a few seconds, likely to gather her thoughts, before opening her mouth once more. "I can't tell if you are being especially and outstandingly vague out of ignorance of the arcane and spiritual or due to simply wanting to omit information for whichever reason they may be. The coloration of the flame matters not, but its source does. Good for you, my mastery of the arcane arts are innate, not by knowledge. In short, I couldn't tell you which it may be." On queue, a floating crown of golden fire would form, spiking in magical saturation in comparison to the immediate area around them - and its owner. In a few seconds, it would dissipate without any signal from the masked woman. "As such, I could not tell you how to produce that feat of magic. I simply know how to create it... And I would be remiss were I not to mention that my knowledge of Ymelo only extends as far as my knowledge on the arcane does. The stones of Ymelo, created by, well, Ymelo. They are rare. That would be all I know." The woman would tilt her head back, looking straight at the vastayan, her tone becoming lighter. "It would be good to move, yes. Do lead the way, my knowledge of my surroundings remain slight at best."
Show more

WhatisaProfanity

Level 13 (NA)
Lifetime Upvotes
Create a Discussion