Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175 
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 21, 2015 14:41:48 GMT -8
"Heh heh heh..."
Vain gives a cocky smirk and follows Andraste down.
"So, Andraste...do you want to get breakfast? We can go back to the bazaar. Or...we can order some food to be delivered to your study and get some privacy."
He jogs up next to her, leaning in to give her a quick kiss.
"I'm glad you summoned me."
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 21, 2015 14:57:07 GMT -8
The sight of Vain giving Andraste a kiss angers Vigil greatly for some reason, he feels like his being is on fire from what he witnessed. He wanted to kill the filthy demon right then and there... but he remembered what Andraste said. He couldn't kill him... yet. He was so angry though, Vigil had to do something to make him pay.
Vigil was shaking and he slowly snuck up on Vain. While Andraste's attention was turned away the wisp would give Vain a charlie horse in both of his legs with little magic missiles. Making him atleast fall or buckle would relieve some of his anger. He didn't yet understand why he'd been triggered like that though.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 21, 2015 15:00:40 GMT -8
"Ouch!"
Vain falls and lands on his face as his legs spasm.
"Ow...I wonder what that was all about? I usually don't get leg cramps, I work out pretty often. Maybe I didn't stretch enough after last night. That was really something..."
He rubs his calves and gets up.
"Weird."
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244 
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 21, 2015 15:03:38 GMT -8
Andraste smiles to herself as Vain kisses her, looking away for a moment only to hear a 'thump' as Vain's face collides with the ground. She gives him an odd look. "Perhaps some sort of magical disruption caused by the link," she answers. She pauses for a moment in thought. "Why do you need to work out?" she asks, raising a brow, "Isn't your body naturally built for attractiveness due to the circumstances of your profession? That said, I am quite sore myself, thanks to you. I will be glad once we get back to town." It is then that one might notice she walks more slowly than usual, and with much more...tender steps. Her thighs are on fire, and it shows if one knows what to look for. |
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 21, 2015 15:09:47 GMT -8
Vain wipes the dirt off his face.
"Yeah, and we usually have pretty strong leg muscles. For repetitious movements, especially. But I like to work out. You can always improve on perfection, y'know? Also, thick muscles make the ropes and whips hurt less. But that's beside the point."
He glances at the way Andraste is walking and grins to himself. He knows exactly what to look for, and he likes knowing that he did that.
"Well, if you're sore...I can give you a massage later. I know how to do that. I'm quite good at it, actually, if I do say so myself."
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 21, 2015 15:43:00 GMT -8
I'll wipe that grin off your face in time, you cad... A filthy otherworlder laying his hands on her, this is bad comedy.
"Oh no..." Vigil said outloud, realizing the hatred in his thoughts.
I'm becoming my father... he hates beings from other worlds...
"You're awfully full of yourself, aren't you, Demon?" Vigil flew over and placed himself between Andraste and Vain, he sorta snuggles up to the mage and says happily, "I'm actually excited to reach my adult stage! This could be fun, as long as things go right. I wonder how tall I'm going to be?"
Vigil's voice will start to sound mature more than childish from this point on but will still crack sometimes.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 21, 2015 15:49:16 GMT -8
"Can't you literally just craft your figure any way you like, as an incubus?" asks Andraste, before Vigil presses himself up against her, disrupting her conversation with him. And she was about to accept his offer for a massage, too. That would be lovely.
She wraps an arm around Vigil and gives him a smile, instead. "You're going to be the biggest Ethereal ever, I bet. Tall as a mountain," she assures.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 21, 2015 15:53:30 GMT -8
"Hey..."
Vain looks rather annoyed at being bumped off to the side by a giant glowing orb, but quickly replaces it with a happy grin.
"Yes, I'm sure you'll be nice and tall, little guy. And you'll have arms! Think of the possibilities!"
He drops back behind Andraste, then walks up on her other side. He puts an arm around her, squishing the mage between himself and Vigil.
"And I could, but that would be all illusion. Fake muscle. It wouldn't have any real strength behind it. And I like working out, it's satisfying. See?"
He flexes his arm, showing off flawless biceps.
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 21, 2015 16:02:53 GMT -8
"Haha, that'd be impractical but I get your meaning!" Vigil laughs at what Andraste says and feels very happy to feel her arm around him. Upon hearing what Vain says about arms he thinks to himself, Yes, I'll have arms and hands to garrote you with.
When Vain changes his position, Vigil contemplates sending an electric current through to him but restrains himself. He just plays along, "Amusing."
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 21, 2015 16:13:20 GMT -8
Andraste looks between the two, blinking a few times before raising a brow. "Am I being contested over?" she asks the both of them, her voice possessing an uncharacteristic bite to it. "You two are my two most valued companions currently. One because you helped me escape from certain death, and the other because you're bound to my soul and I cannot leave you...among...other things. I must ask you both to cease this senseless passive-aggressive combat of intent."
She removes her arm from Vigil and shrugs Vain's arm off from around her shoulder before speeding up to walk exactly ten metres in front of the two, ignoring the growing pull of her heart toward Vain, the other side of which will be magnified tenfold, Vain's need for her beginning to become unbearable, although it's not quite to that point.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 21, 2015 16:18:19 GMT -8
Vain runs to catch up.
"Augh! What? No! You're not being contested over! I'm not contesting anything! Wait up!"
His face is desperate until he reaches about five meters, at which point he slows down.
"Hey, don't do that. It hurts. I get all...anxious and worried until I'm closer to you. Also, it hurts a lot. That isn't nice, you know."
He looks over at the wisp. Is he the one that caused his legs to give out? Ah well. Probably just jealous, that's all.
"I'm sorry if I came off as passive-agressive, Andraste. I just want the best for you...and to be with you. Because we're bound together and it physically hurts me to be away. It's like I'm getting dragged by my...actually, let's just say that it's best for me to stick close to you."
He glances over at Vigil.
"I don't want to offend any little ones."
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 21, 2015 16:25:35 GMT -8
"I'm sorry Andraste." Vigil says before Andraste pulls ahead of them. She gets far enough away for Vigil to whispers to Vain, know the effects he may be feeling from the space created between them. "Does it hurt, demon?"
When Vain looks back he would feel a menacing aura from Vigil. Conjuring little orbs, Vigil arranges them in the shape of a rude gesture and giggles.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 21, 2015 16:48:04 GMT -8
Andraste feels Vigil's menacing aura without even looking, herself, and turns to face the two. "Cease. Now. Both of you," she commands, her tone carrying a dangerous edge to it. Speaking to a demon that way would be enough to get most people killed, but apparently Andraste is unafraid of such a fate. She turns about again and continues toward the city, her gait long and quick, although not particularly angry or stomping. She simply carries an aura of urgency about her. Vigil was maturing too quickly. This is problematic.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 21, 2015 16:51:40 GMT -8
Vain looks meek and innocent.
"Yes, Andraste."
He jogs along, trying to stay close enough that it doesn't hurt, but far enough away that Andraste doesn't scold him. He glances back at Vigil, feeling the menace.
"Easy there, little guy. Didn't you hear Andraste? Calm yourself. I'm not here to hurt anyone."
He keeps his tone calm and placating, with just a slight hint of a patronizing edge.
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 21, 2015 17:02:37 GMT -8
Vigil feels like Andraste is disappointed with him and dims. He follows behind and behaves for now. He didn't want to force Andraste to cast him away, he just felt an need to guard her. The adolescent wisp cursed that this demon had to appear while he rested. He felt sorrowful for now, confused about all the new feelings he had. He never saw Link or any other Ethereals acting how he did, for them it seemed routine and mundane.
Perhaps Vigil was different though, he did not restrict himself to the Ethereal realm like the others and his nature was more rebellious.
One thing was certain though, when he looked at Vain he knew: I hate you...
<Vigil follows wherever we're going.>
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 21, 2015 20:50:01 GMT -8
Andraste continues on her path, climbing down the ridge and finally hitting the rolling hills of the Free Plains themselves. She walks off toward the Free City, and the rest of the trip is done in silence. <exit to The Conjunction> |
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 21, 2015 20:53:34 GMT -8
Vain follows along, shooting occasional glances at Vigil to make sure he isn't plotting anything.
[exits]
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Nov 1, 2015 18:27:34 GMT -8
<Enters with Kate Green and Artemis from the Grand Bazaar> Madame Naoki’s sandals crunch against the autumn leaves that blow idly along the ground, as she leads her small party down the road. Behind them, the northern watchtowers of The Free City fall out of sight below a rise as the group proceeds away from the city in a northwesterly direction, towards the distant grey bulk of the mountains. As the distance to their destination, wherever that might be, grows shorter, Naoki’s thoughts fly ahead to the details of the impending picnic. The stiff autumn breeze gusts, teasing the hem of her sundress upwards. She found herself partially regretting her choice of attire. Though, perhaps it would be asking a lot, to have an outfit that would perfectly meet all of her needs today. Thinking about it, the weather would likely put a stop to most activities that could be described as intimate. That’d have to wait for later tonight. However, the chilly air could still be used to her benefit in other ways. The food was well in hand, but as to the possible topics of conversation… Naoki was drawing a blank. What was one meant to discuss with their… significant other? Were they even at that stage? What stage was this? She finds herself riddled with doubt. This wasn’t quite like any other outing she had taken anyone on. There wasn’t an ulterior motive, no deals to be closed, no secrets to be divined, this was purely for the enjoyment of all involved. Thinking further, Naoki realizes that she is unaware of a number of basic facts about Kate. Simple things, like favorite color and birthdate. Thinking still further, an interrogation session about small facts would make for terrible conversation. This topic, the topic of topics, if you will, plagues Naoki as she walks; the well worn road slowly transitioning into the open plains. Grassy flats roll up into strange hills that point narrow overhangs northwards towards the mountains like sundials. In front of them, the trees of the forest inch closer with every step. |
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on Nov 2, 2015 14:13:03 GMT -8
Artemis follows behind the group closely, feet falling silently on the rough flagstones of the road, the picnic basket dangling lazily from her left hand.
The sun shines down brightly today, but with little warmth, and the north breeze holds promises of winter and snow to come. Around them, seas of grass flow and move in little currents with the whims of the wind before swirling on towards the great openness of the horizon. In the distance, the tiny ribbon of the road disappears into a sea of orange and red and yellow leaves, nestled up to the monolithic grey forms of the mountains.
The road dips and curves, winding its way around the base of one of the strange hills that dot the landscape of the plains. Artemis shifts her gaze, admiring the work of nature. Some two hundred feet tall at the tip of its overhang, smaller than most of its fellows, the ground around the hill's base was shattered and broken. Enormous boulders and great slabs of rock lie one on top of the other in a frozen image of unimaginable chaos, obstructing the way to a sheer rock face towering fifty feet above the plain. On the hill's grassy top, a few trees are beginning to shed their leaves, painting the ground with brilliant hues.
As Artemis observes this formation, an errant thought strikes her. She takes a moment to consider the possibility, before voicing her decision.
"Madame, perhaps this hill would serve as a suitable location for your picnic? I believe I could enable its use."
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Nov 2, 2015 15:06:37 GMT -8
Surreal.
The only word that Kate could describe what she was feeling at this moment, was 'surreal'. Even that didn't encompass all the emotios she was feeling as the fast expanse of The Free Plains spread in from of them. This was so unlike her. Going out in the middle of the day for what? A couple of baubles and a picnic.
Picnic... With her.
Kate couldn't wait. There was so much she wanted to say and she wanted to hear her say. It felt like a dream come true. Naoki however seemed... Distant. She had a lingering feeling that Naoki might be trying too hard. It was obvious that she put a lot of effort into making this a perfect date. The least she could do to ease her burden was to show that she really was having a great time.
I feel like a forest fairy, wearing this. Hm... What was that one song about fairies?
Kate grabbed the hem of her dress and spun back and forth, humming a tune while Naoki was guiding them somewhere private. The humming sound was joined with vocals, that formed into words that made lyrics.
Although, these lyrics were not any language. Maybe they weren't even words but rather vowels put together in a rhythmic way. Regardless, the sound soothed the air around them, hopefully easing the tension on the air.
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