Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 4, 2016 16:20:41 GMT -8
Roy glanced over at Noye, frowning slightly. She really was uptight about titles, wasn't she? He'd heard that Gaulish aristocrats could be somewhat snooty, although he'd never seen for himself before now. Perhaps it was true. Regardless, Roy didn't like hostility, especially towards people he liked. He considered saying something, but decided that anything he would say would just make the situation worse. Anyways, Vera could handle herself. Stepping back a little bit, he pulled a piece of chocolate from his bag and bit off a piece with a soft crunch.
"Mmm...chocolate. You two sure you don't want any?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2016 5:16:01 GMT -8
Somewhere within the halls, a dash of stardust glimmers and casts across the floor. Further along the way, more seems to sparkle into existence before dusting the floor again. The third batch would let a creature fade into existence from the plane of the spirits - a multi-tailed fox with a moonlight and coal pelt with a leery gaze and a grin full of nothing but mischief. It sniffed about, nose low to the ground or hovering close to whatever was in reach.
It could only wonder what kind of trouble it could make here~
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Jul 5, 2016 11:12:45 GMT -8
Vera flicks her eyes to Noyé again. She was a stickler wasn't she? Who gave a toss about something like a title. Taking a rabbit from the fire Vera pulls a blade and sinks it in. She tests the interior temperature of the meat. Almost done. Laying the rabbit back on the fire she turned her full attention to the other woman. With a calm that belied her brewing annoyance she says sweetly.
"You are right I didn't. I was trying to friendly and you are sharing my fire. If you want to insist on proper titles you can refer to me as Druidess Vera. At that point we can have a stiff formal exchange of pleasantries and then depart. If that sounds like a good time to you let's have at it Lady Noyé. If you'd rather have an actual conversation, maybe enjoy some rabbit, maybe get some of that weight off your shoulders you can call me Vera. Your choice, loosen up and make a friend or stick to doctrine and go back to sitting alone."
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Post by Lady Sucette Noyé on Jul 5, 2016 13:23:27 GMT -8
Sucette ignores Roy's second offer of chocolate. Is this normal behavior for vampires, to do the same thing over and over again? Maybe being dead keeps them from moving forward at the same pace as the living. For the moment. though, she pays it no mind.
Vera, on the other hand, really puzzled her. She's both insulting and claiming that she's being friendly. It makes no sense. Is it a foreign thing? Still, Sucette says to her, "it isn't doctrine, Vera. It is respect. I politely let you how I wish to be addressed and you take offense, as if respecting my title is a burden to you. How can we have a friendly conversation if you won't even grant me the dignity of addressing me the how I want?"
But Vera doesn't seem to be interested in friendly conversation. She's probably invited Sucette to the fire only to belittle and dismiss her. People can be cruel at this school. Even the vampire seems friendlier than a lot of the living students she's met over the years here. Yet, Sucette wants this conversation to go well. In spite of the insults, there was something about Vera that made her want to stay an continue the conversation. She just refuses to suffer more indignities for the sake of continuing it.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Jul 6, 2016 14:42:37 GMT -8
Vera raises an eyebrow. Was Noyé being obtuse, or was she really this oblivious. Vera leans forward to stare at Noyé, forearms resting on her knees. She purses her lips as if in deep thought. Then after a moment she says slowly.
"Well in response to your first point, it is in fact doctrine. You have a belief that because you are nobility you should be addressed by your title. To your second point, I am not offended. A bit annoyed, perhaps. Since I was just trying to be nice and you are making it difficult to be nice."
Vera pauses picks up her rabbit and checks it. Just right the druid tears off a chunk, chews and swallows. Then says with a grin.
"To your third point, I didn't say respecting your title was a burden. I expressed a willing to address you by your title Noyé. With the caveat that you use mine. Which I note you chose not to do and as nobility shouldn't you lead by example? And the other caveat that the conversation would be short, stiff, and formal."
Another pause, another mouthful of rabbit.
"I think we could have a perfectly friendly conversation without titles. It isn't as though I made up a name to insult you, like Lady A-Noyé-ing. Without titles we could have a lovely conversation because as two peers and potential new friends. With titles though it is a conversation between a druid and a noble lady of Gauldin. Which would, by your cultures rules require me to defer to you. Since by your cultures estimation I am commoner as I lack wealth, land, and noble rank."
Vera finishes the first rabbit off and tosses it's bones in the fire. Wiping the grease off on a handkerchief she produces she concludes her thoughts.
"Now, well I am sure such a conversation would be very polite and friednly from your perspective, from mine it would be a different matter. Conversation with an emphasis on titles, rank, and social status just irritate the piss out of me. We druids as a rule don't much care for formality. I can do it if I have to, since I know it is polite to respect other cultures. However, this conversation isn't one I have to have. It is a purely voluntary one. So why would I chose to continue it, if you are going to insist on formality?"
Vera smiles sweetly and scoops up the other rabbit. What was with nobles and their titles. They were all equal in the eyes of Mother Gaia, just mortals trying to get by. It's not like a wolf or a bolt of lightning is going to check to see if you owned 50 acres of land before striking you dead.
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Post by Lady Sucette Noyé on Jul 7, 2016 4:34:31 GMT -8
"It seems that not using titles has made this conversation even shorter and unfriendlier, Druidess Vera. I do not wish to continue it with you. Goodbye," she says to Vera. To the vampire she says, "and goodbye to you, Roy." With that she leaves the vampire and the impolite and insulting woman to her fire.
That Vera is just like the other students. Pointlessly mean. As she has done many times before, Sucette continues the argument in her head after the fact simply because it is too impolite to say what she wants to say out loud. It would be satisfying to actually say them, sure, but it wouldn't be constructive at all.
Doctrine? As if refusing to eat a chicken killed by a farmer because the earth might be unhappy with it isn't doctrine. She has nothing against earth mages, surely, but Vera plainly can't see they have their own doctrines. And hell, so what if it were doctrine? How does explaining why she has a title negate the need to use it? Even if Noyé were some stuck up royal it would still be disrespectful to refuse to use her title.
And "Druidess Vera"? If Sucette isn't so angry she might smile at that. The woman doesn't want to be called by her title; she makes it very obvious what she thought of them. Is Sucette suppose to insult her by calling her something that she is so disdainful of? She wants to be referred to as simply Vera but then pounces on Noyé when she does just that?
No, she realizes it doesn't matter what she says. Vera would have found a way to demean her. "A-Noyé-ing"? She's like a child, a bully who takes pleasure in hurting others. Nothing Sucette could have done would have changed anything. The earth mage invited her over to the fire for no other reason than to insult her.
Sucette has only made it twenty or so yards from the fire in the open commons. Arguing in her head is faster than against another person. Yet she continues this one-sided mental debate for no other reason than it's all she can do.
This talk of Vera's about culture. She claims to understand Gauldish culture when she obviously doesn't. They're both students at the Académie! They're both working hard to improve themselves. Yet Vera is dismissive of Sucette because of what she imagines her background to be? The druid knows nothing about her and yet judged her from before they even spoke, like a predator sizing up her prey.
Vera thinks using Sucette's title would create some kind of power imbalance between them. So she belittles the woman to "make them even" not realizing that Noyé came into the conversation as an equal. Insulting someone to make a conversation friendlier? Absurd.
Oh, what is the point of these mental arguments? It's only making her feel worse. Why couldn't she say these things to the horrid woman? Why must she retreat when it is clear she's in the right? Sucette wonders about this as she makes her way to one of the stone staircases leading away from the commons.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 9, 2016 12:16:53 GMT -8
Roy stood by idly as Vera and Sucette snipped and snapped at each other. It wasn't his fight, even if the noblewoman seemed rather stuck on titles and formalities. He waved goodbye when she left, blinking in confusion and turning to Vera.
"Well...she seemed nice. So, uh...how's your day been?"
He watched Vera's face, hoping that she wasn't too annoyed from the exchange. Everyone said that rich Gaulish people were snobby, but he hadn't thought it was true until now. Perhaps she had just been having a bad day.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Jul 12, 2016 11:25:48 GMT -8
"Good till now. You try and be nice to.someone and what do you get? I should have known better, none of these nobles can have a friendly conversation. They act like the world ends if you have a bit of informality."
Vera tears another chunk from her rabbit and chews and swallows past the lump in her throat. She didn't want to eat anymore she was too angry. Still if she didn't finish the meal she'd lose her power. Gaia's rules were very strict.
All Vera had wanted to do was be nice to someone who clearly needed a friend. Apprently though that person couldn't just be a person. They had to be a title as well and apprently they couldn't stand the insult of just being a person. Even when you explain as nicely, well as not punching her in the facely, as you can why you'd rather not use titles.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 14, 2016 18:54:34 GMT -8
"Hmm..."
Roy turned to watch the young woman go. He hoped she wasn't too upset. She seemed a bit snobbish, but Vera had been somewhat harsh. He sighed, crunching on his chocolate.
"I don't know, Vera. Maybe it was just culture shock. Perhaps she's just used to it, since people have probably called her that her whole life. It would be weird for people to suddenly start calling me Royal Quincy Fletcher all the time, even though that's my full name. I'm used to just Roy. I'll bet it's just like that, only in reverse."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2016 20:01:48 GMT -8
It was the rabbit. The fox came to the end of the hall and sat down, all nine tails lazily swaying about in no forseen pattern. The pointed nose was directed at the backs of the two still there, the third having huffed and wandered away. Not that the spirit cared - the only thing on its agenda... was the rabbit.
The leery stare remained on the female that was preparing and eating what smelled so good. For now, it sat and stared in that eerie and mystical way it's legend told of.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Jul 15, 2016 21:42:24 GMT -8
Vera shrugs her shoulders. It wasn't her problem anymore. Noye had proved to be just as spoiled as the rest of the noble bitches I'm this school. If she was so wrapped up in titles that was her problem, not Vera's. Besides...
"I also wasn't thrilled with how she treated you. Like you didn't even exist! Who does that to another person?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 16, 2016 10:00:20 GMT -8
Roy shrugged. It hadn't bothered him too much, to be honest. He was used to being in the background.
"Well, I am kinda small and thin and hard to see sometimes...besides, she said goodbye and stuff. She was probably just busy."
Hearing a soft sound from the hallway, Roy turned and saw an odd-looking fox with nine tails. How strange. Didn't they only have one?
"Vera, you know animals. Look at that. That fox has a bunch of tails. That's not normal, is it?"
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Jul 16, 2016 19:47:33 GMT -8
"Fox?"
Vera twisted and looked. There was a fox which she hadn't noticed. Which was odd she should detect any living thing on the earth. Actually if she strained she could feel it faintly, like it wasn't really there. That was a bit odd getting up she walk toward it.
"They do only have tail... I don't think it's a fox."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 20:19:21 GMT -8
The fox merely tipped its head to the side as the female approached, not seeming to move otherwise - even the tails continued to sway without a care. Indeed, it wasn't a real animal of this world, but just by looking at it one wouldn't be so sure to tell.
When she got just close enough the creature would make a sudden move - a lunge for her face! But before it could make contact with the human it would seem to fade into non-existence, splashing her face in a glittery cloud of stardust that steadily blinked out of sight, bit by bit. In truth, it had slipped between realms again and was dancing around the spirit world.
It would appear sitting perfectly relaxed on Fletcher's other side - presumably the other direction from where the boy was facing. It would simply sit there and stare at the back of the boy's head with that pointed leer.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 22, 2016 21:28:13 GMT -8
"Huh?"
Roy blinked as the fox-thingie vanished into stardust. That was weird. What just happened? Was he imagining it? He couldn't be, Vera saw it too. He glanced about in confusion for a moment, before eventually turning around and looking back behind himself. Spotting the fox, he let out a sort of worried yelp.
"Hey! Vera! It's over here now! Any idea as to what happened? I'm pretty sure foxes don't usually do that..."
He reached gingerly out to touch the creature, hoping that it wouldn't bite his hand.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Jul 23, 2016 16:38:18 GMT -8
Vera's instinctive reaction to being lunged at was to shout and take a swing. She then glared at the spot the fox used to be as star dust hit her in the face. She sense the slight weight of the by Roy and whirls as he shouts.
"OH IT'S ON!"
She charges at the creature intent on punting it across the commons.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 19:00:18 GMT -8
The fox remained perfectly poised, as if not at all concerned about the threat posed by the woman rushing at him. The boy's hand extending didn't seem to phase it either, but both humans might here an echo in their heads - a snicker. The source could be heard as if from the fox itself - just what was this strange creature?
The moment the fingers would even brush the pointed snout of the fox, or if the foot swung to make contact, the fox would quite literally fade away into stardust once again as if cast by the wind, floating along until it twinkled into the abyss once again - the snicker echoing more loudly this time, "Kekeke..."
From here, the trickster now opted to drop the mask about its neck into their realm, as to give the illusion it was bobbing and dancing about all on its own to those that saw it. From here, he was having too much fun in his play.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 31, 2016 10:28:50 GMT -8
Roy jumped back as the fox vanished, startled. What was going on? What was this thing? He looked about desperately for where it might have gone, and spotted the mask. It certainly was pretty and well-made, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to try to grab it. After all, it might curse him. He turned to Vera, worried.
"I don't think this is a good idea, Vera. It might be some kind of spirit or something, and we don't want to mess with that. It's troubles."
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Jul 31, 2016 19:34:59 GMT -8
Vera growled when the fox vanished again. Oh, she was going to kick that little fucker right in the ass. She begins gathering power from the earth. She knew a planar binding that could stop a spirit from shifting planes. She waits for the fox to reappear, swearing violent when it's just a mask. She charges forward and takes a swing at the floating thing.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 16:00:35 GMT -8
The mask suddenly leapt up to avoid the swing, dancing around merrily - if not in a complete taunt. The fox was, indeed, having such a fun time teasing the humans. They reacted so well to his games! It continued to bounce and bob along, a distance away from them, and then it vanished.
The creature then shifted back into their plane, poised majestically with tails flicking about and slender legs pointed out as if in mid step - watching them with the leery gaze. Once again the snicker would echo in their ears just as before.
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