DIR Return Create A Forum - Home
---------------------------------------------------------
Pargee M-CKT
HTML https://pargee.createaforum.com
---------------------------------------------------------
*****************************************************
DIR Return to: Stories and Role-Playing
*****************************************************
#Post#: 345--------------------------------------------------
Okeanos (Rp)
DIR By: MisterCuttlefish
Date: April 19, 2013, 9:52 am
---------------------------------------------------------
Prompt/Skeletons:
HTML https://docs.google.com/document/d/18QDKkVKgW2FXd16TGxysqjFSghPIvuIKwu2vErYuU1Q/edit?usp=sharing
HTML https://docs.google.com/document/d/18QDKkVKgW2FXd16TGxysqjFSghPIvuIKwu2vErYuU1Q/edit?usp=sharing
Spreadsheet:
HTML https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0AtT7R8BWAkXPdEI2bWNabnlSUHAzWGlTSUJEbGpjS1E&usp=drive_web#gid=0
HTML https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0AtT7R8BWAkXPdEI2bWNabnlSUHAzWGlTSUJEbGpjS1E&usp=drive_web#gid=0
Do not comment on this topic, it is for Rp only.
Any questions/comments go here:
HTML http://pargee.createaforum.com/role-playing/so-like-roleplay/
HTML http://pargee.createaforum.com/role-playing/so-like-roleplay/
You may, however, use single/double/triple brackets to
communicate if needed. (During the Rp.)
(ie; { ex }, {{ ex }}, {{{ ex }}} ) > Bracket type can be of
your preference, not just fancy. o v o
AN: We have now officially begun the RP.
#Post#: 454--------------------------------------------------
Re: Okeanos (Rp)
DIR By: MisterCuttlefish
Date: May 15, 2013, 10:56 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
“Morning!” Greeting June and setting down the supplies, Ben
seemed to swell in contentment, “I’m sorry about being late.”
“Please attempt to be more attentive to the time, Benedictus.”
June glanced at the curious fellow, ignoring his sloping posture
and bemused eyes. She’d have asked where he had been, as anyone
would, but she was feeling particularly preoccupied today,
anticipating the upcoming events. “Expectations are high today.
If I am unprepared, allegations may be made against our party.”
Soft wind chimes filled the empty, dry air, and the sun beat
down on the flat runway.
Ben fell into a steady rhythm as he worked to dress June in her
armor, and she in turn filled the silence with a stream of
consciousness. “Elmira asserted her authority in the field of
cacogenic study just this morning, and plans to be at the ball
this evening to go through the motions and the like. I do trust
you don’t have any special plans for this gathering as you've
had in the past."
A smile pulled at Ben's lips, but he continued working without
saying a word.
"The woman from Dylon - you recall Sylvia - and Elmira have
introduced an adequate proposal for the lower class." Ben's hand
fumbled on one of the clips that held June’s skirts to her leg,
and it caught on one of the many raised scars that crossed her
skin. Quickly righting himself, he nodded for her to continue,
glad she had a very high tolerance for pain, and occasionally
for his mistakes. "To put it bluntly, I have skepticism in the
effectiveness of the whole ordeal, due to the earlier proposal
passed in the vernal months.”
A cool gust of wind blew in off the cloud bank, and the ticking
of buildings rotating in the distance filled the air. June
anchored her hair in a high bun and then reached her arms above
her, running her fingers through a cottony net of whistles and
dry grass. She let her eyes close, her arms descend.
“Not the gaiters.” Her eyes flashed to Ben, who had completed
all but the gaiters in her assemblage. “They’re restricting.”
He straightened, smoothed his own attire, and brushed a misfit
strand of curly hair away from June’s eyes. A stock of grass
kissed her cheek and settled behind her ear as Ben’s hand moved
away. As quickly as he had come, Ben turned on his heel and
tossed the gaiters into his bag with a casual, flamboyant sigh,
readying to leave.
June touched the flower that he had woven into her curled,
carmine hair before subconsciously suppressing a laugh.
“Benedictus.” He started, alarmed by her sudden formality. “I
presume your attire for this evening will be extremely abrasive
to the eye.” Her authoritarian glare belittled him, and Ben
shrunk under her gaze. “If it is any less abrasive, you will
disappoint.”
It started as rustling under their feet, the beginning of a
light wind and a perfect current for June’s take-off. But as it
grew, growling through the soil and passed them, onto the city
beyond, a ricocheting panic struck through the perfect,
spiraling buildings. Ben and June both turned and stared at the
collapsing buildings, wearing matching expressions of subdued
confusion.The scream of wires straining and snapping tore
through them, and in moments, the whole city had collapsed,
razed to the ground.
The dust settled, and the sun quickly shone on the mess of
rubble that had been a whole kingdom moments before. Ben
stumbled over his words, unable to process. “Th-that isn’t
supposed to happen?”
“No.” Replied June curtly, her mind working.
“Are there survivors?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Could there be survivors?”
“I wouldn’t-”
“And under the city? The Amabilis, do you think-”
“I don’t know, Ben.” June’s voice shook with a moment of
frustration, but it was lost in a harsh sea of voices that rose
above hers. They engulfed the buildings and the statues and the
grass, until everything burnt to a crisp white under their feet
and over their heads.
June opened her eyes to nothing. The screams of her people, that
had been so deafening just moments before, were gone. A pure
silence welcomed her senses, and she gazed at motionless clouds,
feeling as blank as her surrounding. What had just happened?
Where was she?
A sharp jolt shocked her out of her stupor, and she reacted.
Wings erupted off of her shoulders and gripped at the air,
fighting to slow her descent.
“Ben?” She called as she fell, looking for the man who’d been
next to her when everything collapsed. “Be-”
“I’m here!” June looked down to find him around her ankle,
scrambling for a hold.
“You’re-”
“I’m not-”
“You’re not?”
“I'm not parsley enough to die, June!”
Her eyes narrowed in the slightest hint of confusion.
“I meant pretty!”
June stared at the man, face twitching in no particular way, not
sure how to respond. However, before she could formulate a
reply, the man disappeared. She glared at the spot he’d just
been, leg cold where his warm hands had been moments before.
Then she folded her wings and dived through the thick cloud
cover, squinting for any sign of Ben. There, a flash of
flamboyant color. She stretched her arms out and caught the man
as they both fell, hand closing on downy feathers.
Ben screeched as she yanked the sensitive wing stub she held him
by, tossing him up and catching him so that has was sitting in
her arms, and then readjusted her body to create as much drag as
possible. She didn’t want to dive face first into whatever was
on the other side of the clouds - if there was anything. It
suddenly occurred to her that, perhaps, there was nothing but
clouds, and they would just continue falling until they died.
No sooner had she thought this when they burst out of the white
clouds, and she saw... another sky? They were falling upwards?
That didn’t make any sense, but the blue-gray expanse stretched
out before her, interrupted only occasionally by oddly brown or
tan colored patches.
“Is that sky?” Ben asked, and she looked between him and the
surface below them, frowning. The patches of colors beneath the
blue-gray expanse appeared to be getting rapidly larger, which
indicated that whatever it was, they were getting closer to it.
And as far as June was aware, the sky did not have an end that
they could get close to. So what was below them couldn’t
possibly be sky, right?
“No.” She said curtly.
Her wings flared out again to halt their descent, and
immediately began to sputter and heave. Pain scorched through
June’s shoulder blades and buried its thorns in her lower back.
Twinkling flecks of her metal flesh cascaded from every point
off of her monarch wings only to burn up in the dead atmosphere,
and molten bronze air gathered inside of her lungs, cracking and
ripping through her torso.
The air currents disobeyed her as they plunged closer to the
silvery surface and most-certain death. She twisted in the air,
praying for an exit like the one among the clouds. In a moment
of rapture, June didn’t feel Ben’s grip on her shoulders
anymore. She did not feel acidic sensation of the air or even
the ripple of her wings. A light breeze kissed her wrist and she
instinctively turned to face it.
June’s arms strained against Ben’s weight as the forceful storm
threw them away from the blue-gray mimic and naked white clouds.
The whole sky city, her home for the past 44 years, was in
fragments. And it was plummeting right past her face, trailing
debris and cloth that had once been buildings. And she could do
nothing. She flipped over again to watch it fall, and gasped as
it hit the false sky. The blue-gray liquid - for it was clear
now that it was a liquid - engulfed the first portion of the
city, convulsing in massive waves as it tried to swallow her
home whole.
One of the initial wave fronts crested up next to her, and she
snapped her wings closed just as it hit her like a ton of stone,
sending her wheeling to the side. She simultaneously wrapped her
legs and arms around Ben and sucked in a huge breath, and the
liquid devoured the both of them.
She went tumbling head over heels as the blue-gray buffeted her
from all sides, and she screwed her eyes shut, ignoring the pain
as the false sky tore at her wings and hair. She clung to Ben
with a death grip, terrified of letting him slip away, and
fought for some pretense of control. There was none. She was
being thrown this way and that, and she had no way of doing
anything to stop it. The liquid that surrounded her was far more
powerful than she would ever be, and even though her lungs were
now screaming for air, she could do nothing. She would die.
Her head broke the surface. Instinctively, she pulled Ben up
too, gasping and choking on the mix of liquid and air that
filled her mouth for a second before she was towed underwater
again. This horrible cycle continued over and over as she
tumbled through the constantly moving liquid, until at last her
feet grazed against something solid. Without hesitation, she dug
her toes into the ground, only now noticing that her shoes were
long gone. She untangled herself from her companion and strained
forward, dragging him through the liquid. The ground beneath
her, all slippery and shifting for reasons she didn’t
understand, slowly became easier to reach. Within a few moments,
she was standing only waist deep in the liquid, and then knee
deep, and finally ankle deep, the false sky lapping at her
ankles and Ben lying on the ground next to her.
June turned in a half circle, rolling her shoulders and shaking
out her mechanical wings. All around her, the blue-grey liquid
stretched on, and what she stood on must have been one of the
tan brown patches she’d seen from above. Finally, she completed
her turn, facing the rough waves where her city had hit the
surface. Three quarters of the debris was underwater, with a few
pieces of cloth and wire already drifting lazily past her. The
remaining portion of the city - the landing pad where she’d been
standing moments before - was slowly leaning face-first into the
false sky.
She sat down next to Ben, corners of her mouth twitching
downward ever so slightly as she fought to repress her emotion,
as was proper. And she watched in silence as everything she’d
known disappeared into the slowly settling waves.
#Post#: 477--------------------------------------------------
Re: Okeanos (Rp)
DIR By: Captain Castaway
Date: May 18, 2013, 4:38 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Raoul was a simple Croc with simple needs. As long as he had his
boat, a steady supply of cargo to trade, and no one in the
immediate vicinity who hated him enough to wish terrible things
on him, he was pretty all right with life. This last need was
the main reason he was out in the middle of the Toxic Ocean, as
far away from any of the nearest cities in the Province as
possible. It was honestly amazing he hadn't been kicked out of
every single Province in the Ocean, considering his track
record. He leaned back in the single chair in the cabin of his
boat, scaled feet up on the dashboard, hands-- surprisingly
small and thin for a Croc-- behind his head and fingers
interwoven with each other and the pale blonde strip of hair
that was braided tightly down his back.
Out in the middle of the Toxic Ocean, it was calm. Peaceful,
even. As long as no other ships were in the area -- after all,
the vast majority of them hated Raoul as well -- and no water
beasts decided you looked particularly appetizing. But that was
generally how things went in the Toxic Ocean; things were calm
and peaceful until they weren't, which was the majority of the
time.
As if to prove this particular point, the sky decided at that
particular moment it had had quite enough of Raoul's relaxation,
and proceeded to drop a city on top of him.
Not directly on top of him, granted, but close enough that the
impact of the City-- which was considerably larger than most
that had been falling recently-- against the Sea-- which was a
monster in and of itself no matter how big the City liked to
think it was-- caused him both to fall out of his chair, flail
around to find his footing on the panicked boat-- which was
doing quite a bit of it's own flailing-- stand up, and get the
hell out of dodge. Even then, it was a shaky escape at best, the
boat being tossed about in the grip of the beast known as the
Toxic Ocean like it was a toy, engines sputtering desperately
as it tried to outrun the chaos. After a few panicked moments,
the boat began to ride with the shockwave, carried out until it
was at least somewhat safe from the rest of the falling debris.
Raoul was a simple Croc with simple needs. Falling cities were
not in the list of his needs.
It was a few moments more before he could coax the boat into
moving again, to snap it out of it's panic and continue on
elsewhere-- after all, whenever a Skydweller city fell, the
residents of the Toxic Ocean were inevitably drawn to it to
salvage what they could, or at least keep others from
scavenging. He did not want to be there when this happened.
He sighed, playing with the charms around his neck. So much for
relaxation. The boat continued on for a moment, puttering
lightly in the dark grayish blue-green of the sea. And then it
stopped. He hissed and slammed the controls. The boat gave a
sputtering, indignant noise.
Raoul groaned loudly. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" He shouted at
the console. "Mom, I swear to Nilah, if this is you possessing
my boat and attempting to punish me for all the wrong I've done,
I don't actually-" He trailed off as, in response, the boat
drifted ever so slightly to the left, pointing itself at a sand
bank, where two dirty, banged-up Skydwellers sat and generally
looked miserable. He pursed his lips. "Fine. You win this time."
The boat happily started up again, and puttered enthusiastically
towards the two, stopping just beyond the sand bank.
Raoul coughed, trying to recall the language. "Greetings!" He
called. "Are you in need of assistance?" He was almost certain
enough that he'd messed something up, but he figured they'd be
able to get his meaning, despite the language barrier.
#Post#: 488--------------------------------------------------
Re: Okeanos (Rp)
DIR By: MisterCuttlefish
Date: May 19, 2013, 1:01 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
After hacking up the water he’d breathed in, Ben gazed across
the cauldron of a city; he beamed. Seated next to June on the
sandbank, he attempted to brush off a laugh, but it erupted out
of him. Rushing to cover his mouth with a slippery hand, his arm
shook violently under the strain of an empty muscle or maybe the
relief having survived the fall. He was afraid June had noticed,
because she'd definitely noticed, and he made an effort to
restrain himself but was unable to determine where she was or if
she was speaking. Within his moment of rapture, an alien feeling
sponged up under his rib cage and tickled his throat.
For the third time, he tried to calm himself and was successful
in his exertion. He steadied his hand and pressed his pointer
finger against his bubbling smile, as if to hush someone. He
drew it down his chin, circling up once and drew it back down,
repeat. The gesture made him look like a madman, struggling to
fight the fits of laughter pulling, as fishhooks would, at his
cheeks. Ben’s hand fell from its stability and back into the
water, his laughter painted his expression into an inattentive
smile.
Immediately after his funny endeavor, Ben noticed the absence of
his eyewear and the irritation presented by his wet clothing,
but it was minuscule compared to the fog of noise growing about
him. He ignored the heavy pulse in his wing and the ache of his
bones, the newborn pain of cuts and scrapes, and happily avoided
the strange eyesore of a man who had come to speak with them.
#Post#: 518--------------------------------------------------
Re: Okeanos (Rp)
DIR By: A Sexy Tree
Date: May 21, 2013, 10:11 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
June stared at the fading city in complete silence, repressing a
shudder of surprise when Ben burst out laughing next to her. She
glanced at him, eyes flashing, but said nothing. She couldn't.
She did not trust herself to speak, let alone move. So she just
watched her companion, who had managed to control his laughter
and was now beaming, and moving his hand repeatedly in front of
his face. He was showing so much emotion, and she was ashamed of
him. In any other instance, she would have smacked him. She
would have beat him, for making her look bad. But it was all too
much. She was more amazed that he, a man and therefore far
weaker than her, was still managing to stay within the bounds of
appropriate.
It hurt. Or perhaps it didn't. She could not tell what she felt
- there was a turmoil, a tumult of emotion turning and twisting
in her stomach, and tearing at her throat. She felt violent. She
felt at peace. She felt relief. She felt guilt. She felt a
plethora of unnameable emotions. She hated every last one of
them. Someone of her class, of her breed, of her station, should
not be so susceptible to something like this. She needed to be
in complete control of herself before she could be in complete
control of the situation. After a long moment, she drew in a
shaky breath, and promptly felt her stomach muscles clench. The
air tasted foul, almost acidic, and she had to fight down bile
that rose in her throat. She made a mental note to breath as
shallowly as possible.
"Greetings!" The word startled her, and she looked up, watching
warily as a foreign object approached her, walking on the water.
She could see an odd ... thing in the water-treading object,
that looked much like man but more animalistic and abrasive to
the eye. His speech was heavily accented, and she rose, groping
for the knife that hung low on her hip. The blade in her hand
reassured her. He called something else, and after a moment of
struggling to decipher it, she figured it was something along
the lines of 'do you need help?'. She flexed her wings, partly
to make sure they were undamaged and partly as an intimidation
factor. After all, even ragged as they were from the fall, the 6
foot wingspan made of sharp, gleaming metal was nothing to
sneeze at.
"Salutations." She called powerfully, nodding at the odd man.
Internally, she was unsure of his intentions, and even less sure
of his motivation, but at the moment it didn't really matter.
She needed a few things. A distraction. A way out of the water
that was seeping into her clothing and cuts and stinging. A way
of getting over to the wreckage of her city to see what she
could salvage. It appeared to her that this man and his
water-treading beast could provide all of those for her. And
besides, he was a man. He could not harm her, not even if he
tried. "You shall assist us, yes." She continued, mind made up.
"I implore you to bring your water-walking beast closer and take
us to the city in the water." She wasn't sure what level of
formality to use, but she figured since he was a man, she would
assume control of the situation. "Promptly would be preferable."
#Post#: 656--------------------------------------------------
Re: Okeanos (Rp)
DIR By: Captain Castaway
Date: June 4, 2013, 8:43 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Raoul tried not to let his face twist up in disgust as he barely
made out what she'd said. He'd forgotten how pushy the females
tended to be. Not that the females down here were any better,
but they at least would have the decency to beat the crap out of
you before they began hollering orders at you. The skydweller
women tended to act like you owed them the world simply for
existing. Raoul didn't owe anyone anything. He did, however,
need them to at least vaguely like him for the time being.
"Hold up! I must retrieve something from my" And he struggled to
find a suitable replacement for 'boat', "water...treading....
this thing." and he patted the side of the boat. "I will return
as quickly as I can." By Nilah he hated speaking in sky-speak.
He quickly shut down the boat's engine, dropping the anchor at
least for the moment so it wouldn't drift away as soon as he
left the cabin. Of course, it had been known to do such before,
even with the anchor dropped, but that was Evangeline. She did
what she wanted.
With practiced ease he slipped into the cargo hold of the boat,
dodged around the clutter and dug through boxes and crates until
he found what he was looking for-- breathers for his two new
companions. They wouldn't be feeling the effects for several
more hours, but by then the damage would have likely been done.
It had been discovered fairly soon after the Skydwellers had
begun to fall that they did not acclimate quite so nicely to the
air around them. As such, crude face-masks had been built for
them, in order for them to survive on the Toxic Ocean. Not that
it was really surviving, per say, but that was a story for a
later time. As the years had gone by and the Skydwellers had yet
to cease falling, the masks had become smaller, more easily
attached, and soon all the Skydwellers needed was a simple
implant to fix their breathing.
Raoul, however, did not have the time for the implants; they'd
have to wait until he could do it without the fear of getting
interrupted by unpleasant company. For now, the two masks he
held in his hands-- older models with a few adjustments-- would
have to do.
"Dusya!" He shouted into the cargo hold. "I know you're still
here. I don't know how you keep getting on here, but I will find
out one day. Either way, we're about to have guests and I want
you on your best behavior, or I'm leaving you here. Got it?"
He clambered back out onto the deck without waiting for an
answer, masks in tow. Evangeline had apparently decided not to
be as stubborn as she normally was, and had stayed where he'd
left her. He raised the anchor and started up the engine once
more, leading her along until she was right up alongside the
sandbank.
"Here." He called, tossing the two masks towards them, then
following it through with the rope ladder crudely attached to
Evangeline's side. "Wear those around your face. It will make
taking breath more agreeable. I cannot guarantee anything about
your city, as the longer we stay here, the more dangerous here
becomes." He was sure he'd messed something up there, but
couldn't be bothered to care. They needed to go out, and they
needed to go out now.
#Post#: 658--------------------------------------------------
Re: Okeanos (Rp)
DIR By: Gris
Date: June 4, 2013, 9:53 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
After cramming herself inside of a box among Raoul's belongings,
Dusya grew sick of waiting. She was in dire need of a good
stretch and she figured that since the boat was safely away from
where she resided, Raoul would have no choice but to keep her
with him. She took out a small tool from her pocket which she
used to remove the staples from the box, prying it open and
tipping it over. She fell clumsily down the mountain of cloth
and other various goods that she didn't pay any mind to. She
pushed up her glasses, scratched her ears, and tweaked her
feelers a bit, making sure that they were working in case Raoul
decided to come back to his room.
She sniffed around in Raoul's belongings for a bit, not really
touching anything in fear that it'd be rude. She packed up the
box she hid in and replaced the top that she had pried off.
After hunting for a bit she had found herself a piece of string
that she could play with. She tied it around her fingers and
pawed at it, keeping herself busy.
She was growing bored. Putting the string down, she sniffed
around the room a bit more. She could barely stand it in there.
It had lost all of its good Raoul smell and she wanted out.
Dusya creeped towards the door, pushing it open as quietly as
she could. It was about half of the way open when out of nowhere
Raoul's loud yelling boomed throughout the ship. She fell
backwards out of shock, falling back on the box that she had
just escaped. It broke, leaving a mess. Dusya could hardly
scramble to pick it up. His loud yelling made her shake and
tremble. She hated loud noises. But she really didnt mind, as it
WAS Raoul after all. She was accustom to his hostility towards
her. Sometimes it made her feel fuzzy inside. She smiled a bit
at the idea of him already knowing she was aboard the ship.
Dusya scurried happily out of Raoul's room after cleaning up the
mess that the box had left. She ran along the railing of the
deck and slid down a pole, running up to where Raoul was
standing. He was yelling at two sad looking giants. She giggled
a little bit and ran up to his side.
"Who are they?" She asked, hoping he hadn't noticed her at his
side yet so she'd surprise him.
She hugged his leg in wait of the odd giant beings to board
their boat. She didn't like the idea of having another lady on
the boat, so she had to protect Raoul. Her tail puffed out and
her ears flattened back as she stared. She didn't want to risk
looking away from them.
#Post#: 759--------------------------------------------------
Re: Okeanos (Rp)
DIR By: A Sexy Tree
Date: June 11, 2013, 1:06 am
---------------------------------------------------------
The man informed her of something in horribly broken, exotically
accented speech, and then disappeared from sight. June frowned,
eventually figuring the beast man had said something along the
lines of 'Hold up bitch, I'll be back'. She crossed her arms,
but said nothing, determining it was futile both because the
thing had already disappeared and because she did not want to
waste time clarifying when her city was crumbling into the water
as they spoke. She was beginning to suspect that communicating
with the beast man would be nearly impossible - he seemed unable
to effectively speak her language, and she wondered if it had
something to do with his inhuman appearance. Perhaps he was only
part human?
Before she could follow that train of thought very far, the man
thing reappeared, bustling around the top of the water treading
thing he rode, and then said device began to move towards Ben
and herself. The closer the water treading thing got, the more
anxious June became, though she couldn't quite place her finger
on the reason. Excluding the obviously traumatic plunge into an
entirely new environment and the destruction of everything she'd
ever known in a matter of seconds. She tensed, flexing her wings
to their fullest extent, and lay her hand on the knife.
The water treadder stopped just before the submerged patch of
land that she and Ben were standing on, and then the beast man
flung two things down at them. June's immediate reaction was to
draw her knife, and she sliced both of the odd devices in half
while they were still in midair, her sharpened blade cutting
through them like butter. The beast man spoke, and she glanced
up at him, eyes flashing. It took her a moment to decipher what
he said, as it had the time before, but she managed after a few
seconds. As soon as she realized that the things he'd thrown at
them were supposed to be helpful, she scowled. If they were
useful things, why had the beast man thrown them as though they
were weapons?
Sweeping Ben up into her arms, June crouched and then sprung,
beating her powerful wings a few times to assist her passage
from the ground to onto of the water treadder. She landed a safe
distance away from the beast man, and was startled to see a
second creature there, equally beast like but much smaller and
obviously female. The sight of another dominant being relieved
her, and she turned her attention disdainfully from the beast
man to the beast woman. "Greetings, sister." She said with a
nod, using a formal level of speech in case this beast woman
held a position of power. "Would you be so obliging as to
instruct your water beast to transport myself and my male to the
ruins of the city?"
#Post#: 826--------------------------------------------------
Re: Okeanos (Rp)
DIR By: Captain Castaway
Date: June 21, 2013, 4:20 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Aaand there it was. By Nilah he hated dealing with Skydwellers.
Especially with the women. Normally he had absolutely nothing
against women, but these ones just had to be so.... pushy. Even
in the matriarchal societies in the Toxic Ocean they would still
recognize that not all species worked the same as they did
socially, but the Skydwellers didn't know any better. Which led
to... issues.
He sighed quietly. He just had to play nice until he could find
someone to take them off his hands. Luckily for him, he was
quite the expert on faking things.
"I'm afraid we can't do that." He answered for Dusya, since,
after all, he was technically the captain of this ship, even if
he didn't have a crew. "Things tend to get a little..." He
struggled to find the word, "rough right after one of your
cities fall. If we head there now, we risk getting attacked by
others who are less friendly than us." He gestured to himself
and Dusya. "Also I need to find you replacements for those
masks, since you need them to survive down here. We'll head out,
wait for things to cool down, then we'll come back, all right?"
And then he hoped against hope that the female wouldn't hit him.
He really did not want to start a fight.
#Post#: 830--------------------------------------------------
Re: Okeanos (Rp)
DIR By: MisterCuttlefish
Date: June 22, 2013, 12:20 am
---------------------------------------------------------
Enough, Ben had now had absolutely enough of the one-sided
negotiations between June and the atrocious man with the
terrible accent. He’d quickly given up on his attempts to
understand the strange bloke and resumed his position as an
imperial to improve his standing next to his superior. Though
Ben befell the strong urge to tell June his worries about the
City, he resolved his internal distraught quickly and
efficiently for his own sake. There was a powerful aura about
June that he had seen many times before and though he would have
taken advantage of the situation to provoke a cheerful
distraction from her common severity, he backed away from her
crisp and frightening disposition on instinct, looking for his
own distraction instead. It was a pain, however, and he found
himself skirting to a different subject when each became a bore;
quietly judging, his chafing clothes, ruined City, chafing
clothes, Wayra families, June’s hair (which he needed to brush,
very soon), clothing…
Absent-mindedly, Ben began to unfasten what was left of his
jacket, the cloth now tarnished beyond repair. The handcrafted
accessories meant to receive bundles of compliments and elegance
were now missing or destroyed, and the attire ultimately became
useless to Ben. He ripped the jacket off with a violent motion,
whipping it to the floor of the machine and promptly proceeded
to work off his undershirt and loosen his belt. The button-up
was easier to take off and Ben shivered slightly, now topless.
He tossed the golden belt into the pile that had formed at his
feet but hesitated on the buttons keeping his trousers above his
waist, a flash of slight discomfort stopped him for a moment
before his mind adhered back into it’s steady pace of being
absent and removing his clothing. Having lost his favorite pair
of shoes, beautiful three-lace boots accompanied with vermillion
craftsman embroidery, Ben added his trousers to the pile and
slipped his thumbs into the waistline of his undergarments,
readying to remove them.
*****************************************************
Page 1 of 2
DIR Next Page