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Monster
FEYFOLK
108 years old
fortune teller
played by chesh
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they say you can't judge a book by it's cover but i'm pretty sure that's only if you plan to read it
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Post by CERUL D'AMORE on Jan 25, 2015 10:33:14 GMT
you're the magician's assistant in their dreams SOPHIA ROSENBURGtwenty odd years ago, not too far from the current date..."sooner or later my temper is going to run too high to control myself," cerul mumbles, magic flared on his fingertips as the bounty hunters surrounding him collapsed into quivering heaps. mental damage, not physical. he wasn't going to stain his hands with the lives of such petty creatures-- and he definitely didn't need stronger foes coming after him. it's not like another monster wouldn't soon be out to indulge themselves on the scraps anyways. "bothersome."he was doing well, so far, evading the bounty hunters through the wastes of the monster's homelands. they kept coming. who, exactly, were they even after? cerul never sparked interest in anyone. he was a fortune teller. a monster, maybe, but the horns didn't exactly tell of what kind. they weren't powerless creatures, some were rather well trained in the art of monster slaying and evading, but the ever increasingly grouchy old fey was more than a match for magicless beings. he knew he wasn't the focus anyways, not with the fact that he'd only been on a walk of sorts through the mountain before being spotted. they'd have to be very stupid to come out this far into monster territory-- or very desperate. reaching, reaching, a thin layer of magic spread and spread until it coated the whole of the state with a soft glimmer. weak sensory magic, just enough to tell what's where. it wasn't long until he had a rough estimate of their target, where they might be heading. he just wanted to get back home, honestly, but too much chasing had happened for his interest not to be piqued... and nothing quite drove the creature like interest. a shimmer of energy later and he was gone, transporting his corporeal form through space until he landed smack dab on a lone rock of an outcropping. teleportation was a hard trick to get a hold of but at least he wasn't falling off cliffs or into the bathroom of prestigious families anymore. eighty years of practice gets you somewhere. ... he's not very welcome back to that particular city, though. "you must have done something to draw so much ire to yourself. normally i wouldn't care... but, well, you know. curiousity killed the monster," was all that was spoken to the wind, the humanoid guise leaning back and stretching as they listened for what they hoped might be a reply. or an attack. |
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Monster
draugr
65 years old
socialite
played by redox
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She had a name, she had a spirit, she had a line in the play if you wanted to hear it.
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Post by SOPHIA ROSENBURG on Jan 26, 2015 6:51:42 GMT
[attr="class","reptile"]sophia is wholly unsympathetic to the monsters who want to drive her out. those who weren't willing to fight for what they have didn't deserve to keep them, whether that was their peace of mind or their lives. the latest bounty hunter had been powerful. powerful enough to withstand her attempts to crush his mind. it's not wholly unsurprising to her. some of the smarter humans had undertaken anti-magic training for some of their more difficult quarry. she had acknowledged their strength and dedication by tearing out his intestines with her bare hands instead. no matter how many years he's trained to come out on top, sophia topples it all in a matter of seconds. poetic, if she was into that kind of thing (she isn't). sophia wasn't very committed to waste. she sits down and begins picking at the meat before the buzzards get to it. some of the muscle is tough, but they're nothing to her razor-sharp teeth. she doesn't eat very noisily, but not even sophia can help all the blood running down her chin. there is so much color in this world, so much that they seem irrelevant somehow. the red run through all of them, offering clarity where there previously was none. the whiteness of his inner shirt (red). the man's brown pants (red) his pale pink lips, losing its rosiness with every second (red). it is a trail that sophia can understand. she freezes when she hears another voice. monster or not, that didn't matter. if he wished her harm, then she would have no mercy to spare. "i'm not the only local man-eater." far from it. rather, she would think that the vegetarians are the real odd ones around here. "so why are you here?" instead of elsewhere, the question hangs in the air. how did he know? she picks up the fallen man's sword and holds it with full confidence and experience. CERUL D'AMORELAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.reptile:first-letter]font-size: 22px; float:left; background:#4D4D4D; padding: 5px 10px; line-height: 22px; margin-right:5px; color:#DFD9D9; font-family: consolas; border-right: solid 3px #F6F6F6;[/newclass] |
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Monster
FEYFOLK
108 years old
fortune teller
played by chesh
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they say you can't judge a book by it's cover but i'm pretty sure that's only if you plan to read it
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Post by CERUL D'AMORE on Jan 26, 2015 10:02:26 GMT
you're the magician's assistant in their dreams the feyfolk's gaze snapped immediately to the position of the one drenched in blood, hovering over and digging hungrily into what looks like another bounty hunter. how precious. she was a pretty little thing. his facial features softened in amusement for a moment, letting the question hang in the silence. he took a few seconds to lazily murmur to himself, trailing his eyes off to the sky and the barren area around them. he could be distracted-- or he could be making sure they were alone for the moment. he didn't particularly like the idea of being stabbed in the back while speaking to the ravenous creature. not that he'd let his guard down anyways, but you know. precautions. better safe than having your heart gouged out because you miscalculated. "of course you're not; pray tell, though, darling, why all these bounty hunters seem to be searching for someone-- my apologies, something-- in particular? your scent hangs in the air, and at every point it does in this wretched place there is also the scent of death."the horned one considers his own words for a moment, his head tilting and attention directly shifting back to the other. "you're a terror, are you? do you not know how to pick up after yourself? cover your tracks? i ran into your little friends, and quite a ruckus they cause--- oh, put down that sword, would you?"another tilt of his head, leaning slightly with a soft tug at the corner of his lips. "how intriguing, actually... what makes you so special? what goes on in that pretty head of yours? i'd love a peek. i don't normally deal with monsters but i can always make exceptions."SOPHIA ROSENBURG |
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Monster
draugr
65 years old
socialite
played by redox
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She had a name, she had a spirit, she had a line in the play if you wanted to hear it.
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Post by SOPHIA ROSENBURG on Jan 28, 2015 1:40:33 GMT
[attr="class","reptile"]he talks too much, is the first thought that she has about the mysterious creature. sophia has very little paitience for poetry. she snarls. "this land belongs to no one." if she says it enough times, then maybe it will become true. maybe it would mean that she would be able to stay free. the blade is still sharp from being unable to cut her. he might not be so lucky. "you think that i would simply allow you to roam in my head as you wish?" she looks at him as if he were insane. those were the more dangerous monsters. those who lived up here were either intellegent or absurdly powerful. in most cases, the former was preferred to the latter. she looks like she would rather gut him first. CERUL D'AMORELAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.reptile:first-letter]font-size: 22px; float:left; background:#4D4D4D; padding: 5px 10px; line-height: 22px; margin-right:5px; color:#DFD9D9; font-family: consolas; border-right: solid 3px #F6F6F6;[/newclass] |
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Monster
FEYFOLK
108 years old
fortune teller
played by chesh
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they say you can't judge a book by it's cover but i'm pretty sure that's only if you plan to read it
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Post by CERUL D'AMORE on Jan 28, 2015 11:50:53 GMT
you're the magician's assistant in their dreams cerul barely let her finish before a hand was raised, finger waggling condescendingly back and forth while his legs shifted to gracefully slide him off the side of the rock he had been standing on.
"you're wrong there, little one. this land belongs to the monsters, and the safety of our family is everyone's concern," he was so full of bullshit, honestly, toying with the female. he didn't give a damn about any of the monsters that made their home in this pitiful place. he did, however, take an interest in the small creature with the violent disposition. he was never in any real trouble of course-- a fey was not cut down easily, not with all the tricks he had up his sleeve. he didn't think she would be either; not by the looks of the man on the ground. "oh, please, what do you take me for? some neanderthal? if i truly wanted to force my way into your mind i would have done so by now," or if i could, he thought to himself, but something about her unsettled him. "no. it's so much more fun when the information is given willingly.
or do you not wish to see what the future might hold for you?"
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Monster
draugr
65 years old
socialite
played by redox
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She had a name, she had a spirit, she had a line in the play if you wanted to hear it.
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Post by SOPHIA ROSENBURG on Jan 29, 2015 9:55:38 GMT
[attr="class","reptile"]sophia sees no reason to believe them. the ones who talked the most tended to be the least trustworthy. family. he speaks as if he's never gotten his stomach torn out in his life. sophia isn't so naive. there's a first time for everything.
"breakfast, lunch--" she points the sword at his face, half an inch from his nose. "and dinner. what else is there to know?" it was a pure hypothetical. if he wanted to lose his head so badly, he could have just asked. but sophia understands that some monsters can be exceptionally stupid. she spells it out for him. "this is me giving you a final chance to walk away." she's not completely unreasonable. she kills to live, even if the monster before her talks far too much. im gomen i forget how obstinate her past self had been CERUL D'AMORELAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.reptile:first-letter]font-size: 22px; float:left; background:#4D4D4D; padding: 5px 10px; line-height: 22px; margin-right:5px; color:#DFD9D9; font-family: consolas; border-right: solid 3px #F6F6F6;[/newclass] |
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Monster
FEYFOLK
108 years old
fortune teller
played by chesh
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they say you can't judge a book by it's cover but i'm pretty sure that's only if you plan to read it
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Post by CERUL D'AMORE on Jan 29, 2015 13:48:12 GMT
you're the magician's assistant in their dreams a phantom of a smirk tugged at his lips; he wasn't afraid at all, no, of course not. not with who he was. what he was. how he was. he's gone a good eighty years now without dying and he wasn't planning for that streak to be broken any time soon, especially not by a peculiar little girl. his eyes trailed down the length of the blade to meet hers, violet flashing within his gaze. "i don't think you believe that, actually. you're searching for something more. no--- you crave something more, don't you?"
he didn't give her time to reply, his form shimmering and twisting until once again he was propelled through space and appeared a good ten meters behind her. now that one would have been bad should he have misfired.
"what are you running from? is it yourself? i could tell you, if you gave me the chance.
come now. you know more than mindless slaughter. why are you reacting so negatively to my presence?
i'm not here to hurt you and i think you understand that.
but i'm not going to get hurt, either."
SOPHIA ROSENBURGyou're so great i love
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Monster
draugr
65 years old
socialite
played by redox
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She had a name, she had a spirit, she had a line in the play if you wanted to hear it.
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Post by SOPHIA ROSENBURG on Jan 31, 2015 8:18:44 GMT
[attr="class","reptile"] searching. that's such a foreign word to sophia. searching implies that there's a trail to follow. searching implies that she was left with anything after she had left her birthland. sophia is a woman who steps lightly. only in the winter is there any physical indication that she had come from anywhere. she's hungry. she's always hungry for the blood that now runs down her fingers. sophia could say that to herself and it would be the truth. she only lives to feed until there is nothing left to devour. (is the absence of the truth a lie? sophia is not a liar.) she does not move. sophia sees no reason to chase a rat for pride alone. "you say that you know more about me than i do?" that was always the problem of learned men, always telling other people stories about what to believe. not everyone loves those sorts of monsters the way that their mothers do. on what does he base his arrogance? CERUL D'AMORELAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.reptile:first-letter]font-size: 22px; float:left; background:#4D4D4D; padding: 5px 10px; line-height: 22px; margin-right:5px; color:#DFD9D9; font-family: consolas; border-right: solid 3px #F6F6F6;[/newclass] |
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Monster
FEYFOLK
108 years old
fortune teller
played by chesh
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they say you can't judge a book by it's cover but i'm pretty sure that's only if you plan to read it
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Post by CERUL D'AMORE on Jan 31, 2015 13:25:58 GMT
you're the magician's assistant in their dreams he considered her response, pulling back just a little as fingers drummed along his chin. "i think i have a talent for seeing the things in people that they don't want seen. i could be wrong, of course, though i rarely am.
there's just something about you i can't wrap my fingers around and it. is. delicious."he spoke with a smirk, teeth flashing in the light of the barren wasteland. he reached out his senses just to make sure; there was still no one else around, good. he was more worried for the girl than himself but by this point he had already determined she was at least fiesty enough to get through any tough spots thrown at her. she would never go down without taking everyone else with her. "the feyfolk are all very curious people, so you'll pardon my incessance. or you won't. the point stands. i'm here diplomatically. i don't leave loose ends. all i want to know is what and why you are-- including the circumstances surrounding you.
they're all after you, you know. time hasn't stopped. tick tock tick tock, what will your next move be?"
his eyes were practically, no, literally, glowing. hazel turned to violet and horns glinted at the touch of the sun. "all i want is your cooperation."
SOPHIA ROSENBURG
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Monster
draugr
65 years old
socialite
played by redox
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She had a name, she had a spirit, she had a line in the play if you wanted to hear it.
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Post by SOPHIA ROSENBURG on Feb 1, 2015 21:59:15 GMT
[attr="class","reptile"]a memory stirs. she knows some things about the fey folk, mostly through her mother's memories. "so you wish to feed."there was no polite way of saying it, even if she cared to be civil. brambles line her path and all others who are determined to follow their own way. a few years ago, she might have snarled at him and demanded who wanted her gone. now, she knows better. the better question to ask is, who doesn't want her gone? she doesn't expect honesty from him. that's not the nature of his kind. but there is something that she wants. something that she had given up on a long time ago. is it better to hang upon hope that she cannot act upon? she can't walk backwards. she can only move forwards. sophia has no interest in history, not unless it has survived, as she has. "name the price."
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Monster
FEYFOLK
108 years old
fortune teller
played by chesh
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they say you can't judge a book by it's cover but i'm pretty sure that's only if you plan to read it
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Post by CERUL D'AMORE on Feb 2, 2015 5:37:48 GMT
you're the magician's assistant in their dreams oh, yes, that was much more like it. what a good girl she was, after all. the change in the atmosphere was palpable. sudden. maybe a little scary. the grin that split the fey's human face was demonic at best, entire rows of teeth glinting harshly in the light. the expression didn't stay long but the point had gotten across, shadows lining his otherwise immaculate personage. he shimmered out and silently landed directly in front of the female (he was no more than two feet away, leaning to the side). his body language was lax and the other could attack should she so wish, but the most it would succeed in doing would be ripping apart his mortal shell. it would take more than a sword to kill a feyfolk and he was comfortable in this knowledge. besides, he had no intentions of fighting. it was his turn to control the game, now. or hadn't he always been in control? from the beginning? things did turn out in his favor. "i thank you for your... cooperation.
now, tell me, dear one.
what you keep so tightly hidden within yourself.
the memories and the thoughts and the acts of rash minds.
what. are. you. hiding?"SOPHIA ROSENBURG |
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Monster
draugr
65 years old
socialite
played by redox
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She had a name, she had a spirit, she had a line in the play if you wanted to hear it.
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Post by SOPHIA ROSENBURG on Feb 3, 2015 9:22:48 GMT
[attr="class","reptile"]it may have enthralled a human, but sophia has seen enough peacocks in the northern wastes to remain unimpressed by the display. "am i hiding, or do you simply not have the eyes to see?" it isn't a taunt. sophia is simply wary of merchants whose wares are defunct. what he might consider secrets are merely truths that she doesn't care to proclaim from the mountaintops. sophia has little patience for his idle, purposeless prodding. "what. do. you. want." sophia does not feel the weight of secrets against her breast. she merely has answers to questions that she doesn't understand. CERUL D'AMORELAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.reptile:first-letter]font-size: 22px; float:left; background:#4D4D4D; padding: 5px 10px; line-height: 22px; margin-right:5px; color:#DFD9D9; font-family: consolas; border-right: solid 3px #F6F6F6;[/newclass] |
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Monster
FEYFOLK
108 years old
fortune teller
played by chesh
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they say you can't judge a book by it's cover but i'm pretty sure that's only if you plan to read it
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Post by CERUL D'AMORE on Feb 4, 2015 7:09:07 GMT
you're the magician's assistant in their dreams The indignant huff that left the fading male would give off the impression that he was starting to get annoyed with Sophia not playing along with his little game, but the truth was just the opposite. As the glow and lights dulled he was barely containing the grin that threatened to tear his face in two. He acted immature at times, sure, but he always had his wits about him and he always knew what he was doing-- in one way or another. He loved that she stayed on the offensive, even after it was offered that he had something she wants. It spoke volumes of her character. She must have such wonderful, heartbreaking stories to tell... a n d h e w a s s t a r v i n g. He was giddy, hopping back from her reach and almost purring to himself. "Fine, fine, as you wish. No need to be so little fun, though, doll.
What are you?
Tell me that and I'll give you what you desire, whatever that might be, exactly. I want to get a taste of what everyone is after--- what makes you so important?"
SOPHIA ROSENBURG
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Monster
draugr
65 years old
socialite
played by redox
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She had a name, she had a spirit, she had a line in the play if you wanted to hear it.
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Post by SOPHIA ROSENBURG on Feb 7, 2015 8:33:47 GMT
[attr="class","reptile"]she knows exactly what she wants to learn. she could never respect someone without a clear objective. "the price should match the purchase" she's not about to be cheated out of more information than she's recieving. unwanted information would also be hardly better than no information at all. "one could track my father's footprints from the northern wastes. my mother had been saved from thebes. my brother had been born near eiland pass." she can't put a name to her own birthplace, and she doubts that it mattered. "i have given you the names of three draugr clanspeople and their places of origin. i expect the same information in turn." three ought to suffice, for she only has three people to talk about. sophia doesn't care that the fey wants a nice story wrapped in a bow. she's here to barter, and she negotiates a hard line. CERUL D'AMORELAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.reptile:first-letter]font-size: 22px; float:left; background:#4D4D4D; padding: 5px 10px; line-height: 22px; margin-right:5px; color:#DFD9D9; font-family: consolas; border-right: solid 3px #F6F6F6;[/newclass] |
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Monster
FEYFOLK
108 years old
fortune teller
played by chesh
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they say you can't judge a book by it's cover but i'm pretty sure that's only if you plan to read it
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Post by CERUL D'AMORE on Feb 7, 2015 10:23:11 GMT
you're the magician's assistant in their dreams She was a tough customer, he noted, but that only drove him closer. She was right with what she said earlier-- he wanted to feed. He just had to know the things that molded her into the creature she was today! He was almost squirming, something he did only when he had found prey he cared to toy with. One day he'd have to learn better self control and teach himself when to quit. Right now, though, he busied himself with her words, mulling them over with a muted sigh. He'd play her game-- he didn't have a choice, but this wouldn't be the last time they would meet. He'd make sure of it. Even if he had to meddle a little... closer to home. "Sound business practice, my dear. I'll keep that in mind for the future-- though I don't see myself coming in contact with anyone near as immovable as you again."He very unceremoniously sat himself down on a rock, crossing a leg and tapping his chin. "Draugr, though? Where have I heard that bef-----"oh. oh.oh oh oh!Aaaah, Goddess, the luck he had! He didn't know much about the species; no one did, really, not anymore, not outside of the draugr themselves. The admission didn't give him much, but this would be a mark on his history of fleeting accomplishments. He supposed he could relent for the moment, as she might have given him more than she realized he could chew. He didn't care much for her family but she didn't seem to have much she could give, past her very existence as a whole. "I'll comply but I don't understand exactly what it is you want from me in turn, with that kind of information. Care to elaborate?"SOPHIA ROSENBURG |
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