forum Ig I could start a random RP for those of us who've lost important RP characters

Started November 06, 2021 by Deleted user

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De Tearion: Notices the color change. This be one reason why I stay quiet. I am always brooding. Turns away, melancholy in his eyes as he stretches out again.

Me: Nice! I particularly love the swords.

Sam: Her color shifts from red to blue instantly, her emotions going from anger to sadness I did not mean to… She sighs, then goes silent

Me: Thank you! As you've prbly guessed, all of them are from Pinterest! I just downloaded them and… yeah!

De Tearion: Looks back at her. No need to apologize. I understand. My life has always has conflict in it, whether it be from Vanishers, my fool brethren, or humans. I brood endlessly on it, seeking reason where none be. And, in recent years, my emotional control has withered somewhat.

Me: Thumbs-up. I do the same exact thing, lmao!

Sam: Yes, I get that.

Me: Lmao, I'm just doing Latin in a chat for no real reason!

De Tearion: Nods, then looks away, staring at the other trees. He then starts to chuckle, amused by something.

Me: Lol!

Sam: Her color changes pinkish What is it now?

Me: Latin is so fun to use… especially when someone else decides to roll with it!

De Tearion: Turns, laughing. I recall a game I played as a youth. We would duel nature. ‘Tis both a game and training, and ‘tis something I had loved to play. Well, I remember one duel I had with a tree. It ended as a draw, because while I fought and climbed the tree, many of the branches broke and hit me. I forget what wounds I had, yet that was most certainly a draw! Continues laughing.

Me: Lmao!

Sam: Chuckles It seems to me like the tree just won outright.

De Tearion: Snickers. No, I was one reason the branches snapped. And that tree had a lean afterward. Yet, after that duel, it always seemed to greet me, whether via a loose branch dropping on my head or a pouring of dead leaves. Smiles.

Sam: Chuckles We Mist Fae have similar games. We'd challenge the weather to a duel, and see who it chose to duel with. It always answered me with the strongest winds and the hardest rain, so I knew I would be great eventually.

De Tearion: Smiles softly. I miss that tree. I have seen it not in decades, yet I have vowed never to return to the forests of my home. Though… there be many trees in the gardens behind the castle that has become my home. I could duel one of them possibly. I think I might know the one as well. Chuckles.

Sam: Chuckles I would love to see you fight a tree. I wonder if the weather here knows me as well as the weather back home?

De Tearion: ‘Tis indeed tempting, yet I know not any of these trees. I suspect many would approve not. Glances at her, chuckling. It would be fascinating to watch you duel the wind and rain.

Sam: Laughs Then I shall! She shifts back to her previous form, then starts mummering to the winds and rain; immediately, they both perk up and rush towards her, hitting her with the force of a category 5 hurricane Oh, I've missed you too! She stands her ground against the wind, shielding her eyes alone from the rain, and grins; eventually, the winds and rains die down to a gentle breeze and a light mist There we go! That's the first time I've done that!

De Tearion: Watches in amusement, completely unfazed by any rain that hits him. He actually seems to enjoy the rain, and his hair seems to swell slightly.

(Yeah, sorry!)

Sam: Sees that De Tearion was completely unfazed Damn, how do you do that?

(You’re good)

De Tearion: Looks at Sam and shrugs. I like the rain, and I have a good grip. Shows off his claws. Though, if you mean my hair, ‘tis a natural reaction. When my hair dries, it will be longer.

Sam: So, your hair is like the trees itself, then?

De Tearion: Considers her words, intrigued, then shrugged. I know not, yet all Goliathans have the same reaction. There be many tales to explain why, yet most are vague and consider it to be a blessing of Mercy. Rolls his eyes.

Sam: Sighs Ah… we Mist Fae have our own Fate, if that be who Mercy is.

De Tearion: Snickers. Aye, Mercy be Fate, and the will of nature. Sighs. I have also heard some human foreigners call her… Karma. A chirp distorts the word ‘Karma’, as if he hadn’t said it many times. ‘Tis fitting.

Sam: Ah, yes… Karma, Mercy, Fate… the Will, is what the Mist Fae call her. The Will of the World.

De Tearion: Chuckles. The many names of one individual. Fascinating, be it not? Why must Mercy have such a variety of names when everyone be knowingly referring to her? Shrugs casually.

Sam: Yes, it be fascinating. She must have such a variety of names because she is as diverse as the many that are swept in her wake.