forum The King Welcomes You~ Revive (Group RP, Closed, Mature, DEAD)

Started November 06, 2021 by @Serpentess health_and_safety language

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(Alright, here’s the starter. I mainly just copied and pasted it, so yeah)
(We’ll just, at least, attempt to ignore all the previous chaos we’ve done, lol)
(Don’t mind the length)

On’nyosh casually dressed for the day. The sky was slowly brightening, but it was still quite dark outside, a typical morning for him. He meandered to the window, pulling aside the curtain, and looked out at the Alyiin Mountains far to the north. Storm clouds had gathered above those mountains, and, after three days, they had not moved.

“Storms like that never stay still for long. Whatever is brewing there is up to something,”On’nyosh mumbled to himself, staring at the clouds in deep thought for a moment.

He then walked to the door, snatching his hat, and made his way out of his chambers. He headed down to the kitchens, his typical route to the throne room, and searched for his favorite cook.

“Martha, my dear, how lovely to see you once again! Are you in heat, or is it just spicy in here?”On’nyosh called to a round, middle-aged woman.

The woman, Martha, along with some other cooks turned at his call. The other cooks quickly returned to work, accustomed to the jester’s daily visit.

“Oh, shut up! I already have kids, I don’t need anymore,”Martha snorted as he closed on her.

“Such a pity. The world needs more master cooks named Martha around,”On’nyosh replied with a grin, hovering over her shoulder.

Martha started to blush.

“Are you insulting or complimenting me? It’s so hard to tell with you,”she asked.

“Why, my dearest Martha, I will only ever compliment you. Besides, I know better than to insult you after you chased me around with that big ass knife there,”On’nyosh chuckled, indicating a large cleaver to the side.

“And I will do it again if I have to. Now, shoo, before you make me burn everything I’m cooking,”Martha warned.

On’nyosh laughed and bowed slightly, then wandered off, snatching an apple as he headed for the exit. A loud huff came from Martha.

“What have I told you, On’nyosh?”she snapped.

He paused, laughing, then tossed a gold coin to her.

“If you ever need me, dear Martha… you know where I am,”On’nyosh said as farewell, winking.

Martha caught and stashed the coin then scoffed at him, blushing fiercely. On’nyosh grinned wide and left.

He wandered through the halls again, snacking on the apple. When he was finished, he noted the approach of a servant and set the apple core on the empty platter he carried. The servant rolled his eyes without stopping, having, much like the cooks, long ago become used to On’nyosh’s habits.

When On’nyosh finally arrived in the throne room, the sun’s rays were peeking over the horizon. The Monarchs were most likely almost at the large hall, but On’nyosh loved entering the throne room before them, just to piss them off.

He stood next to the King’s throne, in his usual place, pulling out three brightly colored balls and juggling them, practicing. He was still new to the art, but it was perfect to pass the time. Humming as he practiced, On’nyosh patiently waited for the arrival of the monarchs.

Vē'Êtherñøth is already up when she sees On'nyosh walking to the kitchens, as he does every day.

She follows him, quietly, and when he reaches the throne room, before anyone else she's happy to note, she jumps onto him, and says "I've got you now, fool! Revenge is mine!"

This is because of a prank the jester had pulled on her sometime that week, where everything was moved an inch to the left, throwing her off and causing her considerable annoyance when she had to move it all back. And fix some things that broke.

She proceeds to wrap herself around On'nyosh, binding him and causing his balls to fall and roll everywhere. She gives him a nip on the ear, and smiles at him.

"You shouldn't have messed with my stuff. You've done it before, and it never worked out. Why would you try again?" she says brightly, giggling but annoyed still.

Geneviera sensed people below her, her wings helped her stay afloat high in the sky. Down below she could see just enough of a person to realise who it was; Ryen. Usually she would flap her winds as hard as possible in his direction to create whirlwinds, sending him, his house and that stupid wife of his and their chunky, beady eyed little brats flying in the wind like dead grass. But not today, she decided against it today, for today she felt like shit.

She kept flying, keeping herself in the clouds as to not be seen, most villagers did not like the site of her and honestly, she couldn't blame them. She flew straight, her dress skirt flapping against her legs, she knew if she flew any lower, the villagers would know who she was instantly, after all she did dress in a on of a kind, kind of way. With her stitched multicolored dress; the left shoulder was a pale blue, the right a dark green, a patch near her left hip was purple, and the rest of the dress was a soft yellow color. Her stockings were multicolored too, her left leg was pink, her right a rusty orange color. And alas her shoe's her left was white, her right; black.

She headed for the tavern, where she spent most of her days hiding out from the townspeople who were considered normal. She landed near the tavern door and walked in, the woman behind the bar nodded at her and she nodded back, seeing as she was here almost everyday. She sat on a barstool, smiling as the woman behind the bar came closer, until they were standing face to face, with only the bar between them.

"Hey there Geneviera" The woman; Starcilla said softly, smiling as brightly as the sun, as she usually was when Geneviera came in, I don't know how she smiles like that everyday, being around all these people who're as fucked up as me all the time. She thought to herself, suppressing a smile; one she hoped was a equally bright as Starcilla's but she figured was not.

"Hey Star." Geneviera said to the other woman, her eye's trailing the fluffy top she was wearing. "I love that top by the way, did you make it?" she asked curiously, her red, yellow and blue eyelashes fluttering.

"I did, I did…and look at you, I see your still making your own clothes too, I love how you don't care what anyone thinks of the way you dress or carry yourself, honestly what's your secret?" Starcilla said, placing her elbows on the middle of the bar and leaning forward.

Geneviera leaned forward as well, batting her dyed eyelashes at Starcilla, her mouth drawn into a smirk; which was on the verge of flirtatious and humorous. She leaned forward until her ear was nearly touching Starcilla's right left ear. "The secret is…" she paused and exhaled "not giving a damn." She finished and pulled away slowly, Starcilla smiled and headed back towards the other end of the bar "Geneviera you're such a tease!" she yelled, causing some other people in the tavern to turn in their direction for a few brief seconds.

"We both know that's not really true Star! I give what I put out, if you get lonely you know where I'll be!" She yelled to the other woman, who flipped her off then went into the back, the bar doors flapping gently behind her.

She picked up the amber colored drink in front of her, she hadn't even noticed Starcilla put it there, she took a large gulp then tossed her head back, looking up at the ceiling. "Ah, that girl is going to the death of me." She whispered to herself.

Æsûē and Sílsthrïm wake up, sensing a new presence in the city. They quickly rise and dress, and, knowing exactly who's in the throne room already, warp there and sit on their thrones. They notice On'nyosh and the Sorceress, but decide not to comment on it.

"On'nyosh. I see you're here before us. Again." Sílsthrïm says, sighing.

"We have bigger problems, love." Æsûē sighs, knowing exactly who's coming to the city and why. And when they'll get here and where they'll end up going.

"You're right… I'm just worried what this means." was all Sílsthrïm said.

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Ëvêāhn sighs, worried about what the King and Queen's reactions to him will be.

What will they say, I wonder, after me having left in such a huff not so long ago? they wonder, walking up to the castle doors, which automatically open to admit them.

Well, at least they never told the doors to not open for me… they think, bemused and happy about this fact.

Radiant quickly dons her armor, confused as to what presence just entered the castle, and scared.

What sort of creature has a mind like this? she's screaming mentally at herself, rushing everything. She quickly finishes, grabs her weapons and shield, then runs out to the courtyard and launches herself in the air, her four wings taking her quickly to the throne room.

The windows, being glassless, were big enough to admit her, so she simply flew through and landed by the throne, giving a simple "Hello my Lord and Lady." when she takes her place on the right hand side of the throne. She ignores On'nyosh and the Sorceress.

(You're good, Persona!)

Æsûē and Sílsthrïm nod to Radiant, then turn their attention to the doors leading into the throne room. They wait for Ëvêāhn to enter, both impatient to see what they want.

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Ëvêāhn treads slowly towards the doors, dreading seeing these two people in particular.

What if they hate me, after what I did? they wonder. But they have nowhere else to go, nobody else to talk to about this… they enter, hoping to enter quietly, the doors not complying and flying open with a bang.

"I'm… sorry… for what I did before I left. Will you accept me back?" Ëvêāhn asks, hesitant.

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Æsûē and Sílsthrïm watch Ëvêāhn enter, glad they came back.

"Yes, you may return. Your rooms are ready," they reply. "But that's not why you came back, is it?"

Ëvêāhn replies with "It is not." and leaves it at that. They turn to leave.

"It's nice to see you again, Mother, Father." they add, then they leave.

Radiant looks on all of this in astonishment.

"My Lord and Lady, I knew not that you had children. Or a child." she says, softly, stunned by this turn of events.

"But I suppose it makes sense…" she adds.

She then turns her attention to the newcomer theirself, but they had already left.

(I have awakened! Evil laugh)
(Tiamat’s intro is a little rough, but it sort of turned out that my version of Tiamat is more like a quiet and brooding sort)

“Ah fuck!”On’nyosh burst as Vē'Êtherñøth jumped on him.

He barely kept his balance, chuckling at her scolding. He remembered that prank. He loved doing it, even though he always got caught.

“I keep doing it because it’s fucking funny!”he answered back, laughing.

“And, by the way, biting my ear like that can inspire some rather indecent behavior from me, if you know my meaning. I don’t much care of location, but I find it easier to avoid conflict by avoiding public eyes,”he added, his voice quieter as the monarchs appeared.

On’nyosh then snorted at Sílsthrïm‘s commented, chuckling. He then grew curious of this other matter that was more concerning than his antics.

When Radiant came in and landed, On’nyosh laughed. She seemed to be oblivious to the fact that she stood right in front of him.

As Ëvêāhn came in, On’nyosh’s interest wavered, except about the hint of something else going on. He then turned to Vē'Êtherñøth again.

“You going to stay like this all day? I’m not sure you’d appreciate me falling over on you at some point, even though it would be fucking funny,”On’nyosh commented.

At Radiant’s comment, On’nyosh laughed.

“For an archangel, you’re slow,”he said.

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The black pigeon glided through the dark clouds hovering above the Alyiin Mountains, calculating as it had been for a long time. It watched the kingdom below, its vision precise even despite the distance. A presence seemed to appear as it spied, one that was tied to them by prophecy.

The bird banked, spiraling down to land on a tree. Its eyes focused on the castle.

So, the Chosen One has returned. Very well then.

Tiamat sent their thoughts forth, searching for Geneviera. When they found her, they sent a message. It is time.

The bird then leaped from the branch and dove, the storm clouds swirling before bursting forward, following Tiamat.

(Me: Lol, it's nice to meet you!)
(Vē'Êtherñøth: Who the fuck are you?)

Vē'Êtherñøth sighs and laughs. "I'll stay here however long I want to!"

"And I'll have you know that I am looking forward to seeing you fall!" she adds, cackling at the thought. She transforms into her human form, and stays on On'nyosh, causing the whole situation to devolve and fall down, with Vē'Êtherñøth on top and On'nyosh trapped beneath her (now naked) form.

She laughs and gets up, dragging On'nyosh up with her. "Yeah, Radiant. You also don't seem to realize that we're behind you."