forum Roleplay, anyone? (permanently closed)

Started January 25, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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(I'm back!)
(As long as you have an effective way of entering without crowding, you can join!)

Macha's thoughts kept time with the calm beating of Ace's heart,thankful for the hug, as she continued. ''After Davie, I'd ask each friend I made to make me a bracelet, and I'd make them one in return. As you can probably tell from the five bracelets, I didn't make many.'', she said, somewhat sadly. "After sort of roaming around in the desert for a few months, I reached the edge, and curious, I left it. I'd never been outside of Hara before. I snuck onto a cargo ship one night, and found myself in America. After a few months, I started to make my way west. I was just 8, but life as a Haran had taught me important survival skills, including how to wield a spear. One day, I was trying to get a ride, and the man who picked me up out of pity, planning on taking me home, asked me what I was doing on the road. I told him everything, and before I knew it, I was adopted and living in a small, run-down home in Niagara Falls, New York." Hansi… My Papa…. Macha tried to blink back tears, but they were coming too fast, pouring out of her eyes and trickling down her face. "His name was Hans…", she whispered, haunted by his sweet memory. The little house. My attic bedroom. All his amazing stories… "His wife had died recently of cancer. I–" She was cut off by an overwhelming sorrow, an aching, a missing so strong that it shook her to the core as she cried into Ace, finally allowing herself to grieve for her dead Papa.

I loved it.

Macha sobbed and Ace patted her shoulder, hoping that patting someone on the shoulder was the appropriate thing to do when someone's crying.

(thank you!)

The comfort that Ace's touch brought her was overwhelming as she cried into his shoulder. "Thank you…", she whispered gratefully, continuing. "It was by the falls that I met Fae…"

(Imma continue tomorrow, sorry @Nerd! I really need to go!):

BYE

(k I'm here

FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'd like to add my character (Emerald Paula Nayeli Gram Brynn), nicknamed Emery, auburn hair, green eyes, sarcastic, but still loyal, she's an orphan, and she is nonmagical.

Skylar smile widened, and excitement filled her eyes. "Ok good. Now. I need to you hold on to my hands. Tightly, or it won't work. Now. Look over there at that tree. It isn't very far, but farther than the length of my arm. I need you close your eyes." Skylar closed her eyes, too and thought long and hard about that tree. She thought about everything. The Frail leaves, the skinny trunk, the sticks scattered around the trunk. Not even thinking, she automatically felt the lurching I'm her stomach and the breeze as her feet touched the ground once more. Opening her eyes, she noticed that peter looked a little pale. She sighed. She had forgotten how strange it feels your first time. Now it was just second nature to her. Still holding onto his hands, she asked; "hey, are you ok? You look a little pale." She laughed, a look or concern etched across her face.

SKYYYLAAARRR! =D!!))

A gradual smile lifted up his shaky lips, and a small laugh peeked past his lips. "Wo-ahw." He breathed, accidentally mixing wow and woah together in a stammer. He brough a hand to his chilled cheek, feeling that the blood had drained away.

Skylar suppressed a giggle as he couldn't even speak right. "Cool, isn't it?" She asked, thrilled that he wasn't afraid or traumatized by the experience.

"Startling and dizzying, but yes..! Very cool," he laughed softly, briefly scratching his scalp.

"Do you wanna sit down, there's a bench right over there." Skylar said, pointing her hand at the bench next to the tree.

"Definitely," he answered, "My legs are killing me," he admitted with a tinge of humor, shuffling his wings.

Laughing, Skylar Ran to the bench before Peter and spread out on it. “Too bad. I do need my beauty rest you know. “ she giggled, closing her eyes.

He knelt by the bench after casually approaching, contrary to her lively dash. "Yes, yes you do." He chuckled, catching her hand under his palm. "You seem to get a sufficient amount. Or beauty rest works so phenomenomally that it lives past its own title," he spoke a little quieter.

Skylar opened her eyes and blushed. Sitting up she said “well.. I uh.. like.. oh god I’m so bad at this! Thanks.” She replies slapping her forehead with her remaining hand. “Come sit. “ she said, trying to pull Peter into the bench

He complied quietly, setting himself down on the bench. He refolded his wings so the huge things weren't squashed between him and the back of the bench. His eyes turned to her face, speaking for his mouth much better than verbal words.

(Gotta go to bed, goodnight!

Goodnight!)

Zander watched as the large door to his room swung open and a mans form take shape in its place. "A soldier under my command has gone rogue," the man said tossing a file onto the table," I want him and his target out of the way before we continue with our plans." Zander read the name on the file 'Blake Thorfin' and smiled, this was going to be fun.

(welcome, @ONLINE_ROBO !)

Papa. Sweet Papa. With your endless stories and fairy tales, and the attic you gave me, the home you gave me. The family you became… The tears were trickling through her cracks as she continued. "After I had my second— episode on the field of my new school, all the kids stayed far away from me, and I was horrified to discover that my skin was turning grey and hard and my blond hair was going white." Macha blinked fast. "I stayed alone at that school until seventh grade, and a new girl moved to Niagara Falls, New York, from across the falls in Niagara Falls, Ontario, in Canada." Fae. "No one had really seen anything like her before, with her bright pink hair and turquoise wings too small for her to properly fly." The bakery. Her dragons. The theatre… "She had the most amazing magic." Macha smiled a bit through the tears. "She played around with clay all the time, making countless tiny dragons, and her power was bringing those clay dragons to life, literally." She made me Alba… The fractured shards of a memory exploded from her mind. Fae, dead, beside her. Little dragon Alba whimpering and running to Fae. A man's cruel laugh as he raised his boot and stomped down on the little dragon, crushing and killing her. "She was the only one who wasn't afraid of me, even after I had my third episode in the middle of class and cracks began to appear on my face." Brave Fae. "We were in the park one day, 2 years later, goofing off, when we saw a van –which we later found out to belonged the R.A.C.– coming slowly around a bend in the road. Curious, we watched as two women slipped out of it, walking casually towards a winged man, some distance away, rocking his baby back and forth in his arms." The tears streaming down her face turned into those of silent rage. "They shot the man, killing him, and we ran towards them, shouting. We were too late. They threw the baby into the river and drove away." Macha clenched her fists. "After that day, we saw one more R.A.C. officer stalking a young girl, ready to shoot her. This time, we were ready, and knocked him out while the girl escaped. We hid, and when he came to and got back into his car, we followed it, and found that it was headed towards Seattle." Fae… "Fae decided to make 105 gargoyles to hide around the city after she had animated them, and act as spies and watchdogs. That same day, a R.A.C. officer broke into Fae's house in an attempted assassination, while we were having a sleepover. He kidnapped us both, and drove us the long way West to Seattle to interrogate us. He didn't know that all Fae's gargoyles were following. We never found out why he wanted us, as we escaped as soon as he parked, the gargoyles covering us, and we stayed, hidden in Seattle with no means of going back, and began rescuing people from the R.A.C. using the gargoyles as spies." We were so scared, so naive… "A few months later, we were found, and she was killed. I escaped, and, well… I guess I've sort of continued our mission…" Fae, excited to show me something. Fae, taking off in the air and properly flying for the first time in her life. Fae, pursued by a R.A.C. helicopter. Fae, falling o the ground, wings sawed off. Fae, stabbed in the chest five times as an officer holds me back, impossibly strong. Fae, dead.

(halfway done!)