Hey! I'm not joining I just have a suggestion, if y'all like rping there's this site called QuizUp where you can go and rp and test your trivia skills and stuff. But you can make your own rp topics like theres the DMA topic. Disney Movie Academy, you create an oc that is a descendant of a disney owned movie and rp with others in the "high school". It's a great way to get different point of views and plot ideas for your stories!!
(@remarkab.le, thank you so much, I'm gonna try that right now!)
(no problem @TopazWyrmlet ! search me on there, same username remarkab.le)
"Perfect.", she grinned with enthusiasm, tying her hair back into a messy pink bun and pushing her sleeves up. I love doing this…, Fae thought to herself as she started to shape the neck and forehead of Cruz's dragon. "Would you like a baby, an adult, or an adolescent?", she asked, smoothing out the transition from neck to body. "A slim dragon or a more muscular one?" She flicked a miniature ball of clay at Grace, who stepped quickly out of the way and wrinkled her nose at it condescendingly.
(kk)
"Hah, hm.." he had to think for a moment, leaning his arm on the faux-marble snack counter, "Muscular adolescent," he answered with a flair of cockiness for amusement, flexing his arm for dramatic and comedic flair.
"Hah, hm.." he had to think for a moment, leaning his arm on the faux-marble snack counter, "Muscular adolescent," he answered with a flair of cockiness for amusement, flexing his arm for dramatic and comedic flair.
(just establishing that Fae is using overnight air-dry clay right now, because if it had to be fired, some parts of the dragon would have to be hollow)
Fae rolled her eyes, pressing her thumb into the forehead to deepen it slightly more and to push it back, making the snout look longer so that the dragon looked less like a pup. She lengthened the body as well and added more clay to the chest, rolling out four separate pieces of clay for the muscled legs and making indents where they were supposed to go so that she could securely insert them into the main body. Grace flew, looping elaborately for extra flair, up to the top of Cruz's head and sat there contentedly, nestled comfortably in his hair, to observe the whole process with great interest.
Securing the bag in her hold and burrowing her free hand away in her pocket, Kennedy turned her head and glanced at him as he spoke. Her eyes then briefly lit up upon his statement, and with a delightfully amused smirk that slashed across her lips, she emitted a genuine, bright laugh. "I definitely appreciate it, but it's not necessary, unfortunately. That's just my brother, Seyton," she glanced over at him as she spoke, catching and holding his gaze, and her lips quieting their smile slightly as she continued, however loud enough for him to hear, "He's just mad that I've wandered off on my own again, especially since we just moved here." He held her brother's eyes a moment, then slowly began leaning sideways on her elbow against the counter, deciding to take a different road then usual. Addressing Seyton as well as Augustus, she added, "I just wish he'd realize that I'm going to be eighteen soon, and that I'll be able to take care of myself, y'know?"
Seyton watched her the entire time, his chocolate eyes holding to her own. He did an impressive job of keeping his face straight while she spoke, though if you knew him, you could've clearly read the exasperated, bitter frustration and anger that was quietly etched onto his features, though there were other, slightly softer emotions there, too that developed as she continued speaking. Slowly stepping completely through the doorway and closing the door behind him, he kept his expression as strictly stone as he could and glanced between them as he started over with authoritive, but also slightly drained strides. Ignoring her speech entirely for the moment, he placed a rough hand on her shoulder as he tossed a look at the shop owner, and said with a respectful, cooled tone, "I'm hoping she hasn't been in your hair too long?"
(ahhhh all of this is developing so well yayayayayayayyayayyyyyyy)
Augustus laughed, a slick of a nervous, breathy tone in there lodged in his throat. "Yeah, no, she uh.. she's great," he replied with a forced-casual flick of his hand, that drew up to tuck back a lock of his hair. "Ah, nice to meet you," he cleared his throat, to leap his little hurdle of embarrassment.
"Where do you want spikes, how do you want them to look, and do you want your dragon to be covered in large plates or scales?", Fae asked, having finished shaping the paws.
Having finished fine tuning the dragon's slim, cone-shaped ears, she asked, "Do these ears look ok to you?"
With a stiff nod, Seyton released a silent breath that was slightly strained. If studying him, it may've revealed the reality of the amounting anxiety and frustration the boy was suffering from because the recent happenings in their lives. In truth, he'd well understood Kennedy's reasons for running off this time (he was dealing with the same causes), and knew his sister enough to be able to trust the instincts that told him what kind of place she'd end up taking shelter in. But she certainly wasn't making his life any easier, and especially in this moment and circumstance, now was just not a good time for his ability to deal with this. "You too, sir. I'm sorry for any inconvenience this is causing you." His tone had relaxed just slightly, probably as a result of the instinctive, subconscious older-brother relief in having his little sister again. With his hand still on Kennedy's shoulder, he began to guide her and himself towards the door, his grip gentle, but passive-aggressively firm.
Despite the differences between them that often resulted in skirmishes, Kennedy had known and been undeniably close with her brother from day one, and this enabled her to read him a little easier than a stranger would. Her slightly sharpened mood and expression noticeably softened, and her face relaxed ever so slightly into one of almost apologetic, gentle concern. She rarely submitted to her brother, who definitely had protective-older-brother syndrome, and this clashed with her adventurous and carefree personality, which often made her nerves crawl. But she could tell that something was different, and that at this point, they just needed to be alone and to vent a little. Without completely losing her edge, however, as she was still well-aware of the kind of lecture she'd get outside, she looked back to Mr. Pontecelli with a small, softer quaint smile, and allowed herself to slowly follow her brother out. She instantly felt bad for bringing their mess into his store and showing it off, though well-aware that it was too late to turn back the clock. So in an attempt to brush it away as soon as possible, she called, "Hopefully I'll be back soon, Mister…. …?"
Cruz commented back, "Scales, and spikes on the spine. The ears look fierce," he dramatizsized.
August tipped his head a little, "Your always welcome," he reassured in response.
Cruz commented back, "Scales, and spikes on the spine. The ears look fierce," he dramatizsized.
August tipped his head a little, "Your always welcome," he reassured in response.
Fae nodded, concentrating intensely on her task. Using the handy little knife from the assortment of clay tools by the pottery wheel, she cut a little chink out of the left ear and selected the small rolling pin for the next step. After rolling out a large piece of roughly rectangular clay, about 4 mm thick, she began the painstaking endeavor of carving out an irregular pattern of teardrop-shaped scales with sharp-looking tips, making each individual one about 1 to 2 centimeters long and 1 cm wide. It took about 20 minutes, but when she was finally done, she plucked a ball-point modeling tool from its container and used it to carefully and precisely separate each scale from the rest and place it deftly onto the half-finished dragon, the smaller scales on the snout, tip of the tail, and paws. 35 minutes later, fingers aching slightly, she reached for the rolling pin again and cut out rectangular plates to line the underside of the chest, neck, stomach, and tail. Fae wiped the sweat from her forehead with cramped hands and looked up at Cruz. "Now for the spikes."
Kennedy's lips brushed in a brief smile of acknowledgement, and Seyton even looked back in a polite glance of acknowledgement as well. The two then headed out of the store and into the city outside, Seyton gently closing the door behind them.
(Hey-o, I was just wondering if I could join, though I'd be a little late, and I don't really know how to do this, so in advance to let you guys know. My character's name is Arilyn, she has bleached blonde hair and olive skin. She's really quiet and enclosed. I was reading it and Fae? has wings and the character has wings too. She's and avian and has, well, I guess just google blue jay wings.
Even though she's shy, she likes to wear dresses of bright colors and to craft, but she's not so skillful with clay. She knows a lot of big words and is hetero-flexible.
She has caramel brown eyes and a twin brother named Lorcan. I don't really know if he'll be mentioned.
Thanks!)
(sure!)
Cruz picked off a bit of clay from Fae's arm, "It looks radical," he complimented, "Gnarly. Groovy." He added.
Augustus waved a little in an additional, exasperated goodbye.
(this is just going to give you some more insight to these characters- you don't need to read it if you don't want to.)
The two slowly made their way up the street, back in the vague direction of their house, though they still had a ways to go. There was a lingering, rather tense silence that lingered between them, and after a little while, Seyton was the one to break it.
“Kennedy Rose, when the hell will you learn?”
Kennedy did her best to suppress the flash of indignation that rose in her chest. Her brother rarely swore, and it was only when he was extremely stressed and upset did he let that well-pent-up side of him slip. She also made a mental note about the way he slowly ran his hand through the dark folds of his hair.
“I’m almost eighteen, Seyton-”
“/Almost/!” He snapped, lowering his hand to hit his fist to his moving leg. “But you’re /not/! We don’t know this place, or the people in it- you easily as hell could’ve gotten lost, or kidnapped, or worse! You can’t keep running off just because you don’t like the curveballs life throws at you, that’s not how that works. Do you ever think of /anyone/ but yourself?!”
A confusing torrent of violent and conflicted emotions flushed through her, and she realized just how upset her brother really was. Her understanding fought against her rising, angry, and almost pained indignation, and her lips pursed as she struggled to deal with the complex storm inside. “You have no right to accuse me of only thinking of myself, Seyton.” She spoke in a low, menacing voice, and struggled to find breath a moment, and responded a little more harshly than she would’ve liked, “I’m sorry if this seems a little ridiculous to you, but I cannot sit around and watch as our family and our life tears itself apart… and if you think that watching Ma and Dad scream at each other is any better than just leaving… then you.. Are /sorely/… mistaken.”
“That doesn’t justify you running off alone into a strange city and not telling anyone where or when you went,” he growled sternly, though his tone had lost one of its edges. They walked in silence for a moment, before Seyton released a somewhat stiff, pained, and tired breath. “I’m your brother, Kennedy. And even though I piss you off as much as you do me, we’re in this together… Whether you like it or not, I love and care about you, and I need to be sure you’re okay. I’m /here/ for you, y’know… and I’d wish you’d just learn that I /want/.. And that I /need/.. to be here for you… But you always run off and never give me the chance…” He fell silent and closed his eyes for a heartbeat, his teeth clenching and unclenching. “Look… We’re going to make it through this, Ken… we always do… There’s not enough room in the city to run away from our problems… In case you haven’t noticed, there isn’t enough room to get very far… We’ll face what’s coming our way. And we’ll /do it/ /together/.” He glanced at her. “Does that sound like a deal to you?”
Kennedy walked silently and carefully for a while. Eventually, she lifted her eyes to catch a glimpse of his, her throat feeling suddenly tight.
The look on her face enough to relax Seyton's frayed nerves a little, and as his own face softened, his arm found its way about her shoulders, gently pulling her into him.
Kennedy leaned against him a little and placed an arm on his back in response, her eyes resting on the ground a ways away as she tried to shove down threat of wetness crawling into her eyes.
They slowly strolled back in the direction of home, allowing the silence between them to do the talking.
A significant while passed before Seyton murmured, "So, what'd'you buy…?"
And Kennedy, gingerly taking the pendant out of the parcel and handing it to him, began to recount her experiences of the day in a somewhat soft tone, and this they did all the way until they reached their home.
(that's a really weird format that that became but okey)
(It’s great!)
Fae stretched her arms and rolled her shoulders to loosen them, re-tying her bun. Pulling a small lunch from her handbag, she rubbed her growling stomach and checked the time. 1:18. “Can I eat?”, she asked, scrunching her toes inside of her ankle-boots and slicing a chunk of clay into 20 separate strips. “What do you want the spikes to look like?”
"Um, like pointed slivers. We can get lunch together?" He poised as an offer, with a hopeful gesture of his arm.