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Human Roleplay / Re: DEAR FUTURE SELF — P
« on: October 20, 2019, 06:06:55 PM »
Blue eyes scanned the Red Canyon - deep blue, holding nothing or seeming to, at least. Still, it bugged her. Why were these pictures, surely Sothis' memories, appearing in front of her? It wasn't right. Something was off here. She stays there for a few seconds, almost as if she was dazed. The silence is homely to her, showing no emotion though there would be tension underneath.

Nothing was said, her grip on her sword slacking. She wasn't like Dimitri, and the Ashen Demon didn't seem so ready to kill anymore. She stares at his hand, the gesture, before getting up. Her hands quickly move down the side of her pants, pulling apart roks that were caught in the lace and she taps the bottom of the boots. She grabs his hand and noticed his look. The way his body was twisted away from her, the way he seemed to not look at her. Despite not showing emotion, she could read it rather well and yanked her hand away. "I will tell you later." She remarks bluntly.
#pyresfancy

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Human Roleplay / WAY DOWN WE GO -- private
« on: October 16, 2019, 10:34:13 PM »
The Monastery had been repaired for a long time - and new features were added. However, she wasn't enjoying one of these. Instead, she had been holed up in her room. It was on the second floor - like most nobles. She had stared at the light blue carpet for some time, before deciding to read a book. On the history of the Monastery. About how the kind Seiros had helped cleanse the continent- how people thought they were Gods, and so forth. Heterochromatic eyes scan through the pages, as if merely skimming. But no, she was simply a quick reader. Plus, there was no fiction or any stories she could delve into. The wooden chair was leaning back, up against the desk.

That's when she hears a knock. Sturdy, with very audible thuds. She puts the book down with its own thud, losing her page in the process. She sighs, putting the chair back and fixing herself up slightly. Hair, that kind of thing. When the knock happened again, she called out that she was getting ready and would be there in a minute. Anastasia's pace was brisk and she opens the door. "Hello?" She asks.
#pyresfancy

@spoopy

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Human Roleplay / Re: DEAR FUTURE SELF — P
« on: October 16, 2019, 10:23:39 PM »
Byleth grits her teeth, almost clenching then painfully as Dimitri kept shaking her off. Damn stubborn boy. She turns to the gathering crowd of rogues, her grip visibly and audibly tightening on her sword. It became slanted, ready to strike. She doesn't even show shock. Certainly, with the way Dimitri was acting, the blue-haired mercenary would have a chat with him. And she was worried for him - he was extremely blunt and straightforward, not with the usual fluff that came with his words. She tried to yank her hand away, to better wield the sword and get ready to fight. However, given his... Crest, that would not be possible without breaking her whole arm.

That's when she was yanked, forced to follow the Crown Prince once more. Anger swelled in her, and she tried to skid to a stop multiple times. Dust was kicked up, brown swirling in the air. She pointed her sword at the bandits, given how she couldn't really stop him. Her eyes go wide as she is rushed into a cave. Darkness. That is all she sees - except Dimitri, who seemed too happy to enter the encroaching shadows. She watches him sit down. With a sigh of her own, and shaking her head, she begins to lower herself. The cool temperature of the wall seeped into her clothes, and she brushes a tired - no, exhausted hand, through blue hair. Her gaze returns to normal - the pain is there, but not the shock of it. "There is nothing wrong with me, Your Highness. When it's clear, we must go to the Monastery again."
#pyresfancy

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Human Roleplay / Re: DEAR FUTURE SELF — P
« on: October 16, 2019, 08:44:41 PM »
Byleth grits her teeth, the only tad of emotion she had shown as she focused on the bandits around them. She was ready to bolt when...

Damn it - Sothis, making your memories less physically painful to remember would be great, she snapped mentally at the green Goddess, who rather vaguely remarked that there was nothing that she could do. She does her best to shake off the waves - to come up with a plan, clouded and as fogged as it may be. She hadn't realized where she was. Dimitri's words barely registered in her brain - come quickly. Right. She started to move, deep blue eyes appearing bleary when she felt a forceful grip on her hand and she was yanked forward.

She stumbled at first, nearly tripping - and it took her few moments to gain her own pacing back. Why was she like this? Why wasn't she the strong, stoic-faced person she'd always been around her students? She looked around. Damn. They just headed further in. "Your Highness, you need to run," she whispered to him, gaze flickering to the group of bandits. They were mostly chatting amongst themselves.

She takes another look around. The stone... things she was seeing that were flying through the air in her mind. She looked at them. They were not stone at all. She shakes her head -

throbbing. burning. Seiros above, why did it hurt so much? It felt like someone was pounding her head with a hammer, or perhaps stabbing it with a knife. She nearly makes a sound, though pain is written on her face - the way her eyes close briefly, the way she has to force herself from breathing heavily. "You need to run now," she replies once she gains enough composure to control the volume of her words. "I can try to stop them."
#pyresfancy

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Human Roleplay / Re: DEAR FUTURE SELF — P
« on: October 16, 2019, 01:36:24 PM »
A shadow. Why would people make their home here? It was crumbling. Unsafe. When she saw more, she backed away. Damn it. The Sword of the Creator could elongate and take out multiple enemies. But this many? She grabbed the hilt of the bony sword, unsheathing it. It glowed red - fury flaming.

That's when a lithe, skinny form all too familiar hops over a rock. "What are you doing here? You are meant to watch the House!" She chides him, voice raised yet emotionless. She was angry and felt a bit betrayed, but that would have to wait.

She was going to say to fight but then she hears a voice all too familiar. This... scene. It is familiar to me, Byleth. Why do I remember this if it was my own home? Pictures flashed - something appearing like it was stone flying through the sky, sobbing - in her mind.

Her head was pounding, how could she think like this? She doesn't betray this, except for an eye shutting. "Yout Highness, we need to leave. You go first. Now." Her voice was calm, only slight hints of emotion.

#pyresfancy

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Human Roleplay / Re: DEAR FUTURE SELF — P
« on: October 15, 2019, 11:43:47 PM »
Byleth enjoyed Sothis' presence. It was enjoyable. Like she wasn't alone all the time - never bothered by the storm and the tempest that were her thoughts. But sometimes Sothis was that storm; that wind howling and the anger roaring. This was one of those times. Her feelings drove her to the Red Canyon - some place she needed to remember. That roaring was going to drive Byleth insane, but she offered no look saying that. Instead, her calm gaze with deep blue eyes scanned the rocks and the wilderness of this land they had called home.

I hate lying like this. Especially to a prince. Byleth muses to herself, but the Progenitor God replies that it had to be done. A sigh escapes the mouth of the girl, cold air becoming Crystal's of water vapor. She hears something, briefly grabbing her weapon and looking around. Upon seeing nothing, she continues on.

They reached the Red Canyon. It was barren. Buildings made of something she cannot discern are crumbling. Stones laid at her feet. For someplace called the Red Canyon, it did not look red. She heard something. A bandit? A thief?

"Who is there?" Her cold voice rings out amongst canyon walls, echoing.
#pyresfancy

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Human Roleplay / Re: DEAR FUTURE SELF — P
« on: October 15, 2019, 10:47:44 AM »
Deep blue eyes focused on the young man who was, admittedly, taller than the Ashen Demon. She nods, still that stoic emotion upon her face. Good - Sothis would keep bugging her and wouldn't let her forget it if she didn't go to the Red Canyon. "Thank you, Your Highness." She would reach up to ruffle his hair for a brief second, smiling a tad before her gaze returned to that distant,  unfeeling one.

She turned, pivoting, brushing a hand through deep blue hair when Sothis spoke to her. Something about needing to be careful. She understood that... but still, something seemed wrong. She glances back and notices the blond-haired boy staring at her. She offers a nod and decides to set off, walking to the entrance hall. A few students have her odd looks- but she didn't care. Not like that was her forte, anyway.

//mobile- excuse the suckiness.
#pyresfancy

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Human Roleplay / Re: DEAR FUTURE SELF — P
« on: October 14, 2019, 10:00:34 PM »
Some peace and quiet was all that Byleth had hoped for. The cold air softly blowing, the looming gray skies suggesting snow would be falling soon... it felt so, so much better to the Ashen Demon. She was used to the rough and tumble, hopping-around lifestyle of a mercenary, but it never felt like it suited her. Despite it being her only way that's she's known life, it didn't feel right.

She, herself, had taken some time to just enjoy the monastery. For a while, she had sat in the church, noticing the faint lights passing through the colored glass, causing shimmering lights. She listened to the singing. She fished, hearing the splashes, feeling cool water hit her face.

That all changed when Sothis had called her- talking about Zanado, the Red Canyon. Something about memories being obsucred. Byleth's own were, as well. The two had decided to venture off, but they could not do so without speaking to someone about it. Which lead them to the Boar Prince. She cleared her throat and gave no emotion upon Dimitri seeming to jump. He still seemed a bit nervous as he stood up, realizing who it was. Crossing her arms, though not in a disrespectful, sassy way, she looks over him. Did he think something had gone wrong? She hoped not. Nothing was, at the moment. She begins to speak, her voice calm yet respectful. "Hello, Your Highness. I have been... told that there is some business I must attend to. Can you keep a watch over the House for me? Hanneman would want to see all of your Crests, and I'm afraid Manuela would be trying to take some knight out for a date rather than making sure you all are okay."
#pyresfancy

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OOC Discussion / Re: RECONDITE REALM ♦ CHAT AND PLOT
« on: May 21, 2019, 04:54:40 PM »
If he stops hating all his potential friends gcihbjhc

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Helping Hub / Re: help me with this Wilderness Rising group
« on: May 21, 2019, 02:28:12 PM »
if anyone wants to join, there's a discord for planning it! https://discord.gg/AzEygQ9

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OOC Discussion / Revival
« on: May 21, 2019, 11:43:08 AM »
Hey guys! Let's revive this place.

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Helping Hub / Re: Traditional Warrior Cats?
« on: May 09, 2019, 12:27:22 PM »
Yeye I would love for it to be revived! I'm currently doing RiverClan! and sure, a message works with me; just don't send it to Discord at the moment, I'm at school.

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Helping Hub / help me with this Wilderness Rising group
« on: May 03, 2019, 09:18:29 AM »
Hey there! So, I made the Recondite Realm, but it has withered and died off and I was really hoping people could help me to make the group once more! I'm open to any and all ideas, but I really just want to see it around and not die off. If people could join in and help me, that would be amazing!!!

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Helping Hub / interest check in reviving twc
« on: May 02, 2019, 12:29:20 PM »
Hey there, I played Otterstar and I was wondering if anyone would be up for reviving the TWC clans? I think they're actually really cool!

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Helping Hub / TNW group brainstorming?
« on: February 25, 2019, 09:16:27 AM »
I was thinking of having a group in a school or something based off of knowledge, believing that having knowledge would help with the apocalypse.

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