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Flintlock Lodge / Re: SUCKERPUNCH — o, patrol
« Last post by MINSUH. on Yesterday at 10:15:50 PM »
perfect. the kind of response she was expecting. some would put up much more of a fight.

"oh, c'mon you're no fun." minsuh whines derisively, throwing her head back dramatically. but oh, little did he know this was very fun for her. some individuals grew anxious at the very thought of troubling someone; allowed themselves to be constricted by morality— or was it manners?— before ever just doing what they wanted. frankly for minsuh, she experienced none of that. when she wanted to do something, she'll simply do it, no matter how the other person was feeling. she pushed buttons because she felt delight getting the reaction she wanted, and with gray this was no different. there was no consideration on what that may mean if he were to boil over.

"first you call me names and then you— what— threaten me? all in one interaction? that's cute." gray may have a weapon, but as far as she knew, it was concealed. she could easily have the upperhand before he even tried anything. if she were to see red— if anything were to happen as it always seemed to— it'll be self-defense. she could leave this stupid place. didn't seem like a problem to her. but she doubted that he would. it would be a mistake if he were to.

minsuh had no plans on deterring just because gray told her to, but that's until eddie arrives, attempting to assert authority. smile falls, the hand that holds the back falling limply to her side. the teenager looks mildly annoyed as she stares at the older man what seems like a minute far too long. it was unsatisfactory, really, being able to kill him in her head. but she knew attempting to do so would be too risky.

after feeling like she's stared him down enough, minsuh lets out an exasperated sigh, rolls her eyes, and turns away from gray. she hoped he knew that she only obeyed him because she wanted to get away from him, not because she respected him enough to care what he had to say. notably annoyed, and now only encompassed with thoughts of that, minsuh doesn't consider how far gray was behind her, so when she whips  the bat over her shoulder, she is briefly bewildered when the bat hits something— or someone.

minsuh whips around, hands reaching up to cover her mouth in surprise, although her eyes light up with what appears to be amusement. "oh, shit!" she exclaims. "I didn't realize you were so close."
Private Threads / Re: but I knew you -- p, kai
« Last post by KAI on Yesterday at 09:40:05 PM »
After the confession, Kai braces himself

It doesn't take long— not even enough for her to process— for him to regret it. Kai confided very little to his disciples about his turmoils and the emotions that followed. It was his job to bear their burden, after all. Something that he usually embraced with open arms. Something that seldom bothered him prior to this. Now, he was lucky if he even managed to distract himself, if only for a moment, those times being when he was with— or even thought of— Eurydice.

"You don't have to say anything just-" Before he has time to finish, Eurydice, for the first time, manages to catch him off guard. If he were honest, he wasn't sure she'd been capable of being the first to initiate. Eury leans in, soft lips crashing into his chapped ones, dehydrated from lack of liquid he'd consumed in days. The kiss was quick, but lingers even as she pulls away, and Kai wishes she hadn't.  He may not know for sure what that meant, but it was nice.

Eurydice isn't at all deterred from his confessions. Instead, she embraces him. Points out how she's loved him ever since they were little, how that simply wouldn't go away because of something he's done as Messiah. It was hard to discern as ultimately, weren't they the same thing? Kai was always meant to be leader, even before anyone— even he— knew. He was the reincarnation of their first, destined to further push his practices to the world. Still, Eury managed to look at him with conviction, almost as if hadn't said anything damning at all.

Isn't that what he wanted?

Eury finishes speaking, Kai is momentarily silent, before he finally murmurs, "Thank you." The room still doesn't quite feel like his own; he feels distant from time and now, but Eury's presence managed to hold him briefly. He can't say he loves her, not yet, as he isn't for sure what he feels. He isn't ready for her to leave, though, so somehow, he decides to push it further with his confessions.

"Remember our conversation from last week? The one about. . . death?" He knows she knows. Death was probably so fresh in her mind, especially after Millie's loss. "Well I, ahem," he clears his throat. "All of my life I've accepted it's something that will happen. It's happened once, after all, why should I fear it? But as it grows closer I've come to realize how scary it is I mean— not life itself, but." Kai voice wavers. "I guess I'm happiest here. Leading people. With you." He glances over at her, before looking away from her once more. His leg shakes subconsciously. "But I know it must come and so, if it does, perhaps when the time comes... we could do it together."

A big ask to make. The window between sacrifice was 18 to 21 and with Eury being younger than him, he'd be asking her to approach her biggest fear early. But only that way, she wouldn't be alone, right? Maybe he'd find some comfort in not being alone, too.
Private Threads / Re: lost in the game — salem.
« Last post by Salem on Yesterday at 06:45:04 PM »
Salem grinned a wide smile that stretched across her cheeks, one that only came once every few months, if she was lucky.
"Of course I did. She never left my side, even when it felt like everyone else did..." She had to pause at his next question. Never did Salem consider herself and Elisa different people, but she supposed that she'd evolved a lot here. Elisa was a coward who stole and didn't understand how to work hard in life. Elisa clung to the past like it was the only thing she had. Salem preferred to look towards the horizon.

"I don't think it matters either way," Salem lit a cigar before continuing. "I don't think I ever really knew anything about the world until I came here. Strange place to learn about the world but...I guess since I am who I am because of the Badlands, I feel more attached to the name Salem." She went quiet while he talked about his mother. She could just imagine the warmth blossoming from her, someone prepared to forgive anyone as long as they had good intentions. Her eyes stung just thinking about it.

"It's a cold and ruthless world," Salem finally said. "Especially if you're coming from nothing. If your mother knew how you treated your nephews and your brother...I think she wouldn't be all that upset." Of course, sober Salem wouldn't dare butt in with commentary on someone's private life like this, especially not Teddy's. Especially not something positive. At this point, she wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that was intoxicating her or just being around Teddy. "I meant to thank you, by the way. For organizing the all female fighting ring."
> overall status: 100%

> physical status: stable.
> physical health: 100%
> physical afflictions: none yet.
> minor injuries: none yet.
> major injuries: none yet.

> mental status: stable.
> current status: stable.
> mental health: 100%
> mental illnesses: None
> mental damage: None
> Elisa Barone | "Salem"
> Female
> 23
> Dark brown hair that varies in shade, pale, blue green eyes.
> Carries at least 2 cigars at a time, a small handgun, and a small switchblade.
> tall, lanky and a bit awkward physically.
> N/A
> N/A
> medium physically | easy/medium mentally
> non-violent power-play allowed
> no kill | request maim/capture
> ask to attack in bolded, underlined and italicized black
> Lionel King x Melissa Barone 
> Half brother Rafe
> Half niece Gigi
> Cat Chrisanthymum "Chrissy"
>Bisexual | no crush
> this text + this color = this meaning
━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ even if my way is wrong
a small everyone. | beware hidden scrolling
Creative Center / Re: <3
« Last post by honey on Yesterday at 06:19:07 PM »
name calypso ambrosia, airy, finch
nickname caly
age 22
date of birth june 23
zodiac cancer sun
affililation member of flintlock lodge

posture: How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy?
vocal expression: What kind of voice, accent, tones, inflections, volume, phrases and slang, and manner of speaking do they use?
bodily expression: How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands?

How does their size or build influence how they use their body, if it does?
What are they like in motion -– in different environments, and in different activities? What causes the differences between these?
How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these?
Where and when do they seem most and least at ease? Why? How can you tell?


What is their greatest fear? 
What are some misbeliefs about the world?
What is the best thing about their life?
What is the worst thing about their life?
What do they most often look down on people for?
What makes their heart feel alive?
What makes them feel loved, and who was the last person to make them feel that way?
How do they manage their energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions?
What energizes and drains them most?
What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives?
Do they dream? What are those dreams like?
Are they more shaped by nature or nurture — who they are, or what has happened to them? How have these shaped who they’ve become as a person?
(Potentially ignoring the plot if it wouldn’t normally play into their life,) what kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take, (best, worst, most likely?) what would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why?
Does their perception of who they are align with how other people see them? Why or why not?
Top three things they value most in life?
Private Threads / Re: lost in the game — salem.
« Last post by TEDDY. on Yesterday at 01:52:46 PM »
Never had Teddy been the type to open up about his life. The mere thought of others learning the truth about his past humiliated him. And his background should never have warranted such embarrassment, and yet ever since he was young it had been instilled in him that it was only those with money who were valuable on earth. Any person that struggled to make ends meet was a bum, so what did that make Teddy and his family? Unworthy of being saved? It was always those with wealth who would survive following the blackout. Whilst they could continue life in their ignorant opulence, Teddy’s family would have to work three times as hard to keep their heads above water. It was a dangerous life, and one that Teddy was scared to open up about.

Tomorrow, he’d regret the conversation but, in his drunkenness, it felt only right to reminisce about his life, to take things much too far as he so often did when he pushed boundaries.

Lips curled into an intrigued smile as he watched the way Salem spoke about her past. A black cat called Salem. Was that where she got her name from? ❝ And I’m sure you won Salem’s trust eventually. ❞ He commented. Teddy hoped the same thing; it was always very easy to feel attached to him one way or another, almost enough to trust him. But Salem proved to be a difficult feat. He had won her over once, and he quite enjoyed the way she treated him then. If anything, it only urged him more to want to win her back.

❝ Do ya like being called Salem? ❞ Teddy enquired with a small cock of the head. He could still recall back when a man came searching for Salem that he addressed her by the name Elisa. Surely, that was her birth name. What secrets did that name hold? ❝ Or do ya miss being Elisa sometimes? ❞ Teddy often wished he could still be young Teddy boy, the child so naive about the world of tragedy around him. Salem asked about Mama, a small pang in Teddy’s chest at the memory of her smile. The memory of her corpse.

❝ Oh, my Mama, she was… one of a kind, she. ❞ Teddy smiled wistfully. ❝ Never once did come across a woman so chatty ‘n’ easygoing as her. Everyone loved her, and — I mean — ya couldn’t blame ‘em. I would… I used to steal from da French Quarter as a kid. Only from people who deserved it, ya know. And… I know that she knew, but as long as I wasn’t spendin’ da family funds, she didn’t care how I got somethin'. ❞

Nodding his head slowly, Teddy lowered his gaze to stare at his shoes, deep in thought before he added glumly, ❝ I think she would’ve been disappointed in me.❞ After all, he was certainly his father’s son. Ambitious to a fault, he allowed greed to preoccupy his mind, his thoughts, his every breath. He allowed for it to blind him in a way where he saw no importance in anything that wasn’t self-serving. It lathered up his ego, it made him harsh and cruel and not the Teddy boy that Mama loved so dearly.

❝ But when you gotta do what it takes to survive, you gotta push the boundaries that Mama taught ya. You take opportunity in one hand, pain in the other, and you use it. The two ain’t mutually exclusive; in fact, ya can’t do one without the other. And, I think it’s why Mama died. Her heart was too good to understand the way of the new world. ❞
Private Threads / so good at being in trouble — emery .
« Last post by JAY. on Yesterday at 12:45:29 PM »
This place did have its consolations.

It had been two months since he’d learned of his brother’s death and two months since he started to feel a burning distaste for this whole fucking place. He’d blame it on the grief — he had to displace his anger somewhere after all as he was never good at managing his anger on his own. But, it left him reckless, somewhat a nuisance to the higher positions around the lodge. He was mouthy and vulgar, and rarely knew when it was no longer appropriate to blither on indiscreetly. His personality was explosive, incessantly savage in nature as if being a force to be reckoned with was the only way he could cope.

At least, that was how he viewed himself. Monstrous, almost. And maybe this place wasn’t so bad after all. Perhaps all Julian needed was someone to tell him that he wasn’t as horrible as he thought he was, and over time he began to get well acquainted to someone who turned his fervid energy into something good. Something beautiful.

❝ You won’t believe what I found. ❞ Julian pointed out as he wandered back over towards Emery, a girl whose brain was as beautiful as her appearance. It was nothing like his uninhibited veneer. No, this was all genuine. She was genuine and much too good for a man like Julian. Chewing on his bottom lip, Julian hesitated before presenting a handful of messily arranged wildflowers for her to take. ❝ For you. ❞ Whilst there were not many things that two people could do for a date around these parts, this seemed more than perfect in Julian’s eyes.

❝ Just you wait… There’s more. ❞ Wagging his brows with amusement, he tried to conceal his cackling as he trotted off nearby, crouching down to pick more flowers along the way. If it made Emery laugh or smile, then that was a success in his eyes. ❝ What’s your favourite colour then, Em? ❞ Julian asked whilst he was preoccupied with the newest bunch of flowers he pinched between his fingertips.
Flintlock Lodge / Re: SUCKERPUNCH — o, patrol
« Last post by EDMUND. on Yesterday at 11:48:18 AM »
As of late, Eddie was hell bent with focusing on his own work around the lodge. It certainly beat the ever-vacant feeling in his chest that he’d feel otherwise, the grim realisation that no success would be enough to soothe the mind that insisted he could always do more, that he could always be better. Perhaps the acute focus was helpful in most ways; he was wary yet diligent, and efficiency around the lodge was always sound when he was delegating responsibilities. But, it also made him miss out on the finer things in life. Like enjoyment and fun. Like his father, Eddie had a knack for leading the masses, even whilst his stern nature could ruffle feathers in the process.

He wasn’t here to be everybody’s friend, though. He was here to keep them alive.

Ahead of most of the group, Eddie trudged wordlessly through the woodland terrain as he carefully observed the surroundings for any signs of change in the environment. Anything that could possibly have been caused by an outsider. Hands resting in his pockets, he focused on the sounds of boots crunching against the ground below, the birds shrilling above head, the back-and-forth chatter between Minsuh and Grayson. Brows knitting together, Eddie slowed to a stop with a clear of his throat, then turning to look over towards the two younger members rigidly.

❝ You both need to focus, ❞ Eddie explained with an aloof stare, then tipping his head to the side briefly to add, ❝ patrols aren’t an opportunity for you to fuck around. ❞ Eddie was good at acting as the killjoy of Flintlock Lodge but when he asked for a chore to be completed, he wanted the chore to be done properly. After all, he wasn't here to make friends. He was here to protect everyone.
Creative Center / Re: <3
« Last post by calypso. on May 10, 2021, 03:30:37 AM »
she wears moonlight like lingerie
Flintlock Lodge / Re: SUCKERPUNCH — o, patrol
« Last post by Gray on May 10, 2021, 01:31:26 AM »
At least one of them was happy.

Gray had been keeping a low profile as of late, more or less staying out of trouble, just waiting for the day that Torrin gave them the Okay to go home. It hadn't come yet, but maybe soon. Hopefully soon. He couldn't believe how much he missed Johannes. Just one more day. He said that a few times a day, seven days a week. He couldn't ask Torrin to leave his little brother, but maybe they could take Ezekiel with.

He didn't flinch or jump back when Minsuh jumped out at him, but he'd like to think that his expression was capable of curdling milk. "Keep walking backwards, Four-Pack. I'm gonna laugh when you fall." As he said that, he tried to smack the bat out of the way. "And put that down before you get yourself hurt." No, he wasn't worried about getting hit with it. He'd take that as an invitation to fight. It had been a while since he'd been in a brawl. The tension under his skin from being stuck here was looking for a way out, and if Minsuh wanted to be annoying and/or reckless, she might just find out how close it was to breaking free.

//this is bad but I did it?

General — biograhpy
▪ Grayson Hanson | Gray | Formerly Aria Rivendare
▪ Masculine presenting | Identifies as male | He/Him | DFAB
— Almost impossible to tell his birth gender (get Pyre's permission before having y/c know)
▪ 19 years, 2 months | 2/6/22 | Ages primarily real time
▪ Ex-Ranger of the Flintlock Lodge | Ex-Member of Moorland Riders | Forager of Flintlock Lodge

Physical — reference
♦ HUMAN | Health: 100%
— Gray is about medium height at 5'6", and very thin and lanky. He has gray eyes, and off-black hair cropped into an undercut, which has recently been cut a bit closer to the scalp than normal. Under his left eye he has a beauty mark, and there are a few scars on his medium-brown skin, and there are more under the slate gray bandanna, hoodies and jeans the gangly teen tends to wear. There are three pierces in his right ear, two in his lobe and one in the cartilage.
minor injuries: n/a
major injuries: n/a

Important Info — roleplayer
▪ In no way shows that he was born female, does everything possible to hide it (such as binding) and wears clothes meant for men. Without him stripping, it's pretty much impossible to tell that he isn't biologically male.
▪ Low-key history nut.
▪ Nearsighted.
▪ Has a blue pit bull named Brianna.
▪ Opinions and motivations are Gray's and Gray's alone and are not shared by his roleplayer.

Personality — INTJ-T
— Articulate; contemplative; efficient; driven; incisive; intelligent; meticulous; orderly; perceptive; practical; rational; self-sufficient; shrewd; vigilant; witty, enigmatic; frank; neutral; placid; private; stoic, abrupt; aloof; assertive; blunt; calculating; coarse; critical; cynical; distrusting; judgmental; opinionated; pedantic; sarcastic; self-serving; unreliable; vindictive

Relationships — heartchart
▪ Val x Summer Rivendare | Adopted by Diana Hanson
▪ Pansexual | Panromantic | Monogamous
▪ Dating Torrin | One crush
▪ ½ Graytor | ½ Graux
▪ Generally puts on a friendly front and cares for those around him, but still holds them at arms' length and is very hard to get close to. Very awkward when flirted with and doesn't really like it, but becomes quite flirty when drunk

Interaction — plotting thread
— Medium Physically | Hard mentally
— Still in training
— Prefers to fight with a machete, but can go hand-to-hand
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— To attack, @Gray and attack in underlined #708090

ty! also i’m so sorry for typos lol i was half asleep
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