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invisibletouch[ooc: backdated to 02/02]
[Pink hair and red eyes greet anyone who's watching. Though, the top of her head seems to be covered by something. A hat, maybe?
What's definitely not hidden, however, is Lucy's face, and she's none too thrilled about this.]
The last world I was in wanted me dead. This one wants me alive, and to fight for them.
[She stares at the locket for a few moments.]
They don't care who they use?
[Pink hair and red eyes greet anyone who's watching. Though, the top of her head seems to be covered by something. A hat, maybe?
What's definitely not hidden, however, is Lucy's face, and she's none too thrilled about this.]
The last world I was in wanted me dead. This one wants me alive, and to fight for them.
[She stares at the locket for a few moments.]
They don't care who they use?
Video; Viewable to All for Reasons
Jan. 29th, 2015 02:53 amsnakeskin_magus[In the dead of night, Roa stood out from a balcony built into a mountain castle. The castle, which seemingly sprung up overnight, looked as if it were carved clean out of stone behind Roa. He was overlooking the construction of the fourth spire. Despite the fact that it was the middle of the night, the entire area was illuminated by fake light. Floating yellow orbs hung in the air over the forest, the current shift of construction workers building up what they could under Roa's supervision.
Off to the side, a blond haired young woman with her face mostly obscured by the darkness of her cloak was fletching arrows. Roa shifted his locket so viewers could see the pace of his construction. For awhile he didn't say a thing, simply raising his hands to cast more spells to illuminate the work-space. The thrum of workers below didn't cease and by far, he seemed impressed with it all.]
In my time, 'industry' was never as important as the arts and the education of the few. This is refreshing in comparison. Why, though?
[There was distinct intent in his entire reason for posting this. Was it ultimately an open-ended question? The lighting of the site was as important as was the fact that he was showing the workers, themselves.]
It must be the nature of this beast. In how many wars do you think enemy combatants are free to speak with one another so casually?
Will you show me your rage and desperation? Come--let's burn out this cycle, together.
Off to the side, a blond haired young woman with her face mostly obscured by the darkness of her cloak was fletching arrows. Roa shifted his locket so viewers could see the pace of his construction. For awhile he didn't say a thing, simply raising his hands to cast more spells to illuminate the work-space. The thrum of workers below didn't cease and by far, he seemed impressed with it all.]
In my time, 'industry' was never as important as the arts and the education of the few. This is refreshing in comparison. Why, though?
[There was distinct intent in his entire reason for posting this. Was it ultimately an open-ended question? The lighting of the site was as important as was the fact that he was showing the workers, themselves.]
It must be the nature of this beast. In how many wars do you think enemy combatants are free to speak with one another so casually?
Will you show me your rage and desperation? Come--let's burn out this cycle, together.
snakeskin_magus[With a deep breath, Roa raised his arms and stepped out into the bright day of a sunny village, to which he began fixing his hair into a pony-tail with a smile. With blond hair and blue eyes, Roa looked the part of nearly any other person that would have passed through, with the exception that he was dressed like a gangster with an open-collared dress shirt and leather pants. The image itself must have only been disconcerting to a handful of people. Pointedly, Roa looked up to the sky and stepped around, inspecting himself. At his side, a young woman with wild blond hair was fletching arrows, looking down her palm at each one she made. While the young woman seemed utterly unconcerned with Roa, there were a number of people around giving the man odd looks.
The odd looks intensified when Roa stripped off his shirt and held it aside from himself, checking himself for blemishes the whole while. People averted their eyes(because he was a bit on the pale side) when he started moving around, absolutely delighted with himself. The hunter that had been sitting beside him finally stood up after awhile and began walking away, not bothering to look back at him. After awhile, one could probably catch out of the corner of their eye that a few sparkles were trailing after him.]
Now, this--this feels great... And, it's putting me in a wonderful mood, too.
[Roa draped his shirt over his shoulder and began walking, moving past confused faces without a second thought.]
I wonder who'll be willing to accept that generosity!
[In that especially good mood, Roa high fived a young man who had raised his hand to wave to a friend. Confused, the man yelped and stared mutely at his hand, not exactly sure what happened to him.]
(OOC: The mysteriousness must remain! Roa has a map of Quendi and makes local discoveries on a weekly basis--and this week's discovery is light magic, which he's reverse-engineered so he can spend some time out in daylight. He's also a little south of Caer Scima.)
The odd looks intensified when Roa stripped off his shirt and held it aside from himself, checking himself for blemishes the whole while. People averted their eyes(because he was a bit on the pale side) when he started moving around, absolutely delighted with himself. The hunter that had been sitting beside him finally stood up after awhile and began walking away, not bothering to look back at him. After awhile, one could probably catch out of the corner of their eye that a few sparkles were trailing after him.]
Now, this--this feels great... And, it's putting me in a wonderful mood, too.
[Roa draped his shirt over his shoulder and began walking, moving past confused faces without a second thought.]
I wonder who'll be willing to accept that generosity!
[In that especially good mood, Roa high fived a young man who had raised his hand to wave to a friend. Confused, the man yelped and stared mutely at his hand, not exactly sure what happened to him.]
(OOC: The mysteriousness must remain! Roa has a map of Quendi and makes local discoveries on a weekly basis--and this week's discovery is light magic, which he's reverse-engineered so he can spend some time out in daylight. He's also a little south of Caer Scima.)
withbite[Hello there, Drabwurld. Have one slightly mussed vampire giving the locket a lazy smile. Is he calling from bed? Looks like. It may or may not be his own bed. Don't question that. Everything's covered, though, so no worries about scarring any delicate sensibilities.]
Some of you might recognize me, others might not. Either way, I'll keep this short and sweet. Since I'm back here again, I'm still going to need to fulfill those dietary requirements I mentioned last time. Which means donors.
[Not that he couldn't take what he wanted as he pleased, but he'd seen some of the things those here could do his last trip and the last thing he wanted was to find himself trying to have lunch with a witch and winding up with a few aneurysms for his trouble. Rude, witches.]
Again, only reply if you're either interested in offering or, I don't know, have a servant or whatever that's expendable. I'm not interested in playing twenty questions or show and tell.
[And that was as in depth as he planned on getting right now. People could offer or... he could get hungry enough to just take a risk and jump some hapless fairy. They were about the size of a juice box...]
Some of you might recognize me, others might not. Either way, I'll keep this short and sweet. Since I'm back here again, I'm still going to need to fulfill those dietary requirements I mentioned last time. Which means donors.
[Not that he couldn't take what he wanted as he pleased, but he'd seen some of the things those here could do his last trip and the last thing he wanted was to find himself trying to have lunch with a witch and winding up with a few aneurysms for his trouble. Rude, witches.]
Again, only reply if you're either interested in offering or, I don't know, have a servant or whatever that's expendable. I'm not interested in playing twenty questions or show and tell.
[And that was as in depth as he planned on getting right now. People could offer or... he could get hungry enough to just take a risk and jump some hapless fairy. They were about the size of a juice box...]
snakeskin_magusI'm in a good mood. So, I think I should share my good mood with everyone! [In one of the ruins by La Llorona, Roa sat with his back to his locket, a number of the twisted trees with human-like faces shifting uneasily in his presence. He carried a lute with him, playing a few notes, interrupting the eerie silence that had otherwise been uncharacteristic of the swamp-lands. Not a toad croaked. Not a mouse squeaked. There was the lute for a moment, before a number of pallid looking spirits rose from the trees, moaning and writhing in front of Roa.]
This is a song from my world--a good one for the moment, I think! Now, before I get complaints about the lyrics-- it's more about the motif than the context...
[The ghosts wailed as Roa raised one hand to interrupt his lute-playing. He curled his fingers and they rolled in pain at his command.]
Like we practiced.
[The ghosts--in bad tune and tempo, all began singing Bob Dylan's 'Knockin' on Heaven's Door'. It was disjointed, lacked timing and none of the spirits understood the keys that had to be taken. Roa didn't mind it, though. He played his lute to set the beat and tempo even if the ghosts failed to accomplish the same. He stopped playing when the song was done, turning to give the locket a lazy sort of smile.]
Terrible, but we've got plenty of time to practice some more.
[The locket cut out.]
This is a song from my world--a good one for the moment, I think! Now, before I get complaints about the lyrics-- it's more about the motif than the context...
[The ghosts wailed as Roa raised one hand to interrupt his lute-playing. He curled his fingers and they rolled in pain at his command.]
Like we practiced.
[The ghosts--in bad tune and tempo, all began singing Bob Dylan's 'Knockin' on Heaven's Door'. It was disjointed, lacked timing and none of the spirits understood the keys that had to be taken. Roa didn't mind it, though. He played his lute to set the beat and tempo even if the ghosts failed to accomplish the same. He stopped playing when the song was done, turning to give the locket a lazy sort of smile.]
Terrible, but we've got plenty of time to practice some more.
[The locket cut out.]