in the cover of the night
Since the last one was so popular, here's a brand-new open post for all of you to post characters, mingle, and tag each other!
Seriously, post whatever you want. Empty toplevels? Open starters? Starters closed to specific people? It's all good — just enjoy!
If you feel like you need a couple of prompts to get started, though, consider any one (or a combination) of the following:
FITS: EVERYONE. No matter who you are or where you are or what you're doing, your clothes have suddenly — poof! — transformed into the Gold Saucer bunny uniform! Because now EVERYONE can wear it... EVERYONE.
PLEASE USE THE AUTO-TRANSLATE FUNCTION. You have the sudden urge to shout a phrase from the auto-translate dictionary at the nearest person! This can be a whole phrase or any combination of phrases. What are you going to yell? "We're chewing the fat"? "I seem to have misplaced my keyboard"? "Miqo'te" "rear"?!
THE CURSED SWORD. A shifty merchant sold you a remarkably beautiful Far Eastern katana for an absolute pittance — with just one catch: now that it's been in your possession for a few bells, the sword keeps whispering in your mind, telling you to
kill... kill... find stronger prey... hunt... The katana cannot be destroyed or abandoned; it is impervious to assault and any attempt to leave it by the wayside will simply find it in your belongings once more. Will your character succumb to its mystical influence? Find a new owner for it? Try to exorcise the evil spirit lurking within?
As always, tag out and have fun!
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Piñara Conada; WoL and Shrewd Business Person
Kill... Rend... The voice echoes inside her head for the third time that morning. Ominous, compulsive, alluring.
Kill...
"Okay buddy. Enough's enough. You know I'm not a melee kind of gal." She says to it as she walks down the Sapphire avenue trading the rest of the rare herbs she'd plucked in Coerthas. "And besides, You went up against a primal not three bells ago."
The sword rests aginst her hip, beautiful and unused.
You could use me... train with me... become all-powerful. It suggests, the slithering voice snaking into her mind.
"Mmhmm. No. We're not going to do that. Can I offer you a bunch of Yanxian Parsley in these trying times?" She starts to tie her wares onto the sword.
A Lalafellin woman seems to be arguing with her sword....
Piñara's Betting House of Fun:
Come one! Come all to the Betting House!
Try your hand in some simple games of chance! Peruse the Triple Triad competitors, Mayhap come in for a hearty drink instead?
The Betting house is open to all!
The Betting House sits comfortably across two storefronts of Pearl Lane. The open shutters let the dry Ul'Dahn air to move in and out of the building, causing the colourful silk scarves to twist and flutter in the wind. A low murmur of an excited crowd can be heard from within, bouts of cheering and egging on peppered in between.
Will you enter?
Cursed Sword
The woman's incessant talking to nothing wasn't helping Atha's temper much and eventually she couldn't bottle herself any longer.
"The fuck are you talking to?!" She ground out at Pinya through gritted teeth.
Re: Cursed Sword
"Your Mother." Piñara replies, instantly and without looking up, still perusing the stall's wares.
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She snaps back into the present as Pinya moves to the next stall but that doesn't matter, all Atha can feel is the tightness in her chest and her throat which she washes away with a wave of some of the purest rage she has ever felt.
"What. The fuck. Did you say?!" A red aura starts to seep into existence around Atha, one that Pinya will be eminently familiar with from fighting along side Sami, as she reaches towards her axe hilt.
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"Certainly nothing to warrant that reaction, dear. Get yourself together, you're in public." She says nonchalantly.
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With a roar Atha swings the axe down towards Pinya...
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"Oh fo-" She dodges neatly out of the way, sidestepping the Axe as easily as breathing with that kind of telegraph. The axe goes swinging into the cobbled floor of the markets.
The guards have been alerted now, the Flames rushing over to the spot that this is taking place, but Pinya holds out her hand. Stay your ground she gestures to them, and they hesitate, watching and waiting for the outcome.
"Was that really necessary?" She asks this woman she doesn't even know, who is apparently down for fisticuffs in the middle of the street at any time.
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Luckily, although Atha showed remarkable skill with her axe, Pinya is twice as good as a Bard, and Sami and Rhok better with their axes. Not that that is going to stop Atha, she's going to keep swinging until someone is able to restrain her.
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"Okay, that's quite enough." She flicks a hand, calling the spirits of the earth to her side, asking them to hold fast and detain her. They chide her for aggravating this person in the first place.
She makes a sound of disbelief, but she tells them she won't... ignore them, necessarily. That seems to be enough, and they reach out, to clamp down on Athala's legs, gravity playing on her limbs as they slow. It's not a hold-all, more of a suggestion that from here on out that she stop fucking swinging.