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02-10 20:14

Rekka

13033

United States - USR

I don't procrastinate! It's called a tactical delay.

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Status: Complete/Closed
RP Leader: Rekka, Lelouch vi Britannia
Assistants: Thera, DancingPhoenix, Nova Night, Shatyr, Indigowhim

Type of FP: Semi-Open; it is mandatory that you read the Characters section below before entering.

Continued from: Necropolis

Setting: A mountainous, perpetually snowy zone on the northern edge of the Imperial Mainland, simply called the Howling Pass. It is a massive canyon, edged on either side by steep cliffs and named for the echoing sound the wind makes when it passes through. A large valley lies below and is home to a large, completely iced-over lake. On the eastern cliff lies the Imperial camp, and on the western side is the Rebel camp. Thick forests obscure both camps from aerial attacks, and the high winds also contribute to keeping most ponies grounded.

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Plot Outline: After the Dreadgod Aurokhi was unsealed from Necropolis, the skies changed from dismal grey to a brilliant assortment of reds, oranges, and yellows. The Empire could see the fiery sky even all the way from their capital in Avalon and after considerable deliberation, they have deployed the Royal Knights of Five and Seven to investigate.

Zero trained his warriors fiercely to prepare to meet the Imperials' elite forces head-on. The Royal Knights possess weapons that Zero desperately needs to unchain more of Aurokhi's power; despite the fact that Zero's forces are severely outmatched, he has chosen to meet them in the Howling Pass to do battle and retrieve the Scimitar and the Spear from the Knights.

If you are on this thread, then you are on Zero's side of the conflict; you will be fighting against some of the Empire's most powerful ponies, and failure is not an option. The eventual freedom of your people rests on your shoulders.

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Characters: This is the Rebel side of the roleplay. If you are playing an Imperial soldier or one of their foreign prisoners, you will need to begin on THIS side of the RP. The following types of ponies can be found here:

Rebel: Soldiers of Zero, fighting for their freedom against the Empire.
Foreigners: Ponies from the previous two RPs who are stranded on the Imperial Isles and have become part of Zero's forces. Newcomers cannot be these Foreigners; you must enter on the Imperial side.

To join this RP, you must visit the Imperial Isles website and go to the How to Join Page here. We do not use the normal SP system, magic or Azuyan forms, so be forewarned that you will be doing a bit of reading.

Note to players from the previous game: If you have not chosen a magic ability from the list on the site or written your own magic chart, your pony will be unable to use magic until you do. I rewrote your entry forms from the last RP and they can be copied and pasted here, but you will still need to update the magic: Click!

Note to new players or players with new characters: If you are filling out your profile (as directed on the site) and you come across anything marked as Requires Approval, you must PM your form to Rekka BEFORE posting here. However, if none of the things you've chosen require approval, you are free to post without approval. I still recommend that you PM me just in case, because there may be something else that needs correction or clarification.

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Rules: All Standard RP Rules apply. In addition, see this page for Imperial-Isles specific rules.

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Starting Point: You are in the Rebel camp on the western side of the canyon, awaiting further orders. The soldiers have been put on standby, told to remain armed and waiting, while some archers are acting as sentries, standing near the edge of the trees to keep an eye on the Imperials.

The Rebel camp is a series of small tents placed wherever space can be found between the thick pines of the forest. At the very center is Zero's tent, where the leader himself stays with his Serpent Knights and closest advisors. It is quite cold, with only the trees to break some of the pass' nearly constant winds and small campfires throughout the settlement to keep the soldiers from becoming furry popsicles.
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Previous RP players: Thanks to Shiverdam, mini icons have been provided that you may use in your character's posts if you would like. It is not necessary, but it is helpful for people scanning posts as it allows them to find your character faster.

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02-10 20:17

Lelouch vi Britannia

247

Japan - USR

Destruction always comes before creation. And for that goal, even my own conscience must be cast aside.

The Azuyan Project

[Optional background information post; feel free to skip, but it'll give you something to read while everything is set up. ]

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Ducky sloshed her way along one of the camp's paths, the snow already plowed through and melted by the various pony traffic in the Rebel camp. She paid little attention to the purple wisp bobbing merrily to her right, focusing instead on why, exactly, she had been called upon by his royal featheredness. No -big- incidents had happened... recently. Sure, maybe a couple -small- explosions had singed -some- ponies on the way up, after she had gotten overly excited and (accidentally!) set off a few of her own personal crackers. Or maybe this was about that one time. With that building and the kirin. Ever since that mishap, she'd seen neither hide nor hair of that particular Rebel in her vicinity (not like he had much hair left to be seen.)

A shadow brushed over her and her head lifted. Ah. Her hooves had obediently trotted her to the correct tent. Standing outside the closed flap, Ducky cleared her throat loudly. "Ducky, reportin'."

The sound of low voices within the tent ceased abruptly the moment Ducky spoke.

"You may enter," came Zero's voice. At his words, the tent flap rose and Ducky was greeted by a pair of smouldering red eyes. Perhaps slightly below her. Were it not for the fact that most of the Rebels knew exactly what Rekka could do, it would have almost been laughable that the tiny mare seemed to be the only one actively guarding Zero's door.

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Confirming that Ducky was indeed Ducky, Rekka shuffled to the side to give her plenty of room, only holding the flap up with her wingtips.

Ducky nodded to Rekka, passing around her to walk into the tent. The wisp followed, playfully brushing close by Rekka's beak . The Phoenix paid it little mind, simply narrowing her eyes and snorting softly.

At the center of the room stood a simple wooden table that looked like it had seen better days. A huge map occupied nearly the entire thing and makeshift markers of all shapes and sizes could be seen all over the map. Were those Chess pieces among them?

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The masked mystery himself stood hunched over the map. Zero extended the crook of his wing to push a piece to a different location before finally lifting his head to look at Ducky. His mask glinted in the nearby candlelight, but as usual betrayed nothing more and provided no clues as to why he'd summoned her.

"Your arrival is well timed," he said. "I will get to the point. I have an important mission for you. If we are to succeed against the Fifth and Seventh Knights, we will need to make use of your... particular talents."

Oh? A mission? The smallest of flickers flared around her hooves as her curiosity and excitement sparked. " 'peckfully Sir, I know mah singin' talent's bad baht I don' think it'd inju' 'em Knights as much as it seems tah inju' mah tent-mates," she said with a bit of mirth. "Baht if yah lookin' fahr some -bangboom-, well.... tha' be a diff'nt story."

Zero's head dipped almost imperceptibly as Ducky finished her statement. A small noise, something like an amused "hm!" emitted from him.

"That is exactly what I am looking for. There's no one more enthusiastic about explosives among our ranks, so that leaves me with you."

The dark Phoenix lifted a wing and motioned toward one of the many unoccupied cushions set around the map.

"As my soon-to-be official Demolitions expert," he said, "you've earned your seat at my table."

Ducky's eyes lit up and little fires flared briefly around her mane and hooves. She was going to be officially sanctioned to blow things up? With -support-? And SUPPLIES? She gave a brief snort of surprise and pleasure. "'m honoured, Sir," she said with a small head bow. She paused a moment before stepping over to the indicated cushion and sitting down.

Rekka remained by the door while Zero nodded in acknowledgement to Ducky and began to circle the table, keeping one wing extended partially over it. Slowly, his chess pieces began to move seemingly of their own accord into a new position; three of them drifted close to a marking on the map that indicated a location just outside the Rebel camp.

"I have already taken the liberty of installing a series of tunnels under the snow in the valley below our camp. They lead to strategic points along the opposite cliffside, where the enemy camp is stationed. I want you and two other ponies you deem suitable for the task to take a bundle of explosives and place one at the end of each tunnel. We will set off an explosive signal of our own. At this point, you must retreat to a safe distance and detonate the bombs you have set. The resulting avalanche will stir up enough trouble to give us the upper hoof, if only momentarily."

"Baht 'ow? A fuse tha' long would 'ave tah many ishues 'nd be a waste of good wire, bahsides."
"I have my ways. I'll allow Tsukuyomi to fill you in on those details, however," Zero replied cryptically. "I think you will enjoy them."

Most of them, he did not add.

At that very moment, one of the internal tent flaps behind Zero opened. With its opening came the pungent odor of... well, gods only knew what, and the ghastly green glow from the room beyond certainly didn't make it seem any better. It was not the scent of decay, at least, but it certainly made even the strongest teas pale by comparison.
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The "Witch Doctor" emerged from his den, his dark and tribal-marked hide backlit by the corrosive-looking green light. Tsukuyomi's perpetually sleepy eyes drifted to Ducky and the strange Phoenix smiled slowly.

"Ahh, yes, I be havin' much to discuss wit you, lil' fiyahfly," he practically crooned in his rich baritone. Feathers and bone jewelry rustled and he suddenly produced a handful of paper talismans with strange dark red symbols painted on them. "Dese be da key to our victory," he said, placing them on the table before Ducky.

Surrounded by the tang of firepowder, smoke, and soot all day, Ducky's nose barely wrinkled at the strange smell. Really, she had no room to talk when it came to strong smells. She gazed at the phoenix and then down at the paper before her. She looked back to the Doctor and tilted her head in curiosity. Meanwhile, the wisp twirled about the newcomer with its own bit of curiosity. 

Tsukuyomi's eyes opened only the tiniest fraction wider, but it did little to make him look more awake. He chuckled at the wisp circling him and flicked his ears so that the many little bone, feather and metal charms on his piercings would jingle in a manner that would be quite tantalizing to the curious spirit.

"Dese talismans, dey allow you to use your powahs from beyond, Fiyahfly."

He picked up two from the table and crossed the room to an unlit candle. Upon the candle, he placed one of the talismans precariously. The witch doctor then backed away and rolled the second talisman, stuffing it into one of the lamps on the table.

The very moment the second talisman was consumed by fire, the first one across the room burst into flame and the wick lit just like that.

"You see den, how dis be applied. One talisman on da bomb, and one wit you. Burn your talisman, and da fiyah be sent to da otha."

The wisp wavered bouncing back and forth in indecision before darting forward to brush against the Witch Doctor's head, between his ears and then circling to brush the ear piercings and then the necklaces. It giggled in delighted images, if Tsuki was "listening."

Ducky, on the other hoof, had stood in surprise as the candle lit.
She stared at the flickering flame and then let out a mulish laugh - full of bray and whinny. "Tha's... Tha's... HA!" Her own flames had lit, flickering in excitement as she turned to the Witch Doctor. " 'll take 'em. 'Em Knights won' know wha' hit 'em!" She laughed again, highly pleased with the talismans. 

If Tsukuyomi was at all bothered by the coldness associated with the wisp touching him, he didn't show it. He merely grinned a little more, very much amused at both the imagery he received and Ducky's enthusiasm.

"Dere is but one ting," he interjected. "Your talisman need da essence of your life. Only but a drop on each, dat will do da trick. It be needing da blood of dose otha two ponies you choose as well. Da blood magic got dat name fo' a reason!"

Ducky raised an eyebrow at the Doctor. "Does it tak' strength from th' donor? Or jus' blood drops?"

The wisp hummed against the tribal Doctor, trying to scoot under one of his wings. Absentmindedly, Yomi lifted a wing to allow the wisp to huddle under it, if it felt compelled to do so. The doctor slowly shook his head at Ducky's first question, shifting his multi-striped dreadlocks about.

"Da blood be a symbol, a pact wit da spirit world. Dey gib you passage if you show dem da propah respect. Da symbols be da language of da spirits, but da blood be your offering dat dey may listen."
The wisp immediately tucked itself under his wing, lighting up his feathers from underneath. It chortled and pressed cold against the crook of his wing, were the limb met his side.

Ducky nodded, satisfied, and returned to a seated position. "So," she said to the room at large "where dah we git started?"

At Ducky's question, Zero put himself back into the conversation again. He nodded to the table, where the trio of chess pieces were gathered around an X located just outside of camp. A blue line, starting at the camp and leading down the map of the cliff, weaves around a path carved in the mountainside and eventually ends at the X.

"After you find two others to help you set the explosives, you will need to to follow the path down the mountainside as discreetly as possible. Stay in the trees to avoid Imperial sentries, even if the snow is giving you plenty of cover, and get into the tunnels immediately. Send one pony to the end of each tunnel, place the charges, retreat to the mountainside path, and wait for our signal. Detonate the bombs when you hear our own."

The chess pieces representing Ducky and her followers moved while Zero spoke. He paused briefly to allow the words to sink in.


"You are permitted full access to our explosives supplies. The guard has already been instructed to let you and your assistants in. Take whatever you deem necessary to collapse the cliffside here," he continued, pointing at another series of Xs marked on the enemy's side of the cliffs. " I trust your judgment on that."
"An' dese," Tsukuyomi added, pushing the pile of talismans closer to Ducky. "Jus' a small pinprick of blood, dat be da token. Be makin' sure da otha two get a pair an' have a way to light dem aflame."
"Any questions?" Zero finished, waiting expectantly.

Ducky shook her head. "Seems well in 'oove." She paused. "Ah, one question. Wha' if tha' talas git wet?"

Tsukuyomi's expression turned from one of amusement to something much more grave at that question.

"Best be makin' sure dat does not happen. Dey be tough, but dey only be papah, paint, an' blood. Wetness alone is not enough, but dey can tear."

"An' if they tear? They'd bahcome useless or..?"

"Dey be useless, yes. I be careful wit da words, so dat da magic does not go back on you."

"'ll keep tha' in mind. Thank yah."

"Good. Now go an' be makin' us proud," Yomi said with yet another smile. Entirely too calm, considering the situation.

Zero gave a sharp nod. "If you have no further questions, then you are dismissed."

And with that, Ducky was indeed dismissed from the tent to attend to her mission.
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02-10 20:32

Rekka

13034

United States - USR

I don't procrastinate! It's called a tactical delay.

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Amaryllis

Allegiance: Zero

Physical Combat: Rank 1

Profession(s): Cook

Items: A whole tent full of food and other supplies. Most of it involves batter rather than any real herbs. She's not carrying anything of interest on her person, though, she travels light.

Bio: A boisterous middle-aged mare who serves as Zero's fry cook. Her meals aren't gourmet by any means (actually, you better not ask what they are...), but she fries most of her food deeply enough in batter that almost anything tastes passable. She is known among the Rebels to have quite a temper and takes offense to her cooking skills being questioned by anyone but Zero. Surprisingly accurate at a distance when throwing ladles at ponies' skulls.

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It was nearly impossible to miss Amaryllis just on the basis of sight alone; among all the white and brown of the snow and mud, she stuck out like a sore thumb. And if that weren't enough, her voice carried well enough that more than one of Zero's soldiers had to urge her to be quieter so as not to give away their position to the enemy.

"Come an' get yo' dumplin' soup!" she called out over the rebel camp, pulling a cart laden with bowls of hot broth and dumplings behind her. The slightly rotund mare was beginning to sweat from the effort of pulling the cart even in the biting cold. "Ain't got no rats in it today! Gonna warm you up real good!"

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02-10 20:55

Dinas Emrys

492

United Kingdom - USR

Sub of Magic92.

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Dinas Emrys
Allegiance: Shaevos/Mother
Magic: Rank 3; Inner Fire (purple)
Physical Combat: Rank 1
Familiars: Sililos; a compy, possesed by a red wisp. Excalibur; an orange dreadserpant.
Profession: Scribe
Items: All those in the image. Notebook and quill. Kusarigama; a sickle and chain weapon.
Bio: Just like his mother. Try not to point out how much he looks like a girl.



Emrys chewed on the end of his quill as he looked over his notes again. Several of them had had to be rewritten because he had been in such a rush to write them down. But there had been giant snake skeletons at the time, so it was perfectly acceptable. He was fascinated by this island and had written to his mother a few long-winded letters about his adventures. He just wished he knew some more.

He sighed. Ah well, good things come to those who wait. Unfortunatly, it didn't seem to apply to the food, he grumbled inwardly as Amarylis announced she had food. Still, it beat starving. Just.

He picked himself up and stowed his notebook and quill away in the pocket in his cloak. Sililos, who had been sat quietly on his back the entire time, didn't move from his spot. The wisp that had taken over him seemed to be a lot less energetic. Not entirely a bad thing, admittedly.

He made his way over to the large dragoness, in the hope he might get something decent to eat before it all went.
Character account of Dinas Emrys
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02-10 21:21

Rekka

13036

United States - USR

I don't procrastinate! It's called a tactical delay.

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((Rekka derped, don't mind me. ))

02-10 21:24

Magic92

19719

United Kingdom - USR

1st @ 16:00.

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Aharon
Allegiance: Zero
Physical Combat: Rank 1
Magic: Rank 2; Meteor
Profession: Dancer/Performer
Items: Those in the picture and a silky fan.
Familiars: A purple wisp with a thing for dancing. Akihiko; a purple dreadserpent.
Bio: Aharon is just a performer who's managed to get himself caught up in everything. Not much of a fighter, nor very strong, but he has his uses. Mostly entertainment, and lighting the stove. He has a habit of getting lost easily.



"One and two and three and four..."

Aharon felt good to be dancing, despite their situation. Dancing helped him clear his head and calm him down. It also let him control giant skeleton snakes too, he recently found. He hadn't been able to do it again since, maybe it was one of those things you could only do when threatened or needing to change your metaphorical underwear.

He stopped his dancing and the purple wisp that had been joining in stopped too. He looked toward Amaryllis announced food. He'd never tell her that out loud, of course, but it was getting better. Either that or he was just getting used to it.

So he trotted over to get something to eat.
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02-10 21:25

Uraeus

1282

United States - USR

The only thing that makes sense in a sensless world is nonsense.

The Azuyan Project

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Name: Art of War (Art)

Allegiance: Zero

Physical Combat: Rank 3

Profession(s): Artist / Gladiator

Items: A red feather

Bio: Art remembers little of her life before being sentenced to the gladiator rings. An unfortunate fate for such a gifted little filly, but now, once engaged in battle, she's a ruthless, cold blooded killer. Though she does suffer from hallucinations, after the loss of her horn, the mare does still, on occasion, display a profound knowledge and skill for crafts.

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Art huddled beside one of the camps smaller fires, its flickering light reflecting oddly off her brindled scales. She said nothing, only starred into the blaze, lost in her thoughts. Occasionally her pale gaunt frame was seized by a shiver or two, but otherwise she didn't stir.

That is until a rather loud pony broke through her contemplations. Art's ear only twitched and it took the pale mare another moment to process the pony's words. Blinking empty red eyes, she swung her head around to see a bright green and blue dragoness (Amaryllis). As if the sight of the food cart suddenly reminded it, Art's stomach let out a muted gurgle. Well she had to admit, being fed, was much better than scrounging around for scraps.

Pushing herself up, a little ungainly due to the shape of her dagger sharpened hooves, Art stood, arching her back with a stretch. Giving herself a brisk shake, she noticed as another pony (Emyrs) approached the dragoness. Well, at least now she was sure she wasn't hearing things. With a soft snort she moved off with a light ambling sort of gait towards the other ponies...and food.
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02-10 21:40

Rekka

13038

United States - USR

I don't procrastinate! It's called a tactical delay.

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Amaryllis smiled warmly as the first guinea pi-- er, hungry ponies began to approach. When Emrys was close enough, she gave him a critical once-over and "mmm-mmm'ed" her disapproval of something.

"Oh my word," she said. "You could use an extra helpin', honey! Just don't go tellin' the whole rest of the camp, you hear?"

She paused as Art and Aharon also approached and looked just as concerned for them as for Emrys.

"You two take some extra too! Good gravy. Gonna have to talk ta Zero 'bout these rations. Ain't gonna be doin' much winnin' without some meat on those bones! Just cause he don't eat much, don't mean you gotta be the same..."

The dragoness stepped away from the cart to begin passing out the bowls, pouring a double helping into each. And into Art's, she added a little packet of some kind of herb ("An' a little extra somethin' for you, sweetie"). An anti-psychotic of sorts, actually, although to anyone else it probably looked like normal seasoning. Art wasn't the only soldier with some emotional baggage; the relaxing herb helped many ponies focus and wouldn't harm anyone.

02-10 21:43

Cosmic Castaway

3148

United Kingdom - USR

I'm baaaack.....!

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Benjamin Young
Alliance: LSPP
Element: Fire, Rank 2
Physical Combat: Rank 1
Items: All in the piccy, diamond serpent brooch
Familiar: Risen Serpent
Brief Bio: After a terrible misunderstanding back on his native homeland of Sweet Summer, Benjamin fled full of guilt to find his place else where in Azuyan his heart practically broken. He's usually gregarious, fun-loving and confident and always helpful and kind. He's something of a balletic air dancer and loves to read absolutely anything!

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Benji wasn't fond of the cold but he could tolerate it. The slushy snow that chilled his hooves with every step reminded him of the climate and the situation that he had gotten himself into. There were some stories to tell from what he'd experienced thus far but sadly no one to really share them with. Anyway, Zachary was the real storyteller. A lump rose to his throat as he recalled his best friend wondering if the stocky dragon missed him at all. After what he had done though? Urgh! 'He probably hates me,' the young phoenix stallion sniffed to himself forlornly. "He'd love to see all this," Benji murmured to himself, chin resting on his forelegs.

Only Amaryllis's boisterous tone shook him from his maudlin state and with rumble of his stomach he realised how hungry he was. The slender stallion hefted himself to his red sparkle shod hooves and sloshed his way over. He noted Emrys making his way in her direction too and gave the slight earthie stallion a polite nod. Reaching the brightly hued mare Benji's light demeanor returned. "I'll try a bowl of that soup!" he beamed, anything to take his mind off what lay ahead of them.

((EDIT for spelling mistake :smile ))
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02-10 22:03

Shiverdam

6001

Canada - USR

Art is magic is art. I am the SHIVER GOD.

Very Boring Grownups The Writer's Guild The Azuyan Project The Pet Association

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Hourglass
Magic: Rank 3 Electricity
Physical Combat: Rank 2
Items: All shown above, iron broadsword; various trinkets and bangles that she lifted herself from a handful of royals and richies. What? Someone's gotta regulate their shiny income.
Familiar: Aurum, a golden Dreadserpent.
Bio: Hourglass was the pride and joy of her father, a scraggly seagoer and deckhand. Nay, he wasn't a captain, but Hourglass brags about him as if he was one. She's been on ships practically her whole life. So much, in fact, that being on land for a prolonged amount of time makes her "seasick." She is sometimes hard to understand, what with her sharp-ended pirate tongue.

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Hourglass absently admired her new leather gauntlets that one of her daughters had sent her. They may not be shiny, but in a place like this, you couldn't worry about how much light was reflected off of your clothing. They looked cooler, anyhow.

At the announcement of food, Hourglass' focus took only a moment to recover. Since the Dreadserpent incident, her mane had grown back rather quickly. But even giant undead snakes couldn't remedy her sealegs. As she started towards the cart, she stumbled drunkenly before briefly regaining composure, "S'too stable 'round here." She mumbled, tilting her head to the side in a strange attempt to recover. With a weird limp, she gathered with all the other ponies, hair beads lightly mingling about quietly as she moved.
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02-10 22:13

Cosmic Castaway

3149

United Kingdom - USR

I'm baaaack.....!

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Rose Blood
Allegiance: Zero
Magic: Rank 3 Earth;Overgrowth. Encourage the growth of plants, especially roses.
Physical Combat: Rank 2
Profession(s): Herbologist / Alchemist
Items: Beaded serpent charm bracelet, all in her pic minus the korr plushie
Familiar: Risen Serpent
Bio: Rose blood was born to parents trying to gain higher standing amongst the Imperials. Her mother was a pegasus and her father was a unicorn. It was to be said that her birth was a great dissapointment and she was soon pushed to the side when her sister was born. They had dreams of aspiring to a government possition. Bitter at her parents at trying to make her one of them, Rose joined Zero's forces to do whatever she can to stop this madness. However Rose harbours a terrible secret.

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Rose Blood had been admiring Aharon's dance steps, trying not to think about what was to come when Amaryliss shouted in no uncertain words that 'the soup was up!' as it were. Well, she might as well eat something, not that she had much of an appetite at that moment in time. Her stomach was actually tying itself into great tightening knots and she very much doubted the dragoness's cooking was going to ease her nerves any but she thought with a sigh, she might as well try.

She trotted after her wishie friend and managed a half smile to the colourful mare. "I think I might be able to get something down me, my nerves are not at their best at the moment," she added lifting a blue hoof which trembled slightly.


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02-10 22:16

Dinas Emrys

493

United Kingdom - USR

Sub of Magic92.

The Azuyan Project

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Emrys had no chance to insist that he was quite alright with a normal serving and, in fact, could go with even less so that those that really needed it could be better norished, but the dragon mare had already dished out his meal and passed it to him. "Um, quite," he mumbled, "Thank you," he added, remembering his manners.

He quickly moved himself out of the way of the other ponies so that he wouldn't be squashed. He had managed to develop his meditating technique to ignore the, ah, unique recipies of Ms. Amaryllis, but he wasn't sure it would work for a double helping.
Character account of Dinas Emrys
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02-10 22:48

Raptorix

468

United States - USR

And her tongue is as sharp as the blade she wields.

The Azuyan Project

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Raptorix
Magic:
Electric Whip - Rank 3
Physical Combat: Rank 4
Items: A full suit of armor, a serpent mask that allows her to understand the ancient speech of Necropolis' people
Familiar: Risen Serpent, goes by the name of Zephyr.
Bio: A serious, often sarcastic phoenix mare with a straightforward way of speaking. Her bad attitude has calmed a bit since the big battle, but she still won't hesitate to reprimand you if you're doing something wrong. Half-blind, can't see out of her left eye. Currently traveling with Star Diamond.
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Huddled near the base of one of the camp's many fires, Raptorix slumbered.
A slight snore emitted from the phoenix's throat, and only Amaryllis's cry awoke her from her peaceful rest.

Opening her good eye, Raptorix sighed, standing and stretching her stiff limbs. She hated the dragon's cooking as much as she hated this weather, but at least it filled her stomach.

The phoenix, after a moment's hesitation, approached the dragon slowly. "I'd like a bowl, please-" Her speech halted as something rather clammy and rough climbed her hind leg, and seconds later a Risen Serpent's head popped into view.
"Zephyr!" Raptorix hissed, scolding the snake in an undertone, "Don't sneak up on me like that again, or I'll tell the cook to use you in her soup."

The snake slithered away.


02-10 22:57

Uraeus

1284

United States - USR

The only thing that makes sense in a sensless world is nonsense.

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Art accepted the food with a doubtful air. Sweetie? It was going to take her along time to get used to that term. Though she understood it was probably just the dragoness' signature term, she still didn't see how she'd ever fit that label. Then Amaryllis added a little something else to her bowl. That was when the kirin mare noticed the approach of other ponies.

"Thanks." She added, politely before shuffling aside, her voice seemingly empty.

Art found an old tree stump, a little short, but it'll do. She set her bowl down carefully giving the soup a tentative sniff. It wasn't that she didn't trust the mare's cooking, but more like, old habits are hard to break. Satisfied, she settled into her meal. By many other standards, the food was probably not so good, but for Art, who could quite possible eat anything with her iron forged stomach, it was rather good, surprisingly. Though whether or not the extra herbs aided in it's taste, she couldn't tell.
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02-10 23:01

~Akira~

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United States - USR

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Akira
Alliance: Zero
Magic: Metal Mastery
Physical Combat: Rank 5 (Correct me if I'm wrong on that, Rekka?)
Familiar: Dreadserpent called Serpentor (Yes, I'm a nerd. No, the Dreadserpent's not happy about it.)
Profession: Gladiator
Items: Half-set of armor, shades, necessary travel items, ego.
Bio: One of Zero's personal guards, Akira is a self-proclaimed mares' stallion. Rarely seen in full uniform, leading to a rather unusual tan line, Akira's self-confidence is second only to his skill in battle. Whatever lies concealed in his past, be in tragic or not, he's completely dedicated to Zero.

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Though muffled, raised voices could be heard from the command tent. Moments later, a golden phoenix stepped through the tent flaps, speaking back over his shoulder.

"I don't know why you're being so testy, Angelwings. It was only a suggestion. And it really is the best way to stay warm."

Fluffing his feathers, Akira turned his head to look over the rest of the camp. Lunch was apparently ready. Whether or not it was edible was still up to debate. The golden phoenix, still sporting his typical half-armor and stylish shades, strolled over, nodding and winking at mares as he passed. "Afternoon, Amaryllis. What's on the menu?" He eyed the soup. "Rat soup again?"

02-10 23:03

Rekka

13039

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I don't procrastinate! It's called a tactical delay.

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"Yo' welcome," Amaryllis replied to Emrys. "Yo momma taught you right, you got some good manners."

Benji's enthusiasm made Amaryllis puff out her chest a little and smile.

"Now that's the spirit! You look like a stal wit good taste," she said fondly, adding an extra dumpling to the soup before handing it over and attempting to use the other winghand to ruffle Benji's mane. "You take care now, cause I'm gonna have some words wit those Imperials if they put a single mark on that cute face o' yours."

Rose Blood and Hourglass didn't seem to be looking so good though.

"Whassa matter, girl, you eat one o' them bad shrooms?" the Dragoness questioned Hourglass. "You gotta keep away from Yomi's stuff, I tell ya, it is nasty!"

Rose Blood's shakiness, she also paid close attention to.

"I have just the thing for that!" she said, reaching for another packet of relaxing herbs to put in Rose Blood's soup. "It'll take th' edge off. Clear yo mind and all that stuff."

The mare raised a brow as Raptorix approached, began to request some food, then was interrupted. By her skeletal little snake, no less.

"Sneaky, ain't they?" she commented, reaching for another bowl to pass Raptorix. "Least they ain't gettin' into our food supply like those damn rats and can't leave lil' presents all over th' floor."

Akira's approach made Amaryllis' brow furrow a little. She was onto him. Not that his advances on most mares weren't incredibly obvious...

"Mm-mm, not today!" she said cheerfully anyway. "Ain't many of the little pests around here. Lots of rabbits and squirrels though."

02-10 23:09

Synzaphine

8979

United Kingdom - USR

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Maha Kali

Allegiance: Shadowlord
Physical Combat: Rank 1
Magic: Rank 1 Shadow - Phase Manipulation;[Ability to shift her own phase, shimmering into an intangible form.]
Profession(s): Rogue - Magician
Items: Aside from a small black saddlebag, Kali has a silver, thick chained necklace with an amethyst lock cut into a heart shape, and a tattered, dark purple and black cloak.
Bio: Kali hails from Shadow Isles, and everything else remains a secret. She's a young filly, barely a yearling, even petite for a yearling. She's what you'd call "pocketsized".
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"Come an' get yo' dumplin' soup!"

"Yeeaaaah no," amethyst eyes rolled in their sockets, in a sarcastic manner. The bundle of onyx feathers nestled ontop of a solid rock, whilst the young yearling watched the snow flakes, poking at the coat of snow with a black hoof. The feathered tufts of her hoof caressed the snow, and it reminded Kali of something melodramatic, but the filly couldn't remember properly, aside from the fact that it was a sad memory. Had she lived enough to anything sad? She recalled not.

Aside from being immensely bored.

She had been bossed about quite a lot, she let her thoughts drift about like ping pong balls inside her mind, as she chewed lazily on one single, white feather. The feather was brown tipped. A warm, coffee bean shade of brown, and as Kali's eyes fixated upon the brown top of the feather, crossing her eyes a little bit, she smiled slightly. The warmth of the color made her feel warmer in this awful, snow covered cliff. The trees here and there didn't make her fuzzy like the tip of the small feather.

She let out a little sigh, curled into a little black ball of feathers and her tattered, black and purple cloak. She hid the necklace behind her folded front legs and long feathered tail. Unsure of what she was supposed to be doing, her long, amethyst colored eyelashed fluttered, then her eyelids drooped halfway, somewhat napping with her eyes half open.

One thing was sure though. She was so bored.

02-10 23:17

Magic92

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Aharon accepted his food with his usual manner, it was wise to; Amaryllis was bigger than he was and her ladels were strangely accurate.

He watced Rose Blood carefully. He could understand how she was feeling, he was feeling that way too, but he would rather keep his hopes up than live in anxiety. He went to give his unicorn friend a supportive nudge and smiled at her in an atempt to make her feel better.
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02-10 23:26

Shiverdam

6002

Canada - USR

Art is magic is art. I am the SHIVER GOD.

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"Whassa matter, girl, you eat one o' them bad shrooms?"

Hourglass shook her head at Amaryllis, "Ach, no, I-"

"You gotta keep away from Yomi's stuff, I tell ya, it is nasty!"

The pirate pony let out a short chuckle, "I don' doubt tha', bu' 'tis not wha's th' problem," She looked down warily at her legs, "More use t' th' ways of th' sea, I am. Me legs gone 'n' got too friendly wit' th' waters."
Raptorix's approach slightly startled Hourglass, no more than the snake attached to the phoenixpony did, however. "Yee! Slippry lil' beast... Might bit smaller than me own." She cocked her head at the bony snake, when Akira strode past and winked oddly at her and the other females in the vicinity. Hourglass rolled her eyes and snorted dissmissively.
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02-11 00:06

Rekka

13041

United States - USR

I don't procrastinate! It's called a tactical delay.

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Dietrich

Allegiance: Neutral

Magic: Rank 3 Spiritsight; he can see into the world of spirits. Spirits are color-coded by their alignment and are reflected in his right eye, which is normally covered by a bandanna that seals his powers.

Physical Combat: Rank 1

Bio: Dietrich wanders the world looking for meaning in life. Unfortunately, it has a tendency to put him in less than savory situations. He's very shy and stammers constantly, especially around mares, and does not enjoy talking about his past.

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Huddled by a too-small campfire and wrapped in a bundle of animal furs that barely covered him, Dietrich tried to absorb as much warmth as he could while trying to keep the mission as far from his mind as possible. The call for food made him sigh heavily. Oh well, maybe moving would help...

But then a little form in the distance drew his attention. Now there was a face he hadn't seen for a while! The giant heaved himself to his hooves and ambled in Kali's direction, wading through the snow awkwardly.

"H..hey! A-are you o-ok?" he asked, craning his neck to get a better look at the rather still little Phoenix.

02-11 00:20

Cosmic Castaway

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United Kingdom - USR

I'm baaaack.....!

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Benjamin beamed up at Amaryllis as she added an extra dumpling to his bowl and giggled inspite of himself when the big mare ruffled his corkscrew curls. "I'm sure they wouldn't dare Amaryllis! And if they do I'll be sure to let them know that you'll be coming for them!" With a big grin the dainty stallion thanked the big mare and trotted off to find a good place to eat.

It was only when Benji had plonked himself down and taken his first mouthful when he took a thoughtful look around. Where had his big friend got too? He fluffed up his feathers against the cold and raised his bright wings a bit higher using them as a cloak. It gave him a little bit of security and was unaware of the bored little phoenix mare (Kali) not too far away from him.


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"Thank you Amaryllis," Rose said gratefully as the dragoness added some extra herbs to her soup. "I'll deffinately will be needing that, I really appreciate it," she smiled warmly before stepping aside to let others get their food.

Rose settled down once more and took a few mouthfuls willing the herbs to do their work as swiftly as they could. She took deep steadying breaths and shut her eyes for a few moments. The mare finally openned her eyes and raised her hoof again. It still looked as if she was shivering from the cold! "Damn it!" she hissed under her breath. "Come on girl, just give it time to take effect, you're being too impatient," she took another mouthful of soup and felt an encouraging nudge to her side.

She looked over and smiled. "Hello Aharon," Rose sighed. "I wish I could feel as hopeful as you," she murmured. "How do you do it?"
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02-11 00:23

Synzaphine

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"H..hey! A-are you o-ok?"

The feathered ears of the young one alerted up as her eyes snapped open. She knew that voice! She hadn't heard any voices as she snooped about and it was a dramatic piece of a special kind of hell she had until she managed to get here, but now everything was suddenly brighter! Her head rose up instantly as Kali tried to locate the source of the voice, a wide, pearly smile appearing on her dark face. She inhaled deeply, deep enough to puff her little black chest like a tiny balloon, then let it loose like a teapot letting out steam.

"DIETRIIIICCCHH!!!"

She cared very little about anybody else who thought that squeaking, high pitched yell of joy was annoying.

The small youngster bounced up to her hooves and sprung forth, toppling into the snow head first. The snow pile she had dropped was deep enough for her entire upper half to be devoured by the snow, with only the tips of her amethyst wings , rump, long feathered tail and wriggling back legs sticking out from the snow. "Mphmphhhmmrrrr.." She struggled to pull herself out of the snow, but no avail. This was a sad, sad picture.

A little help here?

02-11 00:31

Magic92

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"Well, I am a little nervous, admitedly," said Aharon, taking a seat next to Rose Blood, his wisp friend bobbing around him happily, "But things just seem a bit better when you're happier, helps with everything. Even Amaryllis' food." He looked at his soup, and frowned. "A little bit. Besides," he continued, "I've felt worse than this before."
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02-11 00:54

Uraeus

1287

United States - USR

The only thing that makes sense in a sensless world is nonsense.

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Having finished her meal, Art moved off, to actually investigate the camp. Those herbs gave her a little bit more confidence in her senses and she felt she should get to know at least some of her allies. Making her way back to the little crowd, she noticed a striped unicorn mare (Hourglass), seeming to move a bit more unsteady than herself, though this mare's hooves appeared normal.

Drawing closer, Art caught the mare's unique accent laden explanation. Tilting her head curiously, she warily approached the unicorn. The word sea rekindled a vision in the kirin's mind of a black washed storm battered blue painting, broken here and there with patches of pearl white foam rearing above faded dark green waters. Art blinked, perhaps the herbs hadn't taken full effect yet, though this event drove her closer to the mare.

"What's it like?" She questioned sofly, "The sea?", she clarified.
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02-11 00:55

Cosmic Castaway

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United Kingdom - USR

I'm baaaack.....!

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Benjamin clear jumped straight out of his feathers when the high pitched squeal of Dietrich's name screamed through his big ears. "Whoa!" the little stallion fell sideways in his own shock (save he'd already finished his soup and extra helping of dumpling, dult avoiding spilling it down himself. "What in the name of Am'Hatai?!" he exclaimed, righting himself and shaking the snow from his ears and shivering.

It was only then that he finally registered Dietrich's name and whipped his head around as Kali dissapeared into a snowdrift.

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"Well, it would be unwise not to be," Rose offered as Aharon admitted being a little nervous. "I wish I could be happier Aharon, I'm finding it increasingly difficult to put a smile on my face." She glanced at the purple whisp and gave a soft laugh. "You have such a brighter nature than me Aharon," she confessed and then looked back at Amaryllis's soup.

"I've felt worse than this before."

Rose Blood let out a long drawn out sigh and her features grew suddenly sad as a horrible memory came back to her briefly. "You know what Aharon, as strange as it sounds, so have I," and she rested her chin on her hooves.

((That's me out for the night I'm afraid, gottah snooze! zzzzzz))
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02-11 01:06

Kitty Kinneas

4460

Australia - USR

"It says Kitty Kinneas, but I am Lance. Worship me."

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Capricorn
Magic: None [while in normal form]
Physical Combat: Rank 1
Special: Vessel of Aurokhi (Fire Aspect); once per RP, Capricorn can call upon the powers of the Dreadgod Aurokhi and use them as his own, placing him on even footing with Knights in terms of combat prowess.
Dreadgod Aurokhi
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Familiar: Rat...the rat.
Items: Leather armor (Necropolis), katana, dagger.
Bio: Capricorn is a handsome stallion with a long mane that he wears in a braid which reaches to about knee-level. His antlers are decorated with golden filligree etched into them. On his home island, he is fawned over a lot, and can get just about anything he wants, being not only handsome, but in possession of a large fortune he earned from a deceased Aunt. He is concerned with how he looks more than how he acts.

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Capricorn huddled near a fire quietly going to pieces for the fourty-four-thousandth time. His hoofpolish was ruined by all the snow and he was sure there was some sort of fungal rot insidiously working its way into his front left hoof from the wet, because it tingled oddly. (In fact it was just particularly cold, due to being the furthest away from the fire, but he was so melodramatic, he couldn't work that out.)

He wasn't built for the snow.

Ironically, of course, he was built for the snow, because that was where Reindeer originated, but he himself had only ever gone out in it for a snowball fight now and then, followed up by a hot fire indoors and a mug of hot chocolate (expensive hot chocolate). He doubted there would be any hot chocolate forthcoming around here.

There was a Dragonmare extolling the virtues of her soup, but to varying degrees of response by those who tried it, so he was a little unsure. However... there was no doubting it would be warm, and so eventually, he dragged himself to his hooves and trotted over.

Rat stuck his head out of Capricorn's mane, where he had been huddled, nose twitching at the smell of the soup.

((ETA: No mini icon for Caps? He is righteously indignant at this obvious slight. :wink J/K of course.

02-11 01:22

Magic92

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"I don't find it strange at all," said Aharon, starting on his soup. "There's probably lots of us that are the same, that's why we're all here, right?" He ignored the lumpy bit he found in his soup. "But, I trust Mr. Zero, he hasn't let us down yet and he knows what he's doing, so I guess that's why I don't as nervous."

((And now, I must sleep. Goodnight))
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02-11 02:24

Rekka

13045

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I don't procrastinate! It's called a tactical delay.

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Dietrich didn't expect such an enthusiastic greeting. But then, he'd be the first to admit that he didn't understand a darn thing about mares, much less fillies. When Kali plunged headfirst into the snow, he stood flabbergasted for a second and immediately flailed his own wings in a minor panic as he tried to decide what to do. Should he touch her? Well, she certainly wasn't getting herself out, so...

Carefully, as though reaching for a piece of fine china, Dietrich extended his front hooves to pull the little Nixie out of her snowy prison.

"Ah! T-there you g-go," he said, smiling sheepishly and trying to brush some snow off her face with his wingtips. "Th..that was q-quite an impressive l-leap."

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Hourglass' response gave Amaryllis pause.

"I ain't never heard of that before, but I guess there's a first time for everything," she said. "You'll get used to it, honeybunch. Just don't be gettin' land-sick in my kitchen, ya hear?"

The Dragon mare was quickly distracted not by Capricorn, but rather more by Rat. She frowned at the rodent and curled the fingers of her wing-hands, propping them against her sides the way a human would indignantly put their hands on their hips.

"Well, if it iddint His Majesty himself and his fleabag friend," she said, teasing the vain reindeer. "I thought you was too good for the likes of my cookin'."

(( Oh, I bet I can come up with an icon for Caps.

But yeah, the icons were mostly only done for ponies who had normal images, or a finished edit to use. :XD ))

02-11 02:34

Kitty Kinneas

4462

Australia - USR

"It says Kitty Kinneas, but I am Lance. Worship me."

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Well. He was.

Too good for her cooking that is. However, as there was nothing else on offer, he had to bite back the words and smile politely instead. Well, he was trying to. It kind of looked like a grimace, and it ended with a chattering of teeth as a breeze wove around one of the trees and tickled his underbelly fur.

Rat clambered down Capricorn's braid, which got him almost to the ground, and he dropped the rest of the way, running across the snow to climb Amaryllis' leg if she would let him. He would have told her it wasn't nice to call Capricorn a fleabag, but that he appreciated being called His Majesty nonetheless, if could talk. As it was he could only look longingly at her soup from the perch on her shoulder he was aiming at, trying to convey the belief that he, for one, was not too good for her cooking.

"Rat!" Capricorn snapped, but of course the beastie ignored him, having a mind of its own, small though it might be. (There were some rebels who actually thought Rat had the larger mind of the pair.) The Reindeer cleared his throat. "Anyway," he said. "Of course I don't think that. I should gladly have a bowl of your soup."

It was that or starve. And he was too selfish to die.

((ETA: :XD Capricorn says the word "Idjit" doesn't count as an icon. :wink

02-11 02:47

Nova Night

9214

United States - USR

Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.

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((OOC: You didn't see anything from here, I didn't post from the wrong account at all....))
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