~Oblivion~ {A Fantasy RP}

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HoodedHuntress said:
Xyla shook her head, curiosity burrowing into her mind once again. What was that box thing, she wondered? She began searching for it, looking under the bed first, before asking on her hands and knees "What was in that box? It was glowing." When she determined it was not to be found under the bed, she looked around the room for it instead.
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(Sorry. School has taken over my life.:hmm )

"It, I- er..." He stammered, rooting around in his backpack. After exactly three second of 'um' he gave up and dumped the contents onto the floor. "It was my mother's. She gave it to me. It's... nothing important, just-" Then, as he shoved aside a lock-picking took, several tiny feathers, and a snakeskin, he upended a box. The box. Apparently he had forgotten to lock the lid back, and the shard clattered out.
 
Fanci Feathers Marans said:
(Sorry. School has taken over my life.:hmm )

"It, I- er..." He stammered, rooting around in his backpack. After exactly three second of 'um' he gave up and dumped the contents onto the floor. "It was my mother's. She gave it to me. It's... nothing important, just-" Then, as he shoved aside a lock-picking took, several tiny feathers, and a snakeskin, he upended a box. The box. Apparently he had forgotten to lock the lid back, and the shard clattered out.
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(np. I've had it relatively lght recently. Not complaining.)
Xyla looked at it with widened eyes. That wasn't any mineral. That was part of the crystal that gave them all of their powers. That allowed her to speak with the birds. That allowed him to save her with the vines. The power that allowed for them to survive. Defend themselves. She didn't want to be nosy, she found nosy people quite annoying, so instead, she attended to her dress, straightening out any mild wrinkles in it. She should probably change into something else. Since they were going on a training mission. Luckily, she kept her other clothes in the cloak's pouch. She went to the bathroom to change, coming out in the jaguar skin bra and skirt, letting the cloak fall around her once again.
 
HoodedHuntress said:
(np. I've had it relatively lght recently. Not complaining.)
Xyla looked at it with widened eyes. That wasn't any mineral. That was part of the crystal that gave them all of their powers. That allowed her to speak with the birds. That allowed him to save her with the vines. The power that allowed for them to survive. Defend themselves. She didn't want to be nosy, she found nosy people quite annoying, so instead, she attended to her dress, straightening out any mild wrinkles in it. She should probably change into something else. Since they were going on a training mission. Luckily, she kept her other clothes in the cloak's pouch. She went to the bathroom to change, coming out in the jaguar skin bra and skirt, letting the cloak fall around her once again.
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(hahaha- sees this dude with a sacred relic hidden in his backpack. Immediately goes and changes into war-pajamas.)
Neo blinked, then blinked again. Had she really just seen this and... walked away? Akala would have been all over him from now until next Yule about it. Yet she just ignored it like it was nothing? He quickly closed the box and locked it back, then strapped it to his belt. "Hey, um... can I speak to you for a minute?" he called through the door.
 
Fanci Feathers Marans said:
(hahaha- sees this dude with a sacred relic hidden in his backpack. Immediately goes and changes into war-pajamas.)
Neo blinked, then blinked again. Had she really just seen this and... walked away? Akala would have been all over him from now until next Yule about it. Yet she just ignored it like it was nothing? He quickly closed the box and locked it back, then strapped it to his belt. "Hey, um... can I speak to you for a minute?" he called through the door.
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Xyla nodded meekly as she exited the bathroom, waiting attentively for him to ask her the question. Her mind was a storm right now. He was a prince. Royalty, holding a shard of the crystal which made her who she was. And here she was, just the reject of two people who never had wanted her in the first place. He was adorned with bright colors of a tropical bird, hers a murky brown. She wasn't fit for him.
 
He swallowed hard. The scratch was exposed now, at least the bandages covering them. Would she be able to make the flight? And would Flounder and whats-his-face allow it? He pushed the thought aside. If she wanted to go with him, come hail or high water, she was going to go. But would it be best for her? "It's just that," he rubbed the back of his neck, glancing away. "You don't hardly know me, and you're going cross country. I mean- I could be stark-raving mad. I could be a serial killer. I already told you I'm a screw up- I- I, ugh" then he looked her in the eyes. Dark ambers so innocent, yet... bold. He'd never had someone hold his direct gaze the way she did. He lowered his voice, giving it a gravelly sort of undertone, "I guess what I'm trying to say is... why? The paint, the- the- the kiss, the coming to dinner. You could have your pick of a thousand men. Me? Every girl here knows who I am and still doesn't want me."
 
Fanci Feathers Marans said:
He swallowed hard. The scratch was exposed now, at least the bandages covering them. Would she be able to make the flight? And would Flounder and whats-his-face allow it? He pushed the thought aside. If she wanted to go with him, come hail or high water, she was going to go. But would it be best for her? "It's just that," he rubbed the back of his neck, glancing away. "You don't hardly know me, and you're going cross country. I mean- I could be stark-raving mad. I could be a serial killer. I already told you I'm a screw up- I- I, ugh" then he looked her in the eyes. Dark ambers so innocent, yet... bold. He'd never had someone hold his direct gaze the way she did. He lowered his voice, giving it a gravelly sort of undertone, "I guess what I'm trying to say is... why? The paint, the- the- the kiss, the coming to dinner. You could have your pick of a thousand men. Me? Every girl here knows who I am and still doesn't want me."
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Xyla held his gaze then dipped her head at the comment of the thousand men. She was nothing to a thousand men. This was what she told herself every night as she stared up at her straw hut roof, crying her pains out and falling asleep with fatigue, only to face the same fight the day after. She finally spoke up in a very quiet voice that was full of pain, but not simply for herself, it was if it it was...for the both of them. She admitted softly, "I haven't seen what the other girls have seen. If you act like an idiot, then so be it. But I've never seen you like that. I've just seen a courteous, strong, charming, and handsome man...that's broken. Like me." She added, trying to mask her emotions by staring towards the floor "It's probably not a good idea for me to go anyway. You're a prince, you need training. I'm a nobody, so...I don't have to worry about ruling people. Besides, if it wasn't for me you hadn't gotten in trouble today." Xyla didn't understand it, but what she was doing was simply heaping more shame and misery onto herself. And while one might see her as someone who always wanted to be felt bad for, that wasn't the case at all. What she spoke was what she believed. After so many years of holding onto memories, all of which roared at her ruthlessly with the same booing voice that she was worthless, she was beginning to give in. She choked out, metaphorically on her knees before her memories as they continued to hurt her without remorse, "You're a prince. You deserve better than someone that can't forget the past. Who cries about it every night." With that, she looked for the door, expecting a quick motion to leave. The face that normally held his gaze so peacefully hadn't dared to hold it again. He was a prince, she, she was just...what was the right word...oh yes, a no one.
 
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