~Oblivion~ {A Fantasy RP}

[Rubysword]

Harrison finished translating his text, and got up. "What are you doing?" Asked his supervisor. "I've finished." he quietly stated. "Already?" the middle aged man stuttered. "Well then, I suppose you can go."
Harrison walked quickly, not paying attention to where he was going. He looked up as he bumped into a young lady. "Deeply sorry ma'am" he said, intending to walk away, but something about her stony expression caught him. He wondered where he had seen it before. He realized it was in the mirror every morning, when the memories refused to stay out of his head. "What's your name?" He asked,before thinking through.

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

Xyla nodded, silently admitting the only reason she was forcing herself through more pain was to not appear weak. It was something she was proud and ashamed of at the same time. Ashamed that she let her parents hurt her so much still to this day, and proud to know she was strong. She asked "Where are we eating?"

(Okay. Lil bit of inspiration: don't just write about your world, be in it. Taste it, touch it. Don't try to squeeze it out and overanalyze. It's not calculus. Experience you world, and the words will flow like magic.
Feel the warm breeze of the jungle and the hush of the leaves that comes with it. The fragrance after the rain. The calls of the birds, and the rough wood platform under your feet. See your character's face, really see it, then look through it.)
"Yeah, it's up this way." He said as he directed her up the ropebridge. Some stopped and stared, others jealousy muttered under their breaths. Tobias, a burly, no-nonsense guy from the patrol, shook his head in disbelief. The treetops hummed with hushed voices, all seeming to utter the same thing.

(Lol want to keep Rping? Ur responses are so amusing sometimes)

*gasps and puts an elegant wrist to my forehead as if I may faint.* Vanity! My weakness!

 

[Rubysword]

Elytra waited for Misty to respond. (@MysticChickens04)

 

[HoodedHuntress]

(Okay. Lil bit of inspiration: don't just write about your world, be in it. Taste it, touch it. Don't try to squeeze it out and overanalyze. It's not calculus. Experience you world, and the words will flow like magic.
Feel the warm breeze of the jungle and the hush of the leaves that comes with it. The fragrance after the rain. The calls of the birds, and the rough wood platform under your feet. See your character's face, really see it, then look through it.)
"Yeah, it's up this way." He said as he directed her up the ropebridge. Some stopped and stared, others jealousy muttered under their breaths. Tobias, a burly, no-nonsense guy from the patrol, shook his head in disbelief. The treetops hummed with hushed voices, all seeming to utter the same thing.


*gasps and puts an elegant wrist to my forehead as if I may faint.* Vanity! My weakness!

(This is poetic. That's all I have to say. Beautiful.)
Xyla's attention drifted away from the positive, the beautiful trees and wildlife coating the canvas of the forest, to the negative, which included all the words she heard about Neo. Neo was not someone ordinary. And she didn't trust all the whispering anymore. All the stares. All the glares that pierced Neo like a thousand arrows coated with venom. She halted, stopping and tugging on his arm, urging him to stop. She looked up at him, asking with a stance that was a mixture between extremely nervous, not sure who to trust anymore and demanding, relentless to know who he was "Neo, tell me who you are. Please. All these people are talking about you. And me."

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Harrison finished translating his text, and got up. "What are you doing?" Asked his supervisor. "I've finished." he quietly stated. "Already?" the middle aged man stuttered. "Well then, I suppose you can go."
Harrison walked quickly, not paying attention to where he was going. He looked up as he bumped into a young lady. "Deeply sorry ma'am" he said, intending to walk away, but something about her stony expression caught him. He wondered where he had seen it before. He realized it was in the mirror every morning, when the memories refused to stay out of his head. "What's your name?" He asked,before thinking through.

Iris looked up at the man annoyed, asking "Why? Who are you. And why do you care?" She should've just walked on, but in him, she saw herself, and it was a beautiful sort of haunting experience, that was atrociously terrifying and enticing at once. Awaiting and answer, she stared the man in the eyes

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Yael saw her excitement and smiled. "Now we go get some rest, its getting late. Keep that excitement just make sure you temper it with reason and you will make a good hunter. There will be more contracts to attend to tomorrow and a lot more training. " She told her with a small smile as she took to the sky.

Erin nodded, having calmed herself, and followed Yael obediently, quiet unsure where they would sleep for the night, having traversed the island a long ways away from the Dust territory, and the sun was setting.

 

[Rubysword]

Harrison stared back at her. "My name is Harrison, I work with-" he stopped. Why was he telling her such superficial things? He knew that was not what she was asking. "I'm someone who has lost everything, and something about you seems as if you might be one of the few people who understand..." He trailed off, wondering if he had said too much.

 

[cathloveydovey]

Elytra stared at Misty. "Overprotective?" she then shrugged. "I'll say. So, I came to ask if you'd help me get to the island. Basically, it would be great if you could go flying to the picnic field, and pretend to have a conversation with me, so that the guard who watches me, who will start heading there to make sure that's where I am, will think I'm there for a while, and give me more time. I'll actually be heading to the Island."

Misty looks back at Grant "Uh well this is the only day Grant comes to be with me so will tomorrow be ok?" Grant scowls even harder

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

(This is poetic. That's all I have to say. Beautiful.)
Xyla's attention drifted away from the positive, the beautiful trees and wildlife coating the canvas of the forest, to the negative, which included all the words she heard about Neo. Neo was not someone ordinary. And she didn't trust all the whispering anymore. All the stares. All the glares that pierced Neo like a thousand arrows coated with venom. She halted, stopping and tugging on his arm, urging him to stop. She looked up at him, asking with a stance that was a mixture between extremely nervous, not sure who to trust anymore and demanding, relentless to know who he was "Neo, tell me who you are. Please. All these people are talking about you. And me."

(*eats up attention*)

He shrugged, furrowing his brow as he glanced up at a cluster of gawkers. "I, uh... don't usually bring home gir- guests." Silence followed. At last, he hung his head, "Don't suppose you've heard of that hopeless prince?"

 

[Nariah01]

Erin nodded, having calmed herself, and followed Yael obediently, quiet unsure where they would sleep for the night, having traversed the island a long ways away from the Dust territory, and the sun was setting.

Yael led them to an overlook and made camp with no campfire so they would not be seen. "We'll sleep here tonight, we sleep in shifts, I will take the first watch. This spot has a good clean sight line in all directions and above, it will be easy to see anyone coming." She explained as she pulled some dried meat from her satchel and handed it to Erin.