-The Mythics RP-

[-Shade-]

Name: Jordan Tay
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Species: Human
Physical Appearance: Whatever.
Personality: We shall see
Backstory: We shall see

I love how my forms are so helpful and descriptive.

In all seriousness, she's a work in progress, so let me freakin figure her out first before I start jotting down things she just isn't. I met her like two minutes ago, bruh. Maybe I'll make an official form later. But I need to write her to learn her.

But anyway. Is this acceptable, my dear MJ?

Makes sense

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Name: Jordan Tay
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Species: Human
Physical Appearance: Whatever.
Personality: We shall see
Backstory: We shall see

I love how my forms are so helpful and descriptive.

In all seriousness, she's a work in progress, so let me freakin figure her out first before I start jotting down things she just isn't. I met her like two minutes ago, bruh. Maybe I'll make an official form later. But I need to write her to learn her.

But anyway. Is this acceptable, my dear MJ?

@Blue Raptor MJ.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

@Blue Raptor MJ.

HURRY UPPPP.

 

[Blue Raptor]

Name: Jordan Tay
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Species: Human
Physical Appearance: Whatever.
Personality: We shall see
Backstory: We shall see

I love how my forms are so helpful and descriptive.

In all seriousness, she's a work in progress, so let me freakin figure her out first before I start jotting down things she just isn't. I met her like two minutes ago, bruh. Maybe I'll make an official form later. But I need to write her to learn her.

But anyway. Is this acceptable, my dear MJ?

Oka—

@Blue Raptor MJ.

Ok—

HURRY UPPPP.

OKAY

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

Gecko stretched his dark grey wings and looked out at the peaceful ocean before him. The salty air smell brought back memories- good memories. Memories of when he was a kid and when he- his mind drifted elsewhere. He smiled and laughed in his strange way. Tesla. It wasn't even a year ago when he met the fancy human being. He wished he could find him again. Closing his eyes, he pictured the man trapped while he watched from his perch above. The place wasn't too far from where he was.

Gecko took to the air. Within minutes he arrived at the boulder that Tesla was once trapped on. The little stone hut that Tesla built for shelter was still there with its moss roof. Gecko peered inside, though he didn't go in. His large wings would surely cave it in from an accident on his part. The hut was dark inside from the lack of light. A bed made of moss lay on the right and a couple of forgotten food cans sat in the left corner. Cozy, Gecko smiled. He turned away from the hut and stood on the faded SOS that was drawn on the ground.

Tesla, when will we ever meet again? Gecko wondered. "He-he-hee," he cocked his head like his thinking wasn't all there. "Soon. Too soon. He-he-hee." Gecko flew to his old perch on the cliff above. Hunching down, he watched the boulder below as though he was a predator stalking its prey. This was where he spent most of his time, despite the traveler no longer being there.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Gecko stretched his dark grey wings and looked out at the peaceful ocean before him. The salty air smell brought back memories- good memories. Memories of when he was a kid and when he- his mind drifted elsewhere. He smiled and laughed in his strange way. Tesla. It wasn't even a year ago when he met the fancy human being. He wished he could find him again. Closing his eyes, he pictured the man trapped while he watched from his perch above. The place wasn't too far from where he was.

Gecko took to the air. Within minutes he arrived at the boulder that Tesla was once trapped on. The little stone hut that Tesla built for shelter was still there with its moss roof. Gecko peered inside, though he didn't go in. His large wings would surely cave it in from an accident on his part. The hut was dark inside from the lack of light. A bed made of moss lay on the right and a couple of forgotten food cans sat in the left corner. Cozy, Gecko smiled. He turned away from the hut and stood on the faded SOS that was drawn on the ground.

Tesla, when will we ever meet again? Gecko wondered. "He-he-hee," he cocked his head like his thinking wasn't all there. "Soon. Too soon. He-he-hee." Gecko flew to his old perch on the cliff above. Hunching down, he watched the boulder below as though he was a predator stalking its prey. This was where he spent most of his time, despite the traveler no longer being there.

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

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Tesla isn't Elon Musk! (It look me a minute before I realized who that was in the GIF.) It all started with my little brother's Matchbox Tesla when we were playing a game back during a camping trip and I had my character, Gecko. My brother often brings up his Tesla and Gecko and it's something we play whenever we both got those two characters. It's kinda a joke between us and I thought it'd be funny to bring it here. (Plus I couldn't think of a character to RP with in this RP and Gecko just so happened to be available.) Give me time and I'll come up with something more for this character! He's still new to me and his situation with my brother's Tesla is really the only place he's displayed his personality so far!

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Jordan Tay slid from the roof and fell beside the child, groaning as her knees hit the wet road. Dark night hid her form amidst the haze of shadowed smaug.
Blinded by the rush and flare of her beating heart, she clutched the child to her middle and crawled back. Voices buzzed ahead of the alley and the sounds pooled in her ears, unable to supass the adrenaline barrier guarding her mind.
No one seemed to take notice of the abrupt increase of the child's wailing, but she could see it's damp mouth hang loose, and she could feel saliva drip onto her wrists.
“Quiet, quiet, quiet,” she whispered, and raised her sturdy palm to the child's mouth. She stood and limped to the back of the alleyway.
The yelling dulled, but the child's sounds still vibrates against her chest. She swallowed, but it did nothing to clear her deaf ears.
Her face red, sweat gripped her clothing. She fumbled for the ladder, smacking bruised fingers against the steel bars as she repositioned the child, who shuddered with tears.
“Shh.” She said, but it was a half-hearted command. The cold steel seared her calluses as she pulled up on the ladder, and her wet boots slipped in unknown substance. Her jaw hit the bars, but she was not fazed by simple pain.
The child writhed.
Curse her for caring. The child didn't want a savior. It would have rathered dying in the god-forsaken streets.
She snagged the next rung and climbed, and her tight fingers slipped over the bars and stained red with rust.
The child jerked and cracked its skull against the steel. She could feel the vibrations echo through the rungs. “Everything sacred,” she cursed and pulled it close, feeling its small fingers twist into the middle of her loose shirt. “I'm saving you, pal, saving your blasted little life.”
Children never listen much to reason.
She gripped the roof top and lunged forward, feeling the grit of each worn shingle with careful consideration before giving it her weight. The child wailed.
“It's okay,” she said. Her bad leg ached. No one would search for them on the roof and she thought they were safe. Her hands shook. “It's okay.”
She pried the child from her torso and pushed her sleeve against its bleeding nose. It hiccuped with excited sobs. She pulled it closer and looked ahead at the rise of smoke. Screams no longer affected her numb ears, though she could see the child react with renewed sorrow at each unheard cry. She leaned against the slant of the roof and held the toddler.
Boredom pryed at her mind and she scoffed at her body. Her chest pulsed with heart beat, and her sore shoulders lay tight on the roof. If only she could calm herself. It was a rare thing to have utter control of her entire body. Now was one of the familiar instances where she sat and cursed herself for existing and for bearing the body of a coward.
The child wobbled in her lap and she wondered how loud it was crying. Her ears could not pick up on the slightest of sounds, overcome by the adrenaline rush. The blood pulsed in her temples, causing painful pressure. She lifted her stained fingers to the toddler's wet mouth and shook her head. “Quiet. Be quiet.”
Maybe she wasn't saying the words right. She couldn't remember how they felt on her tongue. She couldn't feel her tongue.
Water hit her cheek and she winced at the sight of rain, then sat up.
“We have to go.” She said.
The child shook.
She looked into its eyes and leaned forward so that they were inches apart. “Please be quiet.” She would pay to see such a request stated in a more condescending tone.
“Goodness.” She leaned back and shrugged her shoulders. “Be quiet.”
They never listen. Toddlers are unreasonable. Some folks found sympathy towards the sort of creatures that didn't bear the mental capacity to figure out what they must submit to in order to save their skin. Some folks called that ‘innocence.’ She wasn't sure she had ever bore such a title, and she wasn't confident in saying she had ever been called innocent. If she had, then the sayer would have eaten and chocked and died on his words.
If she had been like this child when she was young, she would have died.
But to each their own.
Perhaps someday the child could conjure up some gratitude.
She stood and shifted the toddler to her hip. Its mouth opened in mid-cry.
“Quiet.”
Words. Curse the words. She hated remembering sacred words.
Rain splattered down. The child blubbered.
“Shut up.”
There.
She could remember that one.

(Look at all those pArAgRaFs. Only for you, Kayway, only for you.

Dude it's been so long. I'm sorry if this is choppy, but it really has been so long since I've written in this style. But I am very excited to get back into the swing of things )

 

[-Shade-]

Jordan Tay slid from the roof and fell beside the child, groaning as her knees hit the wet road. Dark night hid her form amidst the haze of shadowed smaug.
Blinded by the rush and flare of her beating heart, she clutched the child to her middle and crawled back. Voices buzzed ahead of the alley and the sounds pooled in her ears, unable to supass the adrenaline barrier guarding her mind.
No one seemed to take notice of the abrupt increase of the child's wailing, but she could see it's damp mouth hang loose, and she could feel saliva drip onto her wrists.
“Quiet, quiet, quiet,” she whispered, and raised her sturdy palm to the child's mouth. She stood and limped to the back of the alleyway.
The yelling dulled, but the child's sounds still vibrates against her chest. She swallowed, but it did nothing to clear her deaf ears.
Her face red, sweat gripped her clothing. She fumbled for the ladder, smacking bruised fingers against the steel bars as she repositioned the child, who shuddered with tears.
“Shh.” She said, but it was a half-hearted command. The cold steel seared her calluses as she pulled up on the ladder, and her wet boots slipped in unknown substance. Her jaw hit the bars, but she was not fazed by simple pain.
The child writhed.
Curse her for caring. The child didn't want a savior. It would have rathered dying in the god-forsaken streets.
She snagged the next rung and climbed, and her tight fingers slipped over the bars and stained red with rust.
The child jerked and cracked its skull against the steel. She could feel the vibrations echo through the rungs. “Everything sacred,” she cursed and pulled it close, feeling its small fingers twist into the middle of her loose shirt. “I'm saving you, pal, saving your blasted little life.”
Children never listen much to reason.
She gripped the roof top and lunged forward, feeling the grit of each worn shingle with careful consideration before giving it her weight. The child wailed.
“It's okay,” she said. Her bad leg ached. No one would search for them on the roof and she thought they were safe. Her hands shook. “It's okay.”
She pried the child from her torso and pushed her sleeve against its bleeding nose. It hiccuped with excited sobs. She pulled it closer and looked ahead at the rise of smoke. Screams no longer affected her numb ears, though she could see the child react with renewed sorrow at each unheard cry. She leaned against the slant of the roof and held the toddler.
Boredom pryed at her mind and she scoffed at her body. Her chest pulsed with heart beat, and her sore shoulders lay tight on the roof. If only she could calm herself. It was a rare thing to have utter control of her entire body. Now was one of the familiar instances where she sat and cursed herself for existing and for bearing the body of a coward.
The child wobbled in her lap and she wondered how loud it was crying. Her ears could not pick up on the slightest of sounds, overcome by the adrenaline rush. The blood pulsed in her temples, causing painful pressure. She lifted her stained fingers to the toddler's wet mouth and shook her head. “Quiet. Be quiet.”
Maybe she wasn't saying the words right. She couldn't remember how they felt on her tongue. She couldn't feel her tongue.
Water hit her cheek and she winced at the sight of rain, then sat up.
“We have to go.” She said.
The child shook.
She looked into its eyes and leaned forward so that they were inches apart. “Please be quiet.” She would pay to see such a request stated in a more condescending tone.
“Goodness.” She leaned back and shrugged her shoulders. “Be quiet.”
They never listen. Toddlers are unreasonable. Some folks found sympathy towards the sort of creatures that didn't bear the mental capacity to figure out what they must submit to in order to save their skin. Some folks called that ‘innocence.’ She wasn't sure she had ever bore such a title, and she wasn't confident in saying she had ever been called innocent. If she had, then the sayer would have eaten and chocked and died on his words.
If she had been like this child when she was young, she would have died.
But to each their own.
Perhaps someday the child could conjure up some gratitude.
She stood and shifted the toddler to her hip. Its mouth opened in mid-cry.
“Quiet.”
Words. Curse the words. She hated remembering sacred words.
Rain splattered down. The child blubbered.
“Shut up.”
There.
She could remember that one.

Look at all those pArAgRaFs. Only for you, Kayway, only for you.

Dude it's been so long. I'm sorry if this is choppy, but it really has been so long since I've written in this style. But I am very excited to get back into the swing of things

The small print literally MURDERED my over-stimulated eyeballs but this piece is as Captain as I expected and hoped. Love it

 

[Blue Raptor]

Tesla isn't Elon Musk! (It look me a minute before I realized who that was in the GIF.) It all started with my little brother's Matchbox Tesla when we were playing a game back during a camping trip and I had my character, Gecko. My brother often brings up his Tesla and Gecko and it's something we play whenever we both got those two characters. It's kinda a joke between us and I thought it'd be funny to bring it here. (Plus I couldn't think of a character to RP with in this RP and Gecko just so happened to be available.) Give me time and I'll come up with something more for this character! He's still new to me and his situation with my brother's Tesla is really the only place he's displayed his personality so far!

(I sense that forevermore he’s going to be jokingly deemed Elon Mulk by us.

Just a heads up, Lacy. )