-The Mythics RP-

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_-Captain BRM-_ said:
Yeah, you start something because I have no idea who your character is 💀
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(Where on the island is Tay?)

Jintao forgot how long he had been walking by the time he stopped on the street corner. It was dark now, though the rain didn't stop. He itched his right arm. Grabbing the empty sleeve, he instantly remembered his arm was gone. Jintao leaned against a pole; he was tired, and more so than he thought. Still, something continued to urge him out here. From his tiredness, he wanted to write it off. It was probably him longing for someone who was no longer there. He turned towards home but didn't take the first step to get himself there. He closed his eyes and told himself that he was only being foolish. Go home, get yourself something to eat, and forget your problems- like life was that simple. He reopened his eyes when he heard a sound. Someone was nearby...
 
_-Captain BRM-_ said:
Oh, now I know what character we're talking about... All I knew was the *secret* character thing, and I keep getting characters mixed up 💀 LEAVE ME ALONEEEE ISSAAAA-
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RDchicken99 said:
Man, you went right for the throat 💀
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im sorry im SORRY

Will Ferrell Running GIF by filmeditor


forgive meeeeee😭
 
_-Captain BRM-_ said:
(12 hours later this happens. If you only saw the drafts this stupid 800 words went through. Also don't fell obligated to read. It advanced Tay's story if anything, and added a bit to our antagonist predicament. The next snippet she'll be in the Cove, so... Ember and Vhanya pirate cool ship team them recruitmentttt?? 🤘🤘🤘)
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YESSSSSS
Lacy Duckwing said:
(You write so good! I'm jealous! )
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(Join the club)
 
RDchicken99 said:
Vhanya paused, and began slowly, “one of the crew went berserk when he found that a few of us were Mythic - slit their throats as they slept, he didn’t stop there either - until everyone else was dead. I tagged him with my tail, but before the poison claimed him he threw himself into the ocean… From what I’ve gathered he was apart of some group intent on the deaths of Mythics. Rather unsavory lot, really.”

She turned away from the railing to the sea, watching the varying vessels come to and fro. “We’d best stay on the lookout for potential crew mates. I try and ask anyone who looks capable. Usually they’ll agree to work for food and pay.“

@-Shade-
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Lacy Duckwing said:
(Where on the island is Tay?)
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Even I don't know bro.
Lacy Duckwing said:
Jintao forgot how long he had been walking by the time he stopped on the street corner. It was dark now, though the rain didn't stop. He itched his right arm. Grabbing the empty sleeve, he instantly remembered his arm was gone. Jintao leaned against a pole; he was tired, and more so than he thought. Still, something continued to urge him out here. From his tiredness, he wanted to write it off. It was probably him longing for someone who was no longer there. He turned towards home but didn't take the first step to get himself there. He closed his eyes and told himself that he was only being foolish. Go home, get yourself something to eat, and forget your problems- like life was that simple. He reopened his eyes when he heard a sound. Someone was nearby...
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She rushed through the streets, cloak billowing in a cold breeze. Rain dribbled down her hodded neck and ears, but hair no longer weighed down her head.
The sparse money bag bounced in a pocket near her knee, and she pulled her trenchcoat closer to her body.
A shadow leaned against the dim light post, and she shook her hood farther over her eyes. Her hair short curled with rain and sweat, framing her pale face. She kept her gaze low, head tipped down.
"Stranger," she said, keeping herself out of reach, voice loud enough to be heard. "In what part of the city are we?"

@Lacy Duckwing
 
_-Captain BRM-_ said:
Even I don't know bro.

She rushed through the streets, cloak billowing in a cold breeze. Rain dribbled down her hodded neck and ears, but hair no longer weighed down her head.
The sparse money bag bounced in a pocket near her knee, and she pulled her trenchcoat closer to her body.
A shadow leaned against the dim light post, and she shook her hood farther over her eyes. Her hair short curled with rain and sweat, framing her pale face. She kept her gaze low, head tipped down.
"Stranger," she said, keeping herself out of reach, voice loud enough to be heard. "In what part of the city are we?"

@Lacy Duckwing
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(Sorry this took so long, I had company over ❤️✨)
 

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