-The Mythics RP-

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so erm not to be annoying but is Lupin going to sign on with Vhanya and if so, when will she do it otherwise i need to start making another post about how brutally lonely she is

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Ember and Coal are going to find recruits as we speak. They'll probably find her selling rabbits in the cove. You could do one more part with her there if you want to sort of establish her character before they find her

 

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Ember and Coal are going to find recruits as we speak. They'll probably find her selling rabbits in the cove. You could do one more part with her there if you want to sort of establish her character before they find her

ok, gotcha

ahem

rabbits, rabbits, buy my furry dead things! yummy tasty- oh look two phoenixes are walking toward me! PULL ME FROM MY MISERY, I BEG!

 

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ok, gotcha

ahem

rabbits, rabbits, buy my furry dead things! yummy tasty- oh look two phoenixes are walking toward me! PULL ME FROM MY MISERY, I BEG!

no? yes no? yesssss

 

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ok, gotcha

ahem

rabbits, rabbits, buy my furry dead things! yummy tasty- oh look two phoenixes are walking toward me! PULL ME FROM MY MISERY, I BEG!

Or just... set up where she is and what she's doing about the time you want them to find her and I will link Ember and Coal's progression to her's when they reach that point

 

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Or just... set up where she is and what she's doing about the time you want them to find her and I will link Ember and Coal's progression to her's when they reach that point

me: IMMATURITY RANDOM THINGS
-Shade- : don't worry, i'll fix everything for you

 

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but yes ma'am *salutes*

 

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-Shade- : don't worry, i'll fix everything for you

Story of my life

 

[Amer]

Ember released a quiet, half-hearted scoff, pressing several loose strands of black hair beneath the hood before tugging it further over her face.
"You have a name right?"

@Amer

“Yes. I am Coal. Our mother really liked fire-related names.”
They were in the town now. The buildings were unbeautiful, succumbing to the rot, filth, and the wrath of the stormy sea. The early risers, the soberest folks in Pirate Cove, were stomping down the street to do business or labor.
Coal nimbly stepped around manure and whatever other objectionable substances might soil the cobbles. He could barely repress the spring in his step. He was in a human settlement, a place he had usually been discouraged to enter.

 

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“Yes. I am Coal. Our mother really liked fire-related names.”
They were in the town now. The buildings were unbeautiful, succumbing to the rot, filth, and the wrath of the stormy sea. The early risers, the soberest folks in Pirate Cove, were stomping down the street to do business or labor.
Coal nimbly stepped around manure and whatever other objectionable substances might soil the cobbles. He could barely repress the spring in his step. He was in a human settlement, a place he had usually been discouraged to enter.

Ember stopped cold just within the line of buildings, her hands curling into tight fists, heartbeat rising and sending pulses of heat into her face.
She wasn't sure if Coal even noticed, energetically pacing his way through the alley, innocent and unaware of her sudden change of mood.
"Your mother, Phoenix," She corrected tensely. "Your mother. What even makes you so convinced we're related?"

@Amer

 

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Lupin's feet throbbed from her monotonous plodding. She peered at her feet, wondering if her shoes were worn through like they were in books.

Apparently, it was much harder to wear through a pair of good shoes than most stories enunciated, because her shoes looked fine. With a tired half-sigh, she turned another corner.

More Mythics, probably phoenixes or harpies, stood by the entrance to the town. (IS THIS OK?) One of them was tense, looking annoyed, while the other looked pretty oblivious.

They were talking in lower voices, hushed and not quite nervous. She decided not to yell "RABBITS!" at them, as that probably would not go well.

Please come do some poking, she wished, knowing very well that she was going to walk right past them. The sun, rising over the horizon, gave a fiery glow to the docks, masts, and buildings scattered across the seashore.

POKE AT ME PLEASE, she tried to convey with her eyeballs. The eyeball magic did not work, unfortunately.

She glanced up at the sun and stopped dead.

A milky white shape was visible behind a cloud. Terror pounded through her veins -- the moon was up. It was rare for the moon and sun to be visible together in the early morning... but it was currently happening, and she was officially doomed.

Oh no, no no no no no no no no, she pleaded with the clouds, begging them not to part.

But part they did, and the moon shone down on her viciously.