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Post by Seven on Apr 11, 2009 10:14:23 GMT -5
The kelpie, not wanting to feel too awkward about not having a flagon to chug from, melds some water into the shape of a wine glass and holds it up for a second to acknowledge the toast.
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Post by Rojo on Apr 11, 2009 12:22:51 GMT -5
"That's an interesting skill." Says a drawling voice from the shadows. The voice has a high, rich, over-the-top British accent and an annoyed yet bored tone.
"Heh?" The Vampire replies to the voice.
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Post by Seven on Apr 12, 2009 19:10:34 GMT -5
"Not really..." the kelpie lets the fake glass of water melt through his hands. "Who enters?"
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Post by Rojo on Apr 13, 2009 15:37:10 GMT -5
A man steps forward. He appears to be in his mid-twenties. He has a very pointy nose, slick eyebrows and a pointed chin. Large black spectacles sit on his nose and his eyes are a boring grey. His neatly kept straight hair pokes out from under a black Pork Pie hat. He is dressed completely in a blazer, shirt, trousers and smart Stilleto shoes, all in black.
"Cranley Chesterfield." He says brusquely.
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Post by Seven on Apr 13, 2009 16:19:29 GMT -5
"Pleasure. I'd introduce myself, except I have no name." The kelpie looks to the vampire.
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Post by Rojo on Apr 13, 2009 18:31:02 GMT -5
"So this is where the people who don't make it to the paper go, eh?" Comments the man, disregarding Kelpie's comment and inspecting the almost dungeon-like room's walls with an owlish sort of glare.
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Post by Seven on Apr 13, 2009 21:18:47 GMT -5
The kelpie nods slowly, observing the man.
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Post by Rojo on Apr 14, 2009 8:24:01 GMT -5
He turns and rolls his eyes.
"I suppose I'm stuck here with you and Drunky McDrunk The Irishman..." he watches Irish very closely in case he would react, but the Vampire just stares up with baleful eyes.
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Post by Asila on Apr 15, 2009 0:25:09 GMT -5
((All right, I know I've become the last person anyone wants in a thread because of my tendency to kill them with neglect, but this looks fun. And if I don't post regularly, you can just go on without me! It will serve me right.  )) Of course, Cranley wouldn't be fortunate enough to be stuck with just the company of the kelpie and Drunky McDrunk the Irish Vampire, for the sound of a descending scuffle in the dark cold staircase alluded to the arrival of yet another unfortunate guest. Only seconds after the sounds of a struggle had begun, two individuals tumbled into the room. One appeared to be a young boy, if young boys had cat ears, short pointed horns, and a long winding tail with a spade tip that thrashed irritably behind him as he stood. He brushed overgrown red-tipped black hair from fire-colored eyes and glared down at the angel that had fallen with him. " I wasn't supposed to be here!" He said to her, his voice rising. "You just had to be a selfish jerk about this and drag me down with you..."He shakes his head, "Well, there's no way my Creator will force me to stay. I'm not the reject!" Yet despite the angry tone of the words, he does not turn to leave. The angel, having fallen flat on her back in a sprawl, lifts herself up on her elbows to send an equally annoyed scowl at the demon. "No, of course you're not the reject!" She rants back. "Only angels are so blessed in our Creator's mind!" She climbs angrily to her feet, smoothing a silk halter top of the brightest shade of red down form-fitting black pants. She flexes bright white wings, to soothe muscles that felt as though they were about to knot themselves in protest of the abusive fall, as she looks around the room, ignoring the scruffy demon in his over-sized hoodie and baggy black cargo pants in favor of observing the other individuals in the room. Oh, they sure looked like a cheerful lot, she thought sarcastically as she considered them. |
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Post by Seven on Apr 19, 2009 18:25:38 GMT -5
The Kelpie stares at the new pair. "Great. We have munchkins. And I not enough water to drown them. Or myself, for that matter," he says with sardonic irony.
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Post by Rojo on Apr 21, 2009 11:53:21 GMT -5
The new arrival stares at the other two with open contempt and skepticism.
"Oh, goodie!" He says sarcastically, bringing his hands together interlocked and smiling like that ice-cream man who always used to sit outside school and you could swear put things in the Mr Whippy. "Look, someone with ears and cutesy tail! Because no teenage girl has ever thought of that before, have they? Oh no no no! How delightful!" He unclenches his hands and gives a "oh-how-beautiful" overemphasised sigh. "Oh, and fourth wall jokes too! How inventive of you and whatever poor sod that made you. Probably-" Note from the author: Well, he's about to say a HELL of a lot of insultive things. Seriously. Do not take them personally, it's just how he is. Sorry for making such a dick character "-some stupid overweight American girl who sits on her bed all day writing Ugly Betty fanfiction and casually munching cheesburgers while wishing she could be like those anorexic tarts on the television who prance around like they're some non-existant god's- that you're all so obsessed with -gift the bloody planet!" He stopped to take a deep breath. There was a heavy paused. "Anyway," Cranley ploughed on through gritted teeth "it's a pleasure to meet you."
((Wow. Sorry. No, really. He's just kind of nasty and cynical and hypocritical and...yeah...*Shuffles into a corner*))
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Post by Asila on Apr 21, 2009 23:08:18 GMT -5
((Oh, no he didn't! *snaps her fingers from side to side as she speaks* It was war with the f-word, my friend. *slightly sadistic grin*))
The angel would glare darkly at the kelpie, outraged by the fact that he apparently thought her a child. She stalked nearer, to show him that she wasn't the least bit afraid of him, and hissed "Being a touch shorter than average does not make me a 'munchkin'! I happen to be seventeen." Of course, being seventeen, this didn't sound as childish to her as it must to the kelpie, and she announced that information in a laughably condescending tone of voice.
But while the angel had closed in on the kelpie, the demon cat was left to face Cranley's criticism with mounting outrage. It was easy enough for the angel to let it slide when the scathing comment's weren't focused on her and the one she happened to serve. Every now and then, he amended automatically as he settled a gaze as kindly as that of a starved predator on the antagonizing stranger. He smiled, displaying the long, sharp fangs he was named for, and said "You should really consider watching who you insult. I am more than I seem, but can you say the same?" He scanned the narrow-featured, weaselly-looking man with a clearly skeptical expression.
((Mwha!))
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Post by Rojo on Apr 22, 2009 11:41:41 GMT -5
Irish the Irish Vampire looks up blearily. He appears to be completely oblivious to the events going on around him.
Meanwhile, Cranley stands infront of the little demon in silence for a few moments, boring into his eyes with his own. After a while he sighs.
"Oooh, a small cutesy little vessel holding untapped power able to rip apart the very fabric of space, right? 'More to this Hobbit than meets the eye', eh? Ugh, see, you're making me so irritated I'm referencing to awful books and films..." there was a moment of silence, then suddenly Cranley was knocked forward onto his face, making a satisfying noise as he hits the cold floor. His hat flutters off and lands next to him. He glares at the floor for a few seconds before pulling himself up slowly and picking up his hat and adjusting it on his head again. He clears his throat and resumes staring at the demon with bored eyes as if nothing happend.
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Post by Seven on Apr 22, 2009 12:03:18 GMT -5
The Kelpie blinks, completely ignoring his own munchkin--I mean, the angel. "What the heck was that Cranley?" he asks in minor wonder. Just as then, a loud screeching noise is heard above them....and getting closer rapidly.
Then something crashes through the roof, leaving a little hole in the ceiling in which a singular beam light shines through. "Ow...my head..." Another munchkin--I mean, girl--has joined the party! [Cue triumphant Zelda music] She lays curled up in a funny brown ball of feathers, rubbing her head, until she peeks up, realizing she is in the center of a group of people. She pauses awkwardly. Almost in a flash she, she is on her feet, posed triumphantly as if she had gracefully swooped down from the heavens rather than falling through the ceiling.
"GREETING FELLOW ADVENTURERS! I AM FAEORI!" she says in an over-enthusiastic outside-voice.
The Kelpie looks at her with disdain. He frowns slightly at the girl with Egyptian styled wings in which the feathers came down from her arms. "What are like, 12 kid?" he says with disdain.
"Noooo, I am clearly FIFTEEN!" Another triumphant pose.
"Riiiight....." The Kelpie turns to the Irish vampire. "Hey Vamps, why don't you make yourself useful and feed off of some of these pests? They're too noisy."
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Dani
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What lies hidden in the mists of the woods?
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Post by Dani on Apr 22, 2009 13:16:56 GMT -5
Well, life had never been quite right for her. No, Morgan had never actually escaped from her creator's mind and into a roleplay. Oh well, she was in a roleplay now! Pushing open the door the beautiful young woman with the soft red hair took in the sights with her frosty-ice-blue eyes just as the creature came crashing through the ceiling. There was, a Vampire, A Kelpie, An Angel, A Demon and whatever the creature was that just crashed through the ceiling and a hook nosed man. She laughed as she felt the gentle brush of her Siamese cat as he brushed against her leg. Murmuring to him she said, "What do you think Kargan, do we stay?" The cat mewed and then he ran into the room and pounced on the Demon's foot as Morgan stepped in and closed the door. "I am known as Morgan and I used to be a Pirate." Then she looked about and laughed at Kargan as she spoke again "And that is Kargan." Then she was quiet and crossed her arms and her frosty-ice-blue eyes challenged anyone to speak against her. |
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