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JOBLESS MONDAY — MASS NEWCOMER M&G - musey - 07-26-2019
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:georgia;"]ooc. crappy baby gang... assemble
ik elysium doesnt auto accept but given the pace of the rp im gonna just retcon that theyve already been granted newcomer status. lmk if this could lead to any issues and ill fix it asap!
Moons ago - years, now - this would have been different. Once upon a time he was a bright-eyed youth, eager for adventure and conquest of the unknown. He was a child, a delicate thing that could not battle to save his life but still carried a sword because, some day, he knew the battlefield would be his. Instead he'd bide his time in chamber halls, territories drawn across the floor, a budding strategist under the careful watch of their leader. Then, he'd be a judge in court, a deputy standing beside the throne. He was a conqueror in those days, in every sense of the word. He explored that strange land, he learnt its ways, he became one with it and then made that city his own.
These days, the prospect of doing it all again lacks its old luster.
He is not old, but he is not young. He's learnt that with leadership comes loss and loneliness above all things. With severed political alliances came friendships broken, lovers torn apart by the boundaries placed between them, bodies with names trampled on a battlefield. Such was life, he once reasoned, but time had taught him that his callous decisions bordered on cruel. Things were different, now - he had Finn, he had children, he had a family who had carried him at his lowest. Experience had taught him what history books and battle strategies could not.
Even with his pack of wanderers, there came a need for something new, an animal instinct which called for the camaraderie of a clan, of a society to which they all belonged. While living as loners gave them freedom, they were social animals, and the need for community life became a driving force for their decisions. The region was unknown to them but yet they had managed to carve a path from their distant, former homes to here: the Elysium, a kingdom carved into the mountainside. Cav had bargained for refuge among their ranks, and until they could call themselves Elysians they were considered strangers in this new land.
The tiger doesn't consider himself much of a talker these days. He doesn't mind company, but he doesn't outright seek it - instead, he spends his days quietly picking apart the territory, mental maps of the tunnels unfurling in his head and the landmarks creating a series of checkpoints among these paths. He reasons he should get to know his peers, but thus far the camp has been silent but for the occasional passerby - part of him is starting to think that perhaps they were the only newcomers here. With a sigh, Cav glances at the surroundings, distantly lost in thought; he should see the leader, sometime, and be sworn in before the next meeting. He wasn't sure he was patient enough to spend the week waiting.
Re: JOBLESS MONDAY — MASS NEWCOMER M&G - Evelyn - 07-26-2019
She thinks there's something familiar about wandering aimlessly through the vast unknown—familiar, in a bittersweet sense. Traveling has always been one of the few constants in her life, regardless of what consequences came with her disappearance. Her paws could never stay still long enough to leave its imprints on the ground beneath her. She thinks she hasn't left her mark in the world because of it, but it's alright. It's alright. Anything else that she needs from the world, she already has with her.
So when their group inevitably decided to settle, she was stunned but didn't hesitate to tag along. Their decisions were her decisions, shared and united, and she followed them unquestioningly as they sought their place in the world, in Elysium. An echo of a memory had flashed behind her eyes at the sight of the kingdom carved into the mountainside, but she'd blinked and willed it away, feeling the sharpness recede from the flat of her tongue.
It's a quiet place, perhaps too quiet, with only a handful lingering faces milling about, but she doesn't mind. She finds a place for herself just outside of the mountain; she builds a ground nest between a ring of trees, collecting sticks and fronds and undergrowth and weaving them around their trunks to provide some sense of privacy in the space between them. It's big enough, she thinks, big enough for her and Malkyn, and when she's satisfied with the makeshift walls, she starts wandering the territory in search of items to add into her new nest.
It's during one of these escapades that she comes across Cav again, a familiar sight in these unfamiliar lands. Talia decides that it might as well be a sign for her to take a break from her hunt, and she turns to Cav with a slight but warm smile; she wonders, has it really been so long ago since they first met? She thinks she'll follow him anywhere, trusting his guidance as she has trusted it before. She's come this far, after all, following the pawsteps that he left behind. What's a few steps more?
A sound spills out from between her teeth, a quiet chuff in greeting as she settles close, but not too close, tucking paws beneath her thick chest and curling her long, leathery tail around herself like an outline. For a moment, she's silent, enjoying the serenity of the moment before she starts feeling a fidget deep within her bones, a restlessness carried over from her excitable youth.
"Hey," she murmurs in a whisper, looking playfully conspiratory. She jokes as if she hasn't gone through what she has, but she thinks she has to hold onto her humor, if nothing else."Should I worry that people don't seem to really notice that we're here? Either they're really disconnected, or we've completely lost our spunk."
ooc. RUST·Y
/ˈrəstē/
1. (of a metal object) affected by rust.
2. (of knowledge or a skill) impaired by lack of recent practice
3. this trash post
So when their group inevitably decided to settle, she was stunned but didn't hesitate to tag along. Their decisions were her decisions, shared and united, and she followed them unquestioningly as they sought their place in the world, in Elysium. An echo of a memory had flashed behind her eyes at the sight of the kingdom carved into the mountainside, but she'd blinked and willed it away, feeling the sharpness recede from the flat of her tongue.
It's a quiet place, perhaps too quiet, with only a handful lingering faces milling about, but she doesn't mind. She finds a place for herself just outside of the mountain; she builds a ground nest between a ring of trees, collecting sticks and fronds and undergrowth and weaving them around their trunks to provide some sense of privacy in the space between them. It's big enough, she thinks, big enough for her and Malkyn, and when she's satisfied with the makeshift walls, she starts wandering the territory in search of items to add into her new nest.
It's during one of these escapades that she comes across Cav again, a familiar sight in these unfamiliar lands. Talia decides that it might as well be a sign for her to take a break from her hunt, and she turns to Cav with a slight but warm smile; she wonders, has it really been so long ago since they first met? She thinks she'll follow him anywhere, trusting his guidance as she has trusted it before. She's come this far, after all, following the pawsteps that he left behind. What's a few steps more?
A sound spills out from between her teeth, a quiet chuff in greeting as she settles close, but not too close, tucking paws beneath her thick chest and curling her long, leathery tail around herself like an outline. For a moment, she's silent, enjoying the serenity of the moment before she starts feeling a fidget deep within her bones, a restlessness carried over from her excitable youth.
"Hey," she murmurs in a whisper, looking playfully conspiratory. She jokes as if she hasn't gone through what she has, but she thinks she has to hold onto her humor, if nothing else."Should I worry that people don't seem to really notice that we're here? Either they're really disconnected, or we've completely lost our spunk."
ooc. RUST·Y
/ˈrəstē/
1. (of a metal object) affected by rust.
2. (of knowledge or a skill) impaired by lack of recent practice
3. this trash post
Re: JOBLESS MONDAY — MASS NEWCOMER M&G - Warringkingdoms - 07-27-2019
[font=trebuchet ms]The life of a lonesome wanderer was one Rin had had far too much experience with.
Several times now, she had lost a home, a family of whoever had been naive enough to take her in. If she was lucky, blindly stumbling around would eventually lead her to shelter. If she wasn't, she had to cling to the pieces of an intangible idea just to keep going. She had once been told that she could probably survive in the center of a nuclear war; she now knew that was essentially true. If only it were true about someone else, too, someone in whose companionship she might find solace.
It wouldn't be, though. Elysium was kind enough to provide herbs, but she was under no pretense that she was one of them. The mere act of her being there was enough to curse them- the recent death of one of their members was proof enough- but having declined to take the oath had staved off the misfortune for a while, at least. Unlike all the other times she'd lost a friend, too, at least this time they could investigate and possibly ensure justice without fearing total destruction by the killer and their allies. Nonetheless, this was not her home.
Maybe that was why she hadn't seen these strangers before. They were clearly not hostile, and she could tell from their morphing scents that they had been here for a few days- probably joiners- but she did not recognize them. One of them had made a wry comment about the relative quiet of the area, a comment that she felt she could answer, though.
"It's usually pretty quiet around here," Rin said, approaching them with a brief glance at each of their frames. "I don't think we've met, though. I'm Warringkingdoms Kepler-Langley, but just call me Rin." If they would be sharing the territory, she ought to remember them. A lack of familiarity with the land's occupants would make it harder to find a potential traitor, something she had just observed with Tanglewood.
/equally rusty post
/not to worry, it'll get super angsty after they introduce themselves
Re: JOBLESS MONDAY — MASS NEWCOMER M&G - lavi s. - 08-01-2019
[align=left]IF THE SKY COMES FALLING DOWN, FOR YOU —
Some liked the quiet. Not that it lasted terribly long with a certain young sand cat. The youth smiled, bemused at the thought. His chocolate eyes locked on the unfamiliar faces gathered together, waving a spotted tail in greeting. "Hey ""I don't think we've met either; I'm Lavi," he offered with a warm smile. "How are you all?"
// Mobile
— THERE'S NOTHING IN THIS WORLD I WOULDN'T DO
Re: JOBLESS MONDAY — MASS NEWCOMER M&G - fulzanin - 08-05-2019
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px; border-bottom: 5px #5AF1D0 solid; padding-bottom: 5px; color: black;"]”It ve’y quiet aworund here, yea,” came the broken and ever so distorted words of the tiny dragon. Her claws scrabbles against the ground as she tumbled on over to the slowly growing group of people. Now, did she know for a fact that it was quiet around here? Not really. She didn’t know much, even less so about the place that she had meandered on into.
Her tongue flickered from her maw as she settled down, trying to awkwardly gauge how close was invading personal space and how far was uncomfortably far away. It was hard math for Sanzu, and had only taken a few seconds to decide on her spot to sit down. The young dragon had only a taste of exploring on her own, and was more than happy to settle back into a bustling environment. The quiet was a little strange, but it was better than hostility. Another thing she had absolutely no experience with, yet instinct provided her with such nonetheless.
Upon hearing the names being announced, her ears raised. Oh, oh! She had done one of these before, or so she thought. Her wings happily flicked by her sides, and her scaly head raised. “I’msa Sanzu! I’msa good, ve’y good, yea!” She happily rumbled, her talons kneading at the ground before her in some manner to vent the energy of childhood vigor that corset beneath her scales.
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