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Post by pad-fu the great on Oct 14, 2005 19:40:18 GMT -5
dan sat in his lab, link by him, ready to restrain dan at a moments notice
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Post by butterwon on Oct 14, 2005 20:10:13 GMT -5
Hello pad did sawa get off?
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Post by Sawa on Oct 14, 2005 20:44:02 GMT -5
OoC||
She's here now. ^^
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Post by pad-fu the great on Oct 14, 2005 20:48:36 GMT -5
(rp!!! oh and thankies for inviting zelda to sheik. if you find good rpers invite them!)
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Post by Sawa on Oct 14, 2005 20:51:22 GMT -5
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I certainly will!
Alright, I'll bring someone in. Possibly Alilera. She doesn't recieve much Role-Playing action.
Perhaps it'd be sufficient to create a 'My Characters' thread for the members to post all of their character introductions? It'd be a pain to post introductions multiple times.
BiC||
The sensation of a weightless universe, where emotions were futile, personality was treasure, and the thought of one, arbitrary person could completely alter the way millions lived enveloped her short stature. It was a nice dream to be dreamt. However, reality always was the correct depiction to be viewed. At least, when you were awake.
It was a warm feeling that soon drifted into the murky depths that descended on for an eternity below her. A bitter wind, or so it seemed, filtered about the liquid vicinity. A chilling sensation filled that pierced her bones like icy pins and needles. Her breath froze in her very throat, clogging what she had left to keep her from floating towards the surface lifeless.
“Huh!”
Relief. Quickly chapping lips inhaled what seemingly delicate bits of oxygen nature could offer. How had it become so frosty? Long fingers clutched at her neck, gently massaging her throat into a suitable state. Prior to dragging her numbed leg appendages onto the banks, the swirling water mystified her, as it was so cold, yet, would not freeze to ice.
Her saturated body shook consistently, her skin beaded with trickles of iced water, which gradually froze on the spot. It was almost difficult to maneuver her body in any way, as her soaked clothing became stiff with dampening water. The tunic, which clung fatefully to the torso, was creamy beige, however, pictured a dingy gray when wet so ruthlessly.
Her previously massaging fingers shifted to her russet brown skirt, which she found she had to manually hold to prohibit the waterlogged clothing from dropping from her waist. A swift glance with brown eyes proved to her that her bare feet were insensitive and pale, much like her hands, which she fought currently against the panging tickle in the skin.
“S-so…pecul-liar.”
Her voice was cracked, chilly, and in an unusual flat tone. It was that cursed water that had threatened to swallow her whole earlier. Never had the waters of Lake Hylia chilled with so much haste.
“I-it’s too odd-d.”
Her teeth chattered against her arctic state, and her feet moved in small, slow steps up the hill. It would be a decent interval of time before she brought her soddened self into a place of serene warmth.
“Uh.”
She grunted as she shook her stiffened neck, once drastically curled brunette tresses, strewing in different directions with the movement. What was she to think of this foreign corruption?
“Nothing.”
Alilera, infamous scholar of the history and inhabitants of Hyrule, felt the jovial expressions of the day drip from her features as the non-frozen water droplets did.
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Post by pad-fu the great on Oct 14, 2005 20:52:22 GMT -5
(okay, i need a spell checker for the quick reply.)
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Post by pad-fu the great on Oct 14, 2005 20:54:25 GMT -5
(g2g)
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Post by Zeet on Oct 14, 2005 20:59:32 GMT -5
ooc: 'Ello.
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Post by Sawa on Oct 14, 2005 21:01:18 GMT -5
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'Ey Zeet. =D
See ya' Pad-fu.
You going to join in, Z?
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Post by Zeet on Oct 14, 2005 21:02:59 GMT -5
ooc: Hmm... Why not?
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Post by Sawa on Oct 14, 2005 21:04:52 GMT -5
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'Xactly. So, let's cut the chit-chat for the general board, and get Role-Playin'. =D
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Post by Zeet on Oct 14, 2005 21:06:25 GMT -5
ooc: -thinks- Who to use? Who to roleplay? Hmm... I'm thinking of a new charrie... Give me a few moments.
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Post by Zeet on Oct 14, 2005 21:07:31 GMT -5
ooc: Beautiful intro!
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Post by Zeet on Oct 14, 2005 21:55:30 GMT -5
The feel of never becoming one like the others, the heart’s shatter of the beat of the drums rapidly filled the mind to one’s capacity. It wasn’t her destiny, this metal bleeding society, yet it was expected in her veins. It was the truth, though. She couldn’t do this mind curdling battle with another. It was simply undone with her. Simply undone, but expected to be able to. It seemed as if she was only to have one path, a path of combat. Everyone before her did it, or so she supposed. She was always told her parents and siblings died in a horrible battle between a regular, young man. It was all supposed to be true, and she was supposed to believe it. As her Aunt said, her ‘father’ was some old hag looking for some awkward gem. She objected to the statement, but how could she know that it wasn’t true? Was she the one who was being the fool? It was a led weight she carried each day, but she was ready for a new way to live out life; run away. To think of it, her Aunt wasn’t a pile of roses, more like a pile of dead ones. It was a pursuit to not be remembered on that one fine day; it had happened so quickly you would miss it was one blink. After a bundle of villagers and a leap over a picket fence, there was no turning back. The one who dreamed of freedom had finally prevailed and she was heading for Hyrule Field. She had no idea of the dangers, nor hardships she would face. All she knew was that the led and knot in her stomach had disappeared. It wouldn’t be easy, she knew of that, but of what would be uneasy she wasn’t weary of. Of course, she would have a tale to tell, and maybe her wits would give her second chances in the toughest of battles. Only fate would decide…
As every skip was long and filled with glee, so was her skip. It seemed like it had been a very long time since she had escaped to Hyrule Field, for she was now seventeen years of age. Her long, light orange, yet crimson hair flowed down to the middle of her back, bouncing peacefully now and then with her stride. A light crimson scarf hung around her neck, her eyes a peaceful aqua. She wore a red tunic, as always. On her hand, which was gloved with open finger holes, was a scarlet burn of red. She had no idea why or how it got there, nor even if she had a real family. It was hard to know of these things if you were just a baby when your family died. There were rumors about her family, small tales of nonsense. Only her name was unknown to people, for she had never had a name. Her Aunt named her Scarlet, but what was the reason to that? She had to live with the name, Scarlet, for what other name did she have? None, zip. As she walked, her skull held high, she thought deeply about her past.
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Post by Sawa on Oct 14, 2005 22:03:23 GMT -5
Ali's teeth chattered lightly with each of her steps, the condition of her attire gradually wearing beneath the sun's rays, each hint warming the skin beneath the prickly tingle of icy water.
"Better."
She muttered as she regained feeling in her numbed appendages. Plenty enough blood had flowed through her veins for the female Hylian to bend and pluck a variety of different roots, herbs, and other sorts of vegetation that protruded upon the fringe of the twisting pathway.
The girl never could pass up a nice restock of her plants.
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