Post by strife on Feb 2, 2011 0:51:14 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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“oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life” [/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"…Noctis. If you have to know."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I’m twenty-two, last time I checked. –rubs back of head.- (cute?) The only one I take orders from is me. Rather neutral, I suppose."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"-flustered.- I… what? I’m going to leave that unanswered."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"I can summon a multitude of weapons to me, as well as project barriers. A warrior would be the closest term."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"...Excuse me, why are we here again?"
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"I’m five foot seven, though I have no idea why you need to know that."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"P-Pardon? I’m leaning over on the athletic side, I try to keep myself in good shape with a balanced diet and regular exercise. Now please don’t ever mention undressing me again… My face is all hot."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"You mean, my clothing choice? (Well I guess it’s better then talking about me naked.) I try to wear clothes I find comfortable, a nice shirt, jacket maybe, but I have a weakness for boots. They can get me through any condition. I have some dress clothes too, but they’re really itchy…"
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"I am Noctis Lucis Caelum, a prince, in my own right."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"…Am I allowed to leave now? Or-?"
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"I like strange trinkets, peanut butter and honey sandwiches and long car rides, it’s where I can best concentrate. As far as dislikes, I really hate being embarrassed, (it makes me face red), I don’t like anything fake, like fake plants, nails, anything along those lines. And paperwork. Paperwork of any kind is horrid."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Well.... sometimes I fall asleep standing up… -scratches nose.- Er, I’m a prince?"
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"Home-what? I try to maintain my composure around people, I have to act the leader, people have to trust me. I can’t let my insecurities show. No matter what."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"…I doubt it."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Mother always said I wasn’t a very good dancer- rooms? What? Why?"
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"My mother is long since departed from this world, my father I’d rather not talk about if you don’t mind. We’re not exactly on speaking terms."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"-shakes head.-"
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"I became the heir of my home at a fairly young age, ever since then I’ve been fighting to protect it. That’s what I remember at least, ever since I woke up all I’m seeing are giant turtles and girls with rabbit appendages…"
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"-Steps back.- … What in the Goddess’ name is wrong with you."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Dante.
age. 19.
rp experience. About five years give or take.
rules. Thundaga. Zap Zap.
rp sample. Behold.This climate was so bizarre. One moment the sun shone brilliantly across the plains, sweat gathering at the youth’s neck. And only a moment later clouds swept across the blue expanse. A chill running over his body, which was what happened now, Noctis rubbing a gloved hand over his fore-arm. His brows furrowed, making a small crease in his forehead, his silver hues watching the breeze play across the scraggly tufts of grass. None the less he continued along the path set before him, if one could even call it that. His boots began to stick in the murky brown mudd, raising fists to his chest each time he yanked his foot free, stumbling away awkwardly. He had been walking for quite awhile now, from where he had awoke to where he was now. The food here was such as he had never seen before, fruit growing in queer looking shapes with tastes that stuck in the back of your throat. His tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth in memory, stomach now aching for sustenance of some kind. He let his eyes wander over the hills in the distance, beyond them there had to be a village of some sort. He kept himself in this mind-set, tempting his body to continue with thoughts of roast and the sweet orange roots he so adored.
There was a strange noise at his side, a moist croak, and the prince snapped his head to the side, hair catching between his chapped lips. A vibrant streak of yellow skin was the first thing he saw, and two bulging eyes atop long, thin legs. It resembled a frog, only a hundred times one’s size, possibly able to stand taller then Noctis himself if it had the ability to do so. It was staring at him in a distasteful manner, and the youth thought it best to slowly edge back, and to not startle it into rushing him. It opened it’s mouth, only a couple of inches, but enough for him to see the sharp teeth nestled behind the shiny strings of saliva. That alone was reason enough.
Noctis threw down his arm in front of him, splaying his fingers and bringing forth his blade, this made it’s own current against the wind, the air tossing angrily as if in a battle all it’s own. The weapon was a reassuring weight in his hand, raising it to the bridge of his nose as if to display it before extending it toward the creature.
“…” His lips remained sealed, brows slanted in soft aggression. He expected the thing to come springing foreword, but that was no the case in the least bit. Pushing itself onto it’s sly back-legs, it began hopping up and down, turning itself in circles and making strange distorted cries. The act in itself stunned Noctis, one brow arching in puzzlement. What in the goddess’ name was it doing? Perhaps being territorial? A chores of familiar sounds followed it, and a whole group of others came hopping to it’s side, most of them a slime-green color. The prince’s expression did not falter, numbers were but minutes upon the clock. Rain began to drop down upon the ground, big drops hitting his head and rolling down the sleeves of his coat. His iris’ began to shift, unknown to him, now a fluorescent red.
One gave a mighty pump of it’s back legs and lunged at him, quickly dropping one knee he drove his blade through it’s stomach and out the other side, hearing it’s gurgling screech in his ear even as he tossed it aside and rushed into the rest. He slashed open their wet skin and kept light on his feet, now easily moving out of the way as they began to fold back and ready a jump. Another one, vibrant in color, made an especially high leap. Noctis raised his hand to pull forth a barrio, but his mind clouded over, the wall raising and falling like the tides of the ocean. Something was wrong here, ever since he’d arrived…
The youth pushed himself onto the bellies of his palms, feeling them sink in the cold, moist dirt, even through the leather of his gloves, his ankles grabbing the thing by it’s face and flipping it over his head and right back to earth, meeting his blade slowly afterword, which had disappeared and reappeared within the sparse second between. Now glancing up, he saw the remaining one flee, jumping as fast and far as they could away from the Prince and his sword. He straightened his body and stood, giving his last victim a soft kick of curiosity. He’d never seen anything like this before.
But his peace was only momentary, now instinctively turning around to gaze into the forming mist, seeing two yellow orbs in the dark. His own eyes were beginning to fade, wane back to their birth color as they penetrated his surroundings, unable to shake the feeling that he was being watched.
“…” Still he did not speak, only waited, fingers tensing and un-tensing along the hilt of the falchion. It appeared to be a big… shape. With eyes. And now that his ears were attentive there was the soft sound of something hard, metal or steel, sliding against something. He weighed his options, he could run, there was nothing to gain by more needless fighting. But he knew his body would tire quickly. His breath held fast in his chest, time witch was moving so fast now slowing to the beat of his heart.
