Anywhere Is: An Anything Goes RP

Started by Tiny Jackalope, November 30, 2013, 04:34:02 PM

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estar222

[[Ok then. We shall have a fight. PM me the plan, though.]]
You want to know my name? My name? My name is not a word that I use anymore; you will never learn it. Instead, you can call me the colour that humans seem to think belongs to magic; you can call me the colour a monarch wears under his cape; you can call me Mauve.

Jetthebinturong

OOC: No, I will at least keep that a surprise. But fight cleanly instead of with your tricks, you'll see why
"In the meantime, no one should roam the camp alone. Use the buddy system."
"Understood." Will looked at Nico. "Will you be my buddy?"
"You're a dork," Nico announced.
~ The Hidden Oracle, Rick Riordan

estar222

Ashiga went to bed. The next day, he woke up and was on the roof again in minutes. He knew that Kogane at least could not climb, so he was safe-ish up here.

Well, no, that was a big lie. Kogane could climb fairly well, but not in an armoured chestplate at the very least, and Ashiga had always been better than him at most things anyway.


My, how things had changed.

Ashiga thought back to his childhood, when he and Kogane and Emlei had all been friends. Emlei had loved him from the first moment back then, and he'd loved her. Kogane had been his brother, in all but blood, and Ashiga would've died for him- he would have even fought honourably if Kogane had asked him to. Kogane was righteous. Emlei was beautiful.

Ashiga was just a scoundrel. A foul, foul liar, and a sickening example of somebeast who had thought itself good enough to live in the world. Ashiga bent his head down into his knees as he sat atop the roof, and he cried. He'd not cried in years, and for sure he'd never cried this much. Emlei hated him, and Kogane was going to kill him, and he hated himself more than anyone else did. He should have taken a knife to his wrists a long time ago, and gone with whatever semblance of honour a hired cutthroat can muster as his veins empty themselves into the bath.

But no.

He had made his choice.


Kogane would have his fight.

Kogane would have it honourably.


Ashiga accepted the inevitable, and made his way down to the courtyard, where he would meet his undoer, before going outside of the Holy Walls of Redwall Abbey to spill his blood.
You want to know my name? My name? My name is not a word that I use anymore; you will never learn it. Instead, you can call me the colour that humans seem to think belongs to magic; you can call me the colour a monarch wears under his cape; you can call me Mauve.

Cornflower MM

Russina banged again, this time harder and louder. She shouted, "Hoy the Abbey! Anyone there? I'm a Friend who would like to come in!!!"

Faiyloe

OOC: You can just play out that a unknown sister or brother opens the gate for you.
I am back... sort of... maybe... Hi?

Cornflower MM

OOC: Alright. I didn't know if someone took over that spt while I was gone.

BIC: Finally! Someone opened the gate! "Hi! My name is Russina. I'm a friend. I've never been here before; I'd love to meet everyone."

Jukka the Sling

Reina woke with a start from one of her nightmares. It was not yet dark (for she had gone to sleep quite early). In fact, there was a lot of daylight left and the sun was still shining warmly through the trees. Yet the ferretmaid shivered uncontrollably. She sat up and aimlessly poked at the fire with a stick. Right now she felt hopeless, tired, angry. What if she never caught up to Creulon?

Reina threw the stick in the fire and rested her chin in her paws. What will I do if that happens?
"The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater." ~J.R.R. Tolkien

Cornflower MM

Russina srhugged; The Sister hand't replied. She decided to wander around outside, and saw someone climbing down from the Roof. "Hello?" She called up.

estar222

"Hello?" Someone called up to him.

Oh dear. Already people were going to mock him- what had Kogane told them all about himn during the night?

"What is it, child?" Ashiga moaned. He felt like an old man, walking to Death's Door the day before he was destined to. Gradually, Ashiga Marutsu reached a height where he could drop safely to the floor, and let go of the building, falling the remaining 15 or so feet to the ground, and landing agilely on all four paws with barely a thud.

"So? What do you want?" He turned to the girl, his hands resting gently at the hilts of his swords.
You want to know my name? My name? My name is not a word that I use anymore; you will never learn it. Instead, you can call me the colour that humans seem to think belongs to magic; you can call me the colour a monarch wears under his cape; you can call me Mauve.

Cornflower MM

"Grumpy much? I just wanted to say hello. You're climbing skills are good! I don't I could go up that far, and I'm a squirrel."

Jukka the Sling

OOC: Something's wrong... for mostly everybody, it's nearly evening, but for Ashiga, it's the next morning!
"The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater." ~J.R.R. Tolkien

Cornflower MM


Tiny Jackalope

Nagi decided to give herself a little adventure. Today would be the day she broke into the famed Redwall Abbey.
*SMACKFACE*
a mere rebel... as mere as this dot -> .

Faiyloe

Hailey walked up the stairs and in to the infirmary.
I am back... sort of... maybe... Hi?

estar222

[[I know. I timeskipped a bit, sorry if I was overstepping my boundaries, but I didn't think anyone else had anything left to do.]]

"Grumpy? I'm going to die today, and it's going to be painful. If you were in my position, would you not be in a sour mood, child?" Ashiga growled in annoyance.
You want to know my name? My name? My name is not a word that I use anymore; you will never learn it. Instead, you can call me the colour that humans seem to think belongs to magic; you can call me the colour a monarch wears under his cape; you can call me Mauve.