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Magellan · **08-07-2013, 11:41 AM**

((Hey all! Please feel free to jump in and join me if you like, or I shall simply keep adding pieces as the inspiration hits))

My Soul to Keep

Nica: http://i40.tinypic.com/205z4.png

Pale white, skin of the moon, she seldom shows her teeth. Eyes aglow; shimmering gold - minute observations made beneath layers of distance as vast as the Thanalan desert sands surrounding the city she was in.

Nica, by name; Keeper of the Moon, and prowler of night - distant in soul as the stars shining quietly over the Ul'dah streets. A bundle of cute and tragedy wrapped in a petite, five foot frame. She walked with a shuffling, directionless, stumble as the blood on her side dripped through her robe and touched in rhythmic splashes onto the dry sand beneath her bare feet.

Slumping against a wall; her hand guided her, seeing what her eyes could not. Not that she was blind, but the great golden orbs that were her pupils stared unfocused, while her hand clutched her side. Sticky. Wet. She lifted the bloody palm in front of her face and slowly blinked. As the nighttime activities of the shady city-state went unnoticed around her, she sat with a plop. Her legs no longer seemed to work.

She stared at them; watched her toes move, and wondered who these feet belonged to.

"Who am I?" She asked.

Unlikely_Arcanist · **08-07-2013, 11:52 AM**

(08-07-2013, 11:41 AM)Magellan Wrote: ((Hey all! Please feel free to jump in and join me if you like, or I shall simply keep adding pieces as the inspiration hits))

My Soul to Keep

Pale white, skin of the moon, she seldom shows her teeth. Eyes aglow; shimmering gold - minute observations made beneath layers of distance as vast as the Thanalan desert sands surrounding the city she was in.

Nica, by name; Keeper of the Moon, and prowler of night - distant in soul as the stars shining quietly over the Ul'dah streets. A bundle of cute and tragedy wrapped in a petite, five foot frame. She walked with a shuffling, directionless, stumble as the blood on her side dripped through her robe and touched in rhythmic splashes onto the dry sand beneath her bare feet.

Slumping against a wall; her hand guided her, seeing what her eyes could not. Not that she was blind, but the great golden orbs that were her pupils stared unfocused, while her hand clutched her side. Sticky. Wet. She lifted the bloody palm in front of her face and slowly blinked. As the nighttime activities of the shady city-state went unnoticed around her, she sat with a plop. Her legs no longer seemed to work.

She stared at them; watched her toes move, and wondered who these feet belonged to.

"Who am I?" She asked.

Excellent! I don't think I could do better but here goes nothing!Â Smile

She looks up and sees a tall tanned Highlander staring down at her. A few seconds go by with no answer and then he kneels down slowly, his face on a few inches away from hers. He looks pierces the young Miqo'te with his deep green eyes and gives a malevolent smirk. He opens his mouth and says, "...."

I'll let you guys decide on that Wink

Vlll · **08-07-2013, 11:52 AM**

(How would go about adding to it? Newbie question)

Magellan · **08-07-2013, 12:32 PM**

(08-07-2013, 11:52 AM)Vlll Wrote: (How would go about adding to it? Newbie question)

((If your character was in Ul'dah, passing by, and saw this happening, how would they react? Describe their actions, and what they would say. Its as simple as that =). However, you can't force actions on another player, only offer possibilities. For example, if your character wanted to tackle Unlikely, you would write; 'VLLL lunged at the hyur, trying to knock him off balance'. That would give Unlikely the control to decide whether or not his character gets knocked over. If you wanted to scoop Nica up and run her to a clinic, or drown her in the ocean, you would write something like; 'VLLL went to scoop the Miqo'te up, sensing she was in danger/in desperate need to throw her in the ocean'. That way I get to decide if Nica is scooped up or not.

Make sense? I'll wait for you to post. Rawr! :3

*squeals in excitement at new rpers entering the thread* it'll be a great chance to learn!))

Unlikely_Arcanist · **08-07-2013, 12:40 PM**

(08-07-2013, 12:32 PM)Magellan Wrote:
(08-07-2013, 11:52 AM)Vlll Wrote: (How would go about adding to it? Newbie question)

((If your character was in Ul'dah, passing by, and saw this happening, how would they react? Describe their actions, and what they would say. Its as simple as that =). However, you can't force actions on another player, only offer possibilities. For example, if your character wanted to tackle Unlikely, you would write; 'VLLL lunged at the hyur, trying to knock him off balance'. That would give Unlikely the control to decide whether or not his character gets knocked over. If you wanted to scoop Nica up and run her to a clinic, or drown her in the ocean, you would write something like; 'VLLL went to scoop the Miqo'te up, sensing she was in danger/in desperate need to throw her in the ocean'. That way I get to decide if Nica is scooped up or not.

Make sense? I'll wait for you to post. Rawr! :3

*squeals in excitement at new rpers entering the thread* it'll be a great chance to learn!))

I'm glad to participate Magellan! Now lets hope I can do it right! Tongue

Teardrop · **08-07-2013, 12:52 PM**

The Weaver's work was on display across the way from where Isobeau stood in the shadows. Fate would take this Miqo'te's life, or fate would not, but whether or not the Duskwight's own life thread would become interwoven with this one's depended on what happened in the next few moments.

Isobeau continued to look down the darkened avenues, watching and waiting for those who might be pursuing their lost prey, or tracking their botched execution.

Magellan · **08-07-2013, 01:01 PM**

Are you lost, kitten?

The words reach her from far away, and she looks up at the tan highlander, a flicker of curiosity darkening within her eyes. She tries to sit up, mewling in pain as she does.

"Master?" She asks. "Is that you?"

She shakes her head, trying to clear it; so many odd thoughts tumbling around inside it. If any were to check the back of her head, they would notice the lump from the blow struck there, with dried blood caked to her white, dark-highlighted hair.

"Tell me what to do..." she mumbles. "Nica is... lost."

Unlikely_Arcanist · **08-07-2013, 04:49 PM**

(08-07-2013, 01:01 PM)Magellan Wrote: Are you lost, kitten?

The words reach her from far away, and she looks up at the tan highlander, a flicker of curiosity darkening within her eyes. She tries to sit up, mewling in pain as she does.

"Master?" She asks. "Is that you?"

She shakes her head, trying to clear it; so many odd thoughts tumbling around inside it. If any were to check the back of her head, they would notice the lump from the blow struck there, with dried blood caked to her white, dark-highlighted hair.

"Tell me what to do..." she mumbles. "Nica is... lost."

"Perfect", the Highlander thinks to himself.

"My poor dear Nica! What has happened to you? All bloodied and beaten! Why here, let good ol' Lodine bring you back home."

The Highlander picks up the wounded miqo'te and holds her in his arms.Â
"This is too easy", he thinks.Â

Halfway down the alley he sees an elezen looking on. Their eyes lock and Lodine stands there for a second, and then shouts, "whata you lookin' at ya wench?!", and quickens his pace down the alley.

Magellan · **08-07-2013, 06:19 PM**

Something felt... wrong. Master was never this kind. Nor had she heard the name Lodine before. As the man paused to yell at someone, Nica turned her head, and looked curiously at the Duskwight. She was pretty; half her face was the moon, and half her face was the night sky, and she couldn't tell which half she liked better.

"Whata lookin at ya wench!" the man cried, before walking away.

Nica placed her head against his shoulder, to peer over it at the receding Duskwight. Were all pretty people called wenches? She would have to remember that, for future use.

Part of her wanted to purr, part of her wanted to get away, and part of her waited for further instruction. Master would tell her what to do, he always had. Master... her eyes slid shut... Nica won't fail...

"I promise," she said.

Teardrop · **08-07-2013, 06:39 PM**

Isobeau shoved herself off the wall in a casual saunter, as the Hyur carrying the wounded Miqo'te wasn't necessarily making good time down the alleyway, but the Duskwight did not care to overtake the two...yet.

"Are you claiming some right of salvage over this one?" the Elezen said, motioning towards the cradled cat-girl. "Because I don't really think she was yours to begin with." Her sensitive hearing began to scan the area for any further sounds of pursuit echoing down the pathway. That Hyur had not been the one to wound the Mi'qote, Isobeau was fairly sure, and she wanted to ensure the ones who did weren't about to storm onto the scene, before letting Nymeia spin her wheel any further.

Vlll · **08-07-2013, 06:43 PM**

"Whata lookin at ya wench!"

Vlll had barely spent over two moons in Ul'Dah, but he wasn't used to such foul language outside of the muddy streets of Pearl Lane. He looked over the extensive lists that Serendipity had handed to him, and saw a Hyur lifting a Miqo'te while shouting profanities at a fellow Duskwight with quite an unusual face.

Something about the scene seemed out of place, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Vlll moved closer to the Duskwight, his curiosity sparked (as always).

"Is everything ok?" - he asked.

Before getting his answer, however, the Duskwight followed the Hyur through the alleys. Something certainly was going on, and he wanted to know more. Tucking the materials list in his pocket, he followed quietly.

(My first try at a story)

Magellan · **08-07-2013, 08:39 PM**

((very nicely done VLLL - welcome to Roleplay!! *hugs*))

Nica was being followed now by the night sky and a half-moon; both things she liked. She continued to peer over Lodine's shoulder at them, even making a small reaching motion with her hand...

... until the pain in her side flared up again. She whimpered, and drew her hand back.

"Master..., I think the wench and the man want to talk to us. Maybe... one of them can help fix Nica..."

Teardrop · **08-07-2013, 11:34 PM**

Isobeau nodded slightly at the white-haired Duskwight matching her pace behind the shuffling Hyur and the mewling Miqo'te. It was common for her kind to form instant bonds when faced with collective adversity. Experience taught the shadowy Elezen that there were very few upon Eorza they could safely rely upon 'cept themselves.

"Far be it for me to play the vigilante, but if this one gets anywhere near the authorities, the story quickly becomes we were the ones that bloodied his date, and you know as well as I who they will believe, and what happens next." She turned to look directly at her new companion, locking his gaze with a single amber eye. "This is where Nymeia's wheel is set to spin the critical thread in the night's tapestry. Our fates are either soon to be entangled with that of the Miqo'te's, or they are not."

The two dusky Elezen continued to follow in silence for a few moments.

"Its almost too delicious a moment to interrupt. I do love to watch the Fickle Goddess weave her wares." Isobeau whispered through an almost rapturous half-smile.

Unlikely_Arcanist · **08-08-2013, 04:30 PM**

After Lodine had shouted to the duskwright he made note to quicken his pace. "Nica" as the miqo'te had called herself, started to mumble something to him. But it did not matter, nothing mattered now. As he kept on walking he noticed the soft touch of the miqo'te's skin. Soon malicious thoughts began to swarm in Lodine's mind.

"Such perfect skin, such perfect.... meat!"

Lodine was no ordinary outcast. Forced to hide many moons ago for the taboo he had commited in his earlier days.Â

Then he felt a presence. That damn duskwright was following him! And it looks as though she had brought a friend!Â

Normally he would have confronted such people.... but something about that elezen. Her gaze... piercing!

He would have to think of something. His plans would be ruined if he did not think quickly!

Why... his dinner would be spoiled.

Vlll · **08-08-2013, 09:15 PM**

Vlll kept running behind the group, trying to keep up. The look from the mysterious Duskwight confirmed something was certainly off. The pace of the Hyur, however, was quite fast for someone carrying weight, and at this rate he would manage to flee or reach a guard before being caught. He remembered one of the teachings from his mentor.

"If you can't beat them, outsmart them."

Taking a detour, he ran towards an Aetheryte. If he couldn't run as fast as the Hyur, he would teleport ahead of where he was running.
When he appeared on a different Aetheryte, he could see the chase from ahead, but he still had to find a way to try and stop them without harming the Miqo'te.

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