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Post by loveboxer123 on Dec 8, 2018 19:51:31 GMT -6
Nascence A private rp between Boris and Tafari Setting: Nariah, just after Chapter 6 Boris and Tafari go shopping |
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Post by loveboxer123 on Dec 8, 2018 20:12:17 GMT -6
 Boris;Talori | Briem Emissary
“Honestly, if you were any slower, you'd be going backward.”
His skin itched below the magic covering it. New scars, mental and physical, scoured into his skin below the amulet he hid in his thick mane. He pulled it free from his neck as he wandered through the consul's quarters, aimlessly. After a while, he turned into the bathroom, taking advantage of hot water to fall onto his face.
He wanted it to make him feel better. It didn't. Boris was still tightly wound, muscles quivering. The sky shone above Nariah, but Boris never looked up for long, remembering when the rock came crashing down on the city below and he...he had nearly joined the countless horses who were crushed. Boris suddenly felt suffocated and left the bathroom, making a beeline for the gardens. He stumbled out into the fresh air, ruffling his wings. He gulped in breaths, taking a minute or two to stand out there, his wet hair stuck to his neck and his wings having fallen open.
He was so stressed it hurt. He jittered with anxiety and he wasn't sure when the last time he stepped outside of the consul quarters was. Except the gardens, Boris had avoided the streets as much as possible, not wanting to see the devastation.
He wandered inside once again, but stopped in the living room, staring at his hooves.
“Tafari?” He called into the apartment, and sulked when he didn't get an answer. Of course. The hippocampus was probably out helping. And what was good ol Boris up to? Oh thats right, holed up in his stupid room because he couldn't go outside without nearly collapsing. The stallion hissed at himself, taking his leave to his room.
And thats where he would be found as the morning wore into day, that or pacing the apartment nearly tearing his mane out over some paperwork.
He needed a break, but he was never good at that.
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Post by hydrus101 on Dec 11, 2018 23:31:09 GMT -6
 T A F A R I• Talori | Agent to Breim •
“That’s the thing about most spies. Sometimes we keep secrets from each other, or even from ourselves.”
Morning in the streets of Nariah was always busy. Vendors, early birds, children getting ready for school, there was always some sort of hustle and bustle going on and Tafari loved it. He hadn’t really been a city kid up until very recently but he found the tight knit streets invigorating.
The only reason the hippocampus was even out this early was to socialize. He’d made a habit of visiting a select few areas in an effort to mingle with his new temporary herd mates. The Breim were a suspicious people and Taffy had already worked his ass off to make sure his accent was at least passable and his manners were perfect. Even in the short time he’d bend there, he’d already managed to make connections and establish a semi solid relationship with a merchant who held some sympathy in their heart for the outcast Kawaru. By early afternoon, Tafari was already on his way home from meeting said aforementioned sympathizer, his cloak draped loosely over his back and a swagger in his step.
Dipping his head in greeting to the horses milling about outside, Tafari slipped inside the Consul’s quarters and stopped dead inside the door, letting his cloak slide off onto the floor. He could already hear the agonized mumbles from down the hall, which could only mean one thing. Padding softly as he could down the hall, Tafari moved to peer into Boris’s office before promptly taking a few steps back as the ruffled pegasus came storming out, looking frazzled as ever. By the looks of him, he’d been pacing for a while now, if the clumps of hair barely dangling from his mane were any indication.
At the sight of it, Tafari frowned. The cave in must’ve really gotten to him, he thought, brows furrowing deeper. Of course it had gotten to him, he’d almost been crushed beneath a giant boulder, how could anyone be okay after that? Regardless, his current state couldn’t be healthy, someone needed to step in. Swinging his massive tail slowly, the hippocampus blocked off the rest of the hallway, hoping to break Boris’s tunnel vision if even for a second.
”Whoa there buddy,” the palomino called softly, dreads swaying as he lowered his head slightly. ”Calm down a second. What’s wrong?”
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Post by loveboxer123 on Dec 16, 2018 17:21:56 GMT -6
Boris;Talori | Briem Emissary
“Honestly, if you were any slower, you'd be going backward.”
Boris stared at his hooves. Then at the clock. Then back at his hooves. Then, with a deep sigh, he stood, picking up his papers and beginning to wander in big circles around his room. He allowed the scrape of the pen to overlay his senses as he walked, slowly beginning to make murmurs. His stamp grew more and more aggressive, as he scratched against the papers, tossing one to the pile across the room. More and more and more words flashed by his eyes, catching in his glasses as he walked. Aimless, the scratching of the pen going from mind numbing and soothing, to making him almost punch a hole through the wall.
Boris tossed his head back with an aggravated growl, staring at the ceiling for several moments to try and get his focus back. But he was bored. No matter what he did, he got bored so fast it didnt even matter anymore. The palomino stomped a hoof against the plush carpet. He let out an agonized shout, storming from his room. He missed Tafari’s shape completely, fuming entirely about his own uselessness. That is, until the tail swept in front of him. He didn't stop in time.
He nearly tripped, and ended up with his front legs precariously over the top of the tail. Slowly, he pulled his legs back.
“Whatever do you mean Tafari?” He chimed, tail swishing. But even he knew he couldn't lie right now. He gave a strangled sigh, rubbing his forehead.
“Fine. You caught me. Im stressed out.” He grumbled, pulling off his glasses and briefly rubbed them against his chest.
“Would you like a medal?” Boris put his glasses on his muzzle once again, looking up at his friend through tired blue eyes. Quietly, he scratched his scar on his rump.
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Post by hydrus101 on Dec 16, 2018 23:52:27 GMT -6
T A F A R I• Talori | Agent to Breim •
“That’s the thing about most spies. Sometimes we keep secrets from each other, or even from ourselves.”
As the pegasus pitched forward, Tafari jolted toward the emissary, ready to catch him. Luckily, the featherbrain managed to not go sprawling across the floor and instead ended up with his front legs hooked over the hippocampus’s tail. Nearly rearing back, Tafari watched with a small smirk as Boris righted himself. Seems he wasn’t damaged enough to refuse the idea of making a snide remark. Raising an eyebrow, Tafari wordlessly watched Boris fiddle with his various accessories until he huffed and gave in.
“You? Stressed? I never could’ve guessed.” The hippocampus chuckled, rolling his eyes. Tafari would’ve teased him further, had the utterly exhausted look in his eyes not been as convincing. Letting his tail swish back behind him, Tafari turned in the hall and practically herded the stressed emissary out into the main living space. Time to play therapist.
“I think we need to get you out of the house for a bit, Boris,” Tafari said, his voice as loud and boisterous as ever, but now laced with concern. “I know that look. You’re overworking yourself again, aren’t you?” Without missing a beat, Tafari pressed on and continued herding the pegasus towards the door, tail curved like a blockade. “That can’t be healthy for you. Let’s go get some fresh air, hm? I know of this cafe down in the market district that makes the best tea in all of Nariah.”
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Post by loveboxer123 on Dec 22, 2018 8:58:17 GMT -6
Boris;Talori | Briem Emissary
“Honestly, if you were any slower, you'd be going backward.”
Boris did not expect to be herded down the hall like an unruly child. The young pegasus fluffed up, his feathering making him look like an upset chicken with goggles on. He rattled his wings, huffing as he stopped dragging his heels and began to step forward. The very action of dragging his heels and whining made the stern voice of Delphine curl through his head, followed by a harsh rebuke from his...the word made him gag and shiver..father.
Boris glared weakly at Tafari as he talked, ears flat to his neck.
“Tafari, Ive got paperwork!” He tried, but to no avail. It seemed the hippocampus was very determined, and as such, Boris found himself out the door without his cloak, blinking in the sunlight from the massive hole above. He stared at it for a long time, ears pinned back, before turning to Tafari.
“Tea?” He said, flicking his wings. He noticed the awed smiles he got for them here, unlike the disapproving frowns and mothers pulling their foals away like back home. In fact, a child was running up to them, a horse with three eyes, one sitting in the center of their little head. The foal stopped in front of the two with a goofy grin.
“You've got really pretty feathers mister!” Boris even cracked a smile at that, as the foal bowed quickly, then took off, probably to play.
“Children are...rather blunt, arent they.”
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Post by hydrus101 on Dec 31, 2018 20:37:58 GMT -6
T A F A R I• Talori | Agent to Breim •
“That’s the thing about most spies. Sometimes we keep secrets from each other, or even from ourselves.”
The little scamp was adorable really, though the third eye was still a little...unusual. Regardless, Tafari didn’t miss the way Boris’s face lit up ever so slightly at the compliment, some of the weight pulled from his feathered shoulders if even for a moment.
Feathers...Tafari had never been all that religious, it wasn’t a big deal for him, but he’d heard the stories from Boris and witnessed some of the prejudice himself when Talorians saw a pegasus. Here, everything was different. Feathers were respected, glorified, and if he were to be honest, Tafari appreciated it. They were all just horses after all. Who cares about who did what a few thousand years ago. It was in the past.
Pulling back to the present, Tafari gently knocked shoulders with the emissary. “Sure are, and see, you’re looking better already.”
Letting a small chuckle spill out, the hippocampus nudged Boris forward, hooves heavy on the stone floor. “But as you were saying, tea.”
Ushering them on like an excited child, Tafari stepped up to a teleportation pad that led to the post, pausing at the edge. With a short jerk of his head, he turned and grinned at his companion, letting his tail swish behind him. “After you.”
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Post by galekxy on Oct 3, 2019 19:06:45 GMT -6
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