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Post by brandvandet on Dec 13, 2017 23:19:13 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 508: Boredom  Team Leader: Joanna Participants: Baram, Tito, Tiga. Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: As the reclamation of Talori rages around you, you find yourself put in a room and told to wait. The sounds of battle resound outside the Palace walls and every ounce of your training wants to be out there in the thick of it. Instead, you are here, under the pretense of guarding your Sultan from the fray. Location: Talorian Palace Time of Day: Mid Afternoon Current Weather: Overcast, Light drizzle Please wait for your leader to post! |
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 13, 2017 23:19:25 GMT -6
joanna BUT I CAN TAKE IT FROM HERE
I'LL FIND MY OWN BRAVADOShe couldn’t stop pacing.
Remaining still was not an option. As the sounds of battle raged on outside, Joanna tried - and failed - to instead focus on the patter of her hooves against the cool floor.
Every inch of her being despised being here - this place was not her home, these strangers were not hers to protect. However, the choice was not hers to make. Her herd had gone ahead and traveled to a foreigner’s land to fight a war that was not theirs to fight in the first place.
Joanna swore under her breath. She detested the Talorians, but when it came down to it, she wouldn’t hesitate to take up arms if it meant defending her true brothers and sisters.
As she glanced at the other beings in the room, she choked down an aggravated sigh. This was not what she meant.
Her pelt prickled at the knowledge that war raged on just outside these walls, and she was stuck doing absolute shit with no way out. She was told that it was her job to protect the Sultan, to guide the apprentices, but it was complete bullshit to her. She saw right through it.
Joanna devoted years to training, swore to defend and protect her herd, and this was the result - being put on babysitting duty. She understood the importance of the job, but gods how she wished it was given to someone else. Her place was with her other Furies, out there, doing what she was born to do! Not... here, hiding behind stone walls with children and a sultan she didn’t know.
Joanna turned away from the group as she stretched out her wings and resumed her stride. _________________
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Post by Disastercorn on Dec 15, 2017 18:08:11 GMT -6
T I T O Male | Apprentice (Fury) | Serorian
This must have been some sick joke. But no one was laughing.
Nervous eyes flickered over the other four equines, noticing Joanna's anger and fury as if it was a fog that hung in the air. The tension was so thick, so unyielding. Wings remained clenched at his sides, trembling from how tight he held them there. This was all going to go so wrong, he just knew it. At any moment the doors where going to bust in and a mass od chaos was going to tidal wave into them, leaving them probably hurt maybe even killed!
Theirry had not prepared him enough for this sort of endeavor! Heartbeat raced in his ears, hooves stamped the ground every few moments. He had to get himself under control. An angry fighter was not a controlled fighter. Eyes closed, taking in a couple deep breaths, chest expanding and then deflating. Calm. Quiet- An object connected with the structure outside and the pegasus flared his wings, eyes wide. But it was a false alarm. So much for calm thinking... Shaking himself off he brought his wings back in again and turned to Baram.
"Can I get you some water or something, Baram? Anyone?"
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Dec 16, 2017 19:28:02 GMT -6
 TIGA
"You have to fight for your dreams, the world won't give you anything for free."
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Everyone was on edge, that much was painfully apparent in each of the warriors. Each wanted to be anywhere other than here, to be outside fighting along side their brothers and sisters in arms was her first choice but she also missed the dry air of Sedo. She hoped her mother was doing alright without her...Fursi was subject to fits of anxiety whenever she was separated from her daughter and Tiga felt remorse over leaving but at the same time it was her duty to be here helping the Talori reclaim their lands and yet here she was, sitting behind walls in the Talorian Palace and 'protecting' their Sultan. Tiga watched those around her with anxious violet eyes, each pegasus here she would lay her life down for but only out of duty. She knew none of them well, had only seem the other furies in passing and their new Sultan...well she had never had the honor of meeting their leader in such a manner. Usually she only say them while standing among a crowd but now there were only the four of them in here waiting out the storm of battle raging outside. This wasn't what she was trained for, Furies were fighters not body guards by rank, that was supposed to be left to the Warders for pity's sake!
She was pulled from her inner turmoil at the sound of Tito's voice and grimaced at the stallion, her tongue would have stuck out at him as well if they weren't in the presence of the Sultan but she had vowed to keep at least somewhat professional in front of Baram, who knew what could happen if she impressed them? "No thanks Tito." Was all Tiga said, keeping her voice rather monotone in order to disguise her irritation at the entire situation they were stuck in. She was only 15 and yet she stood on level with Joanna and above the others, at least in physical height. Her mother said she still had some growing to do even, who knew how tall she was going to be? Apparently the father she had never known was a tall beefy monster because she towered above her zebra mother even now. Tiga rolled her shoulders and unfurled her massive wings to their entire length pointed toward the sky, flexing her muscles and tried to think of anything other than her desire to fight.
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 20, 2017 0:44:30 GMT -6
baram
when the sun lights up your face
don't give me time, don't give me space
There wasn’t much for them to do here. While Baram held the title of Sultan, they firmly believed that that meant they were supposed to find the right person to do each job Serora needed done--even if that wasn’t them at times. It wasn’t about their ego, it never had been. They weren’t a fighter--and even if they were they couldn’t have been out there in the fray and leave Serora to another upheaval of leadership. They also weren’t the best with talking--and if they’d noticed anything at all about the Talorians during their time in Serora, it was that they were fantastically stuck up. Baram had had no reason to believe the ones left here that made up the rest of the Talorian Council were any less likely to be just as arrogant.
So they’d left the talking to Embryss and the rest of the Peacemakers, thinking people skilled as diplomats were better to bring than the rest of the administrators of their own Council. Besides, they had the second of these damned wars to prepare for. Still, there was a rage boiling in their belly as the screams and sounds of the battle shrieked by, only a small distance away through those standing walls. Every shout of pain came with a fury’s face, twisted by their imagination into pain.
They stared at the walls, both straining and dreading to hear anything from the outside. Their other senses faded into the background, eyes unfocusing as they still tried to listen. Focused so thoroughly on the external, it took a few moments to register a voice so close to them.
“N-no, thank you, Tito,” they said, offering a ghost of a smile as they wrenched attention back to those with them. Glancing at the other young furies, they could see the desire to be out and be free etched into each of them. “I’m sorry you’re all stuck in here with me.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2017 13:49:13 GMT -6
joanna BUT I CAN TAKE IT FROM HERE
I’LL FIND MY OWN BRAVADO
Joanna hummed lightly as the apprentices spoke, not answering as she continued her self imposed pacing, knowing that she technically could stop at any point but choosing not to do so. If she wasn’t already on the verge of shaking with anger Baram’s sudden input would make her flinch, but instead she just flicked an ear. She was trying to remain calm, and not lash out, gods that would not be good... “... I’m sorry you’re all stuck in here with me.”That just about did it for her. At a pace fast enough to give someone whiplash Joanna turned to Baram, exhaling harshly through her nostrils. She couldn’t care less if they heard her less than dignified response, and she muttered under her breath, “Me too.”The fury didn’t meet her Sultan’s eyes, though it was hardly out of fear - no, she didn’t care enough to find it within herself to respect them. They were her leader, true, but they were denying her her god given right and duty to protect and defend her people. What kind of leader would do that? It was too personal for her, and she wouldn’t doubt that they were penalizing her for her protests against the Talori treaty, and subsequently their decision to abide by it. As the sounds of battle raged on she turned to Tito and Tiga with a huff. ”Stay on guard.”_________________
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 23, 2017 22:47:53 GMT -6
Pagan As soon as Pagan left the room he had felt like puking. Whether the two mare's words had been false or not, the thought of Talori regularly murdering pegasus had him shaking, his breath coming in quick gasps. His wings had flayed uselessly in panic, his brain to frazzled right now to reel them in. He had almost taken off, his hooves lifting from the ground for but a moment. But no he couldn't be in that room, surrounded by those that had willingly seen this happen. His mind flashed to his brothers and his sisters, to Yeshua's dark wings and Joanna's vibrant feathers splashed with blood, specks of blue feathers littered around. It sickened him, his throat thick. So he had ran, ran from the room and not even looked back to see if anyone had followed. He doubted Embryss' would, she'd most likely be just as sickened but clear-headed enough to cry outrage and demand an answer.
Steeling himself, Pagan had run through the halls, ignoring anyone that past by, fighting or not. He didn't know which parts had been cleared and which were still occupied. He clutched his fan to his chest, the paper slipping open easily and the sharp edges revealing themselves even easier. He couldn't remember where the sultan was, what room them and the rest of the furies were, including his sister. Pagan merely kept moving forward, checking rooms and dashing every which way. He didn't know how long it took before he finally found them, the door to the room slamming open just as it had when he had left the council room. His eyes flicked over everyone's, lingering on his sister before he rushed forward, wings messily tucked to his sides. He was panicking he knew this but he couldn't help it, shaking his head and looking at the Sultan. Inhaling he finally managed to spit out " We can't do this! They- they - they murder those with wings!" It's all he could manage, his stutter full-blown and present. Gods, he hadn't panicked like this in ages, he was making a fool of himself, what would the others think what would-
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Post by Disastercorn on Dec 24, 2017 0:22:04 GMT -6
T I T O Male | Apprentice (Fury) | Serorian
The stallion hadn't any idea what to do. He watched helplessly as his sultan fought their own internal battle, being snapped at by the other equine who then quickly went back to stomping around. He was one of the young ones, not even sure why he had been brought along to this journey. Hidden behind a closed door with his Leader and two others... What did all this mean? Head dropped, feeling his own unsurety, unease, insecurity and novice energy flood the room.
It was hard to constantly be on edge. He could feel all of his muscles tight and angry.
Though as the door slammed open, the pegasus flared his large wings and blocked Baram from view, only to quiet as Pagan registered in his directory of equines. Feathers fluttered and quickly folded away against his sides. Panting, chest heaving and eyes wide the young fury pranced in place before tossing his head. "I don't understand Pagan... Where you running?" With a small breath he tried to calm his racing heart, looking around the room to see everyone else's reactions.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Dec 24, 2017 1:31:18 GMT -6
TIGA
"You have to fight for your dreams, the world won't give you anything for free."
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The sound of Baram's soft voice gave no comfort to the young fury, and they only seemed to irritate Joanna. Part of Tiga wanted to flinch at the sight of her superior showing such irrational disrespect, while she might not agree with her leader on some of their views the mare knew it was only her place to follow them no matter what. She didn't have the training, or brains, to understand the complexity of what a diplomat (or leader for that matter) had to deal with on a daily basis and the idea of herself leading made Tiga's feathers fluff in worry. She had a hard enough time controlling and doing what was best for herself let alone an entire herd, she couldn't imagine-
SLAM
Tiga stiffed much like Tito had, her wings already being held above her head in a stretch merely fanned out in a defensive manner, trying to make herself look even bigger than she was. Years of training quickly kicked into gear causing her to fall back on her haunches, readying herself to rocket forward or into the air but upon identifying the intruder as Pagan the mare began to relax. The sensation of relief that flooded her veins was quickly replaced with pure outrage, there was no way she was hearing her elder right was she? They murder those with wings?!
Considering Pagan's frantic expression coupled with the fact that 'they' murder those with wings Tiga was left to conclude that the 'they' that he was referring had to be the Talorians, there was no way that she could rationalize The Flight (which were mostly a pegasus resistance from what she had seen and or heard) could be killing their own kind in targeted cold blood. With this new information there was no way Baram could now justify Serora's military involvement in the reclamation of Aquore. At least there was nothing they could say to convince Tiga if Pagan's words turned out to be true, and considering who Pagan was she had her doubts that they would lie about something as sickening as this. Only a twisted mind could conjure such an idea! To murder those just because their backs were adorned with Alya's blessing of wings?! Instead of helping Talorians they should now be backing The Flight. Such heinous acts against Pegasus kind couldn't be ignored in her eyes and demanded retribution.
The feathers that covered Tiga's body ruffled, feeling the pure outraged energy radiating off of Joanna at hearing Pagan's words electrified the mare, egging her on to unleash her own fury upon those lying Talorians! Heart pounding in her chest Tiga reared and unleashed a small gust of wing with a mighty flap of her large wings before crashing her hooves into the floor beneath her, "How could they?!" She shrieked in outrage, her entire body shook as she tried to process what she had heard and the emotions that coursed through her veins. The fish scum dared beg Serora for their aid in reclaiming a kingdom lost to so called 'terrorists' while withholding such crucial information and a possible cause for how the uprising even began. Tiga knew she would wish to overthrow such a tyranny and genocide upon her own people if confronted with such sickening information, the wish to murder those who were killing her own kind bubbled deep within her gut even now. She was barely able to stifle the urge to find the Talorian leaders and murder them now only by knowing that Pagan had further to say and she needed to hear his explanation.
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 27, 2017 0:53:38 GMT -6
baram
when the sun lights up your face
don't give me time, don't give me space
Since that morning, an age away, an eternity away, there had been a knot of nausea tangling in their stomach. They’d tried to rationalize it away as seasickness, some weird effect of the humidity, or simply just something they’d ate--but they knew it was dread. They felt like they’d swallowed every sour thought, choked them down because it was the only choice. It was the only true option they’d been left with--ideals had to be abandoned for actuality.
They wished many times they were back on the rugs in Cardinal’s library, making lofty moral statements with the surety that came from any absence of consequences. They liked to think it was duty that dragged them to proclaim their name for the election but perhaps it was just misplaced pride. Baram just thought they knew better. Now they weren’t sure they knew anything.
At Pagan’s words the snarl in Baram’s stomach burst, spilling acidic horror all through them. Their mind, ready with the inconsistencies they’d been struggling with from the first mention of this treaty, assembled the picture neatly with this last piece. The Talorian “sensibilities” that resulted in those odd glances, the obsessive secrecy, the near uniform species of their “terrorists,” it all finally made sense. Disgust coated their tongue as they struggled to find words to respond. Disgust at themself.
“Pa...Pagan,” they said, trying to force up the words before they felt something else rising in their throat. They whirled, shoving past Tito for a corner of the room as they vomited bile into an urn. Hot and sickly smelling of spoiled milk it was an apt scent for this revelation. A moment of childish resentment choked them as they waited to make sure everything had come up. This wasn’t their crusade, wasn’t their call to have created this cursed treaty that had trapped them. Osprey and the administration had agreed to this and then Osprey had vanished.
It didn’t matter, though.
Baram was the one that was here now. They wiped their face and turned to face the others, to answer. Joanna and Tiga were accusatory, Pagan panicked and Tito confused and concerned. “We,” they stopped to clear their throat. “We need to do something.”
Joanna was far from their biggest fan but it was to her that they looked, as the commanding combat leader. “Can you keep us safe out there?”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 14:09:39 GMT -6
joanna BUT I CAN TAKE IT FROM HERE
I’LL FIND MY OWN BRAVADO
The door slammed open and there stood her brother, heaving and wide eyed. Joanna’s instincts drove her to go to him, but his words had stopped her in her tracks. All at once, it clicked. Her fears, her concerns, her anger at their secrecy, their ways, their lies. The satisfaction of her suspicions being proven true was short lived, and soon it turned to bile in her mouth. Joanna didn’t speak - she could barely listen as the apprentices spoke, though her eyes did latch onto Baram as they grew sick. They were the one that brought them here. Her anger was red hot, and she bared her teeth in a snarl. Her rage was by no means directed solely towards the Sultan (no, that would be reserved for the Talorians), but they were the ones her vision focused on. Luckily for Baram, they cut her off before she could even open her mouth. “... Can you keep us safe out there?”Joanna stared back at them for one silent beat, and then nodded resoundingly. “Yes.” She glanced at the children, and then to her brother. Their wings shone, and she pinned her ears back, feeling her own feathers prickle. “Stay close to me.” Specifically focusing on the apprentices, she gave one final command. “Protect your Sultan and Peacemaker.”_________________
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Post by Disastercorn on Dec 27, 2017 15:15:35 GMT -6
T I T O Male | Apprentice (Fury) | Serorian
The smells in the room bombarded his nose. First it was the rush of emotions and anger, hate and deceit. Than it was the pungent aroma of Baram stomach, emptying into the plant's base in the corner. He swallowed down his own need to gag and quickly looked away from the Sultan. Wings fluttered from his uneasiness, hooves hitting the ground in a nervous prance. This was too too much... It hadn't really hit yet what all these words around him meant. The pegasus was overwhelmed to say the least and his inability to process as quickly as everyone was proving a fault for him right now.
Before he really knew what was happening, Joanna's eyes burrowed into him, sending fear and a bit of confidence through him. Mostly fear. Protect the sultan. Protect the peacekeeper. Swallowing hard, his head nodded, Forelock spilling forward before he quickly brought his head back up and flared his wings. Thierry's training and all those days labouring away with him needed to pay off now. The little white pegasus would be so proud if they made it back in one piece! Stepping slowly he moved himself to Pagan's side and gave a nod to the other two Furies. He would flank the peacekeeper, keeping the peacekeeper and the sultan with their shoulders together, Joanna in the front and hopefully Tiga on Baram's other side. Flanking and defending. They could do this. It was what he had been trained for.
"Till the wind leaves my lungs!"
Muscle memory kicked in and the pegasus started forward when Joanna opened the doors, ready and waiting for the hell that awaited for them.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Dec 28, 2017 0:13:52 GMT -6
TIGA
"You have to fight for your dreams, the world won't give you anything for free."
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Having grown up a rather reckless child Tiga was used to seeing blood, gore and vomit flash before her eyes but seeing her leader retreat to a pot in the corner before their stomach emptied into the poor plant made the mare jerk back in alarm. Her rage evaporated, twisting swiftly into disgust and uncertainty. The sight of ones leader showcasing such a cowardly act shook her almost to the core, a hairline crack developed in her resolve but was quickly patched by Joanna's own fury, resolve and simple command.“Protect your Sultan and Peacemaker.”
Quickly swallowing any uncertainty that might reside in her veins Tiga hardened her resolve, the Talorians would answer for their crimes, she would make sure of that. Pagan would have to explain later, she would listen to his words when they came but until then she had lives to protect.
Tiga fell into step with Tito, formulating the same plan and rushed to Baram's side. If they got split up she would stick with Baram and protect her Sultan with her life if need be, but if Alya was merciful it would never come to that. Hearing her comrades words of encouragement Tiga wished she knew what to say back, to show that she was ready for anything the scum could throw at her now but her previous words left her chest feeling hollow. There was nothing she could find to say so the mare merely nodded, her two toned mane bouncing with the movement as she flared her elegant wings. Talori would feel the wrath of wings once more. The feeling of her familiar Boomerang strapped to her hip comforted the mare, she readied her teke to pull the weapon from its sheath if trouble should arise. Taking a deep breath of the unfamiliar talorian air Tiga made a silent prayer to Alya that she would make it though this day and be able to return to Sedo...to see her mother one more time...
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 4, 2018 11:10:30 GMT -6
baram
when the sun lights up your face
don't give me time, don't give me space
Baram counted it a blessing Joanna chose to to cut her tongue from a rightful lashing. With an efficient flurry, Joanna ordered the young furies into formation.They gathered around them, and Baram found themself pressed into Pagan slightly as they faced the door. Still mentally reeling from the revelation, they pressed into Pagan slightly both to give support and to get it. They’d inherited a tragedy with their station that kept compounding it seemed. They began to wonder horribly if Osprey’s walk to the desert had been more about running away than following an order.
Baram tried to shut that thought out as uncharitable and definitely unhelpful.
Besides, they were now moving, the five of them winding carefully down corridors as Joanna scouted cautiously ahead. Outside, the battle was still raging but to step out and shout at the fighters would be pointless suicide. Most likely they would get two words out before a courageous flight member if they weren’t heard...or a zealous guardian if they were...did something to silence them. No, they had to see what they could do from the ground. They could find Hawkeye and argue for amnesty for the flight, demanding that any prisoners be remanded to Seroran care. Baram damn sure didn’t trust them with the Talorians now.
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 24, 2018 23:07:47 GMT -6
Your plot is complete! Stay tuned for a wrap-up journal!20 AP and 20 CS to all participants!
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