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Post by Queerly on Dec 15, 2017 10:16:02 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 508: The Game Team Leader: Devasha Participants: Cael, Cirilla, Doe, Ferdinan, Grange, JJ, Thaio, Azel (NPC) 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: If you’re in here for even one more day with your siblings, you swear you’re just going to scream! Chevaliers that you keep getting told not to pester parade through your daily routine, shifting posts as they routinely get “fired” by your mom whenever she gets into one of her moods (which is pretty often as she’s stuck in here with you too). It’s a spectacularly boring existence for you kids, even if your big siblings keep trying to make it bearable. Oops, they seem to have invented another game they want you to try. Better hide. Location: Valore, Soleil Villa Time of Day: Noon Current Weather: Clear, Cool Leader is posted!
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Post by Queerly on Dec 15, 2017 10:42:37 GMT -6
It had been a long three months. Chaos had given way to persistent monotony, the novelty of the isolated, noble villa having faded mere days after their arrival. It was a massive property, certainly, but that meant little to Devasha when there was simply nothing to do. 'Bodyguards' flanked their every movement, and the sudden watchfulness of Isador's eyes and ears put her on edge. Most infuriatingly of all, it had put a temporary halt on her business plans. It had ultimately left her without purpose, and even reading had become a chore these days.
Her mother had never been known for her attentiveness to her numerous children, but even Devasha had never seen her like this before. Withdrawn from the world, the loss of both Amadeus and Ron had shattered her in a way her daughter had not thought possible. Although even Devasha had to admit the loss of her step father had caused a tug in her chest, a hard pit that refused to fade no matter how often she attempted to will it away, her mother's lack of involvement was most difficult on her younger siblings. They were used to running wild, as they all were, but even they required some form of structure. Albeit grudgingly, the responsibility had come to fall upon herself and her fellow elder siblings to enforce said structure. Hardly an enjoyable situation, though she supposed it kept her busy.
Devasha found herself in the corner of the common room she had come to claim for herself, nestled beside the unlit hearth with a stack of books. Glittering windows rose to her right, allowing natural light to flood the room, and opened into a massive, cobbled courtyard just beyond. Evening had dipped the sky a darker hue, though even then just enough light was available to see the words before her.
Although she had poured over the same page numerous times, the words were fleeting within her mind. The voices of her siblings echoed nearby, growing in volume as someone played, or bickered; she wasn't entirely sure which, nor did she truly care. Despite being willing to intervene when necessary, Devasha much preferred if they worked out their issues without bothering her.
A sudden clinking of shattered glass assaulted her ears, and the book was slammed closed with an audible thud, a heavy, uneven breath hissing between her teeth. Devasha slowly stood then, pacing forward to regard her siblings, mouth turned upwards in a weak impersonation of a smile.
"Why don't we all try and play a game?"
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Post by striaga on Dec 15, 2017 16:22:05 GMT -6
J J
Well.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. JJ had been horrified by the death of Amadeus (because he had been a child, and that was just unsightly), but after a time in this hellhole of a Villa, she had discovered that there was at least one upside to it--not counting watching Cirilla infuriate the rest of her family in an absolutely hysterical fashion.
This upside happened to be the striking pegasus that Emin Lilith owned. Doe, her name was. JJ had been stricken with her just about immediately. The wings, the hair, the eyes; Cascade, she looked brilliant. Once upon a time, JJ would have been a bit shier about things, but she'd been crammed into the villa and hadn't seen as much Crucible action these days. It left her a bit fired up. Ornery. Ready to start something. Or, more aptly, ready to be obnoxious and flirt at literally every opportunity that she could, because Doe was soft and gentle and JJ liked her a great deal.
Devasha said...something about a game, but JJ was tucked into the corner. A fight erupted that JJ only half cared about-or maybe it was a playful bout of aggression, like JJ had instructed Cirilla. She'd TOLD the girl to swing fast and swing hard once she got the chance. Kick ass. Take names. Break teeth. Break bones. Whatever. It was all the same. JJ couldn't give a fuck about Aodh or the horses in it, really. But she did care about, like. Cirilla.
And Doe.
"So, anyways," JJ murmured, low and quiet, kind of bragging and also subtly flexing her muscles for Doe's benefit (as she did often), "I got blessed twice. That's cool, huh? One of them's one of Cascade's Holy ones. So that means, I dunno, shit...I did my part." JJ looked down at her tattoos. "...you, uh. Think I should get more of these?"
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Post by NorthernMyth on Dec 16, 2017 2:45:36 GMT -6
The past few months had been torture. At first, it was nice not needing to leave the villa. Getting lost in a book over the mourning of both his father, Ron and then Amadeus. The shock had taken a while to overcome but once it did, a blanket nest and wet soaked pages seemed to be his only comfort. The colt rarely left his room and only on request of his mother and to bathe. Meals were delivered to his door and were left in the same place. Sometimes empty, sometimes just picked at. The spiraling downfall of Autumn into Winter delved quickly and Thaio had barely noticed. The Villa became restless after about 2 weeks of this. And at this point Thaio, like the rest of his siblings, they were at the end of their tethers.
Thaio stormed out of his room, throwing the door open violently before shouting for his younger half-sister, Cirilla. Heavily stepping in the hall. The noise echoing down the corridor. “FOR THE LAST TIME, I TOLD YOU NOT TO TAKE MY BOOKS WITHOUT ASKING!” He continued before attempting to shove the door open, but only getting a faceful of the solid door. “I hope you pray to Ignacio, you better open this door” Thaio growled in annoyance, again jiggling the door handle. “Cirilla!” At that the door swung open, a gust of air blasting in the Colts face. It wasn’t long before their bickering traveling down the other end of the hall. Before long it had gotten out of hand and their bickering changed into arguing. Thaio bumped the side table next to Cirilla’s room, toppling a vase. It and its contents bursting upon impact with the marble.
“Look what you made me do!” Thaio hissed “That was your fau--” Before he could finish, Devasha interrupted. The dark-coated teen kept his ears back as his slightly older sibling exited the common room. Rolling his eyes as she moved forward.
“Why don't we all try and play a game?” Devasha proclaimed
Thaio sarcastically chuckled, mused by his sister's request. “Dear Sister, Whatever do you mean? Aren’t we a little old to be playing games?” His eyes slid over to Cirilla. “Well At least for me I think.” a sly grin lined his lips “But I believe Cirilla here is childish enough to play your silly little game.” The colt snobbily threw his nose up in a pouting manner, expecting a reaction from the younger pegasus. A small smile curled the edges of his lips though protesting to keep straight.
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Post by hey-stardust on Dec 16, 2017 4:59:34 GMT -6
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CIRILLA | AODH | COMMONER
these sentiments are second-hand.
Had she (see JJ) borrowed books without permission? Perhaps. Were they now missing crucial elements that were absolutely pertinent the story? Absolutely.
Still, there was no need to yell.
Hearing Thaio thunder towards her room, Cirilla was quick to push against the handle with a flick of her teke; casually fighting for control without much effort having been placed on her part. As his attempts grew steadily more desperate, Ciri finally allowed the contact to break off and let the door swing violently inwards, watching almost serenely as the colt half stumbled, half fell through the entrance via his own locomotion.
She bared her teeth in a grin at him, further igniting the flame and continuing to play dumb as he demanded the whereabouts of his beloved novels. As he berated her, Thaio grew blind to his surroundings, eventually stumbled into one of the gaudy vases that decorated the increasingly cramped villa, smashing it abruptly. At the sound of its demise, Devasha found herself reluctantly drawn to the scene, trying to intervene. Cirilla was almost content to turn around and return to her room as soon as the suggestion of a game left her sister’s mouth…
Until Thaio felt the need to butt in, that is.
“… I believe Cirilla here is childish enough to play your silly little game.”
His snide gaze did not escape her, and with a ruffle of feathers, Cirilla turned on Thaio and he got the reaction he was waiting for.
Throwing her weight back onto her hind legs, Cirilla reared up with a sneer that crinkled her spotted nose, and slapped her half-brother hard across the face with an outstretched wing.
“Tag. Guess you’re it.”
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Post by ThatDenver on Dec 16, 2017 8:37:22 GMT -6
AZEL
Three months might as well be three eternities for a child.
At first, Azel had been relatively content to stay in the villa, the weight of the events that had him locked in there partially escaping his young mind. He understood the concept of death, and the permanence of it, but was also entirely too self-absorbed to mourn. No, Azel’s main concern was how this affected him. And as of right now, three months into this luxurious prison, it was affecting him altogether too much.
Azel was used to freedom, and perhaps more importantly, not used to being so closely confined with all his siblings, many of whom were significantly older than him, and as such, boring.
Boring, boring, boring.
Being bored made Azel upset – and being upset only amplified the inherent entitlement of the noble bastard child. Usually he would have pestered his mother to fix it, but Lilith too seemed impotent in the face of this problem, and not in the mood to deal with her kids.
It was this that confused and scared Azel more than the deaths, or the lock-up itself – the fact that his mother was apparently unable to get them out of there. He was used to his mother being able to get whatever she, or her children, wanted, when she bothered to make it so.
Azel was amusing himself by ripping leaves out of an already abused houseplant when the argument erupted between some of his siblings. He lifted his head from this petty amusement, not concerned for the well-being and mental health of his siblings, but merely curious about the entertainment that this might present.
He got closer to Cirilla and Thaio to watch their argument unfold, but quickly abandoned them to rush up to Devasha instead.
Azel didn’t even turn his head at the slap behind him, instead loudly exclaiming: “I want to play a game!”
And since he was the youngest of those in the room, what he wanted mattered the most.
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OOC: Meet Azel, a bratty 7 year old, here to play games.
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Post by fynli on Dec 16, 2017 17:16:50 GMT -6
Doe hated being cooped up.
There was a certain itch in her wings that grew whenever she was stuck in one place for a long time. Three months was certainly enough to make that itch unbearable. The feathers on her wings had finally grown back after she’d pulled them out due to stress. Peach had spent countless hours guarding on her back just to keep her from turning her teeth on herself. Now, he claimed the spot between her wings as his permanent seat, preferring to be carried by Doe rather than walk on his own. He was so spoiled.
Now all that Doe did was just stare blankly into the room, lost in her own thoughts. She was settled nearby with JJ, Cirilla’s pit slave. While the two had lived together in the palace, Doe had never been fully acquainted with the mare. That didn’t mean she hadn’t noticed JJ’s presence- I mean, who could ignore the size of her?
The husky voice of JJ pulled her out of her thoughts, round eyes turning up to look at the mare. Doe stared at her in confusion as the pit fighter started talking about her blessings, a quizzical smile appearing on her muzzle. She laughed quietly, finding it charming and amusing when large horses (especially pit fighters) tried to be smooth around her. She’d lived in Aodh long enough to at least begin to pick up on flirting, even if the boldness of it still evaded her.
“Cascade must think you’re pretty special,” Doe teased, following JJ’s eyes as she motioned towards her tattoos. She was about to comment when a crash and children bickering startled her. Feathers fluffed up in fright and Peach making a low noise of complaint from her back, Doe watched nervously as Devasha left to go settle the spat between her siblings. Pulled from the momentary glee of flirting, the servile’s thoughts went to her distraught mistress and immediately worried for her.
“Do you think we should do something?” Doe glanced back at JJ, ears pulled back in concern.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Dec 16, 2017 22:30:50 GMT -6
Grange || Servile Slave || Post One
If he had to listen to those damnable kids for even one more godforsaken moment, Grange was going to start skewering children, and make himself a nice kid-kebab on the end of his horn. How in Ignacio's name he had ended up as a nursemaid, the Champagne stallion couldn't say, but he was fairly certain that it had not been his own decision. Of course, nothing he did was really his decision, considering the scarred flesh on his left shoulder, courtesy of the late King before his death. Grange, like all good citizens, was plenty shocked and appalled at the young king's death, though he wasn't exactly heartbroken, as many of the children seemed to be. Of course, he was realated to Lilith only as her slave, not her blood like this rag-tag group of colts and fillies.
A crash, yelling, and various other signs of a fight grabbed the stallion's attention, as did the chorus of foals that agreed to the suggestion of playing a game. Unfortunately the amount of chaos in the quarters was making it nearly impossible to pay attention to anything. Grange's attention was being shattered in a multitude of directions, and he desperately fell back on the only thing he could think of to restore some form of order. It was incredibly painful to shift, and it winded the stallion to use his gift, especially with such speed and distraction. He almost cried out, but his soft lips stretching back over a newly formed muzzle killed the sound in his throat. Within a few moments, a gray wolf was standing where the unicorn had been. Throwing his head back, he let out a piercing howl, which reverberated against the large, stained glass windows. As the echoes of his call faded out, the wolf's form blurred and shifted, revealing a unicorn once again.
Clearing his throat, the stallion spoke, strangely calm considering his previous outburst. "So, what was that about a game?" He inquired, turning his attention to Devasha.
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Post by DawnsComing on Dec 18, 2017 14:06:40 GMT -6
Cael | Pit Slave Cael's dark hide pressed against the cool wall and she closed her eye's against the noises of the house. For 3 months she had been trapped here, forced to stay within these closed quarters as emotions and children filled the rooms. Since the announcement of the King's death (as well as Ron's sudden demise) Lilith had not been the same. The Lady, her Lady, remained holed up in her room, only revealing herself in brief increments. She had not talked to Cael since that day and the silence made the pit slave's nerves twitch with anxiety.
Being a fighter, Cael was used to doing; used to orders and used to the freedom the Crucible offered. The mare had taken breaks from the ring before but always had Lilith's words to form the structure she so desperately wanted. Now, here she stood with little more to do than listen to the bickering of young foals.
As the glass shattered against the marble floor, Cael's eyes snapped open taking in the scene as it unfolded. Between Thaio's yelling and Cirilla's swing at him, followed by Devasha's commanding voice and Grange's howl the mare did not know what to think. Such scene's had played out time and time again since the doors were locked behind them. They were restless.
The pit bull sleeping between Cael's legs sturred at the shapeshifting slaves attempt to draw attention, the dog's ears pulling forward as she anticipated the excitement meant to follow. "Rose-," the pit fighters voice was low, whispering to her familiar alone in hopes to keep the animal settled. " We do not need any more chaos in this house."
A golden gaze flickered over to Devasha and then to Grange. There was no game that could satisfy these children's appetite for freedom. Not unless it involved the unlocking of the villa doors.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Dec 22, 2017 5:07:51 GMT -6
Devasha | Mare | Commoner
A slight twitch of her left ear was Devasha's only discernible reaction to Thaio's condescending tone, almost amused at her brother's attempt to get a rise out of her. Rather unfortunately, she'd been at her sibling's mercy on more than one occasion, and today she had no desire to repeat past mistakes. To respond would only evoke an unwanted battle of wills that would no doubt bring even their mother out of hiding to deal with the resulting chaos, an outcome no one desired. No, tonight she would check her tongue and deal with her siblings just as sweetly as she could muster, and hopefully in turn, buy herself an hour or so of peace.
Images of screaming matches and shattering ceramics flooded Devasha's mind at her sister's suggestion of tag, drawing a cringe from the young mare. Azel's animated response to her proposal of a game meant she could hardly go back on her word, and mind racing, Devasha sought a childish game that might subdue her siblings for at least a little while. A sharp, animal howl broke her line of thought, and with a slight twitch of annoyance, she momentarily regarded the servile slave from which the keening cry originated from.
"How about hide and seek?" Devasha interrupted before Cirrila could provoke her siblings even more.
"I'll seek first," she added hurriedly, before any bickering about the role could occur. If walking around aimlessly for a while, pretending not to hear the strained giggles of semi-hidden siblings, could buy her some quiet, then so be it.
Narrowing her eyes at the meager amount of participants, Devasha swept her gaze across the room. Including her, there were only five of Lilith's children in attendance; hardly enough to keep her searching long, even in the massive property they were confined to. Persuading the family's servile and pit fighters to join the mix would increase their numbers substantially, and she was sure they would appreciate some quiet themselves. Besides, she'd be damned if she was going to listen to JJ's incessant flirting with the gentle Doe any longer.
"JJ, Doe- Actually, all of you, come join us," she called out bluntly, mouth turning upwards in a light smile. "I'm sure Azel would appreciate having more players; right, Azel?"
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Post by ThatDenver on Dec 22, 2017 17:42:54 GMT -6
AZEL
Azel cheerfully ignored the collection of slaves, although he did hide a slight jump at the howl, and looked at Grange with his eyes narrowed. Clearly the boy was about to give the slave some choice words about trying to discipline the children so, but his attention was quickly drawn back to Devasha, who had offered a game. Willfully oblivious to his sister’s mental scramble to invent a game, Azel merely watched her intently, and then cocked his head at the idea.
Hide and seek wasn’t exactly the most novel game around, but the Villa was big, and offered many good places to hide. Besides, he was the smallest, and as such, he thought he was likely to win at the game, seeing as he would fit in spots that the others might not think to even look.
Awed by his own flawless logic, Azel nodded eagerly, not at all bummed that Devasha took the first turn searching. His pink eyes momentarily looked back at the slaves and family gathered around, and he wondered if the slaves would be any good at hiding. Doe might, but he doubted JJ could stay quiet long enough to hide.
“Yes!”, he answered eagerly, equally excited at the idea of having something to do, and at the prospect of perhaps winning at it. He liked being good at things, especially at the expense of his siblings. Competitive nature was something of a must in the midst of a pack of entitled kindlings – not that Azel recognized their behavior as entitlement. For him, it was normalcy.
“Everyone has to play”, Azel added confidently, turning to face the room once more. His tail twitched of excitement, and his small wings vibrated eagerly.
There would surely be hell to pay if his siblings let him down.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Dec 25, 2017 20:16:41 GMT -6
Grange || Servile Slave || Post Two
Well, at least they weren't trying to kill each other any longer. Grange guessed, from the unhappy glances shot his direction, that the other trapped equines weren't entirely pleased with his methods for crowd control. Not that the Champagne stallion cared. He wasn't in the business of making friends; he preferred to make employees of the Pearl act sweet to him than attempt to earn some extra cash by luring in flies with a honeyed tongue. Clearly, he was not one for social pandering, a somewhat ironic trait for a slave of the Royal family. But, there was no one to impress here, save for a roomful of whining, maddening children, and the slaves who tended them.
Grange's personal inner monologue about his quirks was interrupted by Devasha, who declared that not only would they be playing hide and seek, but that she would seek first. Grange felt a flicker of relief run down his spine; finally he was going to get a much needed respite from the rugrats! His hopes were suddenly dashed, however, as Devasha ordered the slaves to join them in the game. Sighing heavily, Grange rolled violet eyes, and shook his head, making the golden bridle adorning his face rattle slightly. Irritation washed over him as Azel lorded his status above the slaves, seconding Devasha's decree that they should be a part of their game. Well... it wasn't as though he could decline the gracious offer to play. So, forcing a complacent look across his face, he spoke, keeping his tone neutral. " All right. Count whenever you're ready, m'lady," he choked out, in a rather convincing genial tone.
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Post by striaga on Dec 27, 2017 23:02:56 GMT -6
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Doe asked if JJ thought they should do something, and JJ just turned her head. Oh. Cirilla was involved? Was she getting into a fight? No. Well. Not yet. So JJ swung her head back and grinned, and answered: "No, no. It's fine. They're just kids being kids or whatever. And I'm teaching Cirilla how to punch so she's got a mean as fuck right hoof and-"
JJ tilted her head as her grey wolf, Lux, brushed against her leg and grumbled. "...what," JJ huffed to him, not too pleased with being interrupted. By Cascade, it was bad enough being locked in here and unable to fight or do anything fuckin' useful but now she had to sit here and be blocked every time she tried to score? Unfair. Absolutely unfair. JJ scowled. Doe was cute and soft and JJ wanted to curl up with her and keep her safe and maybe groom her wings a little bit, not sit here and listen to a bunch of jackasses figure out how to keep from killing eachother for the twenty-fifth time that day.
Here she was, though.
"Oh, fuck off, Grange!" JJ snapped when he shifted and howled; now her head rang, and JJ was scowling heavily, but still lowkey trying to lean on Doe a little bit, but not too much. "Why-" Oh. Had they moved on? They'd moved on. Fuck everyone.
Hide and--
JJ closed her eyes and sighed heavily, dropping her head before lifting it up: "I'm going to make you work to find me. I'll play, but I'm gonna be the best fuckin' hider this place has ever seen."
She really hated them all, didn't she? Every one. Every single one.
Except for Doe and Cirilla of course. And Lilith, who wasn't here, but JJ thought she was pretty hot.
....Cael seemed alright.
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Post by sansatine on Dec 28, 2017 12:48:32 GMT -6
Ferdinan.
The world was small again. He'd been trapped in this hell of children- which, mind you, used to be a haven. He'd given Espe free reign of herself, not feeling like a person enough to have a slave. All the days blurred together and so did the hours. At this hour, he decided he was hungry, maybe bored, but he hadn't eaten yet so it was hungry. Walking through the halls, he always found something that reminded him of his lost cousin. Depression was a given now, mixed only with pure annoyance of closed quarters with his siblings. When would they escape this prison? Ferdinan walked towards the kitchen, or at least where he thought it was, this house never made sense to him. He heard the shrill voices of his siblings and his ears bled. He loved them, yeah, but god, they're awful. Annoyed, he drew close enough to make out words. “Everyone has to play!" He stopped, almost threw up, and revalued his hunger. The kitchen was right there, right past the doorway they could see him through. he stepped slowly and quietly, pretending to not have heard them in the next room. He hoped no eyes would see him as he walked past the door, but he knew his hope would be shattered. 217 |
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Post by Mad-Manx on Dec 29, 2017 16:33:00 GMT -6
Devasha | Mare | Commoner
It took all she had to prevent her eyes from rolling at the slaves' reactions. Grange's thinly veiled displeasure rang in her ears, and JJ's overconfidence was an annoyance all on it's own. Thankfully Azel's voice had joined her own, the young colt's demand carrying a weight no one wished to contend with. Lilith would no doubt hear about any that refused to comply with her little angel's commands, and with her current unpredictable moods, that was a situation no one wished to find themselves in. A movement of gold and black in the adjoining room caught her eye, and Devasha's eye shot up to regard the newcomer. "Ferdinan! You're just in time," Devasha called out as she caught a glimpse of her sibling, narrowing her eyes at the colt's not-so-subtle attempt to sneak past them unnoticed. If she was being forced to participate in keeping her younger siblings from running amok, then like hell she was letting off any of her similarly aged brothers or sisters off the hook. "We're playing hide and seek, I'm seeking first," Devasha continued firmly, leaving no room for argument in the matter. Glancing around the room, she added, "you all have one minute to hide, starting now."Allowing her eyes to sink closed, Devasha relished in the lack of voices as equines of all ages scrambled to obey the command as quietly as possible, slipping away to hide who knows where. She could only hope she wouldn't come to regret this decision to become involved. "Sixty.... Fifty-nine... Fifty-eight.... Fifty seven..."Post 3 :: 257 words___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ As you race away from Devasha, several hiding spots become obvious. Quick; choose a good one before someone beats you to it! The clock it counting down.
Bedroom 1:
-In the closet, filled with lots of old gowns and frilly skirts! (Claimed by Grange)
-Under the decorative pillows lining the headboard, comfy!
Bedroom 2:
-In a suitcase mama left on the floor, big enough to zip into! (Claimed by Azel)
-Behind the drapery (you clearly don't give a shit!) (Claimed by Cirilla)
Library:
-Wedged between two tight rows, with the good smell of old books! (Claimed by Cael)
-In the fireplace, behind the decorate cover! So much ash! (Claimed by Thaio)
Kitchen:
-Under the table, hidden by the tablecloth!
-In the pantry, with all those tasty treats! (Claimed by Doe) |
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Post by hey-stardust on Dec 29, 2017 19:01:28 GMT -6
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these sentiments are second-hand.
Cirilla’s ears snapped back smartly at the sound of Grange’s howl, and she pondered the thought of condemning him to a literal dog house for the rest of their miserable stay… or perhaps a broom closet? She wasn’t terribly picky at this stage, and all she had to do was influence the right people in petition.
Her attention eventually returned to the scene at hand, and both Devasha’s game of choice and Azel’s demands prompted an exasperated sigh from the pegasus, and she pushed past them without so much as an ‘excuse me’, before stalking into the nearest bedroom to dive behind heavily ladened draperies. Eyeing the plush carpet, Cirilla promptly laid down and began to pluck absentmindedly at the curtain, unraveling what had no doubt cost thousands. As the countdown dwindled into single digits however, she draped a wing over her face in the pretence of play, though in truth, she was merely shielding her eyes from the afternoon sun that filtered through the window, and contemplated taking a nap as it warmed her belly.
It would be a wonder if they found her, really.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Dec 29, 2017 23:48:10 GMT -6
Grange || Servile Slave || Post Three
As a series of unpleased glares were shot his direction, Grange only twitched an ear in reaction to the grumbling of the others. Hell, if he had to endure these pesky brats, the other slaves would just have to learn how to handle his “ nurturing” methods. Well, perhaps even a sarcastic usage of the word nurturing wasn’t even accurate to the way that Grange cared for the foals. But hey, none of them were dead, so that was all he could hope for. Before he cold ponder his chosen ineptness with childcare any further, Devasha began counting, signaling that it was time to scramble for cover. With his hooves clattering on the floor, Grange raced for the nearest room, which happened to be one of the bedrooms.
Wriggling inside the closet, Grange found himself assaulted by ruffles and ribbons, while the musty scent of old clothing filled his nostrils. When he reached the back wall of the shallow closet, the unicorn hunkered down, peering between rows of cloth. Although he could have easily imitated the form of a stray mammal, a mouse perhaps, the shifting took far more effort to keep up than Grange was willing to put into the game. If they found him, then so be it. As long as he didn’t have to so much as lift a hoof.
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OOC: I don’t know how people claimed their hiding places, so I hope this is okay.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Dec 31, 2017 6:45:45 GMT -6
Thaio winced his eyes closed as Cirilla’s wing brushed over his cheek. A shocked blink waved over him which then soon turned into anger. “HOW DARE YOU! By the power of Ignacio, I’d have you burned at the stake for that if it wasn't forbidden by mother!” He gritted his, pushing his disturbed forelock back before turning around to head back to his room. “Well, you can all “play” without me.” Thaio tsked. “Children” he mumbled under his breath, taking another few steps forward. Thaio’s ears perked as he heard his half-sister call on the family’s slaves and basically baby talk down to Azel. Followed by Azel saying something along the line of “Everyone had to play.” Thaio bit his tongue. Once Azel said you HAD to do something. It was final. Otherwise, a full-blown tantrum would erupt. Even one Lilith would struggle to control.
The colt’s head dropped and ears drooped. A sigh expelling from his mouth. “FINE” The colt groaned, looking back at the small abundance of his siblings. But it would only be until his go at searching. Then he’d hide himself back in his room. Leaving his siblings and the others to hide until they got bored or realized he wasn’t coming to find them. If only Ingrid was here. She’d certainly lighten his mood and maybe actually make this game fun.
Devasha quickly moved off to count and the gathering scattered. Thaio walked off, first heading to one of the spare bedrooms, planning to hide behind the curtain. Though came face to face with Cirilla. “Yuck, never mind” the colt proclaimed before trotting back out the bedroom and down the hall. The colt passed through the kitchen just in time to see Doe closing the door to the pantry. Thaio continued through to the library in a slight spot of panic as he tried to find a spot when his gaze fell over the fireplace. A cocky smile fell upon his face again. The colt dashed over to the dusty old mess, prying back the sheet and squeezing into one of the dark corners. Even if someone was to look in. It would be hard to make out the colts dark coat against the charred, sooty brick. Thaio settled, hearing a staggering of hooves before the library fell into silence. Now it was just a waiting game to be found, or not.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 1, 2018 2:11:37 GMT -6
AZEL
His siblings and the slaves alike relented under his demand, as they always did. Azel puffed his small chest, his pink feathers standing out proudly, like those of a particularly feisty bird. Now that all was in working order for their game, he was excited to actually get started, and paid no mind to the remnants of squabbling between his siblings.
As Devasha begun his countdown, Azel trotted down the hall after his siblings, his much lighter footsteps easily masked by theirs, although the excited, less than controlled fluttering of his undeveloped wings could still be heard.
He followed the less than excited Cirilla, and helped himself into a large suitcase. Azel’s small body fit into it rather snuggly, and he tried to find a comfortable position. From the mouth of the suitcase, he could see the shape of Cirilla, barely hidden behind the drapes, body laying on the soft carpet, judging by the shapes against the heavy curtains.
Azel felt sure in his victory, and his fumbling, young teke pulled the suitcase almost closed, leaving just enough of a hole to peek out of.
He had already learned the hard way not to fully close himself into small spaces.
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Post by DawnsComing on Jan 1, 2018 10:20:47 GMT -6
Cael | Pit Slave
"Everyone has to play." The young colts words sounded through the room, resulting in several sighs from those in attendance. There was not much to be done once a foal of Lilith's had made up their mind about something, especially when that foal was Azel. Even the colts siblings seemed to understand this and while a few jumped on the idea, it was not a universally agreed upon decision. Cael sighed, pushing herself off the cool wall as Ferdinan tried to sneak past into the kitchen. Deshiva was having none of that though and quickly pulled him into the game. Rose whined at the dark mare's hooves, meeting Cael's eyes with an excited smile across her muzzle. The poor animal had been bored out of her mind since the group had been condemned to the villa and the thoughts of excitement seemed to perk her spirits. As Deshiva started counting the group scattered in every direction, the sounds of small hooves scampering over the marble floors fading as they ran to find a spot to hide. Cael trotted quickly out of the room, following close behind Rose who seemed to know exactly where she wanted to go. But a quick turn into the library made Cael's heart jump a little. The mare was rather large and in here, there was little space to fit her form. As the canine dove beneath some pillows scattered about the floor, golden eye's scanned the cluttered room for anyplace that she may squeeze into. There, between two shelves, was just enough space to fit. It smelt musty, the scent of old paper and dust assaulting her nose with a harsh almost ancient smell. It was clear few had used this room for a long time, or at least this corner of it. Perhaps it would be a good place to get away from the foals once this game was over and done with.
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Post by fynli on Jan 2, 2018 17:10:37 GMT -6
Doe could only smile in pity as JJ complained about their part in the game. She giggled as the mare dropped her head dramatically, taking a moment to touch her nose to JJ’s cheek before pushing herself onto her hooves. Peach garbled angrily in response as he lost his comfortable position, digging his claws into back to keep from falling off.
“C’mon it’ll be fun,” Doe tossed a teasing remark over her shoulder as she trotted out of the room, pearly hooves clicking on the marble floor.
Hearing others scrambling to find their hiding spots, the pegasus moved further away from the main area. She desperately wanted to go to her mistress’ suite, to hide in her silk sheets and comfort her; however, she knew that Lilith could not be safely consoled at the moment. She hummed to herself, wondering where she was gonna go when Peach hopped off her back suddenly. Letting out a soft sigh of frustration at his antics, she followed him into the kitchen, pausing in the doorway to assess any hiding spots.
Peach made a beeline for the pantry, to which Doe could only assume was a good enough hiding spot. However, she was horrified to find that Peach had begun to dig into bags of food and eat to his heart’s content.
“Peach, no,” she hissed, glancing behind her and shutting the pantry door quickly. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”
The fox ignored her, continuing to raid for more snacks. She sighed, settling herself down into the back corner. It would be a few moments later that a sense of dread and discomfort settled over her when she realized just how boxed in she was. Doe sucked in a deep breath, hoping that she’d be found relatively soon as she didn’t want to ruin the spirit of the game by exposing herself.
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Post by sansatine on Jan 5, 2018 1:26:40 GMT -6
TW: mentions vomit, please be warned Ferdinan
His soul departed from his body as he nodded, eyes closed. he stepped in the room as Devasha gave her last instructions. She began her countdown and got to 50 before it hit him. He needs to hide. He looked around this room, deciding it was too obvious. Instead, he continued to the kitchen. Looking around the room, his eyes fell on the pantry. Perfect. Large enough for him to fit AND it had food.
He opened the door only to be met with a familiar face. "Oh, hello Doe," he said quietly, as to not alert his sister to the proximity of her hiding spot. He looked to Doe's friend, who's head was stuffed in a box of what used to be cookies,"And hello, Peach."
The fox looked at him. Oh no. It was the same look that Saturn would give right before she...
Threw up. Right there, at his feet. He pulled his lips into a tight line, "Oh... gross" was all he managed to say. Peach, however, was not content with Ferdinan's reaction, and turned up and proceeded to throw up, on him this time. He nodded, slightly freaking out,"Its... worse..."
He slowly walked to the sink to rinse off... this unfortunate mess. He knew Devasha would scold him for not hiding, but the second she smelled what had happened, maybe she'd understand. |
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 10, 2018 9:50:27 GMT -6
AZEL
Sitting inside his big suitcase, Azel focused on listening. He could hear the others moving around the villa – it might have been a big house, but Devasha’s count wasn’t exactly long enough to let anyone run off to the other side of the building, and with the outsides off limits for the most part, everyone stayed relatively close together, despite no longer seeing one another.
The pegasus’ ears twitched when he heard retching sounds off from some other room, and his nose wrinkled with displeasure.
Gross.
He would tell on whoever it was if they went and ruined his fun by being sick. Mom might have been a little weird these days, a little more distant than usual, but Azel could still get her to scold the others if they were mean to him, and in his book, getting sick in the middle of a perfectly good game was absolutely a punishable offense.
“If that was Thaio, I’m glad you slapped him”, he mumbled from the suitcase at Cirilla, although whether she was listening didn’t really matter to him anyway.
Changing to a more comfortable position again, Azel tucked in his wings and closed his eyes. Might as well be as silent as possible now while Devasha dealt with the puking one.
Gross.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jan 15, 2018 12:35:27 GMT -6
Grange || Servile Slave || Post 4
Grange's muscles were beginning to cramp, and something with impossibly spiny feeling lace pricked his neck each time he made even the slightest movement. The musty scent of old clothes, which at first had seemed comforting, was beginning to make the champagne unicorn ever so slightly nauseated. Motes of dust hung in the air, dancing where the light from the windows caught them, illuminating the bedroom just outside of Grange's hidy-hole in the closet. Where were they? Surely, Devasha wouldn't take this long to find at least one horse. Some kind of sound...some notification that the game actually was afoot, Grange should be able to hear something. Straining his ears, the unicorn leaned forward, careful not to let the bony whiteness of his horn poke through the closet door, revealing his hiding place. Although he wasn't exactly thrilled to be forced into playing the game, he wasn't going to lose for no reason either.
Speaking of nauseous. Retching sounds emanated from the direction of the kitchen, informing Grange that some poor, unfortunate soul had just tossed their cookies all over the room. Shuddering, he tried to keep from imagining the sights, sounds, and smells of an incident like that. Thank Ignacio that he wasn't hiding in there! Curling his lip in disgust, Grange retreated to the depths of the closet, bumping his head on something in the darkness. Cursing, he flattened his ears, feeling the throbbing in his skull. As the pain receded, he focused all his energy to the space behind his eyes, picturing a clear, distinct image. His blue teke glowed, shifting the outside of his form, until a small, gray cat with white spots stood where the unicorn had been. Purring, the tomcat curled into a ball, and closed his eyes. If the others were going to amuse themselves with hurling everywhere, he might as well take this hiding thing and make it to his advantage. After all, he could use a nap.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Jan 15, 2018 20:13:33 GMT -6
Devasha | Mare | Commoner
The terrible noise of retching, seemingly coming from the direction of the kitchen, reached Devasha's ears as she continued to count door. She grimaced at the sound, eyes remaining firmly closed as though that simple action could ward off anyone expecting her to deal with the situation. It was bad enough she was stuck babysitting her younger siblings, she hardly wanted to be obligated to clean up for all of them as well. Hopefully whatever caused said retching was not contagious as well; the very idea of all of them coming down with a nasty stomach flu was enough to cause Devasha'a upper lip to curl in disgust.
Aside from whoever was running the water in the kitchen, the area around her seemed to have quieted down as everyone, willingly or otherwise, selected their hiding spaces. She could only hope a few hadn't simply wandered off while her eyes were shut, though she wasn't sure if even they were willing to risk the wrath of Azel. Devasha allowed her voice to raise a little higher for any stragglers still searching for a spot, a warning for them to hide before her count down was completed. "Ten.... Nine..... Eight...."
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 18, 2018 12:09:04 GMT -6
With the retching from the other room disgusting many, and making the rest even more convinced that this was an utterly terrible way to spend time, you remain in your hiding place. Perhaps you shift, ever so slightly, get a better position against the sooty brick.
There is a feeling of something hard under your hoof. Not brittle and flaking like partly burned wood, nor soft and airy like ash.
No.
It stirs.
A blackened body forms around the inky skull of a large hound. In a burst of energy it leaves behind the fireplace where Thaio was hiding. It stands in the center of the library for a few seconds, tall and lanky, all bone and dark skin. In the light of the room, you can see a gash, like the crude mark of a blade or perhaps a small axe, in the middle of the skull.
The empty skull turns, scanning the room.
Then, a terrible howl, filled with pain and anger and animalistic emotion untold, leaves its maw, and the creature bursts to flame. Red hot fire, like the fur of a canine, surrounds its forms in a blink of an eye.
A FURIA.
It whirs around the library, but miraculously, does not set anything on fire. Instead it howls again, loud and horrifying, before it notices the breathing, living forms of Thaio and Cael.
The head cocks, but there is no recognition. The creature snarls, showing a set of teeth as inky black as it’s skull, but you can tell they are there.
Its tail swishes low and fast, irritated and unsure, as it moves about the center of the room, low and defensive. The empty eye sockets turn to face anything that moves, but save for the snarling and occasional deep, commanding bark, the creature does not seem intent on striking you.
The furia is snarly, angry and confused, but will not attack unless you (are stupid) and attack it first
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Post by NorthernMyth on Jan 18, 2018 14:03:39 GMT -6
The colt stirred in the choking darkness. He stood for what felt like an eternity even if it had been no more than five minutes and his eyes struggling to grow accustomed to the dreading inky blackness. His legs grew to ache and his throat began to become itchy. Threatening to make him cough, which would most likely give him away. Thaio stepped forward to poke his head out of the curtain draping the fireplace. Catching a deep, fresh breath as his face hit the cool air. He took the time to look around the library. No sign of Dev yet, but he could hear hoof steps and running water coming from the next room. The colt stepped back into his hidey-hole, the curtain delving him back into a muting darkness. Thaio backed up as far as he could go before stepping on a different surface. His face changing from a monotone annoyance to surprise. The colt lifted his hoof up again looking behind him at the sudden change. It wasn’t wood or coal-like. Too big to be coal. He turned around, sparking his Orangey-Gold teke into a round ball shape and lowering his face right down to the oddly shaped log. Allowing his teke’s glittering glow to dully light the items surface. Thaio cocked an eyebrow as he lowered his face even closer. “Is that… an eye socket?” The thought ran through his mind. “A skull” The quiet mutter left his mouth. The teke changed from a ball upon colliding with the dark boney surface. But before he could pick it up the thing stirred to life.
The colt expelled his teke while jumping back, perhaps letting a little whimper or yelp escape his muzzle. The fireplace was dark, but the shape that took form in front of him was darker, Inky even to the eye. It growled and snapped at Thaio making him back up even more before leaping and exciting the ever-growing stuffy fireplace. Thaio followed, Bewildered by its sudden presence. “By Ignacio's flame, What on Hireath!..” The Furia screeched and howled an agonizing cry that seemed to almost fill the whole villa before it bust into a brilliant red light. It snarls and growls protested. It seemed confused to Thaio. It wasn’t exactly happy but it wasn’t attacking anyone. Not yet at least. Thaio’s annoyed face returned as he slowly neared the hell-ish hound. “That's enough now.” His voice almost demanding The colt stood tall and slender, his head slightly cocked off to the side, his eyes narrowed slightly but also curious. “Calm down now, you’re safe here” The colt attempted to reassure it. “Now where in Eithne did you come from?” He muttered again but Thaio dared the beast to answer, but even if it did he wouldn’t be able to understand. There was a scuffle of hooved as someone opened the door that led into the kitchen. As someone, or multiple horses entered but Thaio paid them no mind. His eyes were fixed on the fiery coated hound that abruptly interrupted his hiding spot.
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Post by striaga on Jan 18, 2018 21:00:34 GMT -6
J J
JJ, after much grumbling, stomped her way into the kitchen and situated herself under the table, working her legs up underneath her and somehow managing to squeeze herself beneath the table. She looked pretty irate about the whole affair, too, but there she was, doing her best--right? Right. Somewhat.
At least she didn't tell everyone what she thought of them (which was, frankly, that they were all assholes and she was tired of this). But no. She sat her ass under the table, got Lux up under there with her, and was whispering to him about how this was shit and Cascade wouldn't want her hunkered up under this Cascade-damned table, but here. She. Was. And she wasn't having it. JJ tossed her head back and was prepared to call the game over, but--
Ah!
A howl. It boomed, screamed, and JJ lurched up from the table, her movement slamming the table over as she rushed up. Cutlery clattered, but JJ just began to run in the direction of the howling noise, bursting into the library in time to see the creature, to see it whirling--
"A furiae, that's a fuckin-" Her ears flicked back. Lux, at her side, was alert and aggressive, but JJ turned her head: "Back up, Lux, back, it's--"
The Pit Fighter was never so relieved that she knew how to talk to these creatures. She felt like--maybe she'd need to fight, but now wasn't the time to test that. Not now. Not immediately. JJ shook her head and sidled closer. "Hey. Hey, there, uh," she looked at Thaio. "D'you know how to talk with these? With familiars? I do, uh, I can talk to it too. Hey, hey there. Big guy. You look pretty upset, huh? What's up?" JJ offered the Furiae a little smile.
"I'm JJ. That--that's Lux." She gestured to her wolf.
She was ready, though. Her heart roared, raced, and she held herself still, waiting for the inevitable crash, for the thing to attack.
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 20, 2018 9:29:23 GMT -6
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CIRILLA | AODH | COMMONER
these sentiments are second-hand.
Cirilla had begun to doze, lulled to sleep by the sun’s gentle rays, but one electric blue eye cracked open at her sibling’s word of thanks. Exhaling softly through her nose, she huffed disdainfully at the interruption.
“It was a public service, really.” She muttered, only half listening to Azel’s ramblings.
She went to close her eyes once more, hoping her reply was enough to sate the young pegasus, and then…
There was another fucking howl.
With an aggressive flourish of her wings Cirilla stood up, one petite hoof stomping down on the curtain and tearing right through it.
Grange was going to get it now, she was going to make sure of that.
As she moved to leave the room, however, she faltered, for the call that reverberated throughout the hallway sounded nothing like him. Head cocked curiously to the side, she listened to the change in pitch as the creature reverted to irate snarling, and looked briefly towards her brother's hiding place.
Game over.
Reaching out with her teke, she yanked the zip of the bag closed and thumped the top of it with her wing, bolting out of the room faster than Azel could scream.
Skidding to the doorway that led to the library, she looked in just in time to see JJ trying to talk down a goddamn Furia.
sorry not sorry azel fJJDKFS
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 20, 2018 19:57:32 GMT -6
AZEL
When the howling started up again, Azel was about ready to go tell Lilith that Grange needed to be punished for his annoying behavior. The stupid slave just couldn’t control himself, apparently, and just had to ruin this game too.
The second howl made him freeze. It didn’t sound like any regular canine, and the movements of the others around the house confirmed that it was not just some slave acting up.
Apparently Cirilla had arrived at the very same conclusion, as Azel could hear her move too.
The pegasus was about to leave his hiding place behind to go investigate – he couldn’t be bested by his siblings, after all – when the suitcase he was hiding in suddenly pulled closed, locking him inside.
Any curiosity about the howling was immediately replaced with absolute rage as the child trashed angrily, his small wings flapping.
“I’m telling mom about this!” he shouted after what he could only assume were Cirilla’s hastily retreating footsteps.
Now seething with anger but helpless to do anything about it, after trashing for a bit more the child had to admit that there was no getting out of the suitcase without help.
He hated Cirilla.
He hated all of them.
This game was a stupid idea anyway.
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