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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2018 18:51:51 GMT -6
 Vagabond Faction Threadthis thread is open to unaffiliated Vagabonds, Vindicators, and Cultists. Flight horses should join the Rogue Faction Thread. 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.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your faction is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: The Wordsmith Gathering is here! At the end of a long winter, the spring melting and the coming summer heat feels like an exhaled breath. From that breath comes song and words and bright creativity. For too long, you've been holed up against the cold and now is the time to rejoice! Come to the Wordsmith Gathering, an annual celebration in Sirith at the Point and let your hair down. It's a welcoming group, open to all--newcomers or old hands. Perhaps you're here to spin a tale or two, or perhaps you've just come to listen--or to watch for less than scrupulous opportunities. Come and relax and share a pint or two! The usually featureless plains surrounding the Point have sprouted a temporary city of tents and caravans. Wares from all corners of the world are available, and everywhere you look, a new facet of the strange life of the Vagabonds is being celebrated. You find yourself drawn to a huge striped tent, where a rotating set of musicians play for crowds of revelers. Gathered around tables around you, horses drink and gamble and cheer for the players on stage. How will you start your celebration? Grab a drink? Head to the dance floor? Or do you want up on that stage yourself? Leave the worries of winter behind you; the weather is warm, and life is good! Location: The Point, during the Wordsmith Gathering, inside a large striped tent Time of Day: Early evening Current Weather: Clear and warm, with a starry sky This thread is open to all characters in the Vagabond Faction!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2018 9:36:53 GMT -6
 gallows
i can't save the world from creatures that don't die
Gallows had to admit, he'd kind of missed civilization.
As much as he loved his life in the Bunker (and he did; the closeness of his Vindicator family was a greater comfort than he'd ever felt), the sound of the festival and the spicy scents of hot food and cider were a welcome break in routine from the musty corridors of home. The blind Vindicator had joined a group of his fellows and made the voyage for the Gathering; many of his traveling partners were once wanderers or thieves themselves, past attendees of the festival who had insisted on a brief holiday from the spartan routine within the Bunker. Gallows hadn't left the Vindicator base since becoming a free man. Why not experience more of the world?
It didn't take him long to wander away from the other Vindicators once they reached the Gathering. Following his nose blindly through the crowds -- shouldering bodies out of his way when he needed to -- Gallows nuzzled his way into the tent, following the sound of a small band's music. Lifting his head to take in the smells, cloudy eyes half-closed, he spoke loudly to no one in particular, over the din of revelers: "Where can I get a drink?"
He was immune to embarrassment, and it seemed like a better plan than stumbling around with no direction.
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Post by Western-Witch on Jul 2, 2018 10:28:15 GMT -6
 Absinthe:Vagabond | Disciple
vagarious (adj.) erratic and unpredictable in behavior or direction.Absinthe loved the Wordsmith Gathering. She could test out new techniques, spread nasty rumors and drink until she could remember nothing. After the fun of her first Bloodletting things had sort of crawled to a halt. Not that things weren't interesting, but it was all build up. She needed something or someone to let it out on. There was no goal in mind currently. No specific deed she wanted to commit. It was just time to take in the sights, locate the good looking ones and taste this years spiked cider.
Before she had arrived, she'd combed her unruly hair and prettied her feathers. If she wanted to blend in she had to look the part. As she glided through tents and caravans, wares and cook fires; she noticed a dark stallion in the distance. Just over the din of the crowd and the slightly out of tune band on stage she heard her golden question. Smiling to herself she slithered up next to him and looked up.
"It depends. What are you looking for big guy?" She noticed the cloudiness of his eyes and knew her looks wouldn't be getting her anywhere tonight. So instead she'd maybe make a friend. Maybe. Either way she'd be having some fun.
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Post by misttheelf on Jul 2, 2018 11:30:12 GMT -6
Yumiko hummed as she wandered the gathering, stopping and chatting with nearly everyone she passed, smiling as she chatted and swapped tales, making her way to the largest red and white striped tent. The end of winter was a wonderful thing that Yumiko has come to appreciate ever since she became a Bard.
She stood near the entrance of the tent, examining those who had gathered for a moment, before heading into the tent, greeting those she passed as she started to make her way over to a table full of various alcohols for a drink, when her ears perked, hearing someone asking where they may be able to grab a drink. "There's a table over this way, with quite a few different ones." Yumiko supplied to the questioner, smiling. "I was just headed that way myself. I heard the Sake this year is rather good. You're welcome to join me in getting some." She added. Ah, sake... None of the other herds could produce anything that compared to the rice wine made here in Sireth, at least in her opinion. A celebration like this was a prime time to enjoy it, as well! And made even better with a possibility of companions for a round, at least, made it even better.
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Jul 2, 2018 14:10:23 GMT -6
Z;Vagabond | Soldier
"Never before has the song of War,
been the song of Hope ascending." Wow. The outside. Z makes a makeshift grunt under their breath- the noise makes their throat sting in pain.
How long had it been since they had taken part in the outside? Perhaps ever since they joined up the Vidincators after years of debating joining freedom fighters. As a former Merc, they had been here once before. Hopefully, no one would recognize the former Merc in front of their Vindicator friends- that was not something they were too keen on having to explain.
They had watched as Gallows disappeared- slightly following after the fellow Vindicator, but not close enough that she would be noticed. Following a familiar face seemed to be the best course of action as of now. Hearing him speak of a drink- that was when they decided what they should do.
Food. Something to eat other than the mess that oh-so-familiar looking hippocampus cooked was calling their name. the mass of equines. Thinking against asking anyone for help, knowing that there were far and few people in between that understand sign language. And the only person they knew in this crowd was Gallows, and he didn't seem to have any more knowledge than her. So for now, they would probably continue to trail behind him.
Seems like some have come to his rescue anyway.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jul 7, 2018 1:42:53 GMT -6
 ║❖ Yasuo ❖ ║
"The day is for the honest men, the night is for thieves."
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Head low as he slunk through the crowd, Yasuo tried his best not to draw too much attention to himself, despite his pale coat sticking out like a sore thumb. His mask was shoddily patched and sewn up, something he still hadn't been able to fully fix after the run in with Evaris and Sinarin months ago. He hadn't been doing well since then. The young thief's ribs showed more clearly in his sides, his eyes glassier than usual. Part of it was the fact that he'd been seen. That his mask had been torn away, and he'd been exposed for what disfigured, monstrous features he hid from the world. It had shaken his confidence, and what little misplaced trust that had died that day. His scores were few and far between, and he had only a handful of shards left from that job.
His stomach growled painfully, and Yasuo flattened his ears against his head to try and ignore the pains. Why had he come out of hiding after the winter... Even though he was among... His own kind, he supposed, he still felt exposed and out way too far into the sunlight. He needed to stick to the shadows, that's where it was safe for his kind. But that same, childish impulse that rarely beat in his chest had coaxed him out. The Wordsmith Gathering had been something he'd heard of in passing word. Yet, his father had never taken him or his brothers, saying it was a waste of time and money to go there. Well, his father wasn't here now...
Faintly smelling sizzling food and foreign drink through the worn fabric of his mask, Yasuo simply shook his head. At most, he hoped he might be able to find some candied fruits, just a small handful. He probably could afford that... It would be better to spend his money on a proper meal, as little as he might get for the handful of shards he had left. But that childish part of him gently called, begging for one small spoiled treat that he infrequently got. Gaze lifting from the path he was carving through the crowds, Yasuo began looking for a stand selling the small treat he wanted.
Moving among the tents, slipping through the crowds, Yasuo carefully looked over the wares to find his small treat. Then, something else caught his eye. White, black, red, faded gold. Halting, Yasuo slowly crept over to one of the small stands, gaze locked on a lightly worn mask hanging on a display rack. Kitsune. He recognized the creature it was based off of, with the fox-like ears, wide, smiling toothy grin and slanted eyes. Living in Sirith mainly, he heard of the stories of the creatures, even dared to imagine and sketch them in his book.
"See something that interests you?"
Jolted out of his own mind, Yasuo looked to the merchant, a bit of hesitation in his gaze. He looked back to the mask, pausing before gesturing to it. He watched the mask get lifted off of the rack, and floated over to him, and he gently took it in his teke, looking over the surface. It was wooden. Sturdy. Probably be more secure than his current tattered, fabric one... A brief thought of simply taking the mask and running crossed his mind. It wouldn't be that difficult. But he felt in his bag for the small handful of shards he had left, pulling them out and offering them to the merchant, who smiled and pulled out the proper amount to pay for the mask. Yasuo lightly nodded, stepping away with the tiny pile of shards and the new mask held carefully in his grip.
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Post by Western-Witch on Jul 18, 2018 23:20:21 GMT -6
Absinthe:Vagabond | Disciple
vagarious (adj.) erratic and unpredictable in behavior or direction. Absinthe's attention was drawn to a chestnut paint unicorn talking about sake. "Mmm, you don't say?" Absinthe very much enjoyed sake. Though she hadn't had the pleasure of tasting it on her lips in quite some time. "You'll have give me direction on what to try. I'm haven't had sake in a while." Absinthe liked the way this pretty little unicorn looked. Maybe if the fell pony wouldn't play with her, she would? "My name's Absinthe. You can call me Sin for short." She lowered her lids and gave a soft smile.
Absinthe turned to the dark, brooding stallion. "So beefcake. You wanna join us? I can promise you it'll be fun." Zemora grinned showing teeth and winked. She lifted her wing and barely touched his flank. Then turned and followed the mare towards the table she had mentioned before.
"I don't know about you but I'm looking to have a good time tonight. Been traveling too long alone." Lie. But a little white lie couldn't hurt anyone. Right? She smiled to herself, counting on Digend to help her spice things up.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 29, 2018 19:33:31 GMT -6
Vigil A Vindicator Solider It was odd to be told to go out and relax, Vigil can't recall a time he was told to do such things in all honesty. All he can think about is a time when he was in Aodh the pampered life, his way of sin, and obsession with gold. Still he carries the sin of his obsession around with him, a reminder of what he was and what he vowed to never be.
Walking into the bar, he snorted, his gold mask hiding his eyes from sight, yet still allowed him to look around and see others with almost ease. He had grown used to the blind spots within his mask, learned to rely on his other sense. Nostrils flared as he spoted a few faces he knew, but didn't know much on a personal level. That was his own fault, never quite personable honestly. A fault on his red letter.
Golden hooves pressed gently into the wood of the tavern as he reached the main area. "A whiskey please, neat." he remarked. He watched as the equine made his drink and with out a moment he dropped the coin for the drink and groaned happily as the cool and burning sensation slide down his throat. Gods how long had it been since he had a drink. The more he drink, the more his body seemed to slide into relaxation, and suddenly for the first time in years, Vigil found himself humming a tune from Aodh. A memory he'll never forget.
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 2, 2018 19:14:10 GMT -6
R A P T U R E Male | Nothing | Vagabond
Tiny golden hooves padded around his brothers feet. The walk over had been boring as hell and often times Regret would have to run after the spry and conniving youngster as he barreled through the forest and foliage in search of something, anything, to bring home to mom and show her the trip wasn't for not. At one point, Regret managed to snag the young ones back hoof and sent him sprawling across the grass. Angry furious words spewed forth from the youngest siblings lips, eyes dagger-like with resentment for his 'caretaker'. Yet, by some miracle, the two of them finally stumbled upon the Inn that Voidra had given them permission to visit.
As the door was opened, Rapture pranced in, head high and small golden snake like tail arched from his behind. Being the little shit that he was, the small equine took a seat beside an equine that looked remarkably similar to himself and with a stunning all encompassing golden helmet. Eyes peered up at him, completely and utterly in awe. This equine was,
AWESOME
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 2, 2018 19:54:35 GMT -6
Regret A Child of Digend At a time Regret was thrilled to be told his mother had a mission for him. Something that was his alone, but when he was told to watch over his younger brother, he was no longer so pleased. Didn't help his younger brother was clearly a spawn from the hell itself. The little thing so eager to be everywhere. Clearly mother wanted the child out of her hair. So now he was in his own hair.
The trip the tavern was the worst, he had no desire to really talk to his younger sibling, who lacked the understanding of what it meant to be apart of the cult to be a child of their mother. But still a time will come when the lesson would be learned the hard way.
"Rapture, gods be damned." he cursed as he watched the young sibling run into the tavern so eager to see everything. The young teen stepped into the tavern and spotted their younger sibling sitting next to a unicorn with gold accessories. Interesting, he thought to himself as he looked around at the other and decided, for once his younger sibling was with someone else, they could deal with him. He thought with distaste, he'd hang out and brood, like most normal teens.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 6, 2018 17:50:57 GMT -6
VigilA Vindicator Solider A hum of an old song continued to flow from him, that was until some child sat next to him. The sound died in his throat, as he tried to take a steady breath out. Eyes turned to look at the child, though his eyes never clearly seen beneath his golden mask.
"This is no place for a child go find your parent." he remarked a bit sharply. He was not a fan of children, never had the patience nor care for them. He knew a enough knowing they lacked common sense and needed guidance, but he was not something to look up to. Vigil snorted "Another Whiskey neat, please." he asked. The patron nodded and gave him another drink, and in a quick moment, he gulped the beverage down with ease.
The burn warming his body, clouding his thoughts, everything he wanted to drown out was a suddenly becoming white noise. Vigil turned his head to look at the small child and snorted, who'd leave a kid out like this anyways. Vigil moved closer to where the entertainment was in the tavern. Some pegasus singing her heart out, and those within the bar was egging her own, sing a little more, flash them a pretty smile. Everyone so hunger to fill the void of loneliness. Thankfully Vigil had alcohol to soothe his lonely soul.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Aug 7, 2018 9:51:06 GMT -6
║❖ Yasuo ❖ ║
"The day is for the honest men, the night is for thieves."
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He found himself slinking behind a row of tents, away from prying eyes. Carefully ducking his head down, slowly peeling the worn, tattered, leather mask from his face, Yasuo traded it for the wooden carved mask. Blinking, he tied the ribbon behind his ears, lifting his head and looking around to check his range of vision. It was somewhat smaller, more focused in front of him than anywhere else. Obviously this was meant to be more of a... Performance piece... He might see if he could take a knife and widen the left eye hole to let him see a bit more. But, it would work. It was better than what he had before by a large margin.
Ears swiveling forward, his stance loosened somewhat, the tension from the fear of his mask falling off his face sliding away. Yasuo's stomach chose to announce itself loudly, growling and snarling like the largest bear to come out of hibernation. Wincing, he sighed softly. Hm. He should probably find something decent to eat instead of sweets, as much as he would like to get some candied fruits... He needed something good for once...
Stepping out from behind the tents, he looked in both directions, trying to spot a place to eat... Maybe he should try to trust his nose instead of his eye... Sniffing lightly, for once being able to smell properly through the cut nose holes instead of cloth pressed against his muzzle, Yasuo let his feet carry him towards what appeared to be a cluster of food and drink bearing stands. A tavern, where he could see others gathered, with food carts surrounding it, bards playing music, and through the tavern doorway some equines getting... Rowdy.
He glanced over the equines entering and already inside the tavern, seeing them in all shapes and colors. A dark colored hippocampus, a tan pegasus, a unicorn with a... Mask like his... Gaze lingering on the masked one for a few more moments, he pulled his attention away, looking to the food carts near the tavern. He needed something decent to eat. Drinking was out of the question... He couldn't even remember ever tasting a drop of liquor, and he didn't feel confident enough to try it now. He didn't know what would happen, and that was a bad thing. He wouldn't risk it.
He slowly browsed the food carts, finding their options coming from all over the continent, from Onea to Sedo, the flavors and styles were a sight to behold and made his stomach growl again in want.
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 7, 2018 22:56:53 GMT -6
R A P T U R E Male | Nothing | Vagabond
The little equine gasped up at the stallion he stood beside in pure awe. Seeing his stare down at him, Rapture felt a fire burn in his chest. He wanted to be exactly like this equine. Intimidating, calm and stern all at once. Yet also commanding. Rapture was going to lead the world and this equine here, he would be the starting point.
Regardless of what the other said or didn't say, Rapture would follow him. The music was drowned out, conversations ignored and drinks disregarded, the young Nothing was on a mission now. When the stallion took a seat to watch what seemed to be another song bird pegasus trying to make a name for themselves, Rapture scoffed softly and looked around finally. What a pity that he had to meet such an awe inspiring equine in a place like this. He was meant for more, deserved more. "Why do you linger here with these... Mortals?" Rapture asked, waiting for Vigil to lower the drink from his lips. "You could lead them, own them, you know..."
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Post by Western-Witch on Aug 8, 2018 1:51:48 GMT -6
Absinthe:Vagabond | Disciple
vagarious (adj.) erratic and unpredictable in behavior or direction. Absinthe was still nursing her sake as she wandered towards the tavern that the festival was built around. She thought to herself how much money the tavern owners were making and how easily it would be to take it. But she couldn't start trouble yet. It was still much too early.
She quietly followed a very pale horse into the joint. She caught a glimpse of his mask and felt a shiver go down her coat. Another, a darker unicorn wore a golden one. Did she not get the memo? Were masks the new thing? She smiled to herself, laughing at how dumb they both looked. But she couldn't help but kind of want one herself.
Before she decided to bother one of these two stallions she noticed a very familiar gangly yearling in the corner. Regret? Was Voidra here too? Absinthe hoped not. She had a weird fear of the small hybrid equine. Also Sin wanted to be top dog tonight.
"Why hello there Regret. Funny running into you here." She noticed his sour expression. "Why all moody?" She snatched a drink from a table of equines enamored with the raucous song bird up front. "Here this should help a bit?" She offered it to him, her black teke making the drink look like tar.
She looked around and noticed a smaller version of Regret up by the gold masked stallion. "Wait. Is that your little brother?" There were two of them? Absinthe was not a fan of children. Especially ones of Voidra. She was terrifying creature. Only more terrifying things could come from her. She ignored the thought and decided to see if the hormonal teenager had anything. "So why are you two here? Anything interesting planned?" Absinthe took the last swig of her sake and ordered a shot of absinthe. She stared at the green liquid and watched around her. "That pale one over there seems a little lost. Maybe we can mess with him?" He seemed to be looking for something. Maybe they could help him find it. She smiled darkly and downed the shot.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 9, 2018 19:26:46 GMT -6
RegretA Child of Digend The young moody teen was slightly unaware to see another cultist among here. He assumed most of them were off with his mother. Absinthe. "Hello Absinthe." he remarked in a cool collective way. His words seem so formal, so proper for a child of the cult. His was groomed under Voidra to be something else besides a mindless killer. "Unfortunately, Im stuck watching one of the twins..." He sighed a bit eyeing as his brother continued to follow after some masked unicorn. He hoped the unicorn would kill the child, but if they hadn't yet, he doubt Digend would favor him yet.
As she offered him a drink a part of him assumed this could be the death of him, but he was to the point he assumed either it would kill and he'd be done, or perhaps it would help. Win win to him. He took the drink, and offered it back to her. "Thanks for that." He remarked, the word was odd on his lips, thanks, it was something he barely said to those within the cult. Eyes followed to what she was talking about, and faint smile grew on his lips. "It would be quite 'good' of us to help him out." he smiled ever so friendly, a gimmick he followed from his mother a smile so fake, it was real.
Regret got up and eyed Absinthe allowing her to take the lead and he would follow suit. As he glanced around he eyed his brother once and sighed. Rapture can learn like he had learned everything the hard way.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 9, 2018 19:48:14 GMT -6
VigilA Vindicator Solider Perhaps he should have known better then to assume the child would leave him alone. To take a hint and buzz off. Nostrils flared a bit as he continued his drink, and suddenly the child began to peak. Old enough to talk, means old enough to cause trouble, and clearly the child was known for that. He could tell by the way he spoke, how he called overs mortals, he could rule them. Ha, the thought as he finished his drink placing it on the table. A faint sigh escaping his lips.
For a moment it seemed perhaps he wasn't going to say anything at all. Until he turned his head to look straight on at the child. "Seems you lack wit." he remarked with complete brutal honesty. "Best to learn you are no better then anyone else here, Being a leader means you get taken down first. Have others work for you without being a leader if you want to move forwards." Vigil looked to the young child, who lead him to believe such things?
That the leader always had the power, if anything they were an easy pawn, and easy target, all eyes on the leader means others get to follow in their own steps. Their attitude reminds them of a spoiled Aodh child. Thinking the world was for the taking, if only they knew. This world is the only thing that takes.
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 9, 2018 20:16:40 GMT -6
R A P T U R E Male | Nothing | Vagabond
As the lips of the seal brown opened to speak, Rapture seemed to hold his breath. Little ears swiveled forward, honing in completely on the other. Heart beat pumped in his ears, longing to know the thoughts of the other. Surely he would say something so powerful, so meaningful...
He was not wrong in hold the baited breath.
Head lifted and pulled back a bit more, eyes widening slightly as this information was gathered and processed. Words tumbled through his ears, head slowly tipping a bit. His mouth opened in awe before it closed slowly. "That's... Very intelligent." Rapture spoke softly, mind tumbling with new realizations. "Hide in the shadows and whisper in their ears. Puppets and yet avoiding all the blows..." Rapture couldn't believe what he was processing. This was brilliant! Tail circled and circled around his hooves like a cat, showing his subtle excitement. Golden eyes shifted to witness his brother venture off with a pegasus. He was sure he had seen the mare before but regardless, this equine here was opening up his young mind to show much more.
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Post by Western-Witch on Aug 10, 2018 14:57:01 GMT -6
Absinthe:Vagabond | Disciple
vagarious (adj.) erratic and unpredictable in behavior or direction. "Ah, so there's two of them? My apologies to you," She said as the foal with the golden tail snaked around the masked stallion. "He seems a little clingy," she muttered mostly to herself.
Regret's smile as he agreed to help cause some chaos gave Absinthe shivers. He was a creepy little thing. But it didn't matter much to her, they were finally going to have some fun. He allowed Absinthe to take the lead, a bit of nerves crossed her mind. As much as she didn't need to prove to anyone, anything; she felt like she had to to him.
They maneuvered through the crowd the two of them nothing special to look at. No one could guess who they were or what they were on a mission to cause. The pale stallion was eyeing some food stalls. She could almost see the hunger in him. Well that could be a good start, she thought.
Quickly she snatched a bag of shards hanging from a passerby. They may have felt a slight jostle, but in this crowd they would never suspect a pickpocket. And honestly what idiot just lets those hang loose in a place full of Vagabonds? They sort of deserved to have them taken from their person.
"Why hello there," She said as she smacked down enough shards to buy all three of them something from the stall the pale one was standing at. "I'm a fan of that mask of yours. Find it here?" She then turned to the stall keeper. "One for each of us please." She looked to the stallion. "I got lucky in a game of cards. Feel like sharing my luck tonight with others! Abbie, by the way. And this is my colleague Egret." She nodded to Regret, hoping he didn't mind she used a nickname of his. She, herself, used her own. She gave the stallion a soft smile, keeping her innocence up front.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Aug 10, 2018 16:14:10 GMT -6
║❖ Yasuo ❖ ║
"The day is for the honest men, the night is for thieves."
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Looking over the carts only made his stomach pains grow worse, and any hope he had of leaving and simply going to buy the candied fruits instead was completely gone by now. There were many choices, he wasn't exactly sure what to decide on. Whatever it was, he had to be able to take it and go hide. He couldn't eat around others. Not without them seeing. It would be too much of a risk to simply push his mask to the right side of his face... Even if he got something hot, and it cooled by the time he found a spot, he'd still go ahead and search. Hot food wasn't worth revealing himself.
Something made his spine crawl, however. Something just felt... Off. He couldn't tell. Intuition and experience quietly called to him, whispering that someone was watching. Though... With his mask, more brightly colored than his old one, it was almost to be expected... He'd draw attention with this one, yes... Maybe he needed to figure out a second one, patch up his old one or get some fabric to just make one he used for when he was working... He was rather attached to the more decorated, brightly colored mask by now, and he couldn't think of simply ditching it.
He hesitated in front of what appeared to be a Serorian based stand, and it was only a few moments later that there was a small slam next to him. Head snapping to the side, Yasuo stared blankly at the new mare, his mask only a flat, blank, ceaseless grin.
"Why hello there, I'm a fan of that mask of yours. Find it here?"
Yasuo hesitated, his experience nagging at him. Something wasn't right. He didn't feel safe with her. No one was like this. She was paying for it. His stomach chose to growl loudly, and he twitched. He'd take it gladly, if it meant he saved shards, so be it. But still, this did not feel right. But he slowly nodded in response to her question, the next statement making him balk, head turning to look at the younger equine at her side. He couldn't tell them his name. Not out of necessity or of trying to keep cover. It was physically impossible. Unless they knew sign language. He risked it, first signing in simple, standard sign language, 'Thanks.'
They didn't look to be thieves. They didn't know the Thieves Cant most likely, so he'd try to use normal sign language... If they understood it that was. He realized then that the new mask obscured more of his face, that it would make signing more difficult than before. Hm... Still, he couldn't tell them his name without writing it. And that might reveal weakness... He'd... Be careful with them... Take what he could, when it was offered, and leave at the first chance he got.
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 11, 2018 16:27:51 GMT -6
R A P T U R E Male | Nothing | Vagabond
As the small colt took up his residence beside the masked seal brown equine, he had already put a small plan into motion. Getting rip of regret was the first step, so being as annoying as he could during the venture here had been the goal all along. Next had been someone he could be 'dumped off' on for the sibling of his to feel comfortable leaving. The moment the other had left the Inn, Rapture knew everything was falling into place. After hearing what Vigil had to say, if anything, the little colt eventually slipped off, completely leaving behind the Inn and snaking along the outskirts.
A traveling band of wanders where just beginning to leave the festivities and the small unicorn saw his chance.
The perfect prey.
Water works started and with tears running down his face he ventured up to them, head down as his crying got louder. Of course the mare in the group would turn to him first, drawing close and comforting him. He sniffled on about how he was separated from his dad and that he knew how to get home but the woods where just oh so scary on his own. Playing them like a fiddle he excepted a bit of banter and disagreement but the mare won in the end and with Rapture guiding them as best he could he moved with the party back to mother dearest.
A good gift for her.
A great gift. Mother should be so proud. And he hoped Regret would get into even more trouble for losing track of him...
POST 4 | WORD COUNT 278
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2018 8:12:22 GMT -6
Your chapter is complete! Stay tuned for a wrap-up journal!
Your character's evening is about to come to a strange end...20 AP and 20 CS to Rapture, Absinthe, Yasuo, and Vigil
(i know some of yall only got 3 posts but you showed up all chapter and this thread was small so I See U) |
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