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"We were. Although when we became hunters, Jaggie was chosen for a special assignment, and we didn't see each other. But whenever we met up, there's nothing that could stand in our way." She smiled.
OPEN STARTER..
{The older gentleman lifted his head curiously when he heard the sounds of your nearing footsteps, your feet gently crunched on the autumn leaves that littered the graveyard. You hear as he clears his throat, you finally turn to look at him.}
“Well then..” {He spoke, voice gentle as ever so as to not spook you.} “..I don’t believe graveyards get many visitors, especially this one-“ {He notes, taking in the disheveled and unkempt appearance of Mère-Lachaiselongue Cemetery before meeting your gaze once again.} “I’m Regis, and you are..?”
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"It is a little." River said, shaking her hand, trying to get the marshmallow gunk off. But it seemed to have melted to her arm. "Gods damn it..." she mumbled under her breath. She reached over and pulled a small feather from her wings and began using the end of it to try and scrape the marshmallow off.
☆Open Starter☆
Everyone is around the camp fire, singing songs, roasting marshmallows, and talking amongst themselves.
But Ray is sitting sperated from the rest, fiddling with a loose string on their camp shirt. They seem nervous.
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"It was very different, I promise you. I grew up in foster care for a large part of my childhood." She looked at the rain cascading down against the window. "So things like having friends or going on holidays wasn't something I experienced for a good chunk of my childhood."
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"Oh." Maria deflated, but she was still a little suspicious. "Well, I did things all children do. I went to school, I had friends, went on holiday, all those things. I'm sure it wasn't much different than yours."
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"Relax, I'm just saying it's hard to imagine you as a kid." She clarified. "Like what you did as a kid or what you got up to."
In truth, Moon could imagine what it's like. To have a parent who was a murderer. Or at least maybe a murderer. But she wasn't stupid enough to say that part out loud.
"I can't imagine you having any kinf of childhood." Moon said, looking out the window of the prosecutor office.
Maria's head snapped up from her desk. Maybe she misheard. Surely Moon had not crossed such a line.
"...What did you say?" Her tone screamed, "I heard what you said, but I'm feeling generous, so I'm giving you a chance to save yourself".
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Moon look up at the night sky next to the doctor. She watched silently for a few moments before speaking. "You know, despite how much we travel around together. I don't know much about you."
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Kelpie laid asleep up in a tree not too far away. Traveling to this strange land was exciting, even if there were so many humans and human like things wandering around everything.
Only when the tree begin to wither and the branches begin breaking under them did the dragon finally awaken. They opened there eye and let out a yawn. "The hell?" They said, jumping down from the tree. They began walking towards what seemed to be the source of this power. Only to see a human holding some sort of dark energy. Intrigued, they began moving forward, and there scales changing colors to further blend into the environment.
open rp || gale dekarios
The idea had come to him since discovering the true nature of the orb in his chest. It itched and scratched in the back of his mind. Since Elminster had stabilised the orb, the potential of that ball of energy was chewing on Gale's mind. After all, it was… the weave. Just - something new, changed, different, unpredictable, but weave none the less… and if there was one thing Gale sought in this world, it was understanding.
Mystra wanted him to blow up? Well, what did it matter if he just… dug in a little? Late at night, in his tent, he explored. Oh so carefully. Reaching out as he would to wind to weave to his words, but instead of drawing from around him, he tugged from the centre of his chest. It didn't come easily, it didn't wish to bow, sending icy tendrils through his arm, throbbing in his chest, but after a moment he persisted…
The grass underneath him withered, blackened, and turned to dust. There was a surge of power, a surge of white heat, scorching like acid or brandy through his veins. Gone in an instant, and yet… something addictive about it. Thrilled by discovery, Gale had exited his tent, moving some distance away into the woods - away from the others and the risk of judgement. Taking a deep breath, everything calm and measured as he held his unbandaged arm out, murmuring the incantation for light - and instead of a glowing ball forming, there was a flicker, and then a tiny black spot appeared - growing as big as a clenched fist, the inversion of light itself, drawing everything into it. That pain began to spark through his veins again, nature around him starting to wither.
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River stood by the fire. Enjoying the weekend back home. When she noticed a kid sitting by herself.
The college student walked over to them. "Hey, what you doing here all on your own?" She asked. The winged half-blood tried to throw a marshmallow into her mouth, but it had gotten stuck to her celestial brozen prosthetic hand.
☆Open Starter☆
Everyone is around the camp fire, singing songs, roasting marshmallows, and talking amongst themselves.
But Ray is sitting sperated from the rest, fiddling with a loose string on their camp shirt. They seem nervous.
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Physical Touch Symbol Starters
Send in a symbol to...
🤝 ∘✿∘ Shake my muse's hand
🤜 ∘✿∘ Punch my muse
🙌 ∘✿∘ Push my muse
👊 ∘✿∘ Grab onto my muse
👐 ∘✿∘ Hug my muse
👉 ∘✿∘ Tap my muse on the shoulder
🙊 ∘✿∘ Cover my muse's mouth
🙉 ∘✿∘ Cover my muse's ears
🏋 ∘✿∘ Lift my muse
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Quiet and Withdrawn
"You never talk to me any more."
"I haven't heard you speak in days."
"Why are you being so quiet?"
"I'm worried about you."
"Is there anything you need to tell me?"
"I just ... want to help you?"
"Is there something wrong?"
"You should tell someone, even if it's not me."
"We can just sit together if you want."
"Do you want me to come cook dinner and play video games?"
"I just don't want to talk about it."
"I want a few days away, that's all."
"What does it matter?"
"I just don't have anything to say."
"Nobody cared. So I stopped talking."
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"It's okay, you didn't know." Selena reassured him. "We were very, we grew up together. He was always getting into trouble one way or another. But he was an amazing hunter. Even as a kid, he showed great potential. Although he didn't always think things through." Her smile was soft as she thought of her friend.
OPEN STARTER..
{The older gentleman lifted his head curiously when he heard the sounds of your nearing footsteps, your feet gently crunched on the autumn leaves that littered the graveyard. You hear as he clears his throat, you finally turn to look at him.}
“Well then..” {He spoke, voice gentle as ever so as to not spook you.} “..I don’t believe graveyards get many visitors, especially this one-“ {He notes, taking in the disheveled and unkempt appearance of Mère-Lachaiselongue Cemetery before meeting your gaze once again.} “I’m Regis, and you are..?”
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Chapter 3 of Skadi's Pursuit is out now! Sorry for the delay!
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I'm not sure if I've ever shared it, but this is my blog where I share my writing outside of roleplay. Feel free to check it out if y'all are interested
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Selena squinted her eyes. Trying to get a better look. "I think so?" She blinked a few times. But with her being blind in one eye, it made it hard for Selena to be one hundred precent sure.
"The thing is... I don't know how to get back." Selena explained. "I'm not an expert on how this stuff happens. All I know is I came across these strange runes. I was investigating them, and the next thing I know, I'm here."
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Hurt and Comfort Dialogue Prompts
"This is going to hurt."
"Are you okay?"
"Take a deep breath."
"You probably don't want to watch this."
"You're doing great."
"Did you miss me?"
"Look at me."
"Please don't cry."
"You can't keep it bottled up forever."
"It's okay to cry, you know."
"No one's looking."
"Can you talk?"
"You're safe, I promise."
"I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."
"Did you hear me?"
"Squeeze my hand."
"Feel better now?"
"You ever gotten stitches before?"
"Keep the ice on it."
"How long did you think you could hide that?"
"You're a terrible liar."
"You didn't do anything wrong."
"It wasn't your fault."
"I think you owe them an apology."
"Bite down on this."
"I'm sorry you had to see me like that."
"On the count of three, okay?"
"No one ever cared about me like you."
"Do you know how to use a first aid kit?"
"Hold on."
"Don't look at them, look at me."
"There's nothing you could have done."
"You remind me of someone."
"You're covered in blood, need to tell me something?"
"It's just a headache, I'm fine."
"Can you lock the door?"
"Try to eat something."
"I'm going to be sick."
"Here, let me carry you."
"Don't look down."
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cold dialogue starters
dialogue for your cold-ridden whumpee:
"I’ve got chills all over."
“I think the cold got in my bones."
"I’m never gonna be warm again."
"Will you hold me? Please? I’m freezing.”
"I can't stop shivering."
"I just can’t get warm enough."
"I’m fine, really - just chilled and achy.”
"Can you get me another blanket?"
"Is it cold in here or is it just me?"
"Just...just lay next to me. You're warm and I'm cold."
“I think I’m coming down with something. I’ve felt shivery all morning.”
“Can I just…sit next to the fire a little longer? Please? I’m frozen.”
“I’ll feel better once I can wrap up.”
aaaand dialogue for your caretaker;
“Love, I think you’ve got the chills.”
“Still shivering?”
“Oh honey, you look frozen through.”
“C’mere. Of course I’ll warm you up.”
“Are you warm enough.”
“Poor thing—you must be chilled to the bone.”
“You’ve been shivering since we got home - are you feeling okay?”
“Let’s get you a blanket.”
“You’ve got to stay wrapped up, sweetheart, or you’ll get chilled.”
“C’mon, you, get under the covers. We’ll get you warm.”
“I see you shivering.”
“Get closer to the fire, love. There you go, that's better.”
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RANDOM INJURY CARETAKING STARTERS
“You’re cold, come here.”
“Breathe, breathe, it’s gonna be okay.”
“Hey, I’ve got you. You’re okay, I’ve got you.”
“Shh, shh, it’s alright. It’s okay.”
“I’m right here. I’m not leaving you, alright?”
“Look at me.”
“You’re hurt, you need to sit down.”
“You’re bleeding.”
“It’s just a flesh wound.”
“I’m fine, stop worrying so much.”
“You need to rest.”
“I’ll rest when I’m dead. Let’s go.”
“Hey, stay with me.”
“Woah, steady.”
“You’re shaking.”
“I can hear your heartbeat from here.”
“I can feel your heartbeat.”
“Count to ten for me, and then backwards to one.”
“Can you hear me?”
“Just focus on my heartbeat, okay?”
“Nothing is gonna hurt you now.”
“Let me take a look at that wound.”
“Take a few deep breaths, it’ll help lower your heart rate and calm your body down a bit.”
“Match your breathing with mine. You can do it.”
“You’re hurt, I’m not leaving you.”
“Just leave me.”
“I’ll be okay, just go.”
“Your heartbeat is so loud.”
“Can you just…hold me?”
“I won’t let go.”
“I know you’re scared, but you’re gonna have to let me go so I can stop you from bleeding out.”
“You’re not dying. I’m not gonna let you.”
“Am I gonna die?”
“I’m so tired…”
“Can I…just…”
“No, no! Open your eyes!”
“Oh thank god, you’re okay.”
“What happened?”
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Send 👂to tuck a strand of hair behind my muse's ear!
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