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- « INTRO ⇢ WINTERBALL.EXE » OVERFLOW
Who: everyone, literally everyone
When: ooc: 04/25-04/26; ic: 12/26
Where: the Gardens
What: overflow of intro log + winter ball!
Rating/Warning: PG-13 | possibly nsfw (please let me know if you need this rating changed, or you are welcome to continue any naughty shenanigans in a private log)
When: ooc: 04/25-04/26; ic: 12/26
Where: the Gardens
What: overflow of intro log + winter ball!
Rating/Warning: PG-13 | possibly nsfw (please let me know if you need this rating changed, or you are welcome to continue any naughty shenanigans in a private log)
//winterball.EXE
 A few weeks prior to December 26th, an invitation went out to all whom already reside in Cerealia. In delicate, curling script, it read: You are cordially invited by Natalia L.K. Lanvaldear to a Winter Ball to be held on the Eve of December 26th in the Gardens. Dress in your best attire and enjoy a magical evening of dance and fine cuisine. What do you mean we should fuss about worlds being destroyed? Get into the holiday spirit, you scrooge! And in regards to the new-comers: whether you have been wandering Cerealia over the course of the past few days and managed to receive one of the later waves of invitations or have simply suddenly appeared in the gardens with nothing but the (hopefully…. appropriate….) clothes on your back, welcome. The gardens have been transformed through the work of
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//SCENARIOS.EXE
PHASE I [ xx PHASE II [ xx PHASE III [ xx PHASE IV [ xx BONUS [ why[ Remember to apply proper warnings on threads with trigger-y or inappropriate material and do let me know (through FAQ comment or PM preferably!) if your thread careens off into maiming or canoodling so I can lock the log. ] |
xx ] Like any respectable ball, your entrance is announced as you walk right into the party! What do you mean you wanted to slip in unnoticed? That simply won’t do. Natalia managed to rope in someone – is that a Tellus native? – to do the honor of acknowledging your character as they make their debut to the ball. This guy is under strict orders to not miss a single soul. If your character doesn’t give him a name and title ahead of time, then he’ll just make something up. Think along the lines of Broseidon McSnootyname, Duke of Erectile Dysfunction-- What do you mean that’s not your name?//RUN.EXE
Welcome to CEREALIA's latest intro post overflow! It's a bit early but just to make sure the transition for everyone over here was captcha-free. This one is player-run and all the basics have been laid out for you here. Absolutely feel free to come up with your own prompts and post new intros! For your convenience, I whole-heartedly welcome questions and inquiries being directed to my attention here and I'll answer them to the best of my ability! |
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All right. A favour, then.
[ He has no qualms about helping somebody out, though if it's going to cause some trouble, he'll end up refusing it and will ask to do something else. In hindsight, maybe he should mention that he won't do certain things, but after growing up with a younger brother who pulls the same kinds of things on him, he knows better than to add conditions.
Publicly, anyway. ]
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though, that agreement (or in his mind, slave acquirement confirmation) is enough to fuel his metaphorical fire. emphasis on the word metraphorical since he's a priest, not a magician. but, even if he isn't equipped with heavy damage-dealing spells, the job that's expected of him was simple enough. in his world, it'd probably be nothing more than a beginner's quest with a bit of a sob story to it. though, putting labels aside, he finally moves to complete their deal.
lifting his spear once more, he slices across the branches, even the ones adjacent and wriggling towards the other male. though, as great and splendid as that is— he may have done it in a manner that was precariously close, if just to revel in the other's potential apprehension for a bit.
though, on a brighter note, at least he's freed? not from priest, but from the tree... ] So?
[ okay, he didn't get begging, but there def. has to be high praises, right?
who cares if he didn't... exactly prepare a good landing for you. ]
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almost getting sliced isn't new to him either. he's had his brother make a robot that threw knives at him. the hamada brothers are truly very responsible inventors. though, just because he's experienced almost dying a lot of times, doesn't mean he's grown accustomed to it. and he's only experienced death once; and in no way does he plan on getting used to that.
his landing isn't perfect... more like painful. but his neck and back were hurting to begin with, that the pain's sensation doesn't last long. it just blends in with the discomfort he was already experiencing.
he gets up and dusts himself off, then rubs the back of his neck, and stretches it a bit. and now that he's in a better and more comfortable stance—aka standing upright—his mood becomes more pleasant. ]
Like I said, I owe you one.
[ his tone isn't condensing, more like he's just reminding priest of the fact. ]
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he's waiting for that scrap to feed his ego. the "oh, great priest, you've truly saved me! allow me (and the rest of my measly village filled with good-natured fools) to sing you praises for years to come," etc, etc. we plan to name our church hall after you, etc, etc. sermons will be made, services will be held daily— except, record scratch... none of that happens.
... is this your mood being more pleasant, tadashi???? ] ... [ his smug expression flattens for a few seconds. ] Don't you think you have something else to say? [ he wouldn't even be opposed to you belatedly getting on your hands and feet now...
as if to pronounce his point, he pokes him a bit firmly with the end of his spear.
not the sharp end, unfortunately, but hey, we can't have everything. ]
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you're so delusional.
no love,
everybody.
tadashi blinks curiously when he's poked, and swats the spear's end away after it makes contact. he's not sure where priest is going... nor is he interested in finding out. ]
Do I?
[ does he? he already thanked the guy. what more does he want? ]
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...
[ he heaves out. an obvious action that was made purposely evident. ]
Wipe that dumb look off your face. ... this is why I'm sick of working with men. [ grosso. ] Your gratitude. [ more of it??? come on???
do it right and he might not tack on interest?? nah, he still will, but do it anyway. ]
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with a smile - AND THAT'S ALL HE GIVES - he says: ]
I owe you big time.
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but, it's here, he sort of relents to the idea that it isn't coming. though, not without being haughty and highly unimpressed. ] You really are slower than you look.
Or, you have guts. [ a pause. ] I'll remember this.
[ it's a warning as he turns his back.
... interest rate: 100%. it's decided. ]