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With a laugh and a slight dance around the center ring Ophelia lights up. "Well now little ones its time for a real treat, a little automated fun! Don't worry though, they do as they're told! She motioned for Dil to come forward. "The stage is yours darling!"
Vincent smiled as he parted the curtain of the tent to allow, the young woman entrance. "Now my dear, what do you wish to exchange?"
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IC: Clara blinks, tilting her head. "How do you mean?" She asks. Her locket feels hot against her neck, but she's too focused on Vincent to notice. The cause of the heat is Katara, desperately trying to warn the daughter who can't see or hear her. The poor ghost is panicking, knowing just how much danger Clara is in.
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Vincent lifts his mask, his hypnotic eyes flashing with glee. "This tent is for exchanging. A trade of sorts. I give you what you've always desired for something of yours." The painting on his mask begin to swirl and dance as faint laughter is heard.
Ophelia claps in glee as she watches the performance. Her eyes still glazed over. "Oh I do enjoy such a sight! Don't you all?" The crowd begins to cheer as they shout at the volunteer "Make him dance! Make him do a flip! Let me try!"
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Wildfire of Leafclan made her way into the clearing. She was sent by her leader to hurry ahead in case he couldn't make it before the appointed time. The ruddy brown bobtail stretched before making her way to Fallenoak and Fisheye. "Hello there, my name is Wildfire, yours?"
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The grin on the ringleader's face only widens. "Well my dear, what are you offering? If you don't have any money you could always work for me here." He glides over to Clara and holds her hands. "Imagine working for one of the world's most spectacular shows. The audiences will adore you, you'll never be left out or alone again."
Ophelia caught the remote and with a gleeful laugh turned to the center of the ring, "Now now Dil. We don't want to tell anyone how to kill such a lovely thing like yourself. Without you we wouldn't have such a wonderful show! But alas it is time for our next performance, may we have another round of applause for our very own non-autonomous darling dear?"
With that last sentence the crowds begin clapping and cheering again as Ophelia sends Dil back behind the large curtains.
"Now little ones...Its time for a sight so extravagant you'll be on the edge of your seats.."
The goat girl turned to Becky and Betty, "You're up!"
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With a smile and a curt nod the bobtail sat down. "No need to apologize, I understand how boring gatherings get. Uptight and at each others throats. Its alright to be a little rude." she twitched her ears, "Though I would watch my tongue. You never know what could happen at a gathering that will follow you home."
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Vincent nods, "You wish to see the truth, what would you exchange for it?" He tenderly holds her cheek in a gloved hand before pulling away and smiling at her. "What is the truth worth to you darling?"
OOC: sorry for the short post low muse
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Name: Wildfire
Age: 2 years
Gender: Female
Looks: A dark reddish brown she-cat with black stripes along her back and white toes. She has a lighter brown underbelly with black socks and a white muzzle. She is also a long haired bobtail cat. (She lost most of her tail during a badger attack)
Personality: Wildfire is a spunky and occasionally short tempered cat. She adopted her father's personality and Her mother's charm. She can be quite flirty at times however she wont settle down with just any old Tom. While she may seem cold and rude, deep down she's a real softie. She enjoys spending time with others and will be other's shoulder to cry on when needed.
History: Wildfire was born to a kittypet mother and a warrior father, however when the day came for twolegs to take her and her siblings she had left to go follow her father. Upon returning she discovered her missing siblings and her mother, fearing what would happen to the young kitten sent her away to be raised by her father. However she was not exactly welcome with open arms. As she was half kittypet she had her loyalty constantly questioned. The day she finally broke down and left was the day her father and her were out hunting, a badger had ambushed them and while they managed to fight it off her father was mortally wounded. She managed to drag him back to camp to get him help but the clanmembers managed to twist her words making it seem like she led him to the badger and let him get attacked. For days after that while her father healed she was kept under clan arrest. She was only allowed to leave if she had supervision. Her father managed to make it but lost his front leg and left eye. That night while in the warrior's den he told her to leave, they would never accept her and he didn't want her life ruined over something as small as where she was born. She left and after weeks of traveling found darkclan.
Crush: Open
Mate: Open
Kits: None yet
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Wildfire padded out into the clearing, her reddish coat brightened by the sun. She let out a yawn and stretched before heading to the fresh kill pile. Immediately a rotten smell hit her senses and she recoiled. Pushing away some of the kill until she found the source, a rotted vole. She batted it away until she reached the edge of camp. Once there she carefully picked up the dead thing and took it to a tree where she buried it. "That takes care of that."
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hey guys Ghost here, I'm closing this thread. I have way to much on my plate with school and a new job. Plus trying to navigate around the new site is hell in a handbasket. I'll try to stay active on the site itself but honestly that's gonna be a bit of a task in of itself. I had so much fun meeting and fleshing out this story with you guys, the characters you brought in and the friendships we've made are the best things on this site at the moment. I'm going to miss you all, sorry we couldn't keep this going. I'll catch you through the screen
Napping-Ghost
If you would like updates on the book you can reach me here
DA: http://napping-ghost.deviantart.com/
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email: dragonspirit42@gmail.com
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much regretti with this new spaghetti
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Alright guys considering I probably won't be coming back to this site do you think we should open up a discord or skype chat for the rp if it were to continue? As well as other possible rps?
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- Name: Ann-zelic
- Age: 18
- Race: Redguard
- Family: None in Skyrim, family in Hammerfell believes she is dead
- Gender: Female
- Weapon of Choice: Ebony sword and Mace of Molag Bal mainly.
- Magic?: Uses destruction and conjuration magic as well as healing though it is weak. She prefers using a sword or bow
- Sexuality: Bisexual
- Appearance:
(She basically looks like this but instead wears the dark brotherhood armor or vampire armor)
- History: Born to nobles in Hammerfell, Ann-zelic had been part of an arranged marriage. The night after the ceremony her husband was killed and she was kidnapped and sold into slavery, they were taking the captives to Skyrim. She managed to escape and cross the border only to be caught by imperial soldiers. She barely escaped being executed when a dragon had attacked the town. Fleeing from the scene with an imperial soldier she managed to gain her freedom. It was around this time she met and helped a funny little jester. Through him she joined the dark brotherhood and became the listener.
- Dragonborn?: No
- Other: She was turned a vampire by Lord Harkan during a Dawnguard quest. She never returned to either faction
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alrighty! When you get it set up let me know, also if available I highly reccomend discord. It works like skype but with less lag