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I’m sticking with Libby for now. I want her to look into the special mirror before switching.😄
Quick bio… Libby is 10, she has straight, brown hair, glasses (which she hates), freckles, and it probably wearing a t-shirt and shorts. She’s also in her bare feet. She’s from Iowa in 2020.
For personality, she’s an outgoing kid who talks a lot, isn’t scared of much, thinks herself kinda superior to those younger than her, and REALLY loves sports (especially football). She’s a bouncy, fun-loving sort. You can’t go very wrong with her.
She’s with Teagan because he’s really the only one she’s met.😁
"If I'm gonna break, I'll break like the dawn." -Nightbirde
Libby had no idea what everyone was talking about. Just blubbering about guns and such. Like adults.
Everyone was focused on the girl in the middle of the room, wings spread, who had just introduced herself as Lytt. She looked like something straight out of a Marvel movie, or Chronicles of Narnia.
There was another guy on the far side of the room, with a gun, but only the bomb man was talking to him.
Libby pushed her glasses up onto the bridge of her nose and stepped forward. If the grown-ups weren’t going to take responsibility, it was up to the kids…and Luke had already introduced himself. “Hi.” She announced. “I’m Libby. I don’t know where we are, in some creepy castle.” She waved a hand. “Can you fly?”
"If I'm gonna break, I'll break like the dawn." -Nightbirde
Lytt’s heart thudded. Why was she here? She was needed in VaSerBo, right now. Everyone would be freaking out that she was gone! They’d probably think she was dead, then think there was a trap, and then things would go wrong and everything would fall apart. Everything they’d lost Indarra and nearly Jistis for.
She wanted to fly. Needed to fly was more like it. She felt trapped, something all Fethar hated. Without the sky above her, she was beginning to panic.
The girl with the glasses and brown hair got a look on her face that made Lytt a little nervous. She pushed her glasses back up onto her nose, looked straight at Lytt, and said, “Hi. I’m Libby. I don’t know where we are, in some creepy castle.” She waved her hand around vaguely. “Can you fly?”
Lytt’s eyebrows shot to the ceiling. She hadn’t expected to be directly addressed, not with this many people in the room. “Yes, I can. Sorry, excuse me!”
She was feeling very sick. Quickly, she ran to the other side of the room, not even caring if the back of her wings were impaled with an arrow or other missile from one of the strangers’ weapons. A window was over there, one she could stand at and see the sky through.
As soon as she glimpsed the sky, she felt much better. All nausea disappeared like steam. The girl stared at her strangely, and Lytt smiled. “Sorry. I get a little claustrophobic at times. Comes with being trapped inside, I guess.” She looked around her surroundings, then back at the girl, who she was beginning to like. “Just Libby, huh?”
The bird-girl smiled. She reminded Libby of Liz at school…only Liz was annoying. “Sorry. I get a little claustrophobic at times. Comes with being trapped inside, I guess.”
Libby wasn’t claustrophobic, but dark images of the inside of the desk bounced before her mind.
“Just Libby, huh?” The lady asked, folding her wings behind her.
“It’s actually Liberty.” Libby said, grinning back. “Is yours actually Lytt? Is it spelled like a light? Like L-L…” Stink, how do you spell that word? “L-I-T-G-H…E?” Libby wrinkled her nose. She knew there was a gh somewhere in there, but she couldn’t remember where.
The lady laughed. She had a nice laugh.
“It’s L-I-G-H-T.” The boy, Luke said.
Libby looked back at him, pooching out her lip and frowning. “I know that.” She grouched.
He grinned wide.
Libby couldn’t tell if he was showing off, or just smiling to smile. She narrowed her eyes at him for a long moment, and then decided on an important question. “How old are you?” She hoped he wasn’t younger than her…she hated being outdone by younger kids. Especially Jack.
At least Luke didn’t have big ears.
"If I'm gonna break, I'll break like the dawn." -Nightbirde
I like it! 😀 And yes, you can join! I’m gonna make a second thread soon though, since we have some more people interested, and possibly move a few of us over there at some point.
@joelle-stone Non-human characters are fine! In the original thread that the Parimis had, there was a talking wolf 🙂And you portrayed Dharin perfectly 🙂
I say one character drops out at a time. That way we can have mystery hour with the rest wondering where he or she went off too.
*nods* I like that.
Ok so can somebody give me a basic idea of what has been decided/talked about as far as what we’re doing with characters moving in and out and all?
Sorry I haven’t been very active on here lately XD
“Enough! Be quiet! I can’t hear myself think! I can’t hear my teeth chatter!"
@everyone
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Dharin stood there in the same room he had started in, feeling incredibly confused, and not a little amused, to tell the truth. The names of the places that had been mentioned were strange to him, and he didn’t recognize any as being on any of the maps he’d looked at in his lifetime. And now there was a woman with bird wings, and another man with a strange weapon. None of this made any sense. How would the wizards have gotten such a variety of people mixed up in their spells? He shook his head, laughing to himself. It didn’t matter. They were here, more people seemed to be popping up every time he turned around, and there wasn’t anything he could do but wait and see how things worked out.
He stepped forward a few paces, clearing his throat. “Welcome.” Everyone in the room turned to look at him, including the bird woman; Lytt. Dharin found himself mesmerized by her eyes, and had to pull his thoughts back to what he was saying. “I was going to make a grand introduction speech to fan away this awkwardness, but I seem to have forgotten the script.” He laughed softly, and saw a few people crack a smile. “So instead, I ask that we all keep in mind the women and children in the room, whatever actions are taken.” He ended on a smile, and stepped back out of the inadvertent circle that had been made.
As a few hesitant conversations started up again, Dharin allowed his feet to carry him to one of his favorite spots; a corner. He found corners comforting. No one could sneak up on you from behind or beside. You could see everywhere there was to see at once. Nobody usually payed any attention to what was in the corner: it was too small and dark to care about. And there was still enough room to draw a sword or dagger.
Everyone was focused on Lytt and the other man, so Dharin leaned against the wall and let his mind wander to his sister. Theresa would have loved to see Lytt. She was always fascinated with birds, and wished that she could fly.
Ironic, isn’t it? asked a part of his brain. Ironic that she wished for wings, but was put in a cage.
Shut up, Dharin thought. But it didn’t shut up.
She wanted to fly. But she was chained. She was caged, like a feral cat.
Dharin clenched a fist in the fabric of his sleeve. He tried to think of something else; anything else. But still that part of his mind kept going.
You watched her. You saw her being drug aboard the ship, shoved into the cage. You saw her tears as the ship pulled away from the docks. You heard her cry for you; for Mother; for Father not to do this. But you stood still, and did nothing to help her.
Dharin pulled so hard on his sleeve that he ripped it. He yelled back at his own mind, furious, nearly in tears himself. I WAS FIFTEEN. I WOULD HAVE BEEN CROSSING FATHER IF I TRIED TO DO ANYTHING. THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO.
He took a few deep breaths, wishing he was sitting in a field of grass that he could rip up by the handful. He settled for drawing his dagger, sinking down to sit on the floor, and scratching designs into the stones. There was a time that he would have scratched obscenities, but he found that it didn’t help him deal with his feelings any better than scratching flowers and vines, and flowers were generally preferable over curses.
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Sorry for the abrupt ending XD I couldn’t figure out where I wanted to go from there.
Oh yeah, which characters are currently where? Is everyone in the main room with Lytt and Will now?
“Enough! Be quiet! I can’t hear myself think! I can’t hear my teeth chatter!"
OMW!! I and Jaylin have so much catching up to do!!!!!!!!!!!!! And welcome to the newcomers!
Jominkreesa! For the weirdos who know what it means! 😉 I love you guys!
@anne_the_noob14 / Livi Ryddle,
I think we decided that once the answer about our character (mine is how does Lytt respond to romantic attention), then the castle swaps that character for another one. They go one at a time, though, so that we have a scene of, “Hang on. What? What just happened?” that kind of scene. 😛 Maybe our characters will eventually figure it out, IDK. 🙂 Someone correct me if I’m wrong! 🙂
*nods* Gotcha. That makes sense to do it that way.
@everyone
So I suppose I should tell folks what question I’m trying to answer or whatever about Dharin, huh…
I think what I’m gonna try to figure out is how he copes with being reminded of his sister time and time again in just a few hours/days/whatever. In the story, he’s reminded of her a couple times a week maybe, but no oftener than that. Here, he’s already been reminded of her twice, and has probably been thinking about her pretty constantly. So I’d like to see how he does with it. 🙂
“Enough! Be quiet! I can’t hear myself think! I can’t hear my teeth chatter!"
Hey, did someone mention having a Google doc with all the story bits in it? I think I saw someone said they were gonna put a link up or something? Trying to make sure my brain isn’t making things up XD
“Enough! Be quiet! I can’t hear myself think! I can’t hear my teeth chatter!"
I have a file of everything. I can post it here (on StoryEmbers) if you’d like? I don’t have a GoogleDoc.
Jominkreesa
'Forth now! And fear no darkness!'
Guess there’s no room left in Character Castle:( Is it ok if i just hang out here like a manic vulture waiting for an outlet. and just like. comment? constantly?
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Oh, I’m sorry! I hate when that happens. Of course, Connor and (grr, can’t remember her name) the lady that can act real well and has all of those “masks” aren’t really here – they’re kind of just standing around since their RP-ers aren’t here. I think. So, I think it’d be ok if you joined, but I just joined so I don’t really have the authority to say so. But I’m fine if you just hang around and comment constantly. 🙂
The guy with the sword suddenly stepped into the middle of the room. Lytt turned to face him, tense, wondering what was going on. She wasn’t too terribly concerned, since she was beginning to trust these people, but Malvat could manipulate anyone. Who knew? Maybe Rebere and the others were somewhere in the castle, wandering around wondering what had happened. Or maybe Delernious had finally gotten overzealous with his power experimenting and had somehow teleported her here. That wouldn’t be good.
“Welcome.” The man said, running a hand through his hair. “I was going to make a grand introduction speech to fan away this awkwardness, but I seem to have forgotten the script.” He laughed a little, and Lytt smiled slightly. She was beginning to like this guy. He reminded her of Jenis. “So instead, I ask that we all keep in mind the women and children in the room, whatever actions are taken.”
Huh? What does that mean? As Lytt moved aside to allow the guy to step out of the circle that she and the others had formed around him, she frowned slightly. Was he expecting a fight? She appreciated his willingness to protect her and the other women and children, but was still slightly confused.
Small conversations started up, and Lytt noticed that Libby had begun talking with the well-dressed boy. He’d called himself Prince Luke. Odd. There hadn’t been a prince since Malvat’s takeover. Unless she’d somehow been placed in a kingdom he was still working on conquering.
Lytt retreated to the window again. She breathed deeply, becoming more accustomed to her surroundings. She could do this. There was plenty of room to spread her wings for a short flight if needed.
The guy who had given his speech was sitting in a corner, his eyes unfocused, lost in thought. Curious, Lytt sneaked another glance – she didn’t want to be caught openly staring. He looked almost angry, yet sorrow so deep she could barley fathom it warred with the anger. He was clenching his sleeve. Suddenly he jerked, and ripped it. Concerned, Lytt now watched him without reservation, hoping to catch his eye and give a smile or something to cheer him up.
Still not noticing, the guy drew his dagger and sank down on the floor, his back to the walls he was sitting between. His jaw was clenched, but he still appeared more relaxed. Lytt averted her eyes, deciding she wouldn’t catch his. Still, her heart hurt for him. Worry about your own problems. Lytt told herself. But she always had a knack for knowing when people wanted to talk, and if she let that person sit by themselves, just walked away, the thought of them haunted her for weeks.
Sighing, Lytt turned and walked over to the man. He was scratching designs into the stone: flowers, vines, the like. Curious.
“Hey.” Lytt said softly. “Nice speech.” Unsure how he’d react, she shifted her weight from foot to foot, ready to fling her wings into his face or just turn and walk away depending on his reaction.
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