Fantasy Curse of Dinwater

[The Doorman]

(Oh my goodness, that may be happening to me right now... Though I'm pretty sure the other rps I'm in died... Ah, notifications. hope you can get that worked out, Cthulhu-Chan~ *Uhuhuhuhuhu*)

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

He shot another one of the wolves, who fell dead after being shot between the eyes. "Alright, I'll cover our backs!" He said, lagging behind. He made sure that all of them got in safely. "Any idea what is happening here?" He ask, holstering his gun. He'd heard rumors before, but he haven't actually seen one of those things. He heard a thud, which Thomas also heard. "Are there any other doors here? Windows? Any place that those things might use to enter?"

 

[The Meticulous Liar]

"Water please?" She had asked silently, waiting for Marie to look at her cuts and bruises as well. When the thunder struck, Constanze tensed up in the chair and nonchalantly covered her ears. Even though she had did intensive studies on thunderstorms, she wasn't any less afraid of the sound. She heard someone remark on a thud, and the idea of it being her heart, flew right out the window, "I heard it." She spoke silently after Thomas finished defending the Prince. Before she could say more she heard a very brief squeak. 'Mice?' She asked herself as she then nonchalantly brought her feet into the chair

 

[Juli Zakstyre]

Rassie had stormed off after the "prince" encounter, and she headed for home. At one point, her shoe got caught in a bush, and since she was too tired to care, she groaned and pulled her leg free, leaving her shoe there. She now walked in a sock and a shoe back to her house. She drudged over to home, noticing a sudden rustle in the trees. She ignored it and went home.


Lyra sighed at Althusar's reply. He always had something interesting to contribute to any conversation, and for that, she was grateful. Being dead had its perks, but sometimes it got a little dull. "All the stars are connected to one person. each person's star determines their destiny. "" "

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

He chuckled as he heard what she said. "You have a point, but dear child, are you implying that each person are dead?" He said, looking at Lyra. Of course he knew what she meant, but he can't help but to joke about it. "All stars are dead, it is only their brilliance that reaches us. But even if that is the case, there are still those that lives, continuing to share their brilliance. You see, some people claim to be the light the world needs, and yet they are dead on the inside, all their light only a false promise. It is truly hard to distinguish the true, living stars from the false ones." He said, gleaning wisdom from the joke he made.

 

[The Doorman]

The prince came back once he'd fulfilled their requests, glancing over at the window a moment to see that... Where'd it go? He didn't want to know, as he didn't want to know what those wolves wanted with him, nothing good, obviously. When he came back he was a bit jumpy, but had a good hold on things, so no tea was spilt and no glasses fell onto the floor, which would have been unfortunate as the china in his home was very fine, though he could always replace it he'd be just as disappointed as anyone else. He handed everyone their preferred beverages be for he approached Thomas, who had managed to get his arm stitched up by Marie in record time, she was always good at getting things done quickly. "I don't know if you feel up to it, but I brought you some coffee... Just in case..." He glanced around at the strangers in his home, then looked back to the injured man, "Thank you for protecting me... And I'm sorry I hit you so hard, I told you that it'd be wise to go... So you wouldn't get hit anymore, you don't deserve to have to deal with my façade, it's not right..."


"You are stuck with me until one of us dies, and I protect you so you won't die, it'd have to be me and I'm tough enough to fight!" He stuck his tongue out and as he retracted it he looked at the... Erm... Guests to see how they were doing.


Marie looked over Constanze's scrapes, cleaning them and bandaging them as she began to speak, "Did Sawyer run you over? Sorry, if he did... He's a clumsy boy, can't dance for his life!" She said with a small smile and a very hushed laugh.

 

[The Meticulous Liar]

With the events that transpired, Constanze couldn't be cross with Sawyer almost running her over. She placed her cup down as gently as possible for her hands were too shaky to hold it. Smiling back at Marie, "Its quite alright really. If I had known the prince would come barreling down the street, I would have cleared the way entirely." She said in her soft, lady-like voice, "I too can be clumsy, so I cannot remain cross with him." She looked over at the others and then towards the prince and Thomas, "We would like to know what exactly is going on now, please."

 

[The Doorman]

Thomas nodded once, "Very well, give me a moment..." He left and headed out, when he returned he held three books, each without a title on their covers, "I know they don't look like much but you'd be surprised to hear it's contents."


"Are those...?" Sawyer watched Thomas nod and looked quite surprised at this, how could books given to them by a dying, homeless man possibly be important? He listened, he wanted to hear as well.


(Sorry, had an essay today, muse still recovering!)

 

[Eve Voltaire]

Breezing into town it looks so small so quaint. I wonder who i can find here maybe a love a friend a new life. She slipped into a book shop and started looking at the book. Think ha no man can tell me how to live my life. I'm an intelligent smart young women with a creative booty to boot

 

[Juli Zakstyre]

Ray sighed and went to the local bookshop when she cleaned herself up. Just because she looked like a boy doesn't mean she has to SMELL like one. She opened the door and went to the mythical creatures section. She skimmed around before finding "a tail in the fire" a dragon book. She had taught herself to read at a young age, so she was happy to sit here all day. Sometimes she even spent the night. She brushed right past the gypsy girl, so engrossed in her book that she didn't notice her. 
Lyra smiled. "Its how they are on the inside that shows whether they're a living star or not, Althusar." She looked at the ground. "There are so many dead stars these days." She said, sighing.

 

[The Meticulous Liar]

Constanze waited patiently as Thomas returned with title-less books. She had a quizzical look on her face, "Books?" She tilted her head to the side and waited for the explanation. 'This is it!' She thought to herself, 'The investigation begins' she hid her excitement but her heart began to beat fast. Whatever was in those books, had a connection to the strange happenings in this town. Now here she sits waiting to hear, waiting to know. She leaned forwards in her chair

 

[Eve Voltaire]

Sitting in the book shop she found what she though might be a cute guy. Turns out it was a girl. She decide to try to make one friend. She managed to get her attention.......... Hi


" It can't rain all the time."

 

[Juli Zakstyre]

Rassie looked up from her book. "Oh, hi." She said, smiling. "I wish it would rain all the time. I love the rain. It gives things life."

 

[Eve Voltaire]

It does and what r u reading. You pretty into it is it really intresting .I was reading an children's story.


"If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever."

 

[Juli Zakstyre]

"Oh.." rassie blushed. "Just a dragon book....." she was embarrassed that someone found out her secret obsession with mythical creatures, like dragons and ghosts and giants.

 

[Eve Voltaire]

O I love and believed in them. Ever since I was a child I deemed of meeting one one day

 

[Juli Zakstyre]

"Really?" Ray perked up, smiling. "I thought i was the only one!" She stood up and held out her hand. "The name's Rassie, but you can call me ray."

 

[Eve Voltaire]

Taking her hand carefully "Hi, Ray I'm Nuri " she said with a big smile. Do u come here often


"If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever."

 

[Juli Zakstyre]

"Oh, yes. In myspare time when I'm not... wait... what was that?" She rushed to the bookstore window, thinking she saw something in the lightning flash.


Lyra looked at Althusar quickly. "Were you the one who mauled the mayor? Im just curious, and please dont be offended. I would not be mad if you said yes, or disgusted, or anything else other than understanding." She looked at the ground again.

 

[Eve Voltaire]

Look were ray did in curiousity. Mauling here wow and I thought I found s quiet town


"If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever."

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Orlando took a sip of his tea. As he expected it was some sort of herbal tea, he hated herbal tea and mostly preferred Black tea. But he sucked it up since he had been "invited" to this stranger's house and offered something to drink. "So, how are these books 'posed to help us anyway?" He asked questionably.

 

[Eve Voltaire]

Looking out the window while ray talked her thoughts went back to her child hood. Her lovers friends family pets. No relationships


"If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever."

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

He chuckled at Lyra's comment, amused. "Don't worry, you didn't offend me. After so many years, generations, maybe even millenniums, I find it hard to feel insulted. But no, I didn't kill him. If I was the one who devoured him, no trace of him will even be found, not even a drop of blood."

 

[Eve Voltaire]

Quickly interested in the conversation. She started listing to what they were saying but found it odd.


"If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever."

 

[Eve Voltaire]

She was still listing to the two talk when night fall hit having no were to go she wondered the streets look for anything she could to service the night in dinwater.


"If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever."