Zephyrus the Priestess
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oh hi there welcome to Reborn wolo- ... oh wait you're already blue and have been blue for a while now. jk. or not? Because you're always welcome here in Reborn. And thank you for being here, Rosie. <3
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Happy Birthday to our Local Bear
Zephyrus the Priestess replied to Sparky's topic in General Discussion
LAUNCHING PROGRAM: SPAMTHEMEMEGUYWITHBIRTHDAYMEMESPROTOCOL.EXE habearday Uncle Jerryyyyyyy c: -
An ascent of fourteen to fifteen feet later, the obsidian raven roosted and preened herself. Ayla had barely placed beak to wing when what looked like a splotch of the ocean flew past below. Now it- a rare bird known as the Crystal Sea Parrot, native to the isles of the same name- rested on Helen's shoulder rather comfortably. Noting that the bird wrapped its lengthy, feathery tail around its perch's neck loosely, Ayla's beady black eyes glimmered with envy. How she wished to have been in Helen's position to take the opportunity to befriend the beautiful critter... but, alas, she hadn't the voice or talent to sing. Or at least if she did, she wasn't aware- it wasn't like the militaristic Drow Elves were fond of singing. Ravens were known for their intellect and many calls and chirps, but not their voices. At the very least, there was Ignacio, now, clad in a luxurious coat fit for a true Pirate Lord, and underneath that layer... armor? And on the captain's back, a large anchor- one of his two famous weapons, the other being a harpoon. It wasn't an outfit Ayla would've come up with, but, then again, she was no fashion-savvy half-Drow. She stayed where she was, having an excellent bird's eye view of the situation; there seemed to be no need to get back down to the ground.
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What're YOU listening to?~
Zephyrus the Priestess replied to NoGoodBoyo's topic in General Discussion
as usual I'm late to learning about and/or appreciating popular music "Lost Stars" by Maroon 5 -
am I the only normal person here I swear typically get 6-8, at the very least 5 hours of sleep in. funny thing is that I actually don't really rush to sleep or like to sleep, but I don't like waking up late either (9:30 is already late to me tbh). didn't I say this somewhere else here before
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Now what in the name of raven's bottoms was this noise all about? In the midst of it all, a man's voice rang through the maze of bookshelves. Ah, now she could use this to play Hot or Cold with; the louder the captain's voice would be, the closer she would get. Next to and above her, the shelves towered into the air... but just how high did this place go...? She'd find out herself; and, hopefully, find Headmaster Ignacio in the process. Closing her eyes, she allowed her form to change- in that state, she was free, free to become one with any creature she chose. Much like water, which became the shape of its container, yet retained its properties and power. Fluid, but only for a split second; in the next, she was a cawing raven flapping her wings to rise over the bookshelves.
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Kuna, how high are the bookshelves in the library? I'm thinking of getting Ayla to just turn into a raven or something already... or if the shelves are solid enough, to get her to climb them in her wild form or something
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ah, by the way, shout out to all the new members I didn't greet and had Vinny bless and/or convert in my stead. o/ welcome to Reborn, kids/kids-older-than-me.
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LeafGreen was my first cartridge, though Gold/Silver was my first Pokemon game. LeafGreen never saved, for me. :c being stalked is a fun thing to do here, you get to see who stalked you ~ anyway, welcome to Reborn, trolls are neat but only if they're bluwololololo \o/
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urk- Disgusting. Why'd she choose to follow the smell again...? The stench sent her reeling, but not as much as the source itself: a nauseating greenish liquid- acidic indeed, judging from the way the ground around it had been burnt. Swallowing the bile rising in her own throat, Ayla quickly backtracked and chose a pathway that would hopefully take her further from the putrid substance. The stuff resembled vomit in terms of smell, but it was overpowered by the reek of- of what was it called again...? Amon- Amina- Ammonium- Ammonia-- there; she'd taken a whiff once, accidentally, while taking flight from the window of a scientist's room. Whatever it was couldn't have been human vomit, then- or could it have been of a human after all, and they'd ingested too much of the chemical and thrown up? Ayla shook her head vigorously; she didn't deal with chemistry or alchemy; it was out of her field of expertise. It seemed unnatural, to her. Or was it natural after all? There was something about it that signaled danger to her, something to flee from. What it was she had to flee from, though, she couldn't imagine or envision; the stink permeating the air was giving her a headache, now. In fact, she barely registered the loud banging and shouting that echoed throughout the bookshelves. For a labyrinth of bookshelves, the place carried the sound waves well; Headmaster Ignacio could've been anywhere to make the commotion. He was- looking for something? Ayla frowned. Nothing was making sense to her at the time being as she continued to stumble around, trying to navigate the confusing hallways, escaping the fetid smell, and to locate the Dread Captain.
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I don't know why but I want a monster truck-ish car. or a car with big wheels idk it'd be really useful here cause floods. and it's a huge car. there's also my dream of having a motorbike, though what kind, I'm not sure, actually.
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How tempting it was to go and look around, discover the wonders of Mystique City, perhaps learn a thing or three. It almost overrode how exhausted she was from the journey through the dungeon and the trek back home. "Mystique Castle is that way... though I could go for some water in this heat," Pulse said, to nobody in particular. Water was a necessity. She wouldn't be able to receive her next orders, if any, if she were dehydrated. "I'm going to the watering holes for a drink; if you'd like to go on ahead, that's fine." The Chimchar probably thrived in the heat of the sandy deserts anyhow. An Espurr, on the other hand, was in no way built for heat, not with all her fur. With that reasoning in mind, Pulse made her way to sweet, sweet water first.
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hi am back ps Strat Pulse's friend is a fire-type Chimchar :x
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Naturally, Ayla was grouped together with the woman who killed her as well as that uncouth stranger. She swallowed down a growl. Just what in Graterras was Fate playing at...? And to think she would be placed under Headmaster Ignacio, servant of the water god Seeker. Once an infamous pirate lord, the man had lost his freedom and sanity when he touched forbidden treasure: The Book of Maddening Waves. What arcane secrets and information lay written on those pages, nobody knew exactly what they were. They were said to not have been meant for the world to know in the first place. So she would be dealing with a madman. ... And woman. Whether the other was mad too or just outright arrogant, Ayla couldn't tell or care less. After Helen opened the door and slammed facefirst into the bookshelves, Ayla's keen sense of smell was taken aback by the smell of parchment. Parchment, tomes, books, scrolls seemed to fill the room. The druid suppressed a purr, though the corners of her lips twitched upward momentarily. Reading was a favorite pastime. If she had no mission from Draven, she would regularly nick something to read from the human settlements or dig through the material she snuck from the Underdark when she left. A genre she loved in particu- a pungent, sharp odor pierced the musty air like a sudden unwelcome visitor. Following suit was a squelching sort of slap-sound. Wet. If Ayla focused, she could faintly hear the air hiss, as though something sizzled. Acid? Does Ignacio keep a laboratory of some sort here? With slow, silent footfalls, the Drow walked towards the direction of the sound and very-out-of-place smell.
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"... You can't be serious," Gunther said, deadpan, looking at Ringo flatly. Inwardly, though, she didn't mind showing off; that little number from the idol registered to her as a challenge of some sort. Nobody would best her, not even a senior idol. She wouldn't stand by idly for that. Shrugging, letting none of her secret eagerness slip, she continued, "Whatever, since you asked." At the very least Orbital Beat was rock and a song she knew.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA ARKHI-KOUHAI /initiate command_prompt:givescarf /initiate command_prompt:givecatscarf
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What're YOU listening to?~
Zephyrus the Priestess replied to NoGoodBoyo's topic in General Discussion
i heard you like EDM; so how about EDM made by a Filipino? "Bad Promise" from Wayward Comet by Jad Montenegro -
Instinct, from part of her being a black panther at heart, told her to either flee the place or to prime herself to fight. Reason told her that there was probably nowhere to run to and that everybody else might join arms against her should she attack the woman. In any case she was puzzled as to why this woman was being so affable towards her. Yes, she remembered that Ayla saved the other girl-- Eva? Erva?-- but didn't she resent having her internal organs torn out? All right, true, they both ended up killing each other, and in a way Ayla could see the logic and how they were even... whatever the case, while her seatmate prattled on about colors or something of the sort, Ayla just frowned, sometimes raising an eyebrow white like a dove's down, fidgeted and craned her neck whenever reaching up to scratch behind her head vigorously, all while trying to comprehend this strange woman. Lord god Draven, what is happening? A growl of frustration escaped from her throat even as the tirade reached its end and the woman finally introduced herself-- Helen. If at this moment anybody picked out the most confused being caught in what was essentially Limbo, they would choose Ayla. Dumbfounded, she almost forgot what little manners Drow Elf society had taught her and closed her mouth... not that it was open to begin with.
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NasDav x Official Pairing Thread NasDav x Official Pairing Thread x Gaming Thread NasDav x Gaming Thread I'm flexible.
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xxNasDavxx+Official Pairing Thread you asked for it
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PRRRRRRRRRRRRT! At least, that was what the blast of the trumpet sounded like to Ayla's sensitive ears; she cringed very visibly. Evidently the orchestra shared her dislike of this man. One didn't need to see their faces... or... lack thereof to observe their displeasure. Before she could turn to stare at the woman again, somebody pushed past her to take the only open seat away from the dangerous woman. The beginnings of a snarl had just barely begun to manifest when a thought occurred to Ayla: what did it matter where she sat, anyway? Who was she to say that any of these others were less of a threat or more insane than long-haired blonde human who was very clearly insisting that she sit beside her? To the Drow, the tension in the air was so thick that she could've rend it with her claws... but there was no other alternative. With resignation and the hairs on her skin still standing on end, she took the seat by her murderer.
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holy shit nine factorial ships kyooooo the dock's getting full again we need the shippa-blasta
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The starburst of colors hurt Ayla's eyes. What situation prompted anybody, no matter how rich, to throw pail after pail of assorted colors onto walls? Was there even a pattern or motif in the strange choices of color? A rich purple outside, black and white in the waiting room, all the feathers, and now these... these... paintings and scenes? Some resembled those she'd seen in books; others made absolutely no sense to her. In the end she paid no more heed to the strange pieces of... er, art, as she followed her suit of armor slowly. Being the last one to enter gave Ayla the opportunity to glance over everybody who'd come before her. None of them gave her reason to relax... not that she'd expected a friendly face-- even then, the idea of a friendly face was foreign to her-- And then she saw the madwoman who slit her throat. Freezing in place, her blue eyes locked onto the woman. But... was it really her? The tunic she wore was spotless. It seemed too short to even be a dress, but somehow, just somehow, this person had made it to fit and wrap her body. She was inviting her to sit beside her as though they had not both killed each other. It seemed to be the only seat remaining, but... Ayla stayed frozen in place, her body rigid, eyes wide as she stared.
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brb acqui making reply
