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Who: Apollo and WHOEVER COMES TO HER.
Where: Silverglen Retreat and nearby forest.
When: During the current player plot!
What: Apollo is no longer in a cage and she's on the hunt for booze and good food. Also whores.
Warnings: It's Apollo she descended into dick/sex talk. 8|
Silverglen Retreat
Thanks to one blacksworn's shenanigans, this certain blacksworn is finding that she has a little more room to get up to shenanigans of her own. She hadn't really been here that long before getting kidnapped and shoved in a cage with six other people for a week or... however fucking long it was (it's hard to keep track of the days alright), but she did at least realize that the natives here weren't too keen on the dragonsworn.
Until now, anyway. Upon recognizing her as a blacksworn, the locals here seemed suddenly... well, nicer. For one, no one was trying to steal her or her dog, and for two, shit, they actually seemed to want her there. Something about the other flights being assholes?
Whatever, their suspiciously rude behaviour to the elves meant one thing: booze and whores may or may not have better chances of being found now. She hasn't the faintest idea whether or not this little place even has any brothels or bars but if it does, then shit, she's gonna find it. As such, Apollo continues to wander around with her dog, until finally she asks out loud (to the dog, to herself, or to whoever may be close to her at the moment), "Fuckin' come on, do elves not have whores? Doesn't even have to be an elf whore, any kinda whore'll do, and booze, I ain't in that backwards of a world where that shit ain't a thing, am I?"
A FOREST SOMEWHERE
Should one venture out into the forest, it is very possible to find Apollo out there as well. This afternoon, in particular, the woman has found a river, and she seems to be... fishing. But she doesn't have a fishing rod - no, her chosen method of fishing is to use her bare hands. Which she actually is somewhat proficient at, if the growing pile of fish laying next to Metalhead on the shore is any indication.
She isn't totally naked, but the majority of her clothes have also been left in a pile nearby her dog so that they might stay dry. So what's left is a woman covered in tattoos, just barely left decent by black undergarments, standing knee deep in the river and looking very much on the prowl.
"C'mon, you tasty little fucks." She murmurs to herself, eying the water and waiting for her prey to come closer. "Gonna need a few more of you for a good fuckin' fry up."
Wildcard
Obsidian Sanctum or elsewhere! Make something up and I will tag it. 8)
Where: Silverglen Retreat and nearby forest.
When: During the current player plot!
What: Apollo is no longer in a cage and she's on the hunt for booze and good food. Also whores.
Warnings: It's Apollo she descended into dick/sex talk. 8|
Silverglen Retreat
Thanks to one blacksworn's shenanigans, this certain blacksworn is finding that she has a little more room to get up to shenanigans of her own. She hadn't really been here that long before getting kidnapped and shoved in a cage with six other people for a week or... however fucking long it was (it's hard to keep track of the days alright), but she did at least realize that the natives here weren't too keen on the dragonsworn.
Until now, anyway. Upon recognizing her as a blacksworn, the locals here seemed suddenly... well, nicer. For one, no one was trying to steal her or her dog, and for two, shit, they actually seemed to want her there. Something about the other flights being assholes?
Whatever, their suspiciously rude behaviour to the elves meant one thing: booze and whores may or may not have better chances of being found now. She hasn't the faintest idea whether or not this little place even has any brothels or bars but if it does, then shit, she's gonna find it. As such, Apollo continues to wander around with her dog, until finally she asks out loud (to the dog, to herself, or to whoever may be close to her at the moment), "Fuckin' come on, do elves not have whores? Doesn't even have to be an elf whore, any kinda whore'll do, and booze, I ain't in that backwards of a world where that shit ain't a thing, am I?"
A FOREST SOMEWHERE
Should one venture out into the forest, it is very possible to find Apollo out there as well. This afternoon, in particular, the woman has found a river, and she seems to be... fishing. But she doesn't have a fishing rod - no, her chosen method of fishing is to use her bare hands. Which she actually is somewhat proficient at, if the growing pile of fish laying next to Metalhead on the shore is any indication.
She isn't totally naked, but the majority of her clothes have also been left in a pile nearby her dog so that they might stay dry. So what's left is a woman covered in tattoos, just barely left decent by black undergarments, standing knee deep in the river and looking very much on the prowl.
"C'mon, you tasty little fucks." She murmurs to herself, eying the water and waiting for her prey to come closer. "Gonna need a few more of you for a good fuckin' fry up."
Wildcard
Obsidian Sanctum or elsewhere! Make something up and I will tag it. 8)
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Rose naively hadn't believed humans would willingly work with Strigoi, be their servants in hopes of being turned, until she'd seen it with her own eyes. That was back when Dimitri had captured her and she grew up real fast.
"Pity it comes at the price of their soul."
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"So what're you, then? You kill 'em, I assume 'cause you think of 'em as scumbags, but is that somethin' you took upon yourself to do or did someone get you to do it?" This whole thing sounds just like the kind of bullshit Apollo doesn't personally want to get herself involved in, but hey, a few curious questions never hurt anybody, right?
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Rose snorted a bit then. "I also think they're unholy scumbags that need to fucking die. Killing them also frees their souls. I know I want someone to kill me if I ever turned."
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As for Rose's hatred of the Strigoi, Apollo just shrugs at that. She isn't in much of a position to say a whole lot about it, especially since to her, right here in this world filled with dragons and demons and bullshit, they don't seem all too relevant. "Well, guess you gotta find somethin' else to do, seein' how those fucks ain't around to get stabbed in the face by you, huh?"
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"There are undead here to be dealt with, but there are more important things to deal with. Like the demons. I may not be home and I might not have my Royal to protect, but I'm still a Guardian."
She then sighed. "And I have a flight to lead. Rose Hathaway."
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"Aw, real sense of duty on you, huh? Guess I can't complain too much, if that helped get me an' my dog's asses outta those fuckin' cages." It's... well, it's almost a thank you. "Yeah, an' what flight is that, Rose Hathaway?"
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Except Rose knew her impulsiveness and temper weren't exactly pros for a leader to have. She wished there was someone more suited to it in her flight, but really... look at the options?
"I'll give you my flight when you introduce yourself back, Your Majesty."
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But her enjoyment of having the power hasn't extended to her putting herself in charge of the Blacksworn. Yet. Honestly, she doesn't even know them all that well, so she doesn't even know who does and doesn't want that title. Technically Deathwing should be their leader, but as far as he can tell, he doesn't exactly have a lot of fans.
"Apollo." She offers without much deliberation. "King of the Sea, Lord of the Espalion Isles, Captain of The Sea Strumpet, wife of Lord Malakai of Trivigno, and, apparently, Blacksworn. Y'know, if you wanted all my titles." Which she probably didn't. "That good enough forya?"
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Yes, Rose added a few of those on herself. She decided to leave off that she was also Public Enemy #1 in Moroi Society right then, but that's what tends to happen when people think you killed the queen.
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"Green. That's uh, that's the flight that likes naptime, yeah? Not that naps are bad, I fuckin' love naps myself. What's your Sanctum like? Lotsa feathery beds with spots of sun to snooze in or what?
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She shook her head. "No beds. It's like a jungle. What's yours like?"
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She makes a brief face at hearing her Sanctum looks like a jungle, but then shrugs soon after, seeming to change her mind and decide that maybe it's alright. "I'm from the tropics, jungle's a scenery that makes more sense to me. But uh, Obsidian Sanctum is bullshit. Volcanoes an' lava an' doom an' gloom, it's fuckin' stupid. Warm, though. An' we got candy, so I 'spose that's a plus too."
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"You have candy?"
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"Yup! Looks like uh, well it looks like crystals, but they're sweet when you lick 'em. Definitely sugar. We got a cave full of it, it's pretty nice."
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"Did you seriously just decide one day to go lick a rock?"
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"I dunno, they said it was candy! An' my dog seemed to like lickin' it, so I licked it too, an' sure enough it was fuckin' sugar rocks!"
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"Do you lick everything your dog likes to lick?"
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"No 'cause then I'd be lickin' his balls an' that ain't a place I'm willin' to go."
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"Good to hear."