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Post by littlefluffette on May 13, 2014 23:26:08 GMT
It is 2025 on the Isle of Feidlim…On the tiny island of Feidlim the people for centuries lived peacefully. They had a booming fishery, and the parts of the island distant from the ocean were fertile and allowed for the plentiful growth of crops. There was little wrong with the island and whenever a problem did occur the locals were quite capable of handling themselves. It seemed to be that the islanders would have little to fear until one day they came. Some theorized that they were dug up from the mines, brought back to life after centuries of sleeping. Others assumed that they had always been there, waiting, looking or the settlements. When or wherever they came from, it was the appearance of them which had almost annihilated the islanders. They were hulking beasts made of hot tar, leathery skin and platted bone. They did not speak nor displayed intelligence beyond a common carnivore, but their size and thick skin made it nigh impossible for swords, arrows, maces and spears to pierce the tough hide. No one knew what to do and day by day these great beasts were quickly wiping out the locals. With hope quickly fading the Elders of Feidlim called out to distant lands asking for weapons or tools which could protect their people. Some sent weapons made of foreign metals, others tools to build walls to block out the creatures but none of it worked. The weapons, tough as they were could still not pierce the flesh of these deadly creatures and the walls could only hold out for so long before being worn down by repeated attacks. Nothing was working and the people were all but ready to leave their homes and flee to foreign lands. Then the island finally received a gift from a very far land, one that was different from a sword or brick. It was a book tied in old leather with arcane symbols and runic words etched into the cover. It read, “Libri Veteris et Alchimisticam Carminibus Disputatio” and was a book consisting of old and new alchemic spells. Many at first did not think the book would serve much purpose, but after some reading a particular spell was found. It was called; “Alios Mittere Alica” translated to “The Spell to Send to Other Worlds”. In it the author noted that with an alchemic circle and a sufficient application of energy the spell would teleport any who stood in it to another world and the transported could only return with a similar spell. No one knew what these other worlds were or what it would entail for those who lived there but the people of Feidlim were desperate and they would try anything. Before the next attack they placed dozens of alchemic circles around the towns, setting explosive traps upon each circle such that the force of the explosion would produce the energy needed to power the circlet. Then they waited. It had felt like an eternity but at last one creature came forth to attack. As it rushed at the town it hit one of the alchemic circles, setting of the explosion and successfully activating the spell. Within their eyes the watch the creature being violently pulled into itself until all that remained was a small, colourless pebbles. Some interested in what these colourless pebbles meant tried to study them, but the locals were pleased with the results and continued to use the spells. In time newer and more innovative ways to cast the spell was implemented. First it was etching the circlet onto the bombs themselves so that locals could toss it at the creature. Then when that became inefficient and dangerous they developed long ranged weapons until final their greatest weapon came into existence… And the current Alchemic Weapon utilized against the Tarred is the Hand Canon
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Post by littlefluffette on May 14, 2014 1:26:05 GMT
SETTINGFeidlim has come a long way from their origins. What was once an island established with small villagers using old tools to till the land, catch fish ad build their homes has become a boom metropolis. Farming and fishing is still one of their leading trades, however most of this occurs in the North-western and North-Eastern region of the Island. The North, East and South-western section of the island has been converted into cities and suburbia, while much of the South and South-eastern has been abandoned as these regions happens to be where a majority of the Tarred come from. All parts of the island that is inhabited is guarded well with specialized walls and the highly skilled Alchemic Watch Guard, people trained to understand and utilize Alchemic Arms. A special unite known as the Alchemic Elite travel often to the South and South-eastern regions in an effort to eradicate the Tarred. Those who wish to join the Alchemic Military must attend the Alchemic Military Academy, located in Walherich City just at the border of the Southern Region. The Alchemic Military Headquarters and Institute of Magical Studies and Research is also located in Walherich City. Their greatest weapons to date are known as the “Hand Canon Series”, the only weapons created which has the ability to pierce through Tarred skin. These weapons utilize the speed of the bullet to produce the energy to activate the circlet which has been imbedded into the bullet shell. A number of variations exist for the guns, but there are five categories of Hand Canon: - “Alchemic Revolver”
o Speed: High
o Strength: Low o Accuracy: Medium o Reload: High
The most common gun found amongst all ranks it is suited to hit small Tarred or stun large Tarred if need be. This weapon is not specifically built for combat and is specifically built as a defensive weapon than offensive. This is because the high firing speed and reload, coupled with its average accuracy makes it great for last minute defence but unsuitable for offensive attacks.
- “The Standard Alchemic Rifle”
o Speed: Medium o Strength: Medium o Accuracy: High o Reload: Medium A standard issued weapon for all Alchemic Watch Guard. it is considered the “average” gun of the series. It is capable of harming small and large Tarred but cannot harm the armoured Tarred. The lack of strength from the Standard Alchemic Rifle is made up with its high accuracy, better firing speed and better reloads. Very few Alchemic Elite utilize the rifle as they are more likely to come upon Armoured Tarred. o Speed: Medium o Strength: High o Accuracy: Low o Reload: Medium A standard issued weapon for Alchemic Elite. and a few select Alchemic Watch Guard, it has the high strength needed to hit even armoured Tarred but lack the accuracy of the Rifle and Hand Gun. It is light weight and easier to bring around and has less recoil than the Miniature Hand Canon or Hand Canon, however because of its low accuracy this weapon is best suited for close combat. Reload and firing speed is average, yet again making this gun easier to wield in close combat.
- “The Miniature Hand Canon”
o Speed: Low o Strength: Extremely High o Accuracy: High o Reload: Low Considered the modernized version of the Hand Canon it is a sleeker, light weight and highly accurate counterpart to the old, clunky Hand Canon. While still quite large such that Alchemic Watch Guard. are rarely supplied the weapon a wider variety of users can wield the gun if they know how to set it up and shoot it. It’s increased accuracy makes it easier to selectively hit targets with less risk of harming others around it, but it’s slower reload time and firing speed means that the user will need time to load the next bullets making this weapon unsuitable for up-close combat. Improper user of the Miniature Hand Canon has been known to send smaller wielders off their feet and has broken a bone or two. o Speed: Low o Strength: Massive o Accuracy: Low o Reload: Low The first and oldest model of the H.C.S., this weapon spans 160.02 cm in length and 95.2cm in width. It weighs around 117.93kg, making it the heaviest weapon to date. Due to his size and weight the weapon has a low accuracy, low reload and firing speed; however this weapon is strong enough that accuracy is not necessarily required since the weapon produces a circlet large enough to take in multiple foes. Due to the sheer size and strength of The Hand Canon only people who reach a certain height and weight of 1706.88cm minimum and 136.07kg minimum are legally allowed wielding such a weapon. Improper use of The Hand Canon has resulted in users being knocked off their feet or killed by the black-blast.
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Post by littlefluffette on May 15, 2014 7:37:12 GMT
RULES- Follow forum rules
- No god-modding such as auto-hitting, auto-healing, etc
- No over-powered characters who can dodge all hits or wield any weapon
- Please read everything before applying
- We ask that you try to post at least a paragraph as the more you write, the more others can work with
- Keep OOC in some form of brackets and avoid doing too much OOC in the roleplay
- Romance and battle is to be expected but remember; pg-13, take the graphic stuff to PMs
- To join or reserve a spot send a PM with the title “Hand Canon” with your profile or reservation
- For posting avoid using bright colours or ones that may hurt our eyes
- You are allowed to take on as many character as you want; just make sure you try to use them when you can
- If you have any questions, just ask~
IN-WORLD RULES1. The oldest one can be to enter the Alchemic Military Academy is 13; one graduates after attending the academy for 5 years with necessary marks 2. Only leading commanders and members of the Alchemic Elite are allowed to wield Scatter Guns and the Miniature Hand Canon; people who meet the height and weight requirement will be eligible to wield the Hand Canon
3. To join the Alchemic Elite one must take 2 tests which looks at… - Reaction time
- Knowledge of weapons
- Strength
- Survival Skills
- Members who pass the first test with a minimum of 70/100 will then be put onto a 6 month strict training regime where at the end they will take one final test; they must score a minimum of 90/100 to pass. These tests can be taken again unless one obtains a score of 40/100 or lower.
4. Members of the Alchemic Watch Guard are required to wear uniforms whenever they are on duty; Members of the Alchemic Elite are given the choice to wear their uniform or see a tailor to get a custom-made uniform so long as it is… - Durable
- Does not inhibit battle
- Is not restrictive of movement
- Must have the “Alchemic Elite” inscribed on the shoulders of their clothing
5. All Wisp Stones- that is the clear pebbles left behind by Tarred are to be directly brought to the Institute of Magical Studies and Research; any soldier caught with a Wisp Stone will be charged and court-martialled 6. On the subject of access… - Members of the Alchemic Military are allowed access to the Hand Canon series (see rule 2 above for further details), military facilities, and research facilities with limited access
- Civilians are not allowed access to the Hand Canon series, and can only access the military facilities and research facilities with an escort and permission
- Researchers are allowed to handle Wisp Stones and other spells for study from the Libri Veteris et Alchimisticam Carminibus Disputatio, and have access to research facilities as well as military facilities with limited access
- Politicians are not allowed access to the Hand Canon series but have free access to military and research facilities
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Post by littlefluffette on May 15, 2014 7:57:44 GMT
CHARACTERSNEED SPOTS:Commander of the Alchemic EliteOpenMayor of Walherich CityOpenHead of the Institute of Magical Studies and ResearchOpenAlchemic Military Academy Vice DeanOpenSon or Daughter of Dean Boyd AlgerOpen
- Members of the Alchemic Watch Guard
Sir Joshua; Commander - Comtesse de Tournay - Members of the Alchemic Elite
Ophelia Kendria Varley - Miyamoto Satomi - Members of the Institute of magical Studies and Research
Empty - Teachers of The Alchemic Military Academy
Dean Boyd Alger - Little Fluffette
- Students of The Alchemic Military Academy
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- Politicians of Walherich City
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- Citizens of Walherich City
Selene - Comtesse de Tournay
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Post by littlefluffette on May 16, 2014 1:27:11 GMT
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Post by littlefluffette on May 19, 2014 4:55:13 GMT
THE DEAN BIG BOY ALGER
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A week had passed and there was no news of an impending attack or swarm of Tarred walking towards their fair city. Not that such news could ever bum out the mellow Boyd Alger, better known as Boy to those who had heard of him. He was happily walking through the city heading back to his school which was coincidentally located right by the Military Base. An understandable set up, sort of like a factory. His was the manufacturer who built the soldiers, and then the military base was the shippers and deliveries who set out the soldiers to be stationed for battle. Boy could not help but laugh at the thought, almost dropping the three scoops of ice cream which sat precariously on a waffle cone. As he liked at the ice cream he started to walk by the military base, almost heading towards the entrance to his academy.
But then he stopped, looking towards the entrance to the base and thought- why not check in? So he turned and walked over to the door. To young guards stood by to protect it, tall and stiff and strong. Or so they were until the titanic mass that was Boy stood before them. Even with the extra pounds added on from retirement he was still very tall and very muscular. No matter how big he smiled, how friendly his voice was, or how relaxed he appeared, many always presumed that the "Great Boyd Alger" was a man who would break you in two if he was upset. They almost shrunk where they stood, ready to ask for his ID when he shoved a large hand into his pint-stripped pants pocket and pulled it out. He was retired but always held onto the cared and kept registered as a viable soldier if the time ever called for it. With a nod they stepped aside and he entered, looking around for one particular fellow.
"HAY! JOSHIEEEEE! JOSHIIEEEEE! It's your bud, BOY!" Both were part of the military academy around the same time and he saw the man enough that to Boy, Joshua was his pal. ⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚
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Post by littlefluffette on May 19, 2014 21:37:53 GMT
THE DEAN BIG BOY ALGER
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Boy could not help but laugh just as loudly as he spoke as Josh lectured him for being so loud. He did what he could to gobble up the last of his ice cream, tossing the napkin into the garbage as he walked towards Josh. "Then let them hear!" He called out. "Maybe then my ex-wife will listen for once!" Of all of his 4 wives the second and arguably "worst" had moved to Wolley after their divorce. "Ah but aside loud voices, how've you been!" As he walked over he caught Joshua in a headlock and used his other fist to mess up his hair. "Busy and stern as usual, eh? You should try relaxing once in a while." As he spoke Peppers, who had been clinging to the back of Boy's shirt climbed onto his shoulder and looked at Josh. It squeaked, little limbs flailing about to touch his beard.
"Say where is Sprinkles?" Boy shoved a large hand into his pockets and pulled out some treats which he always kept on hand. "Would think she'd be out the moment she heard me." Boy was quite ready to shove a hand into Joshua's pocket, knowing where that little animal always slept.
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Post by littlefluffette on May 20, 2014 1:14:24 GMT
THE DEAN BIG BOYD ALGER
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No sooner did Boy spoke that Sprinkles climbed out of Joshua's pocket, climbed onto Boy and proceeded to interact with Pepper. Pepper, at that moment still infatuated with Joshua's beard now took notice of Sprinkles and turn to pet her. He was a bit bigger than the little bunny creature, allowing Pepper to pick her up and snuggle her in his tiny arms. "Well that's good. Finally got the Tarred on the ropes, eh?" The only reason why Boy had ever stuck to working in the military and then later training others to join the military was his dislike for the Tarred. They were big, violent, and just volatile creatures in general and he wanted to still be alive when the day came that the Tarred were finally gone.
"Oh not much really." Boy started to move deeper into the base, knowing that Joshua would allow him access to other parts that he would have lost access to, being only registered as a veteran. "It's the holidays right now, got some big gala coming up and everything is just fancy thing, boring that." Boy gave a mocking, loud yawn to express his feelings on the gala and slow days to be had at the academy. "Remind me again why I took up the job...?" Despite of course the good money, closeness to the military base, and because he was a great figurehead to have at the academy.
Dean Boyd Alger, hero of Fiedlim, head of the Alchemic Military Academy. The moment he was announced a dean their school filled to the brim with students and that should not have been a surprise. Every statue, picture, speech or otherwise event involving Boyd always set it up so that he looked grand and elegant. Speeches were prepared by expert writers to make Boyd sound intelligent, photos timed just right so they caught Boyd in heroic poses. Everything in the media involving Boyd Alger painted him out to be a hero, even if the truth was he was nothing like what others imagined him to be. But to the military and government heads that was all they needed, and it was his status that got the school an increased student count.
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Post by Miya on May 27, 2014 0:18:20 GMT
Three teams had been sent out on scouting missions from the Alchemic Elite two weeks ago in order to provide more accurate numbers on the Tarred creatures and to track their movements, and today two and a half of the teams returned. Felia had spent the majority of her morning speaking with the one team that lost half its members, understanding that they had traveled farther into Tarred lands than they meant to which cost half their team’s lives. There were no tears shed, nor were there any men that were terribly shook up. No, Felia had picked out only the best men for her teams, and a scout mission was a dangerous one indeed because there was the unknown factor. However, her men id her proud and she allowed them a few days off to recover before getting back into cycle training.
In her office on the military base, Felia wrote up her own report of what the men had told her for herself to have on hand. She then marked up a map to see if she could tell a pattern of where the Tarred were going to attack next. So far the creature proved to be random, but there were similarities in places they attacked. She had fought with the creatures herself, barely surviving at times, but always managing to learn something new. It had been about a month since she joined a team on a mission to eradicate the Tarred, but that was because of her duties on base that she had to attend to. There was a large number of students from the academy taking the Elite test in order to join, and Felia found herself overwhelmed with applicants. Many were able to get to the 70 or 80 mark on the test, so she decided to start denying probation to those that were at the 70 score. Least to say that did not go over well with many.
With a headache starting to form, Felia reached down to the lowest drawer in her desk and pulled out a small flask filled with her favorite liquor. She took a couple of swigs and placed it back inside before hearing a horrible familiar voice laughing his ass off. She found herself glaring out her window that had the curtains opened before standing up and walking over to confirm her thoughts that Boyd was ‘visiting’ again. His obnoxiously loud voice could wake dead soldiers, or at least that’s what Felia assumed as she turned on her heal and left her office.
She moved with long strides down to the courtyard where Boyd and Joshua were conversing. As she came closer to the pair, her long hair flowed from the light breeze for a moment and caused her to run a hand through it to get it out of the way. Then she was on them like a predator who caught its prey. “Boyd.” She said without any formal greeting or fanatic entitlement with his name. “You’re distracting and annoying like usual.” She got straight to the point as she crossed her arms under her chest and stared him down. “Perhaps you should get back to your students and teach them better. They’re doing horrible on the Elite test when it comes to knowledge of weapons.” She commented before giving an acknowledging glance to Joshua, a man she had no immediate qualms with.
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Post by littlefluffette on Jun 1, 2014 5:43:45 GMT
THE DEAN BIG BOYD ALGER
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Boyd pouted the moment beautiful but cruel Felia approached the two. As it had been since the dawn of time, or rather since the two first met, she did not like Boyd in the least. He was crass, loud, arguably a womanizer, a glutton, and earning his title only because he was strong enough to wield one of the largest weapons as well as just not being scared too easily- two talents a number of big men had. Felia on the other hand earned her way into her status through hard work, hating slackers and people like Boyd who treated everything so lightly.
That and it did not help that when they first met Boyd, then unmarried, attempted to ‘woo’ the beautiful Ophelia through a one-liner that usually worked on other girls. It did not work on her, and since then she has always found him annoying. He pouted at her insult about him being a distraction and annoying, followed by crossing his arms when she criticized his “teaching” even though his role as a headmaster focused more on organizing the school events, making big announcements, and making money for the Academy.
“For you information, Ms. Varley, I do not teach the students. That is the job of the teachers.” He spoke in a matter-o-fact attitude. He was about to continue talking when he checked the time and realized that he did have something important to do. “Hmph. Luckily for you, I have to go somewhere.” He looked to Joshua, pat his shoulder and turned to leave being followed by the squeaks of Pepper waving goodbye to Sprinkles. “I guess I’ll see you at the Gala, Joshua! Ms. Varley.”
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At the Gala Boyd shifted uncomfortably in his suit. He hated wearing suits, they were always too snug and itchy and nothing like what he usually wore for work. He looked around the room trying to see if anyone he knew and liked was here, though so far many who attended the Gala were dull or annoying.
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Post by Miya on Jun 5, 2014 5:35:27 GMT
Boyd left, and that was the end of that…Until the Gala. If there was one thing that Felia could name that she despised most in the world, it would be the Tarred or men who cowardly abused women, it would be Gala’s. Not just the prissy events themselves, but all the work that one had to put into themselves before arriving at the stupidest thing in Felia’s world. Being a woman only made it a 100 times more ridiculous and tasking as she had to stuff things away to fit into the world most uncomfortable dress since women weren’t exactly allowed to wear whatever the hell they wanted like the men were. It took about five deep sips of her favorite whiskey to get herself in the body hugging dark blue dress. It had no sleeves to it, which made no sense to Felia, and she was forced to have one leg colder than the other since her right side was the one with the slit in it.
She then had to take a few more sips of whiskey to get her hair to do anything that resembled elegance, making sure her scarred left cheek was casually hidden with simple placing of her hair before she got around to throwing jewelry at herself and making it work. She owned a diamond necklace that wrapped close around her neck, and a had a bracelet that matched it (gifts from her wedding that she kept). Her deep green eyes looked at her appearance in the small mirror in her room for a long while as she tried to recall the days when she enjoyed looking her best. However, those memories were fogged over with darker ones, and so Felia gave up and decided she was ready to face the socializing once she had a blade or two tucked away under her skirt.
She arrived at the Gala not too early, nor too late, and quickly picked up a glass of champagne before joining conversations that held little interest to her. Select teachers were there from the academy, and were talking up the names of students that were supposedly the top in their classes and looking into the Elite branch. This was what she hated most, and so she often brushed their comments aside. As the night continued, Felia’s eyes found their way to the terrorizing duo. Boyd and Joshua were the friendliest of chums as ever, and Felia found herself jealous of their friendship. Not many women in the world were willing to be friends with another woman in a high position.
Suddenly a flashing of light was shining into her eyes causing her to squint until she was forced to raise a hand up to block whatever sun-like light was in the room. The object of her disdain was on the ear of one of the most well-known women on the island: Selene. The one name celebrity that no one could look away from…Expect for Felia as she tried to get out of the cast of the other woman’s earrings. She was blinking out the after spots of the light in her eyes before she realized she was heading straight for Boyd and Joshua. It was as if her feet were gravitated towards the men, but she did little to stop herself as she quickly figured they were better company…And that Boyd probably had something stronger than the punch bowl liquor being served. Once she caught their eyes, she politely faked smile to them.
“Boyd, Joshua, good to see you again.” She called out happily, giving them both fair warning that she was after something until she was close enough for no one else to overhear her. She touched a hand to Boyd’s arm and leaned in slightly before speaking, “Please tell me you have some kind flask on you with a something in it that will keep me here because I’m about to bolt.” She said before looking over at the well-dressed Joshua. “Or perhaps you have something?” She asked him before giving him a knowing smirk that showed she was just teasing him. As if the proper Sir Joshua would have any alcohol on him. |
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Post by littlefluffette on Jun 8, 2014 8:17:59 GMT
THE DEAN BIG BOYD ALGER
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Boyd looked to Sir Joshua and offered the man a cross between a grimace and sneer. He really hated dressing up in these tight outfits, having to be careful not to spill food onto his suit, having to talk to old farts about who knows what. It was all very dull, very frustrating, and simply put- unexciting. At least Joshua was here to keep him company- Pepper sadly was not allowed. Sir Joshua was rather lucky that his little pet, Sprinkle, was so small that she could get a free ride. Pepper was just too big and would have been a nuisance. Would have livened up this boring “party”
“At least your suit still fits…” Boyd grumbled. His just barely still fit him- the large man having put on some weight since his retirement. His child often complained that he failed to eat better than he should, but with no wife to nag him about it and his child all grown up; there was little anyone could do to change his diet. Eyes now turned to Selene who had started the big gala and helped pay for those that were victim to the Tarred. Though she was definitely not his type based on status and behaviour, she was nevertheless a gorgeous woman. Had a few of his old pals suggested he not waste his time as she dated men even superior to the “Big Boyd”, he sometimes imagined what would happen.
Just as how he, once in a while, did the same thing to Felia who now appeared before the two. Unlike before when she gave him her usual displeased sneer and shoo-away, she had leaned in close and touched his arm. His eyes widened a bit and he leaned down to listen to her- she was asking if he had a flask with alcohol.
“What do you think?” With a large hand he moved it to his back pocket and pulled out a flask then passed it over to her. “Don’t finish it off. How’d you think I get through these boring parties?”
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Post by Miya on Jun 8, 2014 16:51:14 GMT
There was amusement in Felia’s eyes as she watched Boyd go into his jacket pocket to produce the flask that she was dreaming of. “I’ll finish it off it I have to. You probably stored up what you need for the night already.” She said with an obvious glance at his middle section. With that, she took the glance quickly from his hand and turned towards the wall to pop open the cap and take one long swig of it. It was a pure liquor that made her throat burn and her chest to warm up with life. Felia closed the cap while turning back to Boyd, not showing how strong the alcohol was to her as a small genuine smile came to her lips. “For once, you aren’t completely useless.” She joked before moving the flask into his hands.
She didn’t hate Boyd like many would easily think, life was more complicated than you hate one person and like another one. There were more feelings that went into it than just hate whenever Felia found herself looking at the large man that could easily stand the strength of a hand cannon. She was annoyed with him, mostly for not being so active in the army that helped him get his fame. She didn’t like his carefree attitude, but that was because she generally disliked people who acted as if the world wasn’t one giant shit hole. However, there was also admiration for the man who, at one time in his life, he had the courage to do something he wasn’t trained for to protect the people from being harmed by the Tarred. She only wish that attribute to him was seen more often.
Her green eyes turned to Joshua in the moment her hands left Boyd’s after she stuffed the flask into them. She liked a lot of things about Sir Joshua, but she would never tell that to the man. However, with pure good alcohol running through her system now, she felt like she could even go for a rather public dance in the middle of the room. She turned her head to look over there, memories of dancing in her hometown were the first thoughts to come to mind before she turned back to Joshua. “The Tarred Forces have been slowly gaining foot.” She suddenly said to him since they had a moment alone together, Boyd being there hardly ever counted as someone who shouldn’t hear things like this in her mind.
“I’ll be moving a team out next week to give the Watch Guards more of an accurate estimate…It seems our peace streak is running its course though.” She explained before looking over at a servant that passed by with a tray full of champagne and the like. She watched the man walk away before her gaze landed on Selene once more. “Beautiful women are a curse on this Earth for all men!” The words made her instantly look away from Selene and back to Boyd and Joshua. She wondered when she would ever get away from those harsh words.
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Post by littlefluffette on Jun 13, 2014 6:33:03 GMT
THE DEAN BIG BOYD ALGER
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Boyd crossed his arms and pouted when Felia made no promise to finishing his flask, claiming that the large man most likely carried with him at least one more flask. It was true of course; he had one more in case of emergencies. But that was the thing, it was just for emergencies and now he was being forced to drink it should Felia finish it. After a long, rather drawn out swig she closed the lip to his flask and handed it back, making a snide comment about him not being “completely useless”. He shook the flask and listened in, somewhat satisfied that it had not been finished though it was clear that it now held less than half. He slipped the flask back to his pocket and looked to Felia, giving her a rather lopsided grin.
“Funny.” He snorted, looking towards the small crowd of photographers and interviewers who had then swarmed the beautiful, wealthy and arguably unattainable Selene. It was at this moment that Joshua and Felia discussed what was happening with the Tarred. Being a retired officer he has little to say on the issue, but it was good to hear how everything was going. It did not sound too good though, it seemed to be that the Tarred were drawing closer and now they needed to see how many Tarred were coming. Not good, as far as Boyd could tell.
Boyd was about to listen to the two talk some more when he noticed Sprinkle float from Joshua’s pocket. While the two were busy chatting, she moved towards the punch bowl and picked up a block of ice. Then, with said block she floated back to Felia where, happily, the tiny rabbit dropped it in her dress. Joshua saw this but alas had little time to react, offering to take the ice out before scolding Sprinkle. Wisely she floated to Boyd’s shoulder, now safe from at least Felia since she was not as tall as Boyd and had to get past his gut first if she even planned to grab him. He raised a large hand and patted Sprinkle’s head.
“Wish I could have brought Pepper, but he’s too big and he’d eat everything sadly.” Not like tiny Sprinkle who could go unnoticed.
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Miya
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Post by Miya on Jun 16, 2014 22:40:02 GMT
Felia nodded her head to Joshua’s words, both of them coming to an understanding about what was said. Tarred forces were heading their way, and Felia was going to do everything in her power to stop them before they ventured too far. Her eyes then caught onto the flashing of cameras and the gathering of a crowd around a podium where Selene stood. Felia wanted to say something in regards to her plan of action for how she would counterattack the Tarred, but her mind went blank as soon as her mouth opened. She accounted it to the fact that Boyd’s liquor was not her usual poison, but instead stronger and, of course, more effective on her brain.
It wasn’t until she felt the quick cold shock of ice on her chest that her eyes widened and her body reacted by hands rising to push manly hands out of her dress. It took her a moment more than she cared to admit to realize that the hands belonged to Sir Joshua before she found herself glaring over at Boyd and the creature that now rested happily on his shoulder. She would have said something snarky to the man, but he wasn’t the enemy like usual. No, Sir Joshua had put a rather large looking target on his head for Felia to now glare at as her green eyes brightened slightly with anger.
She took a few moments to straighten up though, her surroundings preventing her from damaging the man right then and there. Her eyes flicked up to Selene as she spoke her last words “….honor those who have given all to protect our freedom.” She couldn’t cause a scene after said words, despite how much she really wanted to punch the man’s face, so she cleared her throat before looking at Sir Joshua with a less menacing look. “It would be…preferred—” Yes, that’s a nice word Felia. “—if you could keep your pet well-behaved at a public affair.” She said with a very obviously forced smile before she patted down her dress while looking for anyone else she could run to that she tolerated more now than Cowardly Boyd and Perverted Sir Joshua.
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