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Aria Starstone generated a random number between
1 and 13 ...
4!
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 Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 7:44 pm
Pets:
1. Shy
2. -
3. -
List:
1. DNC - 3, 2, 1
2. Song - 3, 2, 1
3. Pop - 1, 3, 2
4. Nami - 1, 3, 2
5. Sara - 1, 3, 2
6. Rua - 2, 1, 3
7. Shy - 1, 3, 2
8. Arty - 3, 1, 2
9. Saso - 3, 2, 1
10. Baby - 2, 3, 1
11. Icy - 3, 2, 1
12. Kandey - 2, 3, 1
13. Ragers - 3, 2, 1
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Aria Starstone generated a random number between
1 and 13 ...
7!
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 7:45 pm
1. Shy
2. -
3. Nami
List:
1. DNC - 3, 2, 1
2. Song - 3, 2, 1
3. Pop - 1, 3, 2
4. Nami - 1, 3, 2
5. Sara - 1, 3, 2
6. Rua - 2, 1, 3
7. Shy - 1, 3, 2
8. Arty - 3, 1, 2
9. Saso - 3, 2, 1
10. Baby - 2, 3, 1
11. Icy - 3, 2, 1
12. Kandey - 2, 3, 1
13. Ragers - 3, 2, 1
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Aria Starstone generated a random number between
1 and 13 ...
11!
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 7:47 pm
Re-Roll... Shy, the dice, they love you! Lady Aria Starstone 1. Shy 2. - 3. Nami List: 1. DNC - 3, 2, 1 2. Song - 3, 2, 1 3. Pop - 1, 3, 2 4. Nami - 1, 3, 25. Sara - 1, 3, 2 6. Rua - 2, 1, 3 7. Shy - 1, 3, 28. Arty - 3, 1, 2 9. Saso - 3, 2, 1 10. Baby - 2, 3, 1 11. Icy - 3, 2, 1 12. Kandey - 2, 3, 1 13. Ragers - 3, 2, 1
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 7:48 pm
1. Shy
2. Icy
3. Nami
Winners, please PM me names and specialties (Please read the race description, they're not evil, just pranksters!), and send the trade!
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 10:20 pm
Mice like Cheese, but this isn't cheesy!
Preference List: 2, 1, 3
Owner's Name: Artymus
Name for Mouse: Ibanez
Mouse's Specialty: Sneaking
Mouse's Personality: I love music. I love making it, and listening to it, and just jamming. Playing music for others makes me so happy, especially if they start rockin' out with me and cuttin' loose. When I'm not making music, I work with my friend Gingy in his bakery. A girl's gotta make a living after all. One thing I can't stand is people who hate on others for no real reason and cause pain without reason except for their own pleasure. It's just not right. But I do believe that you are what you want to be. You don't have to conform to other's views of you.
RP Response: Ibanez was on her way to seek shelter in the FaeMice temple with Fender and Stratus when she had to stop. "I'll catch up with you guys in a minute. I need to rest", she told them. As they kept on, she found a spot to sit and collect herself. Faetasia was in serious trouble and the Good needed help. As she contemplated, a rustling from a nearby bush frightened her, making her jump to her feet. "Who's there?", Ibanez called. Frantically, she looked for something to defend herself with, when a small child came forward. "A....baby?", she thought out loud. As the little one got closer, she saw it was a Baddie child, an Ebil Fae.
Oh crap!, she thought. Ibanez began to panic on the inside when a tug on her hand brought her back. The Baddie child was looking up at her with tears in his eyes, sniffling. "Oh! Oh no...Please don't cry", she said softly. Sighing, Ibanez picked up the child who began clinging to her, wrapping his arms around her neck. She now had a decision to make; either leave a poor, helpless child all by himself, or take him to the temple and let her goddess decide what to do. Realizing that the child had fallen asleep on her, Ibanez decided it was best to go to the temple and let her goddess decide what was best. Maybe if raised properly, he would be good. She hoped so as she set off after her friends with high hopes.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 4:44 pm
Mice like Cheese, but this isn't cheesy!
Preference List: 1, 2, 3
Owner's Name: Songstress Kitsune
Name for Mouse: Calanthe Rose
Mouse's Specialty: Trickery
Mouse's Personality: People tell me I'm kind and caring, but I just feel that it's only right to do what I can to help people. Besides, someone who loves causing a little chaos as much as me can't really be all that kind...right? Still, I'd never hurt a soul, not intentionally at least. I always try to clean up the harm I've caused...once I've gotten my amusement out of it! I'm also fair at...let's not call it []lying, let's call it bending the truth. People tend to believe what I say. I guess I'm just convincing!
RP Response: Calanthe slunk silently along, constantly casting glances over her shoulder. She was making her way from her home to the FaeMouse temple, hoping to seek shelter and perhaps aid the effort on the side of Good in this war. She didn't think much of her skills, but she supposed that another body was always good.
That was when she heard it-a sobbing mewl, the sound of a baby that was utterly lost and terrified. It tore at her heart, and she made a quick move to find the child. When she did, she gasped. It was a Baddie! A lost little baby, left all alone in this hostile world...Her heart broke for the little thing, even if it was evil. She scooped it up, and as soon as she did, the crying stopped. "Oh, sweetling, you're all alone in this world, aren't you..? Don't worry, I'll take care of you..." Even if it was a Baddie, it was just a child...a child that needed her!
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 5:19 pm
Mice like Cheese, but this isn't cheesy!
Preference List: 3,1,2
Owner's Name: Shadrya
Name for Mouse: Beti
Mouse's Specialty: Gathering
Mouse's Personality: I am a very small mouse, but i have a loud personality, I have a older brother called Kailen, and I have a small Food Gathering Business ( Farmer ) that my Family left me and my brother when they died. Kailen and i are very close and he has also protected me.
RP Response: Kalien and i were hurrying at the Farm to gather as much food and supplies as we could carry to take with us to the Temple of FaeMice, The crowd was loud and there were tonnes of Mice trying to get to the Temple. I dropped my basket and tried to yell out to Kalien to stop and wait for me but he did not hear me, I saw a opening gap to get to the side because i knew a short-cut to the temple.On the way to the temple i saw a basket that was shaking i thought to myself what could be making a basket shake? I went up to the basket and i carefully lifted the lid with a stick i found nearby as a weapon if i needed it. To my suprise it was a Baddie baby and she was all by herself, I looked around to see if her parents would be nearby what i couldn't see anybody. I picked her up even though she was a Ebil fae and started to hurry to the Temple, Hopefully one of the elders would know what to do with her.And if we could not find her parents depise Kalien's protest i would raise her as my own.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 7:26 pm
Mice like Cheese, but this isn't cheesy!
Preference List: 2,1,3
Owner's Name: darknightcavalier
Name for Mouse: Melissa
Mouse's Specialty: Infiltration
Mouse's Personality: I am quiet yet bitter. I have personal issues, but that won't stop me from helping the cause. I lost my family, and I'm alone. I search for something to live for, something missing inside me. Maybe the cause will help? I want to help others, hopefully they won't suffer the same fate as me.
RP Response:
The war had raged on for days. The ground caked with holes from magic of both sides. The buildings were in smolders of this once pristine town. The once beautiful square, adorned with flowers, were now littered with rubble and ash. A single figure stealthily paced the ruins, her form slinking through the shadows as she stopped dead in her tracks.
Before her was a ruined building, what was once a school. Gently, she trudged in. "Maybe there were survivors..." she muttered as she slinked into the ruins. The smoky smell thick within the ruins of the school. Gently she trudged, her heart sank. War was hell, given that fact, it saddened her that innocents had to die in the crossfire. She stepped through the day care, hoping for the worst. Her ears perked up, she could hear something. Someone was trapped in here!
She rushed in and searched through the rubble to find the source of the sound. There it was, hurt and alone, a little Baddie! She looked at the little thing, the little one bawling in pain ad hunger. Her heart said she couldn't leave it alone, yet her other half said this was an evil little thing. Yet... there was sommething that reminder her deep within her soul. She was found the same way, defenseless, hurt, alone. No one deserved to die alone, let alone a child. She lost her family, yet this little one never knew them yet. Gently, she picked him up and sang a little lullaby. Bringing her back home. She'd face the consequences, she'd face the pain. But to her, this was the right thing to do...
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 4:27 pm
Mice like Cheese, but this isn't cheesy!
Preference List: 2, 1, 3
Owner's Name: ktqueen
Name for Mouse: Charisse, Sansa, Nuo (for 2, 1, 3 in order), but prompts will be from Charisse
Mouse's Specialty: Determination, Proper Manners, Dancing out of traps
Mouse's Personality: To be frank, my personality is a little rough around the edges for some. I always stick to my guns, and sometimes other fae get in my way. I'm a good fae, I really am. I pretty much do the right thing most of the time. I do not bend for others. I'm not afraid of getting hurt or getting dirty to do the right thing no matter the personal risk.
RP Response:
She was running to the temple when a sound cut the silence of the darkness. A baby was crying somewhere in all of this craziness. Charisse fought down the urge to continue to run and forced herself to skid to a stop. The faemouse carefuly swilved her ears and listened, much like her race's namesake. Poised and waiting, her heart racing in her chest to the point where she was sure that maybe she had just heard the noise. Just a figment of the corners of her mind.
And then another cry of the baby.
Cursing under her breath, Charisse moved toward the sound. She didn't think on the fact that she had been running from what could have only been a dead fae walking again. Her friend... she had seen Mark die. Being eaten alive by others. And then Mark had risen again and chased her. Charisse shivered slightly as the baby cried out a third time. And a third time was a charm, for the pretty faemouse found the baby.
Bending down Charisse picked up the babe without hesitation. It was only after the child was in her arms that the female figured out that it was in fact, a baddie.
"Damn... I hope they don't throw you out."
For Charisse it wasn't a question of what to do. It was a question of what the others would do when she showed up at the temple. If they wanted to throw the baby out, they'd have to throw her out as well. Then she would be on her own, and who knows what would happen then? But it was the right thing to do, and Charisse wasn't going to back down because of the possibility of others. She'd just have to send her prayers to the goddess and hope for the best.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 4:44 pm
Mice like Cheese, but this isn't cheesy!
Preference List: 1,2,3
Owner's Name: Parue
Name for Mouse: -can I decide after/if i win?-
Mouse's Specialty: -same as above?-
Mouse's Personality: I am calm and rational, but have a whimsical sort of dry humor that I highly doubt you would understand. Why you ask? Well.. because most people just usualy dont. At least not right away.
RP Response:
With a curl of her shoulders that hid her mostly within the strands of her long hair, the fae-mouse hurried towards the temple of her deity. The early spring was cold, made even colder by the never-ending dark that had swallowed the floating island like a black cloud. And she almost missed it on her wait to the temple. A quiet sound, mewling and soft. Miserable and cold. She stopped, eyes scanning the low brush along the path, even looking up to scan the low branches of the trees.
Ah there it was, the lazy flick of a little tiny tail. Quirking her head to the side she slipped closer, and came face to face with a tiny pair of violet eyes, looking at her from a face who's lips were already blue with cold. Sure the plants of fantasia had curled around the baby in attempt to keep it warm, but it was very obvious that the baby had been without care for a while.... But she could see why. This was in the heart of faetasia, near a temple of love and kindness, and this was an EVIL infant. The little wings on its head a testament to its dark heritage.
But... It was still an infant. Looking both ways down the road, as if checking for a witness to some crime she was about to commit, she leaned over and scooped up the little baby, the leaves of the ferns giving way to her care. As if proof of how long the baby had been in the cold and uncared for, it didn't even cry or swat at her as she lifted it into her arms. It simply looked up at her with big sad eyes, and gave a pathetic mew.
She heard a noise, and instinctively clutched the baby against her chest, her ears going flat as she scanned the dark tree line, her fur standing on end. She felt as if someone was watching her... and more likely then not, someone was. This was no place for an infant, of any kind. Even if the world of the evil was taking reign... this baby was still that. A Baby. Innocent of the crimes of those around them. She shook her head, and ran the rest of the way to the temple, panic racing through her as the sudden steps of someone chasing her ran through the night.
She ran up the temple steps, and slammed the door behind her, her precious little bundle still clutched to her, and gave a brief prayer that her deity would understand.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 8:08 pm
The winners are:
1. Songstress
2. Parue
3. KtQueen
Send me the trade, and 'Rue, once I get your infoz, I'll cert it all up!
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 7:20 pm
So the FS is open. Flaffle style, post prefs. No skipping, please.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 7:22 pm
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 7:23 pm
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 7:24 pm
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