[GM ORP ] Horsemen "Orientation" PART 3/FINALE P34

[xdeathxbyxlovex]

Xiomara looked over at the War Chieftain and tried to remember what her name was. She'll just call her 'Miss no fun pants.'

Not that she would actually say it to her face. She looks like she eats hopes and dreams for breakfast. Xiomara heard about her and probably ran into but couldn't recall. From what she knew the Chieftain liked to get people to train.

Xiomara sighed and thought of a way out of the whole idea. She wasn't going to do any kind of training.

You don't train awesomeness.

iStoleYurVamps

 

[kuumeii]

Iyari was amused.

The War horsewoman stood at the edge of the chaos in the middle, her wings tight to her sides as she stared at Hunter-Killer with some pride, though not for how much of a problem he was creating now. Wasn't her place to quell the fighting, though if there was a fight to join she was entirely ready for that. Something in her was seeking more fights, more blood - which was why she was in favor of the humans in the dungeons so she could throw things at them. Or maybe use them as bait... whatever ended up with human suffering, she was down for.

For the moment being, however, she had taken a solitary stare at the horseman nearby, her lips curled into a tight smirk as she watched how they moved and spoke among themselves. Much like her job description had to do with, she felt more like a bird of prey taking stock of the nearby game. As long as that remained interesting, which was waning quickly. She figured it'd be sorted out eventually, and her War brethren would take their half of the humans and they could get along with it.

Though, the REAL truth be told, she didn't think any deserved to be left alive at all.

Quote:

Iyari is an Elder War Horseman - Anyone may approach but she might throw a knife to test your dexterity!

 

[and be blue]

He'd seen her through the crowd, but Ollie -- small and distractable -- had fallen behind to watch the chaos of the scene, his mouth handing open and his expression bright. By the time it had slowed to something quieter instead, Nergui had disappeared from his sight and, exasperated, he'd had to turn to search for a flash of her dark skin in the crowd.

It was Valdis who finally drew him through the mob and to her side, Ollie still looking breathless and excited, his eyes flashing briefly to Kithryn before...not exactly ignoring her, no, but storing away the knowledge of her until after words spilled out between his lips. "Are they really giving us humans, do you think? Or is it some kind of test?"

Beejoux

nessihime

 

[Eight]

What. Was. This.

Na'ima stood warily at the edge of the group, looking quite unsettled by their surroundings. She looked to their surroundings, fully decked in her usual jewelry, trinkets, and scarves that completely concealed all of her figure save for a pair of black-lined golden eyes. Her hands wrung together with discomfort, bangles jingling and jangling as her wrists moved and clinked them together.

Someone was not impressed.

She moved a bit to now try and find familiar faces, her clinking jewelry giving away her position as she tried to stay far away from everyone. Oh, there was Nergui. With the filly...

Oh, at least there were other Famines here. She breathed a sigh of relief, thin henna-covered fingers pressed to her covered face, the mare almost hissing with her unhappiness. Though it was likely a sigh.

Where was--Wrath. Not fighting, but he seemed to be in the thick of things. Ugh. She would have to be social if she went over there..

Quote:

Na'ima is a Famine Horseman who looks terribly displeased right now.

Seussi

Someone is being watched

Beejoux

DA BEB

and be blue

BEE SAID TO

nessihime

AND YOU BEE SAID

 

[Black Magic Empress]

Sanjiva was still overflowing with an uncanny joy as she reached the crowd. She had only recently completed her achievement of becoming a full-fledged Artisan and was eager to experiment and draw out the full potential of her skills. She had been painting and sculpting furiously. She looked upon the boisterous Hunter-Killer and let out a low laugh. Standing strong as he should. I may have to paint this headstrong embodiment of War.

The crowd as a whole excited her. It pleased her on a deep level to see so many members of all of the Four Clans together in once place. She was also a bit overwhelmed. She had kept herself preoccupied in her room for a vast amount of time and had only recently begun to reconnect with other horsemen. She shook a little before seeing a familiar War Chieftain and friend. She shook out her nervousness and ran over to her.

“Iyari! It’s such a relief to see you since that… unpleasant incident. The whole affair left me wondering what was real. Wondering if our tower was a Tower of Lies, Medea was a Phantom Priestess, or if our Crystal was one of Distraction. But that appears not to be the case. I am proud to say that I am now a true ARTISAN!… I’m overjoyed and hoping to find more horsemen who can assist me with my creations.” It was clear she could barely contain herself.

Quote:

Sanjiva is a Stage 1 Conquest Artisan. She's recently gained all the powers of an Artisan (and a +2 Leather Bonus) and wants to draw you like one of your French mares do stuff!

kuumeii

 

[baby_gwing]

Straightening her form, Wan Ru noted with glee the hint of approval in Thiên's expression. He was a cautious one. That much she was certain."Pleased to meet you Thiên." She made sure that she pronounced the other horseman's name the same way that he did to demonstrate her attention to details and respect for him as an individual before going on to her self introduction.

"I'm Liao Wan Ru, an aspiring Scholar of the Conquest clan."

kuropeco

 

[nessy]

Irritation dissipated as Nergui stepped up next to her with the child on her hip. Holding out her hands to the babbling babe Kithryn was not at all bothered by the fact that he precious jewelry was about to be covered in slobber as it was unceremoniously stuffed into Valdis' mouth. She had been a big sister for too long to be concerned about that.

Ollie's dismissal of her was answered with dismissal in turn as she left answering him to Nergui. It was her job as an Elder, after all, and the wicked and mischievous edge of her smile spoke volumes for her.

"Quite annoying too. And of course the brute won't get out of the way and let his betters pass." Her opinion of War clansmen was not particularly high and would likely never be.

andbeblue

beejoux

eight

 

[and be blue]

"No..." Ollie's eyes had followed Valdis into the woman's arms, though, and the fact that Nergui trusted her with the babe made him frown just a little, his chin coming up and his posture shifting. The excitement was smothered, for the moment, as he endeavored to look presentable behind his crooked layers and messy hair. For a moment, his mouth shifted, on the edge of introducing himself. Then it slipped away and he just stared at Kithryn.

nesshime

beejoux

 

[its me debz]

Lurks wanted so many prisoners. He wanted this prisoner, and that prisoner. He wanted to imprison every single human, and also to not have to take care of them, because sometimes they didn't want to eat or drink water and that was tedious, and--

Well.

He was here, and ready to listen, so long as he got a people.  

[Molten Tigrex]

Mahir was also very present, if very lost and a little confused. Everyone was a lot taller than him and he couldn't see what all the yelling was about. It sounded exciting though. His many shadow hands were unfurling like little tentacles behind him as he skittered around between (and sometimes under) everyone's feet.

From his limited vantage point around most horsemen's waist height, he looked around for a new friend (of suitable height for climbing onto the shoulders of).

Quote:

Mahir is a famine horseman infected with insanity, and everyone's new best friend whether they like it or not

 

[Molten Tigrex]

"Hi!" Mahir called out brightly to the very shiny golden horseman that approached him. His disposition was almost identical to a friendly dog, becoming excited and playful even by eye contact. "I do not know! But, I will check!"

Mahir looked around intently and spotted a familiar face (and outfit) very close by the both of them.

"Na'ima! Hello!" Na'ima would get about 3 seconds of warning before Mahir vaulted himself onto her back, wings spread. He was immediately clinging to every available handhold her bejeweled robes and veil provided with a myriad of tiny, shadowy hands. From this high up he could finally see over the crowd for one long moment - there was a loud and somewhat familiar looking war horseman, blocked elevators, and a lot of humans. "What is going on here?"

grifferie

eight

HI