Roleplay Samples 6/22/2012
Felix Drysii & "Aoi"
Fey smiled, biting her lip to keep from laughing at her friend's state- taking her exhausted state and raspy voice into consideration. ...And the content of her ereader's library.
A rather cheeky grin pulled at her lips. 'Ohoho~ Naughty demon-boy~' She thought, only to have her thoughts derailed at the status-update of her Nook.
She paused, shrugging a bit- it was just a battery, given she didn't exactly have a solar-charger, but still. With all the excitement (and demon babysitting) she doubted she would have much spare time for reading...
However at Maeve's words, all humor vanished and she began to think the worst- so she was rather relieved to find out that it only had some scratches across the screen. ....Perhaps rather than making Maeve pay... she should take it out of the demon's hide.
Scale by scale.
Wordlessly, she turned, tucking the e-reader under her arm and began to stalk after the demon-boy, reaching the gate and letting out a rather controlled call, “AAAAAOOOOOIIIIIII!”
….Upon realizing what had occurred while she and her boss-lady were chatting however, she dropped the Nook as her arms fell limply to her sides.
Aoi had more or less, ripped the car in two. With nothing more than his claws and sheer determination.
Her mouth went dry and her jaw slackened at the sight and she couldn't seem to find the words to describe what had happened- or find any words at all, really.
Aoi trotted over to her, beaming happily. “You do not need to worry anymore, Felix! It cannot take you or Maeve away anymore!”
Her knees hit the sand before she could even process the failure of her legs.
"....." Her mouth hung open, eyes wide enough that had there been a hint of a breeze in the desert wasteland they now resided in, it would've been more than sufficient to send them rolling out of her skull.
They were now officially trapped. In the ruins of a prison.
With an over-sized demon-something-or-other.
....Who had just torn apart an military-grade cargo-jeep.
...With his bare hands.
'How can this get any worse?'
Felix Drysii & "Aoi"
Fey smiled, biting her lip to keep from laughing at her friend's state- taking her exhausted state and raspy voice into consideration. ...And the content of her ereader's library.
A rather cheeky grin pulled at her lips. 'Ohoho~ Naughty demon-boy~' She thought, only to have her thoughts derailed at the status-update of her Nook.
She paused, shrugging a bit- it was just a battery, given she didn't exactly have a solar-charger, but still. With all the excitement (and demon babysitting) she doubted she would have much spare time for reading...
However at Maeve's words, all humor vanished and she began to think the worst- so she was rather relieved to find out that it only had some scratches across the screen. ....Perhaps rather than making Maeve pay... she should take it out of the demon's hide.
Scale by scale.
Wordlessly, she turned, tucking the e-reader under her arm and began to stalk after the demon-boy, reaching the gate and letting out a rather controlled call, “AAAAAOOOOOIIIIIII!”
….Upon realizing what had occurred while she and her boss-lady were chatting however, she dropped the Nook as her arms fell limply to her sides.
Aoi had more or less, ripped the car in two. With nothing more than his claws and sheer determination.
Her mouth went dry and her jaw slackened at the sight and she couldn't seem to find the words to describe what had happened- or find any words at all, really.
Aoi trotted over to her, beaming happily. “You do not need to worry anymore, Felix! It cannot take you or Maeve away anymore!”
Her knees hit the sand before she could even process the failure of her legs.
"....." Her mouth hung open, eyes wide enough that had there been a hint of a breeze in the desert wasteland they now resided in, it would've been more than sufficient to send them rolling out of her skull.
They were now officially trapped. In the ruins of a prison.
With an over-sized demon-something-or-other.
....Who had just torn apart an military-grade cargo-jeep.
...With his bare hands.
'How can this get any worse?'
