The Forgotten- Semi-Lit Roleplay. [Now open for posting!]

[crimsonmansion]

"Whooooo am I?" Joke gazed at Sonja with a sparkle and a wink while allowing Max to finger her clothing (which upon closer inspection looked like it was hand made). "I, my lovely little butternut squash am just an elaborate figment of your imagination." She giggled like a hyena and started twirling around while singing the Papageno-Papagena Duet from Mozart's Magic Flute. "Gypsy, daughter of Loki, child of pixies...she has been called many things."

"What is true, and what is false?" Joke said in a sing song voice. "Ve just call her Joke...it is the name she picked for herself." The harlequin of chaos bounced over to Max. "Weell, I didn't really have the room for my accordion, and a harpsichord wouldn't fit...soooo a kazoo would have to do!" Christolph put his hands on his hips with a raised brow. "In other vords, she knew I vuld be able to tell it vos her from the accordion."

"Ok ok...you got me! Hey what's that?!?!" She pointed towards nothing and then bounded back over to Sonja. "Can I lick your horns?! Bring Joke much luck!"

"....like she needs it." Christolph mumbled.

OOC:: Now you know why I pair such a serious character with one that is absolutely mad

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Sonja didn't step away from Joke, but she said firmly, "No. There will be no licking of horns." She looked the girl over, sharp brown eyes picking up minor details- here was a bit of packing foam, stuck to her shirt, and there was an interesting pattern of metal triangles on her belt. "Besides, I know of you. Being what you are, certainly you've heard that dragon horns are poisonous to those not of our species? Even I can't touch them, since I'm not all dragon."

[Terra Dragon]

If David had had gum in his mouth, he would have choked on it. He tried to say something, but basically just squeaked in disbelief. Charming Sonja was a dragon halfling? He had only ever read about that in books! And Christolph-blood, his weakness in this sweltering sun, his wearing such odd clothing and speaking so old fashionedly-he didn't want to believe it, but his mind silently told him vampire. What was Hunter? What was Joke? What was Max? He was pretty sure he wasn't anything himself, but if someone had told him different, it wouldn't take much to convince him. After a very confusing moment of whooshing thoughts he looked over at the post woman. He was sure that he was safe with this group-none of them seemed bloodthirsty at all, but he wasn't sure what she would think.

[Tatterdemalion]

OOC:: D8 I hate being away for the weekend, recap please?? NVM, caught myself up.

Madeava had followed them, though only as far as the post office door. Curiosity killed the cat after all, and she most certainly was not going to be that cat. Even if they had seemed friendly enough, Madeava knew better than to just go on trusting people like that. As she peered through the window, Madeava found herself more than content with staying outside. People did not come out of boxes- ever. She at least knew that much.
Although what would you know of people? She asked herself, homesickness welling up inside her. She avoided people, it was as simple as that. And what she wouldnt give to do it again...

[crimsonmansion]

"Ahhhh....ahhhh....yes, but you never know what I may contain that could be immune to such a thing." Joke giggled and stuck her tongue out at Sonja before wiggling over to David and goggling at him with her wide wild eyes. The post worker in question had the appearance of one who was daydreaming the most delightful fantasy without any regard to anything around her; staring out at Christolph like she was in absolute love...it was strange how such a woman could 'ignore' the chaos around her so...'easily'. The burly German wasn't even giving her the time of day, but he did seem preoccupied in his thoughts.

"Leave him alone Joke." Christolph finally vocalized just as the tiny harlequin was about to put her hands on David, his face stern and unforgiving like a father of an extremely unruly child. She stared at him for a few moments, making various facial expressions as if they were conversing purely via mind before stepping back and taking notice of a girl peering in through one of the windows. Creeping over like a mouse, she approached the window before sliding up to it, placing both hands on the class and then drawing her tongue across the surface. Bobbing her head, Joke motioned for Madeava to come inside.

Christolph turned towards David and offered up an apology. "Forgive me mein friend, I should not have lied to you. Your assumptions are correct...I am Nosferatu, und Joke is a Mullo...ve are both vampires." He paused to see what David's reaction would be...and he feared the worse. Unlike the poor post office lady, he thought it would be rude to attempt mind control on someone he respected, but Christolph didn't know what would happen if the old man overreacted.

OOC:: oh and btw, Joke's facial expression on the window glass looks something like this: HERE

[Tatterdemalion]

When the brightly colored girl appeared out of nowhere in front of the window, Madeava was hard pressed to keep back a yelp of surprise. Run like a frightened deer though, she did not. There was something odd about most of them, something she had yet to place, but now finally seemed to realize. The majority of them reminded her of home, having some strange air about them that just fit.
As the girl behind the glass motioned for her to go inside, Madeava gave an owlish blink. Not at all sure what to do with the suggestion - or order, she wasn't quite sure - she merely stood there, eyes still wide and mouth hanging open ever so slightly. Once again fiddling with her head scarf, the woman timidly took the few steps towards the door, knowing she would probably regret it. Just so long as they kept their distance, certainly it would not be too terrible.
Nervously chewing on her bottom lip, Madeava reached out for the door handle, slowly pulling it open just enough so that she could slip inside.

OOC:: XD That face! I was tempted to make Madeava flat out faint from it.

[Terra Dragon]

Simply overwhelmed by it all, David turned around and curled up on a bench along the wall, his hands over his face and his knees up to his chest. He had been taught what was real and what was not ever since he was a babe-vampires where not, and it was all just a bit to much for his brain at the moment, the total reassignment of things.

[Mercurian]

((Sorry I'm so late!!! D:))
Hunter recoiled as the strange young vampire bounced up to him. He would've hazarded a guess that this woman's clothes were modeled after the modern-day 'punk rocker'. He coughed awkwardly and tried to push her away. Why does she have a kazoo? he wondered. And why is she here? Why is any of us here? He noticed the scarved girl inching her way inside the office, afraid, and marveled about the difference in human emotions. Look at Max, completely unmoved (although she did have a reason), and then that drooling postal girl, and then poor David in the fetal position.

[Mayiamaru]

(I think that this RP is becoming forgotten ^_^")

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[I've been gone for a few days, but I'm back now ^^]

Sonja stared as Joke bounced around, then crossed her arms. "Joke," she snapped angrily, "Stop that! You're scaring the mortals. You should know better- shame on you!"

Max grinned as she felt the vampire's shirt, thinking that if she ever got a chance, she would most certainly love to make something like this for herself. When she saw David curl up on the bench, she dodged around Hunter and Christolph to sit beside him. "Hey," she said quietly, "Are you alright? I know it's a lot to take in- finding out that my best friend was half dragon was pretty rough, believe me."