Bibliomania: An RP (members of the Bibliomaniac Army only)

[kimmy1479]

~Scipio~

"You make yourself very clear. Very clear that you know nothing. Allow me to educate you. To start, I am *not* a little boy!" And then, in his moment of rage, he kicked him hard in the crutch. Then swiftly grabbed the raiupier from his hand. Now he backed up, swinging the weapon side to side to test it.

~Menolly~

She had almost calmed her brood down when a commotion between to foriegn men broke out. Now her lizards flew about diving and swooping in panic.


(Sorry if I poof soon. My mom says I gotta go, but I MIGHT be able to fit in 1 or 2 more posts.)

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[You know that Tybalt is nineteen or twenty, right? That makes his six or seven years older than Scipio.]

|Tybalt Capulet|

Grunting with pain and anger, Tybalt threw the boy to the ground and snatched his rapier back. He put one foot on the boy's chest and held the rapier at his throat, fury in his eyes and murder in his stance. He held the rapier at the boy's throat, point digging into his neck hard enough to draw blood. You won't do that again, he told him. Don't think I won't kill you, boy- I have no qualms about murder, not even that of a child who likes to play games. If you want war, you will have war, but you will not win. I am older than you. I am more powerful. I have the advantage of speed and agility, and no matter how amazing you think yourself to be, I assure you that I am not impressed with your actions or your attitude. He pulled back his rapier and kicked the boy aside, sheathing the blade and leaning back against the wall in case he tried to attack again. Tybalt didn't need his rapier to fight, but it helped. He was no slouch at hand-to-hand combat, either.

[kimmy1479]

(Yeah, but if you've read the book he HATES poeple calling him/treating him like/ thinkning of him as a little boy. And truly, if a 13 year old kicked a guy in the crouch, it would hurt. So while Tybalt was in pain, Scipio grabbed the raipiur)

~Menolly~

Menolly could not control Buety as she flew over to the quarrel. She started squaking and lashing out at the 2 men. Soon the others joined in.

~Scipio~

As he was about to make another move to use his agility to his advantage, a strange creature like a small dragon flew at him and Tybalt. She pecked and squacked and slashed them with her sharp talons. Soon, a mob of simalar creatures came to assist her.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[And Tybalt grabbed it back. It's not a big deal, I was just pointing out the age difference.]

|Tybalt Capulet|

Tybalt lunged out with the hilt of his rapier, smashing it into one of the small creature's skulls and sending the thing crashing to the ground, he picked it up gingerly by the tail and held tight, with his rapier at the thing's throat. The rest of you demons, back down! He cried, Or this one dies first, and then that gold one, and then the rest of you, one by one! His quarrel with the boy was forgotten in the wake of this new attack. Like all of his family- and much of Verona, for that matter- the Capulet was highly superstitious. An attack by demons was nothing to be scoffed at.

[The Dragonfly Thief]

Freya

Freya was trotting back to the castle on a stolen pony. Well, to her it didn't matter if the pony was stolen. It only mattered at that moment that she got back to the castle to tell her king that the other king was planning an attack. Spurred on by the thoughts of praise. She started to gallop onwards. Suddenly, she felt a tug, like some had tied a harness on her and the cord had reached the end of it's line. Freya was yanked out of her saddle but she didn't fall. she felt like she was being squished and made smaller and bigger at the same time. She closed her eyes and WUMP, she hit the hard ground with a smash. Freya went invisable, as she often did when she was scared. Standing up shaking, she looked around her. It seemed to be a street but instead of horses and carridges, big metal things were going very quickly down them. Freya turned visable, "What happened to me?" she muttered, rubbing her sore head. Freya started to walk down the street. There seemed to be a raised platform on which people walked. As she stumbled along, she stared at the clothing. Some of the women were wearing pants! Freya could not believe her eyes. Some of the people walking by stared at her. Wanting to turn invisable, she sighed. These people were not normal, what if they hurt her when she changed?

[kimmy1479]

~Menolly~

She gasped as Auntie 1 was grabbed. Now it was her who was angry. She ran up to him and yanked the raupier from his hand, throwing it to the side as the rest of the Fire Lizards attacked him, their eyes whirling with red anger. She tried to call them off, fearing more injuries towards them, but they refused to listen. Camo however was effective at making them leave by sobbing and screaming, because 1 of his 'Prettys' where hurt. The rest, besides Buety who curled her tail around Menollys neck, went to comfort him. "I'll kill you with my own two hands if you EVER touch 1 of them again!" She screamed as she held Auntie 1, who was breathing faintly. "These aren't demons, and harm 1 more and the rest are likely and capable of killing you!" I said as I tried to be like Mavi and inspect the wound while at the same time glaring at the man who had inflicted the injury.


~Dustfinger~

As he was trying to approach the man with the book, an outburst broke out between the winged creatures and the Italien man. He waslked over angeryer then ever. He wasn't in the Inkworld, nor was he with Meggie and Mo, and now there where fights between men with swords and little children with lizards.

[.jabberwocky]

~Stella~
Stella searched the crowd frantically, her sudden stubbornness and defiance turning into fear. Lizards, masks, and fights- what kind of a place was this?!
Suddenly, she caught sight of a man- nineteen or twenty, from the looks of him- pinning a small teenager to the wall, menace written plainly on his face. She marched over to him, her combat boots slapping on the cobblestones, and shoved him hard on the shoulders. "Who do you think you are, freak? Pushing around a kid? Pick on someone your own size!" The line was cliche, but it worked coming from the crazy, spikey/green-haired girl in all leather.

[The Dragonfly Thief]

Username: DeadAlive
Name: Arya Stark (Arry)
Gender: Female
Age: 10
Book your character is from or was inspired by: The Game of Thrones.
Species and/or powers: Human, very good at sword play ("Stick 'em with the pointy end!")
Appearance (detailed description or picture):

Personality: Arry is very stubborn, she hates being a proper lady and would much rather spend time practicing with Needle, her sword.
History:

Arya Stark is the third child and second daughter of Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn Stark. She is nine at the start of A Game of Thrones. A spirited girl with an interest in fighting and exploring, she is a foil of her proper sister, Sansa, whom she often describes as "stupid." She is particularly close to her bastard half-brother, Jon Snow. Throughout her travels, Arya displays great resourcefulness, cunning, and an unflinching ability to accept hard necessity. She is said to take after her fiery aunt Lyanna in temperament

From the book's wiki.
Other:Needle came with her.

((Sorry about this, but was Arya accepted?))

[wickedwolfgirl]

((And now I can finally post... Except I dunno how to hop in with Sherlock. DRAT!))

[.jabberwocky]

((yes, she was! Sorry 'bout that. xD
the little menacing girl with the knife is very cute. <3 lol))