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

[Wildmagic_warrior]

||Tybalt Capulet||

Turning at the sound of footsteps, the young man saw the girl who had shouted at him earlier. He was beginning to realize that this world was a lot like his own, even if they didn't speak the right language. They were quite a bit less sophisticated, too, and they let their girls run around where anyone could just grab them. And their skirts were too short, far too short; weren't hey disgraced? The young lady with the demon creatures seemed dignified enough, though, and the one who had died wore men's clothing, which he couldn't object to because his younger cousin did that all the time. But he had been horrified when the scientist attempted to bring her back to life, and was quite relived that he had failed. The dead were dead, and one should not disturb that balance. He wouldn't touch the dead woman's device, either, even though it changed his fluid Italian into their blocky... whatever they called their language. Speaking of which- turning around, he sheathed his rapier and bowed to the young demon-girl. "I think," he said, and the device in the scientist's hand changed his words, "That I must beg pardon from from thee, young witch. In the land of my birth, demons such as yours are considered..." He paused, then changed his choice of words. "...bad luck." Rising, he glanced from face to face, and said to all of them, "It would appear, however, that I am no longer in Italy." He turned back and finished, "May I have my lady's forgiveness?" Now, under normal circumstance, Tybalt would have refused to apologize for even the slightest thing. He was a Lord, after all, and heir to the Capulet family because his aunt and uncle had no sons. However, in this strange new place he would need all the allies he could get, and a sincere apology would hopefully mend the rift he had inadvertently placed between himself and the witch-girl. Having someone who controlled demons on his side would be a fine advantage in whatever battle there was to come, and a battle was coming. He could taste it in the air.

[The Blåbär vindur৩]

Does anyone know if I'm accepted?)

[kimmy1479]

(Yes, it is auto-accept here, since the owner (Jabberwocky) no longer goes on CS, except very occasionally. ^-^)

~Menolly~

She stared at him for a moment, looking for any sign that this apology was a trick. A ruse to lull her into a false sense of security. It didn't seem like he was one to use such cunning, but in a world like this.... it was hard to tell. So she examined him, his words, his body language, and tried her best to figure out what his game was. His speech was much different from before. Besides actually being in English, his words where.... eloquent. Something she definitely had not expected from the beast of a man who raged war against her friends with the vigor of an animal attacking its prey. Yet, in this strange land, where it seemed that the common dragon and firelizard where virtually nonexistent, pardoning her own clutch, she did realize how, to one who had grown up thinking things that covered her land and planet so commonly, where, as he put it, demonic and bad luck, such would be considered a threat. And though she was a bit miffed at being called a witch, since magic was something she had never, and would never do, she sensed he didn't do this often, and therefore it was, likely as not, sincere. In Pern, the crime he had committed by raising hand -or, more accurately, sword- against her creatures would have resulted in deep punishment.... but just as he was not in -what did he call it?- Italy, she was no longer in Pern.
"Sir, I am no more a witch than you are a bird. Never have I dabbled in Dak Arts and tis doubtful I ever will." she began, doing her best to match his speech. She spoke into the language changer, hoping that it would work vice versa. "However, due to your eloquent speech, I shall willingly overlook such a label you hath bestowed upon me. As for my demons, as you call them, know that they are none such things. In this land, foreign to us both, tis' quite obvious things work differently from both our homes. So know that, these are no more than animals, whereas you are concerned. They have wings like the birds, and bodies like the lizards. And though smarter than the average beast, they come not from the Dark One, but from a simple egg, fragile as any. They mean no harm, at least until you raise hand or voice to me. They are my friends, who only wish to defend me, not hurt others. However thye know my emotion, and because I felt anger towards you that day, so they did too." she told him, her voice turning to the respectful tone she used with the Lord Holders. She figured that he, who was apparently of importance in his own land, would prefer that. "And now as I shall accept your apology, please accept mine, as it was my own emotion that fueled their attack."

Meanwhile, Scipio watched from the side, arms crossed as the girl with the interesting beasts accepted the mans apology. This rude man, whether they came from the same place or not, had questioned his title after all! He denied the importance of the Thief Lord, and than used his bulk to try to harm him. And though Scipio quite obviously attacked as well, he still felt miffed at the acceptance the girl was bestowing upon him.

[The Blåbär vindur৩]

((Ok! Where can I start?))

[kimmy1479]

(Well, the rest of us had our characters randomly fall into an ally and be all confused. XD Dustfinger is currently in said ally that they all fell in. Wanna intruder your character there and have Dustfinger RP w/them?)

[The Blåbär vindur৩]

((Ok, I'll have Legolas appear right in front of him. I love confusion!!!))

Legoals looked around, widening his eyes. Where am I? He began to panic and spotted Dustfinger. he pulled out his bow, pinting it at him. "Where am I!?" He shouted, almost scared.

[kimmy1479]

Dustfinger looked up, surprised to hear a voice. He saw the bow pointed at him, and the boy's confusion and let out a sigh.
"Another one...." he muttered to himself, his anger at this Silvertounge flaring. "I'm not your enemy boy, and you'd do well to put down your bow and remember it." he said, deciding that incinerating the bow as it flew would be a good way to show the kidw hat he meant, would he be so foolish as to shoot.

[The Blåbär vindur৩]

Legolas sighed. "I'm not a boy..." He said, lowering his bow. "I'm Legolas of Mirkwood. And who are you? What is this place?" He asked, looking around.

[kimmy1479]

"Okay, your not a boy... so your a girl? Not very feminine are you? Your hair is certainly long enough though." Dustfinger said, knowing full well what the character had meant, but amusing himself with the small taunt. "Well, whatever your gender, I am Dustfinger and you are... a story character. This is a place known as the Real World."

[The Blåbär vindur৩]

Legolas narrowed his eyes lightly. "I'm an elf. And..really? And might you know how I got here?" He asked, hanging his longbow at his back, looking down at him with his deep eyes, filled with mystery.