Eragon based rp(please join)

[fletch]

OOC: Owner is offline right now, but I'm certain you'll be in tomorrow morning or sooner. Basically there is a plot right now where some riders and dragons fell mysteriously ill..Several dragon riders are going to look for a healer to find a cure, but a group of dragon riding bandits are looking for the cure as well to destroy it. Currently some of them are trying to take a younger dragon rider hostage.


Easton looked to Jessica one last time. Be calm. It will be alright, he promised. But he was worried. He hoped that Jessica could feel his panic through the link.
"I slew Durriken. I think I'll be okay." The boy said, almost dryly.

[Banana Dancer :)]

"You cant take him." Jessica said softly. She slowly got up and walked over to them. Her claws came out and herdafangs started to show and within a few seconds, her wings showed now. She growled and knelt right infront of them, eyeing the girl.

[goneleft]

She raised an eyebrow. "You, were the one who slew Durriken? Ah, well I thought it was your king Alex." She said mockingly. "But wait- all of you look the same. I wouldn't have a clue." Abagail said slowly, grinning. "Durrkien was nothing to me. Do you think you could capture my feelings, by bringing up my old leader? You're terribly wrong." She said silkily, but there was something more under her words. Durriken fell easily- she wouldn't.
Abagail watched her, blinking. "That's what you say."

[fletch]

Jessica, no! Easton shouted through the link. She would only get hurt. Back down. Now. We cannot win this.
Easton pulled up his hands in almost a submissive gesture. "So bind me. What a victory. A thirteen year old rider and his ill dragon. I imagine what a medal you will get," At this,he was hoping to get some sort of reaction out of the rider--perhaps to distract her so he could make his getaway.

[Banana Dancer :)]

Jessica smiled. "You are weak. If you were merciless, as you say, you would want to take the dragon and leave the rider to suffer. Instead, you rather take the rider and try and cause pain to me. Doesnt make sense does it?" She took the moment to ccoordinate herself then she quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled it to her then over easton, pushing the girl back and pinning her. "I told you not to touch him." She said sternly. Her claws were slowly seeping into her skin.

[goneleft]

(Replies might be slow- Sherlock is on.
XD.)

She snorted. "I don't need medals. I have my own reasons." She muttered, her gaze snapping onto the dragon. "I will take your rider- you are useless without him. If I took you- well.. what could I do with an injured dragon? Besides.. a thirteen year old can do some good work."
She hissed, and her hand with the dagger was yanked down, the sharp blade running across Easton's throat, as she pushed as hard as she could manage in that moment- before her hand fell. She clenched her jaw, grabbing her free hand, as she attempted to stab her with it.

[нana ѕong]

(Thank you very much E.M.B.E.R! I'll wait then seeing as im about ready for bed...I look forward to RPin with you all ^^)

[Banana Dancer :)]

Jessica used her foot to keep her hand down. "Im not injured." She smiled and used her wings to push the knife away. She pulled the girls arm to her and bit down into her wrist, letting it bleed. Then she got up. "Dont touch him." She went over to him quickly.

[fletch]

OOC: And I, you XD Have fun with Sherlock. I'll be up till 11:30 because we are only watching movies in school...I can just sleep through those xD

As soon as the blade had touched Easton's throat he instantly grunted in surprise. Due to the awkward positioning r blade had not cut too deep--not enough to hurt his breathing, but enough that he spluttered and coughed, instantly buckling over. The boy cupped his throat with his hands--which were soon red with blood. He knelt on the ground as he clutched at his throat.

[goneleft]

She glared up at her, clenching her fist. "Says the one who fell on her knees and vomited up blood." She sneered, lashing out with her legs, as her wrist was bitten.
She stretched out her hand, grabbing her dagger shakily, before holding it, breathing slowly, before pulling back her arm, and throwing her dagger, watching with narrowed eyes.