1x1 discussion

Boo!

Aaah! XD So what should we doooo?

I honestly don't know xD Would you like playing the female or male?

Male. :3 Maybe we could do a slash-horror?

That's cool! Or we could do something like fantasy? I have a good idea :)

Ideas are yours! Go ahead! :)

Okay making this on the go; I was supposed to do something like this with someone else but they left ugh :3 Based on Shattered Blue, I forgot to mention!

*There's 4 type of fae. They look like humans but each have different powers. Red Faeries manipulate and read thoughts, Green Fae manipulate emotions, Blue Faerie manipulate elements and Clear Faerie channel all powers. Basically chanelling means absorbing any power.


*But every faerie needs Light to survive. Light is a human's positive energy, their happiness. But they could only get it from a mortal through touch. Their realm was full of Light but you could only get it in the mortal realm from mortals.


So enter Male A. He's a Blue Fae, Banished from their realm and into the mortal world. He's interesting Female A and they cannot stay away from each other. When they finally kiss Male A is unable to stop and almost takes all her light but pulls himself away and pushes her away, only to be almost hunted down by some other fae, right in front of female A, and so he tells her everything; but there's a cost to revealing.

Anddd we can turn the story from there! But if you want we can do something else ^-^

That sounds awesome! What do you mean by "tells her everything" and also why is he being hunted down?

Tells her everything, as in finally reveals everything about him, and about faeries's existence and everything

The "hunting down" thing? I'm not sure about that myself XD

Ah, okay. Can we do it in a separate universe? I'm not really good with writing fantasy on Earth. XD

okay then a parallel universe type? XD

That sounds fun!

Okies, so its settled? ^_^

Settled! Could you please make your character form first so I know how much I need to do? I don't want to be too detailed, however.

Okay, then, just wait a bit :)

 
Vivian Simmons;

age 17, human, poetic, gentle and kind

white blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin

     

That's just as much as I can do on phone >.<

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Daemin Ardyns;

age 18, fae, dark, mysterious and deceptive

brown hair (quiff), brown eyes, tanned skin

Yayy so how far do you roleplay?

What do you mean? xP

Like, how detailed? :)

Oh. Um, perhaps one or two paragraphs.

Okay, I don't really have a problem with that ^-^ Who's gonna start?

You can, just so I can get the gist of your idea for the role-play.

Okies then just wait a moment or two ^-^

If there's one thing Vivian hated, it was being stared at, and that was happening a lot lately. She slammed her lock door shut, loud enough for all the other people to look away, and then winced herself. Ever since her sister's death, Vivian has been a bit too edgy, but that was only to be expected of, or at least that's what she kept telling herself as she loaded her poetry portfolio among her notebooks.

It will be better when the new boy comes. She told herself repeatedly, walking down quickly without meeting anyone's stares. It will be better, cause he'll be a distraction for everyone and they'll leave me alone. They'll have to. She didn't want any more pity; by now, she was sick of it.

Within the Forest, beyond the looming and imminent danger that were the Demons of Azagard, were succulent green grass blades that sprouted from the ground like tiny flowers blossoming in the spring. These grass blades led to a small village occupied by many Fae, the realm where Daemin had been banished from. Through the Veil, however, through the thick wall of space and time, was where it led to a small town in the mortal world.

This was where Daemin stayed, in a small apartment complex of which he called the Haven, seeing as it was strewn with ivy and kudzu and whatever other plants he could find to make himself feel natural and at home. He had been banished because of his Blue territory, the ability to manipulate the four elements. Why?; he hadn't known exactly, it was a vague thing, but this Haven... he could get used to it.

Vivian had made her way into one class after another, all the while hearing the latest gossip, seeing the sneaky looks from the corner of her eyes. She wasn't stupid. She knew that everyone knew exactly how her sibling had died, and that made everything worse. She almost needed that new student's presence; anything to get the pressure of her.

So she started to write, and her words were so easy, so fluent. Poetry was her language, the only one she understood. It was her comfort, the one she finally can relate to. She used words to keep herself straight and strong; anything to help her get over this.

With strong Fae hands, Daemin lifted up his couch, cleaning underneath it with a sweep of his mystic hands. All Fae were granted with Myst, which allowed the creatures to perform simple tasks more quickly; it was extremely advantageous and handy. No matter what, he used it to his own advantage just like any other Fae would.

Once done, he donned his human ears by using Glamour, covering his elven ears and replacing them with something somewhat humane. Now he was ready to blend in. After doing a few chin-ups, pull ups and push ups, he scrambled off to human school in a human life part of a human world.

Other than poetry, only one thing could calm her down; right in the edge of the courtyard, in the merged boundary of the norm and the forest, the little quiet meadow, so tiny and unnoticed but peaceful. She'd spend most of her time there ever since her sister's death, a secret place of her own.

Before her sister's death, Vivian always thought the place was a dump until her sister had dragged her there, cleaned it up and made it their "special place". We'll keep it a secret, she whispered, pointing to the now refreshed and pretty place, and we'll stay here whenever we want. And because her sister couldn't, she'd stay.

Shift. Shine. Shimmer. Light. Dark.

Daemin knew, undoubtedly, what this meant — every few months a Fae was given a flashback to their life before they had been granted their powers by the gods; they forgot their life before then, because the Giving Tree took their memories — and now it was time for the Fae to find out a bit more about himself.

Stepping towards a girl of small height,
touching her hair and remembering light,
a soft voice whispering in his ear,
nothing so much as the girl to hear;
and yet he still walks through the trees,
past growling bears and buzzing bees,
to his Clan where those who wait stand,
holding together with hand in hand.

Daemin was swept back to reality and left consideration of the rhyme till later. For now, it was time for school.

Vivian knew as soon as the bell rang that the peace was over. It was time for reality, and she didn't go along well with reality. Quietly muttering prayers to whatever God was watching amusedly from above, she made her way to her favorite class, English, the only one she excelled at.

The only thing she wanted to do now was go back to the stupid place she called home. It wasn't home; just a house full of strangers calling each other family. But it'd have to do for now. She sighed, weighed down by all the troubles.

Once he got into the hallway, Daemin was pushed into a trash bin by a few of the super jocks that glared at him with a mysterious and devious smirk. Oh God, pushing him into the bins again? Couldn't they think of something more original than other things they see on Glee? He sure felt like Kurt at the moment—except less gay—because, God, his head spun like a spinning top.

He certainly would've attacked them back, but if he did so, their lungs would have exploded from pressure of water, or their bodies would have been charred burnt from fire, their heads would have been crushed from earth, or their brains would have scattered across the pavement from air. He smirked at this as they bashed him up, his muscles protecting him.

Vivian was the earliest in the classroom, already stitching words to form melodies and poems nobody except her could understand. And to lace dreams to form webs of a fantasy, she finished, tracing the words in her paper like they were real. To her, they were so much more than words. They were her essence, being stored and immortal.

If only someone was like that, someone who'd share her words. And everything would be so much better. But she was yet to meet someone like that and she didn't think that she would.

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Ah, here he went again with the bullying and the punching and the half-assed morons trying to get their go at Daemin. His Fae spidey reflexes weren't going to do him much good, however, if he was trying to not show his enemies that he was actually what he was: one of the Fae.

Then they did something weird. One of the bullies that grabbed him by the arm tossed him head-over-heels towards a glass window and soon enough he was soaring through the air, arms flailing, and his eyes were focused down on the ground, forearms covering his head before—he crashed through the window (these bullies must have been abandoned Fae, which meant that they were coming to get him—yes, he could hear their pounding footsteps now) and into a classroom, where he saw someone who he had seen before walking down the street. He had heard her name, seen her face: Vivian.

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Vivian didn't do well with surprise: she always froze. It was the same now. She locked eyes with him, hand flying to her mouth to stifle a startled scream. She stood up immediately, reacting faster than the teacher, and sitting down next to him almost instantly, her thoughts fast but one focus in mind: as long as he's not injured.

"Are you okay? Should I call an ambulance? What just happened?" She blurted out, reaching out to touch him, only to hesitate a bit. She herself didn't know what just happened; he was a stranger, and then he was here.

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"Ugh, bloody Humanity." It was true; he wasn't quite used to human's language yet, but he was getting there—or at least he hoped he was. He smirked darkly at the human girl looking down at him from the ground. He wiped her hand away, but thanked her for the kind offer. "I really don't need it. I'm able to get up on my—OOOOOOWN!"

He felt a large shove at the small of his back and was thrown against the other side of the classroom by—he saw as he looked behind him—one of the bullies, who was a Clear Faerie. Dammit, this wouldn't work well. Once he broke from the curse of the pushing and pulling of the wind, Daemin stomped into the ground, creating an earthquake that threw all the students and the Fae bullies to one side of the room.

Vivian gritted her teeth against the pain of being pushed against the wall, and gingerly touched her back. Everyone was panicking now, most of them getting out of the room, but she couldn't -- wouldn't.

She couldn't leave that boy here and even if she wanted to, she wouldn't make the mistake of running to the door like the others, which was almost just in front of those people. Instead she stayed alarmingly still on the side, movingly incredibly quietly.

He used his powers and summoned a ball of water which he made one of the boys choke on, wrapping it around his neck and then pulling hard. The Fae's neck snapped and his head came off, spurting silvery blood throughout the classroom. Daemin cringed and then ran off towards another bully.

This one used his angry emotions, a Green Fae, to pull at his fury and sent it at Daemin. Daemin pushed it away with a Push of Air, and this sent the bully sprawling to the ground.

Most people wouldn't have believed it, but Vivian did and for some reason she wasn't frightened, not for herself anyways. But only for him, and for the others too; what if they got hurt?

"Stop!" The scream came out loud, almost like a screech. She was on her feet now, trying to swallow her hiccups. "Just stop."

"Humans." He muttered, whipping out a sword the length of his arm and then some. He slashed it against one's throat, blood spurting out from the wound, stabbed a Fae in the back and then in the head and then turned on the saw mode of the sword and sliced one's spine right out.

"Girl, you gotta be quiet. These buggers are going to kill you."

"They're going to kill you too." She said it quietly, squinting against the action. She wasn't smart enough, fast enough to do anything, but she knew just as well that sometimes its better to stay out of the way.

"I don't think I'll like it when that will happen."

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