boxofkururu | FOREVER OPEN POST

FOREVER OPEN POST

HOW TO RP: Call out who you wanna RP with, and I'll reply ASAP!

IVALICIANS: I can RP more, I just don't have accounts for them. And I do prefer AU a lot, but can play canon!

Basch Fon Rosenburg

CANON: Can play from any canon point. Prefer to play from either very early canon or post-RW.

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AU 1: Basch is also Belias. This is a fun AU to play. Can play at same canon points as canon.

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Larsa Ferrinas Solidor

CANON: Like Basch, can play from any canon point. Prefer to play post-canon, however. For Larsa, I use the same journal for every version of him.
AU 1: Occuria!Larsa - Larsa was given Occurian blood to stop an illness, and is developing godly powers. (I also have Balthier from this AU, but will only bring him out for certain people.)

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Ramza Beoulve

CANON: I prefer to play Ramza from early canon, so he can develop differently.

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AU 1: Scratched Disk, the cute creepypasta friend. Self-aware, Ramza can jump between worlds and simply desires to find and save Alma.

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EORZEANS: Right now, all of my Eorzeans are AU ONLY characters.

Urianger Augerelt

Miscarlet - as i nickname him = is a result of Ramza... a man who has been broken though going though the multiverse. Oh, and he's also part-Ascian. He can vary from seeming as he used to be, to being very broken and creepy - I depend to change it depending on who he's RPing with, and when he is from in his timeline.

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Alisaie Leveilleur

Alisaie (and her Alphinaud) took on the primal essences of Bahamut and Phoenix, to prevent them from being summoned again. And corrupted them into half-Primal beings. With her new power, Alisaie and Alphinaud still seek a way to cure those they've tempered.

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Haurchefant Greystone

He was revived as a dragon, and can now shift between the two freely. However, he has lost his ability to see his family or Ishgard due to being a dragon.

Nero Tol Scaeva

He is a Lalafell. Comes in 2 flavours:
He was messing with Allag tech and it turned him this way OR he was corrupted by Void.

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You'd think that badly of me, friend? [ He said - even with the blade still ready. The hiss in his voice, his own tail swishing. But, another winged man? Hm. He only called him friend because he wanted to get out of this without a fight - even when territorial. His eggs were nearby, after all. His sleeping horde. ] Do not come closer.

I do not plan to, m'lord. [His leg was injured in a fight with an aevis earlier, and it gives from standing on it. So, now he looks like he's kneeling before Haurchefant, knives still at the ready.]

I intend on staying here at my camp.

[ His camp? Why would another dragon - even another who wore the skin of a man - camp so close to the horde of an Elder Dragon (well, a man given that power and age it's weird)? His feathers are ruffled, good ser.

But the kneeling is good. He slowly put his sword away, but still looked quite threatening. ]

Nonsense. Ones like you shouldn't be out here.

[ Nobody should be near here - he thought that he'd spooked people off, honestly, when making this nest. ]

[He sighed.] Ones like me shouldn't exist. [He sets his knives down and sinks to his knees, fully expecting that sword of his to come crashing down at any time.]

[ That's when his expression softens - but he still needs to protect his children. His thoughts turn to himself - how he shouldn't exist - and then he decides to let out a roar. To let any other dragon know that this is his prey. He is taking this man - his sword put away, he suddenly rushed towards the injured creature, picking him up by under his arms. If he succeeded, he'd take to the air. ]

[Hearing the roar, he glances up to see the other man rushing at him. Bringing his hands up in defense, he felt himself be grabbed by the other, then take to the air.

He didn't know what was happening anymore.]

[ It's soon they've landed inside a blasted-out mountain hollow, surrounded by many eggs - covered slightly in shrubbery taken from around all of Eorzea. And Haurchefant drops him, eyes cold. ]
How did you gain these extra parts? [ He asked, as he let out another huff. He's trying to be kind, he really is. But now he's worried for other people who could... mutate and come to his lair. ]

[Thancred looks up from where he's sitting on the ground.]

Dragon's blood... forced down my throat.

It should have fully changed you, then.
[ His expression is still cold, but warming up. This poor man... but some things don't make sense. Perhaps it's different, though. He then sits down across from him - still blocking the exit with his wings. ]
And, you do not appear to be Ishgardian. Do not lie to me, friend.

[He closes his eyes for a moment, then glances at the pack at his side.]

I need a potion from my bad. An aevis tore up my leg, and it hasn't fully healed. After that, I will explain.

[ Keeping his eyes on the man, Haurchefant moved to his bag... and removed one, eyes on the intruder the whole time. ]
They are quite dangerous beings - one would kill a man straight away, if they were not tainted as us.
[ ...He's still quite careful, as he opens the bottle - giving it a slight sniff. He's quite used to applying it. But, with his long tail, he begins to remove any clothes blocking the injury. ]

[Thancred just watched. He was either expecting a weapon somewhere, or he was going to apply it himself... possibly to check his truthfulness. He would let him, he supposed.]

To continue explaining, I had been exposed to a spell called Flow, by an associate of mine. We were pulled into the Lifestream, and I woke up in the Forelands.

Heretics found me... they didn't appreciate my explanation either. They forced a vial of blood in my mouth and forced me to drink... I believe the remnants of the Lifestream warped whatever normally happens with dragon's blood, because they weren't very amused either.

[ Flow-- ah. He's heard of that spell before. He is looking for weapons, too - he has to be careful. As he begins to apply it, he gives a sigh, his expression softening quite a bit. ]
I suppose the war is still going on. A pity - if there were more peaceful supporters, I could return to Ishgard.
[ So, this is just a newborn mutant dragon. His hands are dancing, rather good at applying. Hey, when you have a WHM wife and study conjury yourself, you learn this sort of thing. ]
What are your plans now, friend, when you have healed?

[He flinches when Haurchefant first starts, then relaxes when he can tell he's working on applying the potion.]

That... I am unsure. I was looking for someone before I became...this. But now, I don't know if I will be welcomed back.

[ His own expression drops, as-- wait. Why is he grabbing his sword. ]
And I cannot return to where I was, else I will be labeled undead of some form, and a monster of another.
[ He's... making a small cut on himself? And... rubbing some of his blood into the wound? Honestly, he's marking his territory. Because he does not want another dragon to get this poor man, when they don't know what it's like. (Haurche could have explained, but. Haurchefant.) After the blood, however, he does return to the rest of the potion. ]
Who were you seeking? Even if you cannot face them again, perhaps you can rest knowing they are well.

What are you doing?! [He tries to pull his leg away, but can't. His grip is damn strong. So, he just stares as he rubs the blood into his wound before continuing with the potion.]

The Warrior of Light.

You-- ah. So you were a friend of the Warrior of Light as well? Are they not a splendid person? I gave my life for them, you know! Before surviving as a dragon - but I've not seem them back in these parts since then! A pity - though I could not show myself, I'd still help them - perhaps clear their path, or perhaps give them some nice warm chocolate? But how would I give it without them trying to harm me...?
[ You've got him babbling. Letting himself stop for a moment, however, he notices that expression. ]
...And now no other dragons shall try and harm you. You now belong to me - my scent shall remain with you.
[ He's not going to try and explain that his blood also smells of Bahamut, for he is the servant of his reborn Bahamut. And many monsters will want to stay away. ]

[He looks at him while he talks of the Warrior. At least he knows that they're still alive... Or at least were at one point...Even if he couldn't find them.]

Ah, thank you. For both things. [The statement about giving his life nags at Thancred, but he'll wait to ask details.]

Once I am fully healed, please allow me to repay this debt.

Of course - if you are of my kin now, I should expect something in return - though, you may take as long as you desire.
[ And that's when he finishes rubbing in the potion, and then... kisses the wound. ] Dragons tend to heal faster then what we were. It may leave scars, however - but are they not splendid marks of our victories?

Tell me what you wish in return, I shall attempt to repay you.
[Thancred then laughs.]

I don't know if me limping away from an aevis is a victory, but I survived nonetheless. [A yawn interrupts him before he can continue.] I may owe you another favor, do you have somewhere I can rest?

Well!
[ He says, looking around. He does have his own nest... ah, it's okay. ] I have a spare bed for you. If you need help sleeping, I have some spare Sleeping Potion. It truly helps when you are injured or plagued by nightmares!
[ ...It really does. And he can also make his own nest - protect his nest - probably figure out if this man will make a good thrall - and hunt for the morning. Yes. He can distract himself. His expression is still a slight smile, even though he's giving up his bed. ]
My name is Haurchefant-- well, I suppose I've been called Hromchevaux by those who sight me now. But I still desire to carry the Fortemps name. What may yours be?

Thank you, again, Haurchefant. I'm Thancred. [He looks over at the nestbed nearby, and attempts to get up and move towards it, still slow from reopening his injury.]

And the sleeping potion would be appreciated. [Somehow, he trusted this man not to harm him, at least for now]

Of course then, Thancred. [ Hm, wasn't that one of those Scions - the ones mentioned before he took both Alphinaud and the Warrior of Light under his wings? So he wasn't dead - he'd need to ask in the morning.

With a smile, he watched him walk - have to still block exit - before handing over the potion. ] Take it at your leisure.

[ ...Don't mind him watching you, friend. Just has to make sure you don't drug him. He's got a wide smile. ]

[He nods as he takes the bottle from him before curling up and taking a drink of it. He wasn't sure on how much, so less was better, then curled over to sleep, ignoring the man watching him as he got comfortable.

He'd be paranoid too if some strange man showed up near his home. He couldn't hold it against him.]

[ Haurchefant was satisfied, and set to his own night-time tasks.

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The next morning, however, Thancred may be woken by an odd smell. Haurchefant has gotten out an old oven - powered by Lightning Crystals, but being close enough to it got it working in Haurchefants' case - and cooking up a few Aevis. Oh, and he's covered in quite a bit of blood, all over his hempen smallclothes and dripping down his mouth a little. (He tends to get a new pair from his Ascian brother/lookout daily, so he can dispose of them and not make anybody worry.) The blood has made his clothes sort of see-though, though... or was it because he had hunted?

Haurchefant is just happy to have another to cook for - he won't need to leave meaty corpses out in the Vath settlement. Well, not too many of them, anyway. He wasn't sure when his eggs would hatch, though - and that's why he hunted so much. As soon as he noticed the other stirring, though, he suddenly looked to him - eyes focusing. Still wary. ]

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