Esmeralda
Rogues
You speak of justice, yet you are cruel to those in need of your help!
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Post by Esmeralda on Sept 20, 2017 4:38:58 GMT
Esmeralda resisted the urge to bend down and pet Dante on the head. They were old friends, and such a familiar action wouldn't be condescending between them. However, she knew that would be undermining his authority here in front of the new recruits. He had to be scene as the current appointed leader. Appointed leaders do not get little head scritches. No matter how good they'd feel.
"I think I'd like that. I'd just finished visiting Quasi, and I was only going to head back to the Court, anyway," the gypsy smiled warmly before turning to look at the others to politely introduce herself. "Hello everyone," she smiled easily and gave a half bow, "My name is Esmeralda."Esmeralda kept her relationship with the king of France quiet for now. On one hand, secrets were power, on the other she wanted to savor the reactions when people found out. That was always fun. But her introduction was cut short when the strangest thing happened. The girl with longer hair had said hair suddenly fly up and rearrange it's self into the a ridiculously elaborate style. Esmeralda couldn't help but blink in shock, the bright green eyes that were her name's sake widening. The surprised expression was quickly replaced by Esmeralda biting her lip to suppress her giggles when the very same girl screamed 'What the actual fuck?!'. The entirety of Notre Dame seemed to have halt in that moment and it was all Esmeralda could do to not fall apart at the ridiculousness of the scenario. "Uhm, maaaaaaybe now would be a good time to leave, Dante..." |
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Jenn
Rogues
Posts: 41
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Gender: Female
Army: Rogue
Rank: Shadowkeeper
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Post by Jenn on Oct 7, 2017 16:40:27 GMT
“What the actual fuck?!”
Taylor's yell reverberated off the stone walls and pillars around them, causing both immortals to turn suddenly at the loud exclamation.
Perhaps it was because this place was already making her uncomfortable and on edge, so when she heard the loud yell, Jenn had subconsciously summoned her blade to her hand, expecting some sort of attack or threat.
This had most certainly not been the case, she realized, as she and Hades both snickered slightly at the sight of Taylor's new hairdo.
"Nice hair, it really suits you," Hades chuckled.
Jenn rolled her eyes, all the while biting her cheek to keep from laughing, and smacked him, "shush."
He glanced at her and shrugged, feigning innocence. His gaze then flicked toward the weapon in her hand, and he raised a brow.
Jenn tilted her head, not sure what he was looking at her for. Hades nodded at her hand and mouthed, "angel blade".
She quickly looked down at her hand, and dismissed her weapon, hopefully before anyone could notice. This didn't seem like the place for someone to carry a blade on them.
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Puck
Rogues
Posts: 11
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Army: Rogue
Rank: Shadowkeeper
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Post by Puck on Oct 9, 2017 6:20:31 GMT
Now that was a reaction worth his magic and then some.
The seemingly endless echo of the woman's voice complimented by the horrified stares of the many churchgoers practically had him cackling with delight. He firmly clasped both hands to his mouth to stifle his growing laughter, pulling his cloak tighter around his shoulders to better hide his snow-white hair. He already stood out from a crowd with his rather flamboyant wardrobe, and though he did want to be noticed by this mismatched band of rogues, he didn't think that now would be the best time, considering the death sentence likely awaiting him for his prank.
Unfortunately for Puck, karma had never been very kind to him.
He'd been attempting to take a small step back further into the shadows of the pillars around him when he'd glanced in the direction of the two immortal beings of the group. Though quite unlikely to admit it, that quick look at the shorter of the two's weapon startled him for a moment, only briefly, but just enough so that he made a small misstep when backpedaling. A mere two inches of floating above the ground tripped him, making him stumble into a table hosting a rather large brass vase.
As the hollow ornament went clattering to the floor, Puck could feel several eyes turning in his direction, from which he now found little refuge.
Whoops.
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Dante
Rogues
Posts: 5
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Gender: Male
Age: 5
Army: Rogue
Rank: Guard Dog
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Post by Dante on Oct 23, 2017 2:57:58 GMT
As soon as heads whipped around in the direction of Taylor’s outburst, Dante’s ears folded flat against his head. Esmeralda’s suggestion sounded like the right plan at that moment.
“Perhaps we should.” Dante muttered, as he shepherded his group towards the door. But of course, the wolfdog could only get so far before another thing happened, in the form of a breaking brass vase. The sound of it echoed throughout the massive cathedral, prompting the churchgoers and priest(who remained firmly rooted to his pulpit), to turn their attention towards the new offender. Dante’s emerald eyes watched a figure emerge from the shadows, suddenly thrust into the spotlight.
While this person’s scent was new, this was not the odd scent he had smelled earlier. He knew something else hid along the shadows of the pillars, although he couldn’t pinpoint just what it was. He moved closer to Esmeralda, nudging her hand.
“I’m sensing something else here. Let’s move this tour along.” Dante said, disregarding the distractions that made their already mismatched group stick out like a sore thumb.
Taylor’s attention turned towards the brass vase as well. Her eyes locked on Puck, and regardless of the weight of the wig that now resided on her head, she marched over to the hooded figure, as a fire within lit up her eyes. If there was one little thing that Taylor cared about, it was her hair. It wasn’t so much for vanity, but in a world where anything and everything could go wrong, it remained a steadfast constant of normalcy for her. No matter how crazy everything around her got, her hair would remain remotely the same, the same hair that gave her the fondest memories.
“Is this your way of trying to look cool? ‘Cause let me tell you, I’m more than ready to fight you, ally or not.” Taylor growled, as she grabbed Puck by the front of his cloak. The force threw back the hood, revealing Puck’s snow-white hair and pale face.
“Change. It. Back.” Taylor demanded, pushing her face into Puck’s own, until their noses were touching.
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