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[ B. These Boots Were Made for Sinking. ]
[Perhaps he should have expected things to turn out this way. After all, Richard does have a rather accidental penchant for finding himself in precarious situations. After having awakened in an unknown land, strange and disorienting both, Richard has begun journeying in search of a nearby settlement or town.
He trudges through a forested area with arms folded in front of him in an effort to block out some of the chill - not that it proves particularly effective, mind you. His nerves are already on edge, and it isn't long before he's dearly wishing he possessed a more practical pair of footwear. The overly saturated ground tugs at his heels with each step, sending him stumbling on more than one occasion with a hiss of frustration muttered under his breath.]
[As he's making his way around a creek bed, his luck completely runs out. There's a terribly undignified yelp as Richard windmills, and his leg sinks in above the rim of his thigh high boot. He tries to use his other leg to lever himself backwards and out of the muck, but already that foot, too, is beginning to sink.]
Curses! It would appear that I've gotten myself into quite the predicament... [There's a note of self-deprecation, too raw to have been knowingly transmitted. He's far from being in the best of moods at the moment. Perhaps he should call for help? Or perhaps that would make matters even worse, as who knows what sort of person might come to his aid. Either way, he is most certainly...stuck.]
[ C. Trust Issues Extend to Scanner Pods as Well. ]
[Don't panic, you say? Unfortunately after nearly losing his life and his favorite pair of boots to the sinking swamps, Richard is not particularly thrilled about being tailed by this...scanner pod. The machine is scuttling far too close for comfort, and there really is no way for him to know if it's purpose is merely surveillance or if it possesses combat abilities as well. As such, Richard's fingers hover just above his rapier as he takes on a defensive stance, his tone a command lacking any of its usual warmth.]
[ D. ]
[Perhaps he should have expected things to turn out this way. After all, Richard does have a rather accidental penchant for finding himself in precarious situations. After having awakened in an unknown land, strange and disorienting both, Richard has begun journeying in search of a nearby settlement or town.
He trudges through a forested area with arms folded in front of him in an effort to block out some of the chill - not that it proves particularly effective, mind you. His nerves are already on edge, and it isn't long before he's dearly wishing he possessed a more practical pair of footwear. The overly saturated ground tugs at his heels with each step, sending him stumbling on more than one occasion with a hiss of frustration muttered under his breath.]
[As he's making his way around a creek bed, his luck completely runs out. There's a terribly undignified yelp as Richard windmills, and his leg sinks in above the rim of his thigh high boot. He tries to use his other leg to lever himself backwards and out of the muck, but already that foot, too, is beginning to sink.]
Curses! It would appear that I've gotten myself into quite the predicament... [There's a note of self-deprecation, too raw to have been knowingly transmitted. He's far from being in the best of moods at the moment. Perhaps he should call for help? Or perhaps that would make matters even worse, as who knows what sort of person might come to his aid. Either way, he is most certainly...stuck.]
[ C. Trust Issues Extend to Scanner Pods as Well. ]
[Don't panic, you say? Unfortunately after nearly losing his life and his favorite pair of boots to the sinking swamps, Richard is not particularly thrilled about being tailed by this...scanner pod. The machine is scuttling far too close for comfort, and there really is no way for him to know if it's purpose is merely surveillance or if it possesses combat abilities as well. As such, Richard's fingers hover just above his rapier as he takes on a defensive stance, his tone a command lacking any of its usual warmth.]
[ D. ]
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[C.]
[Perhaps he should have expected things to turn out this way. After all, he does have a rather accidental penchant for finding himself in precarious situations. A loud clang of metal rings out through the fog, followed by a dull crack.]
[Anyone who chooses to investigate will discover Richard cornered by a particularly enraged spirit wielding a sword. The crack, it would seem, belonged to a branch that was previously located above his head. Unfortunately, without the use of his artes and with his rapier laid out well beyond arm's reach, Richard lacks much in the way of protection. He's currently locked in what might seem to be a contest of wit and intentions with the spirit, and his position shifts in immediate reaction to each movement that the spirit makes. If he times this just right, he may be able to work his way over to pick up his weapon, but things aren't looking well.]
Even now, I still...
[No, no, he needs to focus! He certainly could call for help, but who might come to his rescue? More than likely, it would just attract the attention of even more of these ghostly beings.]
[With what must certainly be a mighty roar if he could hear it, the spirit lunges for him, swinging the blade in a wide arc.]
[G.]
[Having managed an escape, Richard has taken to wandering the island in search of a town or settlement of some sort, all while keeping a wary eye out for further trouble. Despite this, he has to admit that the landscape in itself is lovely. There's something ethereal about the moon flowers bobbing in the night breeze and the bold light of the fullest moon he has ever laid eyes upon. Still, there's also something a bit off-putting about it all. The deer are certainly captivating, but every foreign gesture and sound sets him more and more on edge. It isn't necessarily the fog, or the risk of running into more spirits, or even the island itself, but instead instead many, many years of living with a weary, knowing dread. What's more, each isolated patch of flowers and each copse of trees looks very much the same as any other, and the thickening fog certainly isn't helping matters. Richard sighs in frustration.]
Curses.... This land is quite the disorienting place. I'm almost certain I've passed by this stream before. Could it be that I've been traveling in circles?
[And he's fresh out of bread crumbs, too.]
[Z.]
[This is the wildcard option! If you would like to thrust Richard into unknown circumstances, feel free to hit me up with a prompt of your own or you can PM me and we'll work out something together!]
[Perhaps he should have expected things to turn out this way. After all, he does have a rather accidental penchant for finding himself in precarious situations. A loud clang of metal rings out through the fog, followed by a dull crack.]
[Anyone who chooses to investigate will discover Richard cornered by a particularly enraged spirit wielding a sword. The crack, it would seem, belonged to a branch that was previously located above his head. Unfortunately, without the use of his artes and with his rapier laid out well beyond arm's reach, Richard lacks much in the way of protection. He's currently locked in what might seem to be a contest of wit and intentions with the spirit, and his position shifts in immediate reaction to each movement that the spirit makes. If he times this just right, he may be able to work his way over to pick up his weapon, but things aren't looking well.]
Even now, I still...
[No, no, he needs to focus! He certainly could call for help, but who might come to his rescue? More than likely, it would just attract the attention of even more of these ghostly beings.]
[With what must certainly be a mighty roar if he could hear it, the spirit lunges for him, swinging the blade in a wide arc.]
[G.]
[Having managed an escape, Richard has taken to wandering the island in search of a town or settlement of some sort, all while keeping a wary eye out for further trouble. Despite this, he has to admit that the landscape in itself is lovely. There's something ethereal about the moon flowers bobbing in the night breeze and the bold light of the fullest moon he has ever laid eyes upon. Still, there's also something a bit off-putting about it all. The deer are certainly captivating, but every foreign gesture and sound sets him more and more on edge. It isn't necessarily the fog, or the risk of running into more spirits, or even the island itself, but instead instead many, many years of living with a weary, knowing dread. What's more, each isolated patch of flowers and each copse of trees looks very much the same as any other, and the thickening fog certainly isn't helping matters. Richard sighs in frustration.]
Curses.... This land is quite the disorienting place. I'm almost certain I've passed by this stream before. Could it be that I've been traveling in circles?
[And he's fresh out of bread crumbs, too.]
[Z.]
[This is the wildcard option! If you would like to thrust Richard into unknown circumstances, feel free to hit me up with a prompt of your own or you can PM me and we'll work out something together!]
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[OOC] Thread Tracking
October 2013. To Right These Mistakes (Cheria)
August 2014. Reincarnated Lovers Meme (Asbel)
August 2014. In The Garden (Sophie)
September 2014. TFLN (Asbel; Bonnie)
October 2014. The Mask of Barona Ascends to New Heights! (Sophie)
October 2014. Seven Minutes in Heaven Meme (Asbel, NSFW)
February 2015. Everything's Coming Up Roses (Asbel)
May 2015. TFLN (Bonnie; Asbel)
July 2015. Seven Minutes in Heaven Meme (Luke)
July 2015. Seven Minutes in Heaven Meme (Flynn)
August 2015. Texting Meme (Asbel, Bonnie)
A note: If you'd like to start a thread with Richard, feel free to send me a message even if we have never spoken before! For the most part I've been casually roleplaying memes and PSLs with friends, but I'd love to get him involved with new characters and new players, as well. Likewise, if you're interested in shipping (or if you'd like to avoid it), let me know. :3b
August 2014. Reincarnated Lovers Meme (Asbel)
August 2014. In The Garden (Sophie)
September 2014. TFLN (Asbel; Bonnie)
October 2014. The Mask of Barona Ascends to New Heights! (Sophie)
October 2014. Seven Minutes in Heaven Meme (Asbel, NSFW)
February 2015. Everything's Coming Up Roses (Asbel)
May 2015. TFLN (Bonnie; Asbel)
July 2015. Seven Minutes in Heaven Meme (Luke)
July 2015. Seven Minutes in Heaven Meme (Flynn)
August 2015. Texting Meme (Asbel, Bonnie)
A note: If you'd like to start a thread with Richard, feel free to send me a message even if we have never spoken before! For the most part I've been casually roleplaying memes and PSLs with friends, but I'd love to get him involved with new characters and new players, as well. Likewise, if you're interested in shipping (or if you'd like to avoid it), let me know. :3b
Skit ???: "Whatever Happened To The Mask of Barona"
In times of distress, turn to me! It is I, the Mask of Barona, here to offer aid in your moment of need!
Why such indecision? When testing the voice of a royal personage, you must not cower in the shadows! Write, and write often! Delve into memes and dressing rooms! Test your skills under as many conditions and alongside as many fellows as possible!
Now, away with you! Go with confidence into the ranks of the fandom and be as a candle, allowing your fervor to shine so that others might see...! Hold your head up high, and conquer your inner doubt!
And now I bid you...good day!!
Why such indecision? When testing the voice of a royal personage, you must not cower in the shadows! Write, and write often! Delve into memes and dressing rooms! Test your skills under as many conditions and alongside as many fellows as possible!
Now, away with you! Go with confidence into the ranks of the fandom and be as a candle, allowing your fervor to shine so that others might see...! Hold your head up high, and conquer your inner doubt!
And now I bid you...good day!!