#~rp thread

[thethreefaes]

Kiara hung the bloodvine in the kitchen for it to dry. Four long strands were all she was able to find in the snowy mountains. The rich dark red vine was easy to find once she was on the right area. But that wasn’t the only thing she found.

The fae returned to the living area. On the chair a bundle of blankets warmed by the fire. And amongst those blankets was the ice fae’s newest problem. She had no idea what to do with it. Kiara had no clue about these things!

…But Hiccup did. Realizing the chief would be the best to deal with this, Kiara picked the bundle up and headed out into Berk. Finding Hiccup was much easier now. Reaching out with her magic she could sense his signature. Luck was on her side, instead of the forge it seemed Hiccup was at his home. Knocking on his door, she adjusted the heavy bundle.

“Hiccup? I need your assistance with something.” The blankets shifted in her arms and the fae struggled to hold them.

~ @dragonmasterhiccup

[thethreefaes]

“You don’t have to thank us for that. That’s like… thanking us for hugging you!” Lyra giggled, “it’s what family does.”

When Hiccup pulled them back into the hug, Kia let her wings fade away and gave her own little hug to the group. Open affection was… difficult. But she found she liked it.

“Alright. Let’s go get our thorn and celebrate.” Kiara stepped away and cleared her throat before she got emotional. Lyra held Hiccup’s hand, all but pulling him forward.

“I’m going to weave a tapestry of you and the court! You looked so cool!” Whatever had been weighing on her mind seemed to have past. No more high faes staring at her. No more fear of being taken away. She was giddy!

Getting to the hut Kia opened the door only to stop and cross her arms. Laying on the floor in the middle of the room was a large fox. Kiara sighed heavily as Lyra giggled.

“Are you serious?! You couldn’t nap like a human?” Kiara walked around Rose as Lyra dove onto her and hugged her. The two play fighting as the others entered their home. Rose escaping Lyra to jump on Hiccup and then Astrid. Knocking them into each other. Her tail wrapping around them to keep them from falling.

“I napped but then I got bored! So I’ve just been trying to relax. But-“ she made a loud yipping sound in excitement. Altair growling annoyed at the same time Kia covered her ears.

“You used so much magic to show off. I’m surprised that’s all you needed to regain it. I only grew the willow and I still feel drained.” Lyra giggled as Rose wrapped around her.

“Only grew a willow she says.” Rose mocks and nuzzles her.

“Okay! Let’s get this party going! I bet I could steal us some real good wine or mead!” Rose finally shifted back to normal, though she was still holding Lyra.

The Berk Clan @thethreefaes

Since that day in Kiara's circle, some time had passed.

Things were going well. The additions to Lyra's hut had been completed, and she was steadily recovering.

Hiccup was excited to show Rose all of his creations, and had already begun work on fae-friendly iron.

Today, they were in the forge again. Gobber had left, telling Hiccup, "If the forge blows up, I'm holding you responsible!"

There was ash smudged on Hiccup's cheek and leather apron as he bent over to get a closer look at what they were working on.

"Do you think it's strong enough? I just, I get the feeling it wouldn't hold up a Terrible Terror, let alone a person..."

[melancholicmoonlight]

It's been a few weeks since Jameson mauled Reid, hahaha. When he finally pulls himself out of the bed at Scarletts Inn, he finds himself much too tired and achy to do whatever sort've job she's going to ask of him today.

Jameson pulls his legs over the side of his bed and sits there a moment, his palms pressed over his eyes. After a few seconds like that, he finally stands and gets dressed, stomping into his boots and leaving the room.

He makes his way to the counter to look for Scarlett, rubbing his eye. He looks kind of haggard, and to be quite frank, he looks like he’s sick. “What was it you wanted me to do, again?”

[lieutenantozar]

Hills turning to mountains

|| @cyberghost-scout beginning operation—

Vallium twelve had been as warm as it usually was. Scorching temperatures and even worse humidity plaguing those who took refugee there, but something the locals were accustomed to, something that those sheltering there or working vaguely took in with envy. The shade barely keeping most cooled for the work and time with the sun raised in the sky. The wind barely keeping most standing and smaller annoyances away.

So to have someone wondering around and rushing about with a long, heavy, and dark, trench-coat was something to gaze upon. The movements not being slowed by the heat or its rays of the raging sun. Barely putting a dent into the rhythm the lieutenant kept up as he moved boxes and supplies to different points. The few lucky enough to be just as unbothered hadn’t adored any clothing close to what he had worn. And those who choose to do so now regretting such motives as they were recovering from the sickness now plaguing them. Though even than their work was picked up by the seemingly unbothered few.

But now it was his break.

Ozar had been moving his little courting gift as he had some brief time to spare before picking up another load. Though was now attempting to fight through a few of the heavier framed soldiers he oversaw for his neatly boxed gift. Currently tossing one over his left shoulder and ducking under another few. Clearly annoyed at their little antics as he began to rush at his right-hand man. Not that he could have helped with his relationship with his courtie hidden for much longer. He already knew time was coming short, including with the next steps for courtship. Though he had hoped that it was on better terms and more sensible terms.

[asmodeus-psd]

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[thethreefaes]

@dragonmasterhiccup

Púca mischief and magic switch (closed starter)

The house was coming along great. Ash balanced on the roof as he laid the boards. His brothers were around him helping with the building’s exterior. Ash had chosen a piece of land more towards the outside of the Viking village but an easy walk to the chief’s hut. And a much easy walk for the people to get to Lyra than Gothi’s hut. Ash’s chest warmed at the thought. Lyra would be the main village healer one day. A high honor.

“Hey! Stop day dreaming lover boy.” His eldest brother, Talon, nudged him. With an eye roll he got back to work. His other two brothers, Finn and Rhys, had returned through his circle carrying carpets and more wood for the roof. Soon they’d be able to work on the inside.

“Hey! Dad needs all of us back for a meeting! That means you too, Ashy! We’ll come back after.” That… was annoying. But fae councils were serious if all the court was needed. The two hopped off the roof with help from their magic.

Little did they know that a púca had snuck its way through the open circle. Taking the form of a wolf at first it snuck into the forest. Watching the faes work. The creature waited for the perfect time to cause trouble. As the brothers left through the circle they closed it. The púca changed shape again. A black cat with gold eyes stalked into the village. The feline making its way towards the next grouping of magic.

Lyra and Hiccup came into view. Looks like the two had been heading towards the new home. The púca could feel the power surrounding her. With a purr the cat rubbed up against her leg, causing her to stop.

“Aw, look at you! You’re so pretty.” Lyra picked the cat up and cradled it in her arms.

“Do you know who he belongs to, Hiccup? I don’t think I’ve seen this one around before.” She turned so her brother could pet the cat too. But as soon as Hiccup’s hand made contact with the sleek fur both he and Lyra were struck with pain like being struck by lightning. Lyra fell to her knees as the waves of electric shock went through her limbs. The cat jumping away and shifting into a more goblin like form. It cackled at the two in pain before running off.

As the agony faded away, Lyra found herself shaking. Her body felt heavy and tired and… sore? She blinked in confusion. The earth was oddly silent too. She… she couldn’t sense the magic around her anymore! Wait.. Hiccup! Hiccup was hurt too!

“Hiccup? Are you okay?” She’d worry about herself after. That… thing had zapped her brother.

[thethreefaes]

The fae nodded as Whisper described the sensation. It sounded similar to the pull she felt in her when she used her magic on plants.

“I understand. When I help plants grow I feel it in my arms and body. It almost feels like stretching.” Lyra held her arms out.

“And the bigger I help it grow or if it’s already big I feel the pull even more!” She giggled and let her hands fall into her lap.

“Stars, it’s nice to talk to someone who understands. My sisters… their magic is different. They don’t feel the earth and plants like me. So when I try to explain they just,” she shrugged, “they don’t get it.” With a sigh she flopped down on her side. Stretching her wings and legs out, now looking up at the other.

“Are there others? Spirits like you? Do you have siblings?”

“I’ve made dandelion tea for health potions!” Lyra was excited to find another that was fond of the so called weed. “They’re so good for potions. I’m glad you see they’re good too.”

The fae blushed and her feathers fluffed up at Whisper’s praise. She could feel the intent in the other’s words and everything she said she meant.

“You’re very kind. I simply help them grow. Give them a little boost.” She watched in her own amazement at the walking flower. Lyra giggled and clapped her hands.

“That is so cool! I can’t do that! Can you feel the movements of the flower? Like invisible puppet strings? Or is it all concentrated magic?” Her voice didn’t raise but she spoke quick in excitement.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Continue with demonsofodea Here.

"Well, to answer in short terms lord Omida, he's got some rouge demon fraction that remains silent but they do work pretty quickly and heavily. They are usually also seen in different areas but they are pretty well known for demons and exorcist when it comes to thieves."

[kova-kom-trikru]

A few days ago, Clarke, Bellamy, Octavia, and Kova had snuck out of Camp Jaha, hoping to find Finn and Murphy before the two could confront the Grounders on where they had taken the missing 47 delinquents, only to return with grief. Rumors spread until the report came out—the two young men had attacked a Grounder village and were killed and cremated, as TonDC’s customs demanded. According to Kova, it had been the best option to avoid another war between clans.

So why were they avoiding Raven in particular?

The warrior stood at the edge of camp, watching the treeline through the metal grates of the boundary with distant eyes. Their back straightened as familiar, uneven footsteps approached.

@mechanicextraordinaire // open call :D

[alburnusgecko]

@dr-octayve @mr-rey-of-sunshine @intern-ko

*gecko knocks on the daycare door* hello? Is anyone here? Me and Dr Octayve figured out how to reverse the de-aging gun!

[thethreefaes]

Rose’s tool bag was slung across her shoulder as she met Mira. The tech was enthralled with the high end equipment that was everywhere. The group Huntrix was known for their bigger than life performances.

“Yep. Lead the way. Gotta get ya back up and running before ya next show.” Honestly, Rose was trying not to go fan girl at meeting Mira. Out of the group she was the red heads favorite. Would it be unprofessional to ask for an autograph?

“So, we lookin at smoke damage? When I was watching ya seem ta love the smoke effects to cause the creatures ta disappear. Or did they get a bit roughed up? Like, your choreography goes hard.”

@thethreefaes liked for a KPop Demon Hunters starter. Mira & Rose

"Hey, so Bobby said that you're here to help fix the equipment." Mira didn't always speak to those that dealt with these things, but Bobby was running late so someone needed to. "There's a few speakers that need fixed." They had unfortunately got damaged by the special effects demons.

[melancholicmoonlight]

It's been almost a week since Jameson's been confronted by Metus, although it probably feels longer for him with the agony and all. They've just made it to the large portside city, far west in the middle of the night.

Reid is unpacking their bag into the dresser of their joint hotel room, which is much nicer than they're both used to and definitely way out of their budget.

He, understandably, hasn’t quite shaken what all happened the week prior; Occasionally pestering Reid with how they’re feeling. However, he’s starting to slowly feel better about it, so he’s left them alone today. The only thing that’s on his mind is when Metus might appear again, and what he could possibly want from him.

Jameson had already unpacked mostly and organized his things. He now sits on his bed, nose in his journal as he writes down whatever it is he’s thinking. When Reid comes over, he closes it and sets it aside, looking up at them. “This place feels a bit too fancy for us. How much did a night cost, again?”

[jinu-saja-sj]

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[gfthe-fearsome-foursome]

*magic anon time! Stan and Ford are wearing their old man outfits from Canon*

"Haha! This ain't so bad!"

"Huh?? Where did these clothes even come from???"

[faerowanaine]

Rowan plucked a feather from his wing and used it to play with Misty. The fae didn’t have pets. He kinda wished he did. Especially as he let Misty chase his feather.

He tucked his wings in from flirting as he heard Russell. Confusion clear as he tilted his head.

“Disappointed? Russ you could never disappoint! You’re amazing! Like, yeah I thought you were a fae. But that’s because I forget humans can have powers too.” Though his friend did seem… nervous? Uncomfortable? He didn’t want to talk about his powers. Was he a warlock? Mage?

“Hey. It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. I’m just glad you’re not freaking out over my wings.” Rowan chuckled. “Cause I just kinda sprung them out on you. Not very polite of me.” His eyes traveled over Russell. Adrenalin and panic settled enough that he took his time to check over for any other injuries.

“You… you really okay now? Do you need anything?”

“You got a cute blush. But don’t be embarrassed, I like holding you.” It was a brave admittance but Rowan held Russell carefully. He watched as Russell stepped into his home and followed. He stretched his wings, careful not to hit anything, but showing off.

“Thanks. I’m proud of my wings. What about yours?” Rowan bent down to pet the cat. Cooing at the cute little thing.

“So with your increased healing, I’m going to guess you are a healer fae? Or wait. Your magic did kinda turn back the wounds. Are you a time fae? That’s a rare power.” Rowan watched him in excited curiosity.

“I’m just a storm fae. Fun but not much to do in a city.” He chuckled.

[cyberghost-scout]

A little mead with a plea

@lieutenantozar

(>:3)

Four were perched in a little seating inside a busy bar. There was a multitude of species and merriment. Some were getting drinks, and some were watching the people get drunk with games and all. While the youngest to drink were just hanging out and having snacks.

"Remind me again, why were we here again?" Phantasma drawled, her mouth puffing away the strand of hair as she leaned forward at the table. Of course, the group decided to try to lay low, haloforms. but smartly in travel gear to cover some suspicion.

"Because I miss being in a bar once in a while...missing those idiots," Fedelis answered, the largest and only old man as he fixed his covering after placing his beverage down. "You could have waited, Fed." The golden femme said, before leaning back in her seat, craning her neck to her little sister and Flow. Ghostwire cooly accepted her simple drink and paid while the seeker got an item that was innocently looking by the scent of juice covering its high alcohol contents.

"I'm always amazed you can stomach that," Ghostwire muttered as she gave Flow and encreboules a look. The albino looked happy as can be to have it. "We all have our strengths, Ghosty~!" the seeker giggled.