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medietas_ooc2016-07-07 11:24 pm
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Welcome to Medietas! Are you interested in joining the game? Do you have an old muse you want to dust off? Are you looking for a place to voice test a brand new character and would like to do so in our little island setting? Well, you've come to the right place!
You all know what to do but if you don’t, just follow the instructions and HAVE FUN!
How To Play:
→ Comment with the character you’d like to test drive. Don’t forget to add their name and canon in the subject line.
→ Choose a scenario, or start your own!
→ Tag around!
Possible Scenarios:
1. New Arrival: You have just arrived on the island of Medietas, in the city of Aerilon via a floating boat with people you may or may not know. Of course, you can't help wondering what the heck is going on here, or how you even got on the boat in the first place. But as soon as the vessel docks you are greeted by some lovely locals who offer you a map and a communications device before leaving you to your own. You probably have questions and there seems to be a number of people there already who may or may not have those answers. Talk to them! Or, get on the network and introduce yourself!
2. Getting Settled: So, you've arrived, but now there's five islands you should get yourself acquainted with. Meet your starter home neighbors! Start your new job! Check out the market on Aerilon!
3. Event: The Faire's in town! Feast, socialize, dance, play games! There's plenty to do and the grounds on Mundus are packed with festivities for all to enjoy.
4. Wild Card: Got something else in mind and want to create your own scenario? Go for it!
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He was, for one, horrid second, reminded of some distant moment in his childhood, walking through a grocery store with his brother, an elderly lady reaching over to pat his little brother on the head, calling them both... that.
Even then, Ronan remembered shuddering in abject horror. (Matthew, though? Matthew could still be called precious and no one would bat an eye.)
"I don't know, maybe you should hide away so my fucking bird doesn't crap on you." His fucking bird, it turned out, wasn't as pissed at him as she had the right to be, and with a loud Kerah swooped over Lorna's head and over to him, landing on his raised wrist, her claws tight on the leather.
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She did drop her hand, but not her smile. "Your fucking bird, as you called it, is really the least of my concerns. The fact of the matter is that our paths are going to keep crossing if we're both friends with Adam, and it's better to be friendly than antagonistic." It was simply logical, though she doubted that argument would fall on fertile soil.
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The thing about logic, though, was that while Ronan was by no means immune to it, he also simply did not care. With a sharp, icy look at her, he responded, "Parrish can make friends with whoever the hell he wants-" because Ronan would never, ever tell Adam what to do, "- but don't think it fucking makes us similar."
It didn't. Would Lorna be willing to lay down her life for Adam without a second thought? Would she sacrifice herself and her unborn child if Adam was in danger?
Likely not, and that was where the difference was. Ronan would do all of it and more, without hesitation. Gansey would do the same -- Blue would do the same. Noah, the dead bastard, would probably die again if it was needed. Whatever friends Adam made in this place... it wasn't the same.
"I promise not to bite your head off when he's around- that good enough for you, Seaweed Head?" It was most likely the best she could expect, for now; Ronan needed time to warm up to people, and she hadn't caught him at the best of times, anyway.
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She studied him for a moment, taking his measure. He looked a lot like some of the young x-men. She wondered how much of it was real and how much was affectation. "Oh, but the baby's off limits. Call me whatever you want, but I won't tolerate a single unkind word about Erika. Or Adam, for that matter."
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Life was easier when every thought Ronan Lynch was incapable of kindness.
"Erika, huh? You got ultrasound here? Figures, they got that but not cars." Notice how he wasn't contradicting her, or saying he wouldn't -- he had never been a particular fan of small children, but they were also small children.
"And Parrish can defend himself just fine. Want to bet he'll be offended you think he needs your 'help'?" Air-quotes included.
"I'll say whatever I want to him- if he's got a problem with it, he'll let me know." Easy, nonchalant, absolute confidence; not in his own ability to keep from offending Adam, as that would no doubt keep happening as long as he kept breathing, but rather in Adam, Adam's ability to tell him to fuck off. (Besides -- he could keep saying whatever he wanted to Adam, because underneath it all, both of them knew exactly what Ronan's opinion of him was.)
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Ronan's statement got a shrug out of Lorna. "I don't like hearing my friend belittled, but if that's how you two bond, then I can tolerate it, up to a point.