fate-shining-gold

Send ! for me to write a starter of ours being kidnapped and locked in a cell together

 One moment the taste of blood was all she knew, and the next, she was waking up feeling drunk in a small and damp cell, with dim lights the only source to give her sight. Looking around, she was surprised and not so happy to see that right next to her..was Fate. Moving over, she noticed one hand was bound to one of his hands, and they were both shackled with one, very strange, set of chains to the floor. Using her free hand she began to shake fate.

 “Wake up, fool!” She hisses.

“Fn-gah~!  Whuzzat?! What the—“ Fate body snapped to wakefulness, disoriented and entirely incoherent.  His mind registered that his limbs were restricted quickly, though, and now given a problem to focus on, his mind began to clear.  He observed the thick iron manacles on his legs chaining him to the floor, and his left hand chained to another person.  Even in the darkness of the cell, those golden eyes could only belong to one person, and Fate’s focus turned razor sharp upon realization that he was cuffed to the best/worst thing to ever happen to him.

“Evie? What in tarnation is goin’ on?  How’d we get here?  Last I reckon, you weren’t even with me when…whatever it was got the drop on me.”

Looking around, she attempts to move around, but only is constricted more in doing so. Realizing the two of them were bound until whomever it was did this set them free or worse, she felt herself hiss out in frustration. This was not how she wanted to be bound when with Fate. Rubbing her temple with the hand that was not bound to him, she turns her face and steadily looks at him, clearly, annoyed.

“Alright we have to find a way to unlock the one around your hands first at least.” She is serious, strange to see her so, but in a situation like this time for foolish games was based saved for later.

// LISTEN THE FUCK UP

Don’t you ever say that. Never. I don’t wanna hear that shit.

Yes, I can be selective. I don’t feel super comfortable roleplaying with OCs most of the time (but I do make the very rare exception here and there). Sometimes I may turn someone down for an RP that HAS a canon character - the reasons for this vary quite a bit (anywhere from ‘just not feeling the chemistry’ to ‘I just don’t feel like I can do much with these two so I’m not going to drag this out for both our sakes’).

I’ve been roleplaying for a long, LONG time. I’m fucking old, guys (I’ll be 30 this year). I’ve had my heart broken so many times along the way. I’ve felt inferior. I’ve felt I wasn’t worth it. I’ve had people promise me they want to do stuff together and build things and then completely push me away. Sometimes I was able to forgive them - sometimes things just happen. Other times it was DEVASTATING. That’s life sometimes, and I toughened up. I decided to stop hoping ‘sempai will notice me someday’. I don’t have time to wait for that.

You wanna be worthy of me? Be worthy of yourself. Respect the people you RP with. Respond to your threads (when you have the time, of course). Put your heart into it. Take responsibility for the people you’ve committed to building worlds with. Take it seriously - even if it’s fluff, crack, smut, or just ridiculous garbage. Have FUN.

But don’t you dare ever say you’re not worthy. I refuse to believe it. Say you don’t want to, or that you’d love to but don’t play a character that could, etc. Those are at least valid reasons.

Sona was visibly worn out. Playing for such long periods of time was draining on her, but it was always worth it for that rush in the moment. Which is why she didn’t quite have the energy to be surprised at the sight of the infamous gambler. How did he get backstage…? she wondered privately, though she immediately smiled at the foolishness of it. Of course he could get there.

<That’s quite something indeed> she commented when his explanation was through, bringing a hand to her lips in silent contemplation. <And yes, everyone has potential. I truly believe that.> Before a conversation could really be had he was already taking his leave and Sona nodded her goodbyes. The card he left came down to her other hand leaving her only with curious thoughts - until it suddenly changed and a message was revealed.

A proposition…? What sort? she wondered, flipping the card a few times back and forth as if looking for the answers there. Asking The Maven of the Strings to go anywhere casually was asking much of her, especially some simple tavern. Still, she had an hour. Enough time to rest, shower and change. The stage lights were hot. She could think about it for awhile.

<Good evening> she smiled back at him with a little bow of her head before sitting. She let the Etwahl rest against the wall where she could see it and where it didn’t take up too much space. It was about as long as she was tall - not the most convenient thing to have to carry around everywhere, but what could one do?

“Miss Buvelle, I’m hopin’ you can be of assistance in an upcoming event I plan on attending.  Your status and celebrity allow you to move in some very high circles.  As such, your presence can open certain doors that might be closed to someone whose reputation precedes them…like me, for instance.  Now, before you get alarmed,” Fate continued, seeing the Maven’s eyes narrow slightly at the implications he was making, “I’m not plannin’ on takin’ advantage of nobody, and I ain’t plannin’ on anyone getting hurt.  ‘Least-ways, if everything goes as planned, no one should get hurt…”  The Cardmaster watched the Maven’s facial reactions, the experienced card shark looking for her tell.  He had to give her credit, she was a harder read than he had expected.  He decided to wrap up his offer quickly.  

Sona was visibly worn out. Playing for such long periods of time was draining on her, but it was always worth it for that rush in the moment. Which is why she didn’t quite have the energy to be surprised at the sight of the infamous gambler. How did he get backstage…? she wondered privately, though she immediately smiled at the foolishness of it. Of course he could get there.

<Well… you sound sincere enough> she smiled kindly. <And I admit to being curious about such things. Why not?> With a small shrug she looked down at the turning ring of cards with slight wonder. Her knowledge of fortune telling was limited at best. Ask her about music, about sound, about instruments in general, or even about the best cakes in Demacia - but things like this were mysterious.

“Well looky here…the High Priestess.  She’s the manifestation of the unconscious, y’know.  She’s often called the ‘Inner Voice’…I’d say that about hits the mark.  Her meaning’s a tricky one to pin down, but she’s known to control the unlimited potential within us to transform and create whatever our will desires.  I sure would like that kind of power.  As it is, I’m just a simple gambler.” Fate explained the card’s meaning, adding his own mild self-deprecation at the end as a means of lightening the mood.

“I’m sure that we’ve all got somethin’ special in us…some more than others, wouldn’t you say Miss Buvelle?  Now, you keep that little card there, and I’ll be seeing you around.”  With a sweeping bow, Fate returned his hat to his head, the brim once again veiling his eyes.  As he made his exit, the Maven witnessed the tarot card slowly float back into her hand, only this time it glowed blue.  She watched as writing seemed to burn itself onto the back of the card.

If you’re feeling lucky, meet me at the Old Vanguard Tavern on Descendants Avenue in an hour.  I’ve got a proposition for you that just might interest you. 

<That’s quite something indeed> she commented when his explanation was through, bringing a hand to her lips in silent contemplation. <And yes, everyone has potential. I truly believe that.> Before a conversation could really be had he was already taking his leave and Sona nodded her goodbyes. The card he left came down to her other hand leaving her only with curious thoughts - until it suddenly changed and a message was revealed.

A proposition…? What sort? she wondered, flipping the card a few times back and forth as if looking for the answers there. Asking The Maven of the Strings to go anywhere casually was asking much of her, especially some simple tavern. Still, she had an hour. Enough time to rest, shower and change. The stage lights were hot. She could think about it for awhile.

Sona was visibly worn out. Playing for such long periods of time was draining on her, but it was always worth it for that rush in the moment. Which is why she didn’t quite have the energy to be surprised at the sight of the infamous gambler. How did he get backstage…? she wondered privately, though she immediately smiled at the foolishness of it. Of course he could get there.

“I wouldn’t dream of hustlin’ a hair off yer pretty lil’ head, ma’am.  I simply came to express my ‘preciation of yer charming performance. I reckon I’ll never hear another like it as long as I live.  But now…” Fate released the deck from his grip, but instead of falling to the floor, the cards hovered where they were, and spread out to encircle the Cardmaster, slowly revolving around him face-down.  

<Well… you sound sincere enough> she smiled kindly. <And I admit to being curious about such things. Why not?> With a small shrug she looked down at the turning ring of cards with slight wonder. Her knowledge of fortune telling was limited at best. Ask her about music, about sound, about instruments in general, or even about the best cakes in Demacia - but things like this were mysterious.

“Well looky here…the High Priestess.  She’s the manifestation of the unconscious, y’know.  She’s often called the ‘Inner Voice’…I’d say that about hits the mark.  Her meaning’s a tricky one to pin down, but she’s known to control the unlimited potential within us to transform and create whatever our will desires.  I sure would like that kind of power.  As it is, I’m just a simple gambler.” Fate explained the card’s meaning, adding his own mild self-deprecation at the end as a means of lightening the mood.

“I’m sure that we’ve all got somethin’ special in us…some more than others, wouldn’t you say Miss Buvelle?  Now, you keep that little card there, and I’ll be seeing you around.”  With a sweeping bow, Fate returned his hat to his head, the brim once again veiling his eyes.  As he made his exit, the Maven witnessed the tarot card slowly float back into her hand, only this time it glowed blue.  She watched as writing seemed to burn itself onto the back of the card.

If you’re feeling lucky, meet me at the Old Vanguard Tavern on Descendants Avenue in an hour.  I’ve got a proposition for you that just might interest you. 

Sona was visibly worn out. Playing for such long periods of time was draining on her, but it was always worth it for that rush in the moment. Which is why she didn’t quite have the energy to be surprised at the sight of the infamous gambler. How did he get backstage…? she wondered privately, though she immediately smiled at the foolishness of it. Of course he could get there.

“I wouldn’t dream of hustlin’ a hair off yer pretty lil’ head, ma’am.  I simply came to express my ‘preciation of yer charming performance. I reckon I’ll never hear another like it as long as I live.  But now…” Fate released the deck from his grip, but instead of falling to the floor, the cards hovered where they were, and spread out to encircle the Cardmaster, slowly revolving around him face-down.  

//LOL SO I DREW THIS

YES YOU DID AND IN URF TOO! SO YUS! VERY PROUD! CX