Come One, Come All! [Open RP]
Feb 11, 2015 18:04:38 GMT
Post by eirloo on Feb 11, 2015 18:04:38 GMT
This is an Open RP!!
Please feel free to post a response!! I want to have some ideas for art heh
I'm not particularly familiar with forum posts so I hope I'm doing this right aaa o|-<
After this post im going to be doing a semi-paragraph in length or so in response because I don't want to bombard anyone with walls of text wheeze s
I'll also put this up on dA too because idk if everyone is on here ;;;
Oh! I think it'd be helpful on this thread to use the:
OC: Response [addressee or person your post corresponds to],
how anipii has listed on their thread !
(help idk what I'm doing, bless you for making that post)
Setting:
The streets of a shopping district, illuminated and bustling with droves of people, centered within the heart of Song-Lu.
Time of Day:
Mid-Afternoon
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The streets gradually pooled with people itching to obtain a better view of the spectacle before them. The cheers, boisterous and vibrant, oozing with life, could be heard twelve carts down a faith of merchants bargaining their wares with civilians and passersby. The cluster seemed to have grown large enough until they, too, ceased their activities to investigate just what, or who, had riled the crowd to such an extent.
The theatrics were enough to deter the unrest which continues to swell steadily amongst the people of Song-Lu, well, for the moment anyway. Politics, as well as talks of a foreboding war and crumbling peace had a tendency to do that. The death of not one, but two, prominent figureheads in succession of one another plagued the gaiety and delusion of the Songluan people and its sightseers. It also threatened business, which was of more importance to the woman on the podium before her audience.
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Please feel free to post a response!! I want to have some ideas for art heh
I'm not particularly familiar with forum posts so I hope I'm doing this right aaa o|-<
After this post im going to be doing a semi-paragraph in length or so in response because I don't want to bombard anyone with walls of text wheeze s
I'll also put this up on dA too because idk if everyone is on here ;;;
Oh! I think it'd be helpful on this thread to use the:
OC: Response [addressee or person your post corresponds to],
how anipii has listed on their thread !
(help idk what I'm doing, bless you for making that post)
Setting:
The streets of a shopping district, illuminated and bustling with droves of people, centered within the heart of Song-Lu.
Time of Day:
Mid-Afternoon
...
The streets gradually pooled with people itching to obtain a better view of the spectacle before them. The cheers, boisterous and vibrant, oozing with life, could be heard twelve carts down a faith of merchants bargaining their wares with civilians and passersby. The cluster seemed to have grown large enough until they, too, ceased their activities to investigate just what, or who, had riled the crowd to such an extent.
The theatrics were enough to deter the unrest which continues to swell steadily amongst the people of Song-Lu, well, for the moment anyway. Politics, as well as talks of a foreboding war and crumbling peace had a tendency to do that. The death of not one, but two, prominent figureheads in succession of one another plagued the gaiety and delusion of the Songluan people and its sightseers. It also threatened business, which was of more importance to the woman on the podium before her audience.
...
Lorna: It was with sleight of hand, the swift flick of her slim wrists and nimble fingers that conjured the alluring imagery as well as the exuberance of the crowd – which was of a meager two, maybe three guests at most an hour or so ago, by her count. Lorna had managed to artfully recreate intangible sceneries and beasts from a collection of tomes she'd read a few nights passing. The various animals and plants, the sights and smells, the numerous regions within Alva and their details all strikingly - almost eerily - similar to their counterparts, the imitation capturing their splendor "to a T". Lorna was sure she had outdone herself, what with finally having grasped the art of auditory and olfactory illusion, even she had a hard time distinguishing their likeness to the real thing. 'Magic: craft for some, coin for me', she thought to herself, grin as coy as her conscious.
The throng of onlookers and spectators of varying ages increased drastically as the act progressed and she was far from discontent, her mischievous gaze could attest to this. Lorna loved it, encouraged it even. She had been in a rut for several months now and she surely was going to indulge in this exposure to its end. “...Now!" she called out, her creations having stilled, ceasing all activity, both scenery and beasts receding into opaque vapors as she continued to speak which returned the venue to its usual state. "Who would be so bold as to volunteer themself for my next act? What of you, sir! Madam?” she inquired to her crowd, words rolling off her tongue as she imposed upon her captivated audience.