*noms*

hmmm is tempted

Would you mind human with Sinker?

ok



Sheba loved visiting old ruins but this one had a bit of a hauting feel to it. She sighed as she climbed on the ledges.It is beautiful here she whispered.

Sheba sensed she was not alone here in the ruins. Hello she called out?

Where and who are you? she asked a small chill going up her spine.

Can I RP Sinker with my character Meila?

I asked first she replied politely.

The basement she questioned can you direct me to were you are?

They can be seperate.

Shivering, Meila huddled beneath a ledge in the Ruins. "Everything's soaking wet." He complained under his breath. Deciding to look further for a drier place, he stepped towards the pit.
? Meila stopped. The pit he was looking to lay in was all too different than he'd remembered. He visited the Ruins on a daily basis and yet here was this bizarre opening in the ground. Did some other deer do this? he thought, and poked his head inside.

Shenkkazoo: While it is dark inside the pit, your eyes are good enough that you can see to the base of the crumbling staircase. Something has caused the rubble to collapse into what could only have been the basement of the church. The damp has not yet crept far into the lower levels and the air feels quite dry, besides the faintly unpleasant scents of rotting timber and another, muskier, older smell.

Faunet: "Heh, if you say so."

Both: (The description of the basement is the same in both instances, so feel free to build off of that, or simply have your character 'look around' and I'll describe in more detail )

(lol right-o)

Sheba looks around but can barely see a thing are you still there

Deciding that it was warmer and much drier inside the pit, Miela started down the stairs. "...Anyone here?" he called out as he reached the bottom of the ruined staircase.

"Um... Jergens." he reluctantly took her and and gave it a light shake, adding a positively charming smear of grime onto her glove. He didn't comment on this though, hoping she wouldn't notice. "Yeah, I tend to be in my own little world round' boring places like this, y'know?" he ran a hand through his short, curly red hair. "I'm really only here just till the rain lets up..." he added for good measure.

Sheba chuckled thats what society calls manners but you dont have to I could make up a name for you

(It's all good :3)

Jergens had to suppress a little twitch that question. Yes, it WAS boring, it was boring because he couldn't read. Staring at a book with what appeared to be nothing more than meaningless squiggles was not his idea of a fun time. Still, he could brush it off, no biggie. "I just never really got into it to be honest..." he said awkwardly. He never really liked talking to women, call him sexist but they just weirded him out. The sooner he got out of this, the better

Shadow stalker perhaps or Voice

(hehe thanks Mystress, this is enough of a hand-full for tonight at least. The first meeting sounds fun! But I'll have to brush up on my poetry lol.)

(Just a note for everyone, I'll be leaving in half an hour or so, I have some things I need to do before bed. Feel free to respond after I'm gone, I'll come on and check tomorrow. )

GingerNut: "Oh.." She seemed a bit sad, to hear someone didn't like to read, all the adventures they were missing out on. Maybe it's a boy thing, she thought to herself, they aren't always that bright and just want something to sink their teeth into, like 'Treasure Island' maybe...that gave her an idea. How many books have you tried? Maybe you just got a bad one, I'll admit I've gotten a few that were no good at all and almost put me off, at least in the beginning." While she chatted, Lynnett walked over to the desk where she'd been sitting and plunked down her collection of books. Completely disregarding, though if only because of her enthusiasm, what Jergens had said, shuffled through the stack in look of something more suitable for a man of his caliber. "If you don't read, what do you do for recreation? Surely you have hobbies?"

Shenkkazoo: Other than being quite dusty, and the odd tangy smell of sour alcoholic seeping from some old broken casks, it wasn't all that unpleasant down in the basement. The rain was helping freshen the air, a light breeze moving through and stirring the dust. It was curious how such a large place could have remained undiscovered for so long. Amazingly, as Meila drifted closer to sleep, he could hear what sounded like muttering, almost like a child in the throws of a dream. The voice seemed to be coming from deeper inside the basement, from the far back corner behind the wine casks.

Faunet: The voice made a disdainful snort. "Well I guess that will have to do then, take your pick, doesn't matter to me. Though 'The Voice' is more accurate, if a bit melodramatic."

Faunet: "I suppose that is acceptable."

Hobbies. Hmm... Jergens mulled it over a bit. Did stealing count as a hobby? Probably, but not good for social interactions. He decided to just wing it. "Taking walks and stuff, mainly." well, at least he didn't lie. He saw that the young woman was leafing through her book collection, obviously trying to find something for him. Great. "And it's not like I got a 'bad' one perse... It's more like... well..." he faltered a bit. Like what? He had never read a book in his life let alone learned how to.

As long as one is willing I see no harm she said as she sits on a rock

Well then their wouldnt be a conversation going at all you can't force things on others

(Alright guys, I'm off for this evening! I'll be back to check responses sometime tomorrow if you are keen on continuing. I'm having such a fun time with this, it's been ages since I've RPed.)

Faunet: "So it is, so it is..." There is a slight pause, as though the voice is thinking something over in his head, should he even have one. Finally he speaks, his voice still easy but with a more serious undertone. "So you are human then. Unless you simply look like one and are something else?"

GingerNut: Lynnett's look of confusion turned instantly to one of intense embarrassment. "Oh..oh my goodness. I'm so sorry!" Her face flushed quite red. "I..it did not even cross my mind. I am truly sorry." She looked at the book for a long time before settling it back on the pile beside her. "I can't imagine not being able to read..." She muttered this more to herself than anyone, but looked back up at Jergens. "You see I'm not allowed to do much other than read, and even then there are some books my mother would turn blue in the face if she knew I'd gotten my hands on. 'Uncivilized literature' she calls it." She eventually stopped rambling because she frankly didn't know what else to say. She felt horrible for the poor fellow who she'd embarrassed. She wondered if she should offer to buy him some lunch, or if that would be even more rude of her.

Oh great, now he had made her upset. "You don't need to be sorry, ain't really all that big of a deal to me anymore." (Now on the other hand, if you were an attractive man I'd say otherwise). He folded his arms on the desk and listened as she went on in her ramblings. When she had finished he said, "Wow man, yer mom sounds like a complete prick." Not exactly the most 'proper' vocabulary, but he really couldn't think of anything else to say regarding it. "I don't really live anywhere, but I can relate a bit." he thought about his own mother for a second and shrugged it off. The less said about her, the better.