Saved, yet again, by Zombies...
10 . 03 . 14
10 . 03 . 14
WILL THIS EVER BE UPDATED AGAIN?
Last update Rossamund was still dead ffs.
The first time.
Fuuuuck.
Little self-reminder/MOTIVATION to at least go and try to archive as many RPs as possible before Skype deletes them so I can actually remember what happened when I do get around to it.
STILL LOVE YOU, CRAZYBITCH. I'M SORRY.
least you get a bio tho
Doing everything in her power to keep her presence in the Forest lightly-felt and difficult to trace, but inevitably brought out of her seclusion on a few noteworthy occasions.
Reunited with Castallion when she first caught scent of the buck, glad to see he was in as great as shape as ever (and just as colorful in personality as appearance). Tended as much to Rossamund as she could, finding the boy needed counseling through an admittedly difficult chapter of his time in the forest. Tried to work with him on fighting in his ghost form and encountered a hostile June during one their sessions. Spoke with the Rabbit and attempted to diffuse a little of the ire she understandably felt for both of them, succeeding on a few small points she felt. Vowed to take advantage of what communication had been established to try to follow through on it in the future, and from that could only strongly advise Rossamund on how to handle interactions if he valued having a chance of a relationship with his "sister." (It seemed he had been stalking a few of her friends. No idea where he learned that kind of behavior...)
More than the "physical" however, being relegated to this form had the Myling contending with heavily emotional turmoil. Did her best to offer her support where she could through these dark times, not minding when he came to visit her and Indi although made it clear after an encounter with Rohit that he understood both children were to be protected at all costs. Didn't feel she had to say more than that, and Rossamund appeared uplifted by her mentioning that she considered him like family. Less enthused about received the title of Aunt, but it was neither the place nor time.
Speaking of confusing familial ties, had been making gradual progress in her relationship with Indi's son, still finding it imperative to get him on accepting terms with her before approaching Abhiri. Starting to consider it wise that Rohit learn to spar, as he's a quiet, serious little thing with a lot of pent-up energy, and she frankly thinks he could use the outlet. He'd (unfortunately) seen his first fight not too long ago, despite her and Indi's attempts to keep him out of it knows he saw far more than he should have. Attempted to egg him on a few times on a lazy evening at the Playground, under Indi's approval of course, and probably only succeeded in cementing her Weirdo image. Though was able to deadpan though her joy in causing him some adorable frustration in the process of trying to get him to wrestle.
Ended up laying off him finally, and he'd retreat back to his mother on the boulders glaring at her as if she was the single greatest source of evil on this planet. Joked with Indi a few times about how much he seemed to take after his mother and just kind of gets this look back that made her question if the Sangai also noticed a certain
other resemblance the children bore... maybe JM wasn't going crazy after all.
One of the most significant recent occurrences to memory was no doubt Rossamund's safe and eventual return to life, after a long and frustrating journey. Saw to it that he was fed and accompanied for the first few days of his recovery, incidentally using up each of the rabbits she had asked him to kill just days prior, when food hadn't been of interest to him but was to her for a project. Didn't find out how it had happened, not finding the timing right then and also not having seen much of the Myling since that week, though hearing whispers here and there of some of his exploits, for better or for worse.
Caught Rohit and Abhiri out running around one night without Indi's usual constant supervision and got just close enough to keep an eye on them without alerting them to her presence. Indi showed up in no time, so she relaxed and fell into her own thoughts as the family played. Completely caught off guard when the trio came and took Red Hill by storm in a confusing game of
Zombies, no doubt initiated by Rohit, and ended up getting involved in it whether she wanted to or not. Somehow had been promoted from "Evil Zombie" to "Zombie Hunter" in the little guy's eyes, which while it sounded like an improvement at the time, Jokerman quickly realized still made her the antagonist in the little game. Though she fought back, was quickly outnumbered, mobbed, and infected to his seeming delight before Abhiri tired out. Rohit still looked at her like she was nuts when she rubbed the trees afterward, in an attempt to get him to play a little more. Would have to try more drastic measures later, but for the time just took it in stride and settled near the group tentatively. Heart all but seized when the smallest of the trio wandered over and ended climbing onto her back and falling asleep there. A whole myriad of fears put to rest by seeming to get Abhiri's stamp of approval and Rohit's growing tolerance. Didn't say anything to Indi at the time but knows it meant as much to her, too.
Her time and visits with Indi had been occupying the majority of her mind in one way or another, either working during the day on small schemes and building contacts with deer relevant to those schemes, visiting the family in the evening or stealing moments alone with Indi during the night. Hadn't been sticking her nose into much else that was arguably not her business, at least not in any obvious way. And while things were definitely much improved from where they started, the last thing she wanted was to any way encroach on the Topaz's time with her recently reunited family, or to be perceived by an intruding force by either of them. Found Indi by the flower patch near the river alone tonight and gladly took the opportunity to spend some time with the mother.
It wasn't too long before they were being watched. Waited to see if the other (Indigo) would approach on his own, but aware that her own companion was a little less comfortable with the bird's approach (Player assumes Indi felt tacky being caught wearing the same name so embarrassing) and went to deal with it head-on, as was the Sangai's way. Watched this as well though eventually interfered just to make it clear to the newcomer they weren't going to be chasing him, giving him the chance to come closer if he wanted. Could remember every one of her run-ins with Morioch since returning to the Forest and they were intentionally few and far between, but had seen enough of his small bird companion to make a few conclusions about his presence. Knew it was likely that nothing more than simple curiosity that had spurred the visit, though there was a few other possibilities too.
With this thought, plopped herself on the ground, intending to see how the rest would play out. Laid her head on her forelegs and watched with half-lidded interest as she waited for him to either come closer or Morioch to show up, standing enthusiastically when the older male came by. Took the opportunity to observe his behavior and appearance, nothing more than a sniff to his small companion which caused a small stir of amusement in the Kudu as he took off again. Watched the littler one leave, regretting that she hadn't been able to exchange greetings but time enough for that later. Maybe. Whatever it was, it was still better than Xetkal, and she resumed her earlier stance that there was no need for her to get involved.
Aware as they settled back down that Indi was still tense. Assumed her own omniscient Jokerman way what it was about without even asking, leaned close and quietly launched into the best reassurances and promises she could give her friend. Was cut off with Indi's words of knowing, and complete trust in her, and that was enough. In a moment of intimacy responded with the only thing better than that that she could think of which brought the doe pressing closer, things instantly seeming a lot simpler and a lot more complicated in that action. Shut out the world and lingered in each other's companies for as long as possible before Indi had to return to the kids.
Left as well, figuring the twilight hours would be the best time to do this. Despite Rossamund having promised to replenish the rabbit supply, had taken it upon herself to kill, cure, and preserve a variety of small vermin carcasses over the weeks following his return. Gathered them now and went off to the Birch to speak to a contact she'd made there, wanting to pursue a little whim.
It's good to see you both.
...We'll have to do something about that maternally-instilled sense of virtue.
Keeping close at Indi's family's heels should the need for aid ever surface; apart from that, busying herself with other things.
Many visits from Rossamund, to her relief. The Myling was doing a good job of checking in and putting her mind at ease. Watching his appearance shift from avian to vulpine to, at times, something like his original form. Which is at once heart-rendingly gratifying and more than a little bit amusing when he couldn't seem to perfect the hue.
Helped him work on his coloration this afternoon, the process being long and consisting of much trial and error and doubtless lots of effort from the Ghost. Eventually he got it right and their efforts were rewarded. Definitely didn't fall into the pond at any point. Settled into a mood for a moment and took note of the little Ghost sneaking off. Equally curious of where he was going as she was what he would do off on his own, and opted to explore the latter today. Feigned slumber and waited. The thought process being "He can't get hurt... right?"
Wrong. The Myling came back a short while later and settled back next to her. Could sense something was off and kept her mouth shut, just eyed him thoughtfully. At last he started spilling. Questioned him on it a little bit about his participation in a fight, as much interested in his ability to be hurt as the source of his injury. It seemed to be another hallmark of him gaining aptitude in this form.
Joined by Ciel and Neela as well, greeted the pair somewhat briskly as Neela was being adorable and shy and what was Jo supposed to do with [i]that? Felt bad; she really needed to work on how she approach fawns, little girls in particular, but that thought was intermingled with the one that most kids start crying when she looks at them, and more lately have thought that she was going to eat their brains. Didn't want to do that to Ciel's family, and entertained other ideas, all of which consisted of staying seated for now.
Resumed talking with Rossamund, though noted his change in behavior with the pair's arrival. Found out about... something. Unsure. Ushered him a bit closer to Neela, perplexed at both their behaviors when she found out they were supposed to be friends. Also barked out some orders for any future 'incidents' with protecting others. Trying to work with him as it was evident the buck's code of honor was a part of him, and there was no use trying to pretend it couldn't get him hurt anymore.[/i]
...He has my ears.
Visited the Sangai's homeworld in projected vessels and succeeded in establishing her children's souls' connections with the Forest. Concluded the long and arduous 'adventure' and returned to the Forest approximately a month ago, where they immediately set about trying to find the youths, both unsure and nervous that it hadn't worked out after all, or knowing if they would be able to recognize either fawn. Eventually mother and children were happily reunited, though it was clear it would take time and effort for things to settle down. Understanding of this, backed off immediately so as not to make the transition any rougher, even though falling back into old habits of withdrawing was the last thing she wanted right now.
Has busied herself with relearning the Forest. The first order of business being to touch bases with Henna. Accepted her sister's scolding for her lengthy absence (with no way of contacting) and insisted on learning of recent news. All worse fears seemingly came to light. Heartbroken to hear of Rossamund's passing, all the anger she felt directed purely at herself and even saddened that she had put Henna in this place. Made a sort of peace with it a few weeks later, however. Found a way to keep in touch with the boy's spirit and has not given up on finding a proper conclusion to these events. Treasures his attempts to make contact with her and does everything she can to increase the frequency of his visits.
A few other small visits here and there with others. Sat with Ciel at one point and was grateful as ever for his presence in her life, however little their paths may cross. But for the most part, drifted through the Forest like a ghost. Embracing the solitude and spending much time seemingly wrapped up in her thoughts near the riverbed, hardly moving to acknowledge the glances from certain passers-by; wisened up to a few less-friendly individuals in this way, though hasn't acted on it yet. Uncertain if she will. Also been crashing at the Topaz's home when she wasn't there, for a change of scenery. Sentimental like that. Found by Israel one afternoon in her favorite spot, and filled in on his recent travels. Unsure of how to receive the buck now that he's older, and treading carefully but firmly. Intends to learn more about him in light of Indi's relationship with her adopted son.
Rarely sees the Sangai after helping her to reunite with Rohit and Abhiri. Missing Indi like crazy after the events of the past months, which was expected and only natural. Using the time wisely, making preparations. Beginning to take small steps towards encountering the trio and familiarizing them with her presence, particularly Rohit, who already has a negative impression of her. Reassured by Indi that the boy has always been the cautious type. More endeared than anything with being able to see so much of his mother in the fawn. Happy to have them all here, and Indi so obviously happy.
Thoughts and perceptions challenged, even more than she thought they would be, by the two perplexing, spirited little creatures now in both their lives. Trying to do her best to give the newly-reunited family time to adjust, but acutely aware of certain aspects that are incredibly familiar. Keeping these thoughts to herself for the time being as she really isn't sure what it all means, though muses on it a lot in her spare time. Already charmed by and devoted to the fawns in mind, it seems.
YAY JM~!
THANK YOU ALL!!
-tracks- ;o;
Ugh ♥ SORRY for the
SORRY for the short interaction (although it was IC), didn't realize this was you at first and I'm tired. xD Jo just very much wanted Neath to not be distracted from, um... stuff... >>
Haha, that's completely
aslsa the update
The petite feathered doe
(Fff was gonna post an
:) It's greatly appreciated. Late response so I wrote a ton; don't feel obligated to reply, but thank you for sending the bit of interaction our way.)Jokerman didn't know Herla, either, but Eraline had, and since her death the red doe had taken note of the petite black doe, and the young stag who often accompanied her, who wore her daughter's old necklace in his antlers. She'd watched them a lot since her return, never seeming to be noticed and never going out of her way to be--so in a way, she knew them as well as she knew most anyone else in the forest these days, and they knew her just as well. It had surprised her when Herla approached, and it was only when she gazed upon the feathered doe and regarded her feverishly, that memories and emotions quickly overwhelmed her deprived senses. Jokerman is unused to it and instinctively backs away from Herla. This harmless black doe poses a threat to her, although surely she doesn't know it. Surely she must look insane, and when Jokerman refuses to give in to the voices telling her to panic, and instead steadies her footing and bows, it is with effort, her eyes wide beneath the skull, two flickering amber points that regard the beautiful little doe and then look away.
The closer Herla gets, the more difficult it is to avoid thinking about their connection. Would they have been friends, if things had not turned out just the way they turned out? Family? Jokerman feels like she should know this. A bright emptiness pervades her mind, like the glare from a sun; blank pages from a story she'd rather not read. She couldn't accept this offer dwell, to linger.
"I can't. But I wish that I could," she apologizes with heartfelt regret. Herla's sincerity is never doubted, the graciousness behind this kind gesture is not lost. But sitting together in quiet contemplation, forging bonds over the memory of Eraline, presents a perverse reality that Jokerman really can't believe in.
(Aww, poor Jokerman! And no
Feathers fall back in sadness as the other doe rises and leaves at her approach. Her regrets expressed clearly enough, Herla none the less feels remorse for disturbing the other’s peace, though truthfully there hadn’t seemed to be much peace going on there, but instead a tumult of conflict. So she watched the other doe leave with a heavy heart before returning to the spot she’d been laying in before.
ohai. imma leave dis heer,
imma leave dis heer, k?
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She ponders this for some time. That's a good question... When she's convinced the answer can't be pried from her memories of that darkened day, she does the best she can to satisfy the other doe. "Probably so. I... was not entirely in my head at the time," she sighs. "But I often find the place swept clean and his scent left behind. He stayed the longest, and he visits her often, though somehow we never run into each other. I don't see him much at all, really, but I find traces. I catch him in the distance sometimes." He was an elusive one, it seemed, but then again she never really tried too hard to keep him in sight. Peering towards the first forest and its distant pines, Phai continues. "I know a deer or two who could probably point you in the right direction if you wanted to seek him out, though." Unfortunately it was the most she could offer, but at least the buck might have a more definite answer, should Jo want it.
SHL - ♥ Ivi -
Ivi -
"Anything you can," Jokerman says cautiously at first, her eyes following Phaios's gaze beyond the birch for only a moment before retracing their path back to her face. Then another emotion wins out, and she hesitates for only a split second before standing and approaching this former protector and friend of Eraline with surprising sureness. She flattens her ears and lowers her head to press it firmly but gently against Phaio's shoulder, as much a gesture of comfort as it was of gratitude, and when she pulls away for once doesn't try to control the sorrow in her voice or the desperation in her eyes as she sinks to the ground in front of her.
"Please, tell me so I can finally know."
(M you rock, PS in this post i assumed phaios stays still until jokerman moves, but if you want me to change things to allow for a reaction msn me and i'll edit it
*godmodes*)
[lol, for a while I was like
She blinks as Jo approaches, eyes torn away from where she'd been gazing. She watches silently, curious about the motion but fearing no malevolence from the red doe. A wry smile tugs at one side of her lips as she touches the side of her muzzle lightly to JM's shoulder in return. She'd almost begun to wonder how Jo could stand not to slip a little, with so much of this apparently being new to her. A deer at heart, after all.
"I don't know the family well, but if you are polite when you approach I'm sure it'll be fine. There's a very large flat-faced stag, and Herla's much smaller. They're both mostly black." Again she peers towards the pine-laden woods. "I've found them most often in a little patch of flowers surrounded by smaller trees, near the giant tree that hums. I think they all knew her, at least a little, so her name ought to be enough reason for you to be there." Her eyes return to the bone-masked deer in front of her. "Not that you'll probably need proof of an excuse, but big deer make me nervous," she confesses. Phai looks a little worried as she realizes how poorly worded that is, but she hopes she's gotten the point across at least.
(xD Realized after I posted
Congrats on passing your class, btw! I was so happy for you when JD told me)
Jokerman listens carefully to Phai's description of the couple, expressing no signs of having any dealings with these two in the past, only remaining respectfully attentive. She could've expected Phaios to point her back to the black doe, and perhaps she did--after all, she'd only been back home for a short while and already she'd made note of her apparent connection with the black and white stag who apparently cared so much for Eraline. She nods at Phaios's suggestions, internally grateful for the thoughtful doe. Looking in the direction she indicates, but at Phai's final comment, curious eyes flicker back to study her features. Though the shadows cast by Jokerman's mask mostly obscure her face, the fleeting smile is audible in her voice.
"The more you sweat in practice, the less you bleed in war," she offers flatly, convinced of the wisdom of the saying but somehow sounding impartial anyway. It's a wise deer that knows her own strengths, and intelligence is surely one of Phaios's. Jo values something else, but the sentiment is the same. Blind bravery is simple foolishness, and she's grateful for the reminder. She asks nothing more of the kind female, but before she can leave there is something else she has to say to her; Jo owes it to her to, and perhaps can use the "distraction". Her voice takes on a lower pitch and she falters for even longer than when she embraced Phai. "Your daughter... the other night. You have no obligation to breathe a word of it to me. Just know, and please let her know, that as long as I am here, in any way I can, you both have a resource in me." A throwback to an older time, when Jo would be a safe place to anyone in need of it. "Henna too, I'm positive. No questions asked. I know how hard it can be, Phaios."
[No, I didn't fall off the
"Mm... I've had my fill of war, but that's true enough," she smiles. The doe grows silent as Jo goes on, though, ears pricked forward and a pained look upon her face.
"I thought you two might have intervened, when Henna brought Ramsus back... I told him you might before he ran off." Her eyes are downcast, studying the grasses of the birch's floor. "All the words I could breathe would not be enough. I never expected..." she trails, unable to find the words anyhow. Two guardians, unexpected and unsolicited, dropped from above when she needed them most. Like fate had called them.
"Thank you." Gold-tinted eyes return to the other deer's face, blinking back mist. "I've lost many I once called 'mine.' I don't want it to happen again."
Mini fawn trackness
We're curious.
Beautiful CSS, and a very
Thank you everyone for
/Characters with no lives!
Thank you so much, Normand. ♥ I don't know if you've caught the RP above, but this crazy bitch is probably going to pay Ciel a visit some time when I'm a little less busy. I hope that's alright!
(Also not sure if this is supposed to be a secret account >> eep. let me know if it is and I'll edit this comment.)
I've caught the RP now, lol.
That's fine! Something to
I owe this a belated track.
Quick track, by my
taboo had fun staring at
LOL. Probably... I'm bad when
:Pnah its okay. and rofl, sure
Track c:
Track!
Hello. -track-
track~ c:
Thank you all!!
/trackalack.
Teffyyy.
(No subject)
...LMAO
I hope that Neil didn't
JM, as a rule, always looks
Oh yes she did look alittle
stunning bio. :'3 dae
dae appreciated the help with chasing haakon off; thanks!
& tracking <3
It wasn't her usual spot, but
Calvert and Silverfang-
Ivi (oops sorry noticed this late x_x)-
The kudu turns her head to the smaller doe, her gaze surprisingly present for someone who had bolted awake when she became away of another's presence. Something in the red deer's voice seemed too tired to be truly put out by the company; Jokerman gently shakes her head at Phaios's thoughtful apology. She'd remembered the orange buck from the scene of the birth, anyway.
"Congratulations," she tells the new grandmother when that connection is made, remembering herself and finally making eye contact to show her sincerity, and also check in on the other's health.
It's okay, I've been dragged
Congratulations? What... "Ah... Thank you. We were glad to see you and Henna there," she answers, looking back at Jokerman. Their ever-present kindness always pleasantly surprised her. "How have you been doing? I haven't seen much of you lately."
Wtf are you typing this on
(says the person typing this at her gf's work)
That calm gaze lingers a moment on the features of the brown deer before JM respectfully lowers it back to the ground, eying thoughtfully the striated shadows beneath the grass. Her wish was genuine and Jo knew Phaios's attempts at civil small talk were just as heartfelt, and a rare form of interaction to boot. The masked kudu gives a thoughtful pause as she tries to navigate her way through the potential minefield of a conversation without steering it into even awkwarder territory.
"Better. Last night was a treat for me as well." Dark brown eyes dart at the other before JM quickly forces a smile. "And you...? Better too, right?"
lmao, I was, yes. Home
"Good." To be honest, she worried about Jokerman, whenever she caught the other deer around Eraline's grave. "It depends on the day," the doe sighs. "I've had a lot on my mind... But I've been generally well, yes." Her attention turns to the stars with a faint smile of her own. "The darkness has been an interesting change of pace. This Forest is strange, sometimes... You should have seen the squirrel that was running about yesterday. I swear it was as big as Ramsus." One day such things wouldn't surprise her any more. One day. Maybe.
Jo nods her head in
Not wanting to leave the words to be given any more thought than they deserved, she sighs lightly. "You enjoy it, then? The dark..."
Phaios gives Jo an odd look,
"Night... is a time for peace and for the Siblings' song, for the Beasts to wander. I'm not the wraith I once was, but behind darkness' cover it almost can be," she muses aloud, looking distant. "It whispers of home and lost memory. And it makes the day that much brighter, when it comes."
JM gives another slight smile
Her attention returns to her company as Phaios muses about the darkness. Having such a different definition, the darker doe angles her head down and listens, frowning although the other painted the loveliest of pictures. "That's half the problem." She thinks of their run-in with the Wolf a few days earlier, and other things. Jokerman knew darkness did not cease violence; it only made it more difficult to identify. "Darkness is death for those who, like mice and voles, believe evil can be quelled at night. It lures the innocent off their guard, into the jaws of the dangerous, who in night's veil are at their most deadly. When the Beasts wander, the forest really knows no such thing as peace."
The laugh is softer, this
Warming up to the doe's
(fail. should've known i
Phaios tenses visibly for a