Dread Forest (roleplay) discussion

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Jeremy was leaning against the wall close to a corner by a window. His lantern sat on the windowsill as he pet the little pygmy owl he held in his hands, watching who came in and out. His attention was caught by a young girl, or so she looked. His eyes followed her curiously as she sat down at an empty table, alone.

Jeremy watched her with curious eyes. He muttered under his breath when she didn't do anything. Everything here was always so boring. It needed action. Jeremy grinned and whispered something down to the owl in his hand. It then flew to the table with the young lady, landed 1 foot away from her and cocked its head cutely up towards her.

The owl cooed and scrunched its neck, moving its head slightly to he petting. It hopped away and flew up to her head, alighting on it gently.
Jeremy grinned and gave a small laugh. He couldn't contain it and his insides were bursting with laughter, waiting for the owl to perform its task.

The owl almost fell to the ground from the speed the girl slid out from under him went. The owl managed to catch adrift in mid-air which flipped then owl around. The owl flew back up to Jeremy looking sad. "Its alright. You didn't fail." He spoke softly eyeing all the tables as they fell, and gently stroking the little owls back. "Shhh." He cooed the owl, but not once looking at it.

Jeremy's face dropped open when she pointed at him. His mouth opened and closed and he looked around then pointed to himself innocently. "Me?" He asked his face looked surprised and confused as he played his part well. "Y-yes?" The owl had flown off by this time and was nowhere to be seen.

Jeremy leaned up against the wall and folded his arms over his chest. "Well I would hardly call it mine." He said in a voice that sounded similar to that of Doctor who. "Why do you ask?" His voice back to his own. He looked around for the sight of the pygmy but it was nowhere to be found. He wasn't scared of her dagger, knowing full well she wouldn't attack him in this place, full of drunk scoundrels that would likely stir up and fight between one another getting her killed. If not, he knew he could take it. Besides, he had done no wrong. His arms still crossed as he leaned against the wall, waiting for his answer.

Jeremy's eyes twinkled mischief as he looked at the girl. "No it probably isn't. Who said I did it?" Although he knew full well he wasn't fooling anyone, and he had no intention too do so.
"Anything as in..?" He asked curiously at her last comment, raising an eyebrow but keeping his position against the wall.

Jeremy shrugged and straightened up so he was no loner leaning, and let his arms fall to his side, his grin gone. "Well you don't need a reason. You want a reason. Second off, I don't go around explaining every little decision I make in my life." He shrugged and as the little owl alighted on the window will near them.

Jeremy chuckled not even minding the dagger. "Go ahead. Put it through me. I heal as fast as I injure." He leaned forward a bit and whispered. "In other words. I. Can't. Die." He said and leaned back up. "Besides I can't make any animal do anything. I don't control them." He grinned and the owl flew away before he caused any trouble, or any trouble came to it.

Jeremy lied. He could die. But he was good with words. And lying. He tried to keep a straight calm face showing that that didn't hurt, but it was started to fade into a pained expression, so he had to speak. He spread his arms to either side and arched his back. "Ta Da!" He exclaimed showing that he showed no signs of pain. He whispered something ad he straightened back up and saw that dagger raised for too come down on him. In a moment there there was a shriek, a bird shriek and the glass window that was beside him shattered as a Peregrine falcon came speeding in. It didn't even need time to look around, as soon as it flew in it snatched the dagger from the girls hand and flew up, perching itself on a beam in the ceiling.

Jeremy watched her with an amused smile. When she landed the smile turned into a mischievous grin. He pushed himself off the wall from where he positioned himself again. He unfurled his crossed arms and let them fall to his side. He walked over to her. "Oh but I did say that." He replied. "And I don't control them." He turned away so his back was towards her, and he was looking out the window a couple yards in front of him. He didn't like to think of the word as 'Control.' The animals took him in and cared for him. They helped him survive, and without the care of the animals, he wouldn't be alive and standing in that room. He didn't have to do much to the animals. It was more rather of a free choice really, their free will as they chose to do so and help him. He didn't have to do much and when he did he hated it, because he knew it was controlling them. But still he hated to think that way. He turned back around and looked at the falcon, then back at the girl. "I can't help it that they like me." He spoke firmly. "More than you." He added with another grin that took place on his lips. He whispered something under his breath and grin. The falcon stabbed its sharp beak into the girls hand and when she exclaimed he flew out of her reach, then once again diving towards the dagger.

Jeremy was just all far too amused by all of this. He could have done better with better animals, or had the falcon do better, but he was just messing around right now. And after all, the falcon was his favorite Animal, Actually more in a sense his favorite bird. The fastest Animal, birds included, to ever live. Faster than a cheetah at its highest speed.
The falcon went swirling into the air and then finally got ahold of itself and perched on a beam in the ceiling. He soon, after Jeremy muttered a couple words, a sly grin on his face, the Falcon flew and perched on the girls shoulder. The falcon cocked its head at Jeremy seeming to ask, Why am I doing this? Jeremy's head hung low and the grin kept to his face. After a moment, Jeremy's arms still too his side, looked up at the Falcon in mock offense. "Who's side are you on?" Jeremy inquired seeming quite offended and acting curious at the same time, though knowing full well the answer.


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()why am I doing this? Was supposed to be the only stuff in italics...sorry.()

Jeremy looked from the bird to the owl and he mad a sort of pitied face at the girl. "I was talking to the falcon. Oh poor wittle baby." He cooed at the girl and chuckled.
The falcon had surveyed no damage because he had not even hit the ground. Instead, Jeremy told it too depart and it flew back the way it came.

((I'm not only paying attention to this thread. I am writing sew here too. You are not the only 'Important' Person here.()

()No no no! Sorry that was meant for someone else in a different thread! O gosh I am so sorry!

Jeremy smiled and rolled his eyes. He leaned forward and did a fast sway, swinging his hips from one side, and then to the other, snapping his fingers, "What. Eva." He spoke and the motions and his voice sounded just like a stuck up rich female rock star. He straightened up and looked at her. "Like I said. Its not called Control. Besides, I told you. They must just like me more than you." He added while popping his hip out to lean, and holding his finger nails up in front of him examining it. He laughed at himself. He thought it stupid the way girls sometimes act and he found it fun to mimic them.

Jeremy grinned and crossed his arms."Exactly. Trying, but failing." He shook his head with the same grin. "Impossible." He muttered playfully. The way they acted. Only they could get it so....right.

Jeremy's eyebrows slowly lifted. "Are you my mom?" He asked. He didn't need to answer to anybody. His eyes drooped as soon as he mentioned the word mom. He never knew his. Or any of his family.

Jeremy chuckled and folded his arms over his chest again, sticking his leg out a little to lean. "There is a difference between Can't, and just Won't." Jeremy gave her a satisfying smile and wiggled his eye brows a little and chuckled again.

Jeremy shrugged. "I just do random things. Miracle why I even answered That question." He leaned back against the wall again crossed his arms. He gestured towards her with his head. "Haven't seen you around before." He spike with the calmest of voices.

Jeremy rolled his eyes. "More questions? It was a simple enough question. Just answer it. There are a ton of people I haven't seen in dread forest, because I don't take the time to memorize everyone. So yes, I was talking about in this Tavern."

Jeremy gave a small laugh. "Honey, looks aren't everything. That argument was invalid. And as far as I can see, so if your face." He grinned still leaning against the wall.

((sorry Aech but this one hasn't been used in a long time so...Barren isn't coming back sadly))

Amora walked around the tavern with her tray while collecting the empty dishes. Wow this really is the life.

Dread sat at one of the tavern tables listening to the conversation and watching everyone looking for his target. Where is he, where is he!

As Amora made her way to the kitchen, her gaze landed on a dark figure. He wore all black and gave off the sense off danger.

This really isn't my day.

She made her way towards him. Just ask him what he wants and then high-tail it to the kitchen...okay you can do this.

Dread noticed a- Amora a voice whispered in his head. Amora? he thought looking at her and watching her maker her way towards him.

((can we roleplay for a little while?))

((Yea sure I have a lot of spare time :) ))

((cool!))

When Amora finally got close to him, she whipped out her pad of paper and a pencil. Play it cool, Amora.
"What can I get you?" She kept her voice steady.

"get lost commoner," growled Dread flashing a dagger beneath the table and looking at Amora through his black mask. "I don't need anything, especially from you Amora,".

Amora straightened her spine. "You will not speak to me like that," she could feel her hands heating up.

"And what will you do about it, commoner," said Dread surprised that she would stand up to him. Dread looked at Amora with fascination and put his dagger away.

She felt the heat die down in her hands and she smirked at him. "I guess you'll never know."

Dread stared at her in sheer surprise and then remembered that he had a job to do. "Have you seen this man?" said Dread looking away and showing her a portrait of a man dressed all in white wearing military medals and flashing expensive jewellery.

Oh crap. "No, who is he?" She sat down in the chair across from him.

Dread saw recognition across her face and looked suspiciously at her. "He's a military general," stated Dread. Dread glanced around and then roughly shoved Amora from her chair into a small room, where he shut the door and locked it.

Amora backed against the wall while scanning the room for a way out. Survive, Amora. Survive.

Dread flashed his cutlass and pressed it against her throat. "I like you , you have an instinct to survive," Dread said taking out the portrait again. "Are you sure you don't know this man?" Dread said knowingly. He pressed the cutlass even closer to her neck.

Selene walked in looking around.She had been wandering about and she decided to go check out the place.

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Amora smiled innocently. "So what if I did? What's he to you?" She lowered her hand to her thigh to unsheathe the small blade.

Dread noticed the movement grabbed her hand pinning it to the wall. "You really need to work on that," Dread smiled.

She laughed. "All part of the plan, honey." Amora let the heat fill up her body.

((Tell me guys when I should cut in and I will k))

Dread felt a wave of heat and he stumbled away from her in shock.
"W-what the!" Dread exclaimed stepping towards the door and staring at her in shock.
I am not trained to deal with this!

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