He sighed. He summoned his dark magic, forcing it under the door, then next to the nurse's ear. One of the particularities of dark magic was it's sound. It wasn't a low vibe, more like a silent plea of agony.
As the meal went on and the mains were complete the waiter came over and simply asked if they wanted the desert menu or a simple hot beverage (coffee, hot chocolate etc) Silver turned to golden asking if she wanted anything extra or just fancied grabbing the bill and relax at her place. ([mention=5920]Feather Fire[/mention] you still in this?)
(( Sorry [MENTION=2751]RobinHood[/MENTION] I was kinda out of internet for a while )) Golden would have shook her head and politely refused another desert or warm beverage, before smiling, "Thank you for this Silver~ I loved it, I wouldn't mind some relaxation though, despite how beautiful this place is~"
(Crim, Snow, is this Rp dead or what?) Seeing it wasn't very effective, he tried to control the doorknob from the inside, unlocking the door in the process. Envoyé de mon XT886 en utilisant Tapatalk
(Until Snow Mark and Nightshade wake up, and everybody else gets caught up, I'm going to write for Hemlock Venomfang, Nightshade's Timber-Wolf companion.) When Nightshade had come home from the restaurant, clearly upset, and smelling like strange magic, Hemlock had not given it much thought. When she went back out, saying something about her missing necklace, he had been unconcerned. However, when she failed to return after several hours, he had gotten worried. The unlocked door had been easy enough to open, and it hadn't taken him long to catch a whiff of the strange magic that he had smelled on Nightshade earlier. The trail led him to a large house at edge at the edge of town, where he soon caught scent of Nightshade. She was inside the house, with the strange-magic-mare and another pony. From the sounds of their voices, it was clear that she was in no danger. Hemlock decided to wait for Nightshade outside. She may not have been in any danger at the moment, but he wanted to be nearby in case that changed.
Within the crack of dawn, the hospital's window was left open to allow the fresh air find it's way into the room that housed the musician that was known around Ponyville as Crimson Lionheart. After entering an induced coma, Crimson's body remained untouched since Light Showers left the room after his operation. Nearby his bed was a simple wooden desk, with a vase of flowers, a glass of paper and a newspaper that seemed to have just come out of production. Crimson's eyes opened slowly as he looked at the world around him, wondering what had happened since he fell unto his deathly state. A quick inspection of himself found multiple scars across his body, with one particular scar in the middle of his chest where the bandit's sword had penetrated him easily dwarfing the others to act as mere cut's. Upon regaining consciousness, a nurse entered the door slowly. Upon finding the red unicorn awake, she gleefully left the room to alert the doctors. Crimson, still half asleep, wondered what had happened on that night and how the newspapers were likely to react. Luckily for him, he had not yet seen the front page...
Saul had given up after a few minutes, the nurse made it clear enough. He was about to collapse in fatigue, when a nurse almost tackled him. She went to a doctor. She had emerged from Crim's room. Saul woke up totally from his half asleep state, trotting to Crim's room. The sight was almost painfully: the red unicorn covered in scars, looking pretty tired. He must've woken up only moments ago. Still, Saul smiled. "Good morning, musician." Envoyé de mon XT886 en utilisant Tapatalk
(I'm considering turning Crim Bisexual or homosexual just for this roleplay. After all, Saul's abit lonely without somepony.) Crimson turned around slowly to see a familiar looking face, the last thing he seen after he fell asleep. He shuffled up the bed slightly and rubbed his eyes to get a better view. Managing to get out a smile, despite it hurting a little bit due to his injuries, he was glad... yet a little confused and dizzy after the medication the doctors put in him. "Mo...Morning..." he managed to stutter out.
(My brain is doing back flips at the mere thought of those two characters shipped together. But, seeing how the Rp's going, might be funny. But, who said I had a crush on you?) Saul sat next to the bed, noticing the newspaper on the bedside table. He didn't cared much about it at first. "You lool like you've been drugged ten times your limit." He looked on the medic record, hanging on the wall. "Or... Simply enough not to feel your wounds. So, i won't ask the obvious, I'm sure it doesn't hurt that much for now. But, i've realised something overnight.We've never been properly introduced. Better later than never, right?" He approached his hoof near Crim's, so he wouldn't have to shift too much to give a hoof shake. "My name is Saul Laski, ex-psychologist at the royal court, and very first sentient m.o.n.s.t.e.r. allowed to live in society."
(I just thought that it might be a funny idea. I'm not exactly sure what to do with Crim yet. Do I keep him straight, or do i explore beyond ?) "Monster?" Crimson replied. "You don't necessarily look like a monster to me, but I can tell that you are hiding something underneath that hat of yours." The unicorn replied. "Don't worry, I don't bite. It's a pleasure to meet you."
(The choice is yours. Either case, it'll be pretty funny.) Saul removed his hat, uncovering his changeling's horn. ''I know i ain't no monster. But, unintentionally, i can't help looking at other ponies like a pregnant mare looks at a stack of hay bacon. To me, you're either food, or a potential enemy. Well, everypony except... You. And i want to know why.'' Saul looked away. ''When i saw you yesterday, lying in that pool of blood, instead of feeding on your emotions like my instincts told me, i tried to save you. It's the first time in my whole entire life that i wish for somepony not to die.'' Saul chuckled sadly. ''Please, make it all stop. Tell me why your energy is calm. Why i would never want to feed on your emotions, why i couldn't stand watching you dying, why you?''
Leaf walked in the hallway, lost in her thoughts. She was dadreaming about the scene she witnessed earlier. She couldn't stop wondering about that strange stallion, running after the emergency doctors, screaming excuses at an half-dead red unicorn. She hazilly walked in a room, only to get in shock at the sight of an half changeling, half pony unicorn, by the red unicorn she saw earlier. She had to sit down, flabergasted, so she wouldn't collapse in the middle of the room. Such a horrible monster, an abnormality, living...? After a few seconds, she stood back up, and swallowed. She still had to do her job; watch over the patient.
Saul heard something, or somepony, falling sit right behind him. He looked over his shoulder, only to meet the frightened look on the nurse's face. And her horns. wait, horns? Saul cleared his throat, looked a Crim, then at the nurse again. His ears dropped slightly. ''I must leave, is that it?''
Crim watched the scene unfold before him. First, he was talking half changling and half pony creature. And now, a nurse with horns growing from her head. He had only been awake for several minutes now, and these were the first things that he seen. He still must be on a high dosage on medication. Yea, that must be it.... (I have a romance themed roleplay idea in my head, likely my first ever attempt at one. Interested ?)
Saul turned to Crimson. ''I'll be waiting in the hallway, if anything...'' (You know what? It's been ages since i last Rped romance. I'm overdue, and need some training: let's just do it.)
I think we can all skip: ill talk to crime privately as to which time we skip. Leaf_green confirmed me he dropped, sadly. Envoyé de mon XT886 en utilisant Tapatalk
(I'd like to see the RP continue. I was enjoying the challenge of writing something other than fighting and violence.)
(effectively, having another, different style of Rp was nice. It could still be, if we'd skip. Coming to think of it, it's already daytime for me and Crim. You wouldn't be even skipping; just waking up in time.)
