 06:58:04 Myth/Crowley/Grinch 06:44:58 Crowley| You entered 85 horses into reg. shows for 79800. |
06:41:57 Rapcoon | Jester wilf
lol
bought a 100 stall barn and now he's yelling at me :(
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06:41:48 Wolf Burger (Leg) Oh this will be fun.
"Breed a double Premium Tobiano foal." and "Breed a triple Premium Rabicano, Sabino, and Splash White foal" I can knock those both out at once hopefully lol |
06:40:58 Wolf Burger (Leg) 06:40:10 | Little cutie I just picked up -HEE Click- |
06:40:05 Rapcoon | Jester | why not? My idiot does pretty good xD |
06:39:25 Wolf Burger (Leg) 06:39:00 Rapcoon | Jester 06:38:32 Wolf Burger (Leg) KPH
lol I haven't been entering lol I've been hurt lol |
06:38:09 Wolf Burger (Leg)| The Dun horse finally came into the store!!!!! |
06:37:58 Rapcoon | Jester wilf
lmaoo even my explore horses have to show xD |
06:37:38 Rapcoon | Jester 06:36:49 Wolf Burger (Leg)| Also it's not either of your jobs xD It's my show horses jobs and they are failing lol |
06:36:34 Wolf Burger (Leg) 06:36:19 Rapcoon | Jester ... ma'am WHAT?
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06:35:39 Rapcoon | Jester hehe she looks like a firetruck :3
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Libobon Academy Roleplay Welcome! For those who are starting as students, please start at manifesting school, I should have schedules for characters ready on the discussion soon (it might take awhile). Rules: If you do not follow the rules, you will be kicked from the Rp. If you are unsure about the Rules PM me. 1. No God modding 2. Keep to 1-3 characters 3. If roleplaying intimate scenes please skip before anything gets serious 4. Killing is allowed, Please PM me when killing off a NPC for permission, if you are going to kill someone's character, PM them for permission. 5. Please try and welcome newer characters or characters who approach. 6. Hate the character not the player. 7. Please try and follow the storyline, this is not a open chat room for dragon lovers. 8. If starting a fight, PM the person your starting a fight with for permission. 9. Not to dramatic, if your making Drama let it have a bit of time before you start more drama 10. You can use Cuss words! Just keep them directed away from players (you can aim them at NPCs if you wish) - Free free to start! |
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'General Simara' Adder Simara -x- Adder hiked up familiar carved stairs, they were polished marble. Adder stopped and inspected the sparkling floor again, it was so clean she could see her own reflection. Addy turned and yelled down the empty corridor, "who did this?" Adder always knew people were trailing her, even if they were trying to conceal it, her guards, servants and messengers never stopped following her, she couldn't have a single conversation with somebody without one of her 'followers' knowing. It was deeply annoying. "Well?" She said expectingly, right then a servant decided to peek around at her, his young face nervous. "U-uh, General Simara... it was.. L-Leo P-pardi" Adder raised her eyebrows at the boys stutter, "well, send him my thanks. Before you go, Do you have problems, boy?" She said, frowning at him, the words were far from motherly and gentle, but rather judgmental and rude. The boy nodded, before bowing, turning to deliver his message. Adder shook her head in disbelief and continued on her path, although she could just teleport to where she wanted to go, she didn't. She wanted to have a stroll around the path, she wanted to see how the first years were faring with the fact that they were coming to be second years in three days. The 18 year olds in manifesting school were coming close to graduation, if not changed by then, they would be ruled as mindless. All of the changed of this year would be joining as first years, meaning for the generals and their lieutenants lots of planning and work. Much more mouths to feed, clothing to be provided and staff to be payed. Adder strolled a little further down the hall and decided, like this there was no way she was getting anywhere. How did people manage transportation these days? Constantly walking around till you found the place you wanted to be? Adder sighed. She reached out to her Main manifestation, teleportation. Adder spread her arms in a wide circle, the familiar sound of hissing surrounded her as pure energy sucked her into a oval portal of her own making.
Adder brushed her black leathers with her hands, scowling at invisible lint. She now stood in front of the assembly room, two large gold laced doors graced its entrance, velvet red and mahogany wood divided one's attention. The room was a eye catcher, but what caught one's eye more then the doors were the Four empty thrones. Each one for the generals. Adder yawned and walked into the room that feels more at home then her own office - Bedroom. Adder approached her throne, it was gold and green with flares of white. Every generation the thrones changed to suit their new generals, weather the selected general has changed in personality or the general has quit and a new one has joined. Adder remembered when she was new to her own throne that the moment she had sat on it, it had exploded with the colours red, green, violet and a array of strange colours, it was choosing what suited her. Adder sat quietly in the Assembly room, hoping the other generals received her message for a meeting.
-x- 'sector leader Simara' Ozark Simara -x- Ozark rubbed his wrists, he sat along with the other sector leaders in a secluded part of the library, with permission from the librarian of course. They sat around in a semi-circle around a large stone built fireplace with amber flames licking at the freshly applied wood. Each and everyone of them spoke in hushed voices, hoping no students or lower years could hear them planning for the sector games, which took place after the ceremony day. The Sector games were important for morale to the newly joined and to see the fun part of being part of Libobon Academy, especially after seeing so many of candidates killed trying to get into the school. Ozark leaned forward and listened to the others suggestions. "Maybe we should add a Race, dragon race?" After all, this had to get fun for everyone as it wasn't just the students who were going to enjoy themselves, Graduates and students alike attended the Sector games, each one barracking for their sectors, helping to win points to see if they can get their sector to have the highest points by the end of the day, seeing who can win. Ozark turned to Marcus, Sector leader of Sector 4, thinking wasn't his strong suit. Ozark rolled his eyes at him, "already added" he said, "What about a Team course?" He said, sniffing. Jen, the leader of Sector 5, nodded thoughtfully, "Yes.. sounds good, perhaps it will melt down any tension between squads, a little like a ice breaker for the soon to be first years." Sam, leader of Sector 2 smiled, "yes! I think I can find some nice Objects to make it complicated!" He laughed. Ozark smiled and shook his head, but not in disagreement. "Sam, leave making things complicated to you, you always seem to manage it" Ozark chuckled, Sam shot him a playful glare and threw a chip packet at him, Ozark caught and rummaged threw the packet. "Damn, you didn't leave me any!" He accused, a smile on his face. Darcy, leader of Sector 3 looked between all of them, him and Jen sharing a look. "You all are morons" Darcy said, seconds later Jen said, "We better pack up, the Liberian will be on our necks if we don't" Ozark sighed and got to his feet, the fire warm by his side. He reached and picked up a colourful packet that once contained sugared honey drops, "Sweet baby Jesus! Someone manages to get these in?!" He exclaimed, The other sector leaders turned to look at him, wide eyes gracing their innocent faces except for Sam, "Eat these all before we all got in here, Sam?" Ozark said, flinging the colourful packet at him with a laugh. Sam waved the packet away and smiled innocently, "I have no idea what your talking about!" The others looked at him with accusing looks, but none of them were harsh. "Okay! I had Some!" Sam said, getting up with the rest of them. The group of sector leaders trailed out of the library before dispersing into singles, heading off to their sector areas.
-x- 'Student Roger's' Isabella Rodger's -x- Bella held her thin knitted jacket close to her, Manifesting school loomed above her, it was three days till graduation, hopefully she managed to change in that time. She wasn't 18 yet, so she still had time. But every day that went past felt like she was never going to change. She knew she came from a powerful family of Dragon changers, but she was still nervous. Bella had heard of a boy who had powerful Changers on BOTH sides and still turned out Mindless. Bella hoped she would not be the one to disgrace her family's strong line. Her mother had somewhat convinced Bella that it wasn't going to happen, that she was going to be fine. Bella slowly approached the gates to Manifesting school, she wasn't new, but it was hard walking in here every time. Watching students in the years 12 - 14 grow thinner and thinner, each one succumbing to their dragon changing, leaving the unchanged to learn in Manifesting school. Bella had no idea where they put the students who have changed throughout the year, all she knew was that people die during ceremony day, which in fact, was in 3 days. Bella scratched her elbow, a nervous habit. She put her few things into her small grey locker. Grabbing her pencils and a book, preparing for whatever class was about to hit her. Hopefully she could make some new friends today, as her closest friend changed a week earlier. |
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(ima redo this i skimmed through how i was soposed to start) | Keres wonder| keres walked through her school getting glares from the students as she walked by she swaped to a jog when the bell rang before her eyesight grew more and more blury and she droped her bag students cleared out of the way as she changed to her dragon form she lunged out at a student only seeing red she was grabbed and jerked down by chains before being harnessed up and muzzled the older bigger dragons who she couldent reconise chained up her legs but before they could get her last one she swiped the elder across the face before getting chained the rest of the way and drug off {the joining day} keres stepped through the iron gates of the dragon school her purpley blue eyes flashing around trying to see everything they landed on a strange tree before she shook it off and started walking back to the school she pushed open the huge doors ment to fit a dragon almost slipping on the tile floor she caught herself took a breath then looked at her class sheet she glared at it for a moment before she didnt take her eyes off the sheet she flicked her eyes and moved out of the way for an older girl before she opened her locker and started putting things in it she looked at her sheet again before straiting up shoving it in her poket and setting her bluish purple eyes on the tile ahead she started up the stairs dodging around a group of sector leaders who came from the libray |
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'General Rogue' Adrien Romanov -x- Adrien strolled the dark halls. The cave walls were usually claustrophobic to new sudents, but Adrien had been through then what felt like a million times. He had gotten to the main hall, which had hallways leading off toward the sectors. It was a large room, high ceilinged with stained windows lining the top in 6 sections. The walls were all black marble, with hints of different colors running thorough the walls. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, black crystals hung from the chandelier, reflecting into the cave. He barely batted an eye. Adrien had seen it what felt like a million times. He did see the Sector Leaders walking toward their own sectors, talking quietly. Adrien raised an eyebrow and paused, looking all of them over. None of them seemed to have noticed him, eh. He didn't really care if they saw him or not. He looked up with a slightly bored expression, looking over at the assembly hall, ugh, he supposed he had to go. Considering Simara called a meeting anyway. He began walking into it, his long strides carrying him further across the cold floors than a normal person's would. He quickly got to the large doors, that had gold dragon handles, they curled up the doors. Adrien raised an eyebrow, hm, he'd have to tell the others they bite. He looked to the thrones and saw General Simara. He nodded at her and shifted his cold gaze back to his own throne. He approached it, it had swirls of white with shards of black and ice blue surrounding it. It was surprisingly comfortable though. It was interesting, the first time he had sat on the throne... it had exploded with a variety of colors, choosing which fit him. Mostly, an icy blue shot through the throne. He sat down in his and crossed his legs, propping his head up on his hand, propping his elbow on the left arm of the throne. He looked over the quiet assembly room, waiting for the others. Or for Simara to start talking. Adrien knew she liked to. |
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'Lieutenant General' Glory Dwyer Glory made her way through the halls, admiring the intricate stonework. She wished she could just disappear into the darkness and make her way quietly and observe the others as they meandered, but alas, using her major ability to sneak around was usually frowned upon even if she wasn't doing anything nefarious. Glory decided she'd just get to where she needed to be and not let anyone slow her down. Where was it I'm supposed to go, again? she thought to herself. She'd been away from the school for a few months, and in that time had forgotten the details of the layout. Glory thought it might be fun to scare the first-year students by playing with the lights- making them flicker before plunging them into darkness, but decided against it. She could always do that any day. Glory kept walking the halls, unsure or exactly where to go but she had a general idea. |
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'Sector Leader Romanov' Juliet Romanov -x- Juliet was listening to the other Sector Leaders talk. She had a few ideas for the Sector games, but pish posh. She'd voice them later. A dragon race sounded acceptable. As the others began packing up, she hiked her bag up on her shoulder and walked out with them, lazily walking as her hips swung to each side and her shoes tapped across the floors. She looked to the side and saw her uncle. She tried waving but, obviously he didn't see her. He was busy being annoyed at everything. She huffed quietly and went back to walking with the others. Hm, maybe they'd notice her at one point? Heh, who cared. Father always said if they don't notice you, make them. She was just really not feeling it though. So, she stayed quiet and lazily walked the halls with the group. |
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'General Simara' Adder Simara -x- Adder looked over at General Rouge, she hated silence. Adder sighed, and twisted her head to face General Rouge. "Must you always sit in silence?" She said, her gaze washing over him, inspecting for any sign of imperfection. She has always believed that generals should always be at their best. "Where are the others?" She growled, her voice filling the massive room. "I can't believe them! Turning up late to a meeting! Sloppy!" Adder snorted. She had done the exact thing when she was new to being a general, turning up late, her planning done sloppily. But she had changed now, she was the oldest and most experienced General this school had, and she wasn't about to pass on her knowledge to people who couldn't handle it. |
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'General Rogue' Adrien Romanov -x- Adrien looked over at her when Simara began talking, he let her rant for a moment before raising an eyebrow. "Give them a moment Simara. You know how the new ones can be." He stated in a cold sound tone as he sat up, keeping his legs crossed as he too waited. He had once been sloppy as well, they had all been at some point. Adrien and Adder had been two of them who had learned quickly. The others... not so much apparently. |
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'General Simara' Adder Simara -x- Adder looked over at General rouge before grumbling about sloppy generals. "I hope Ozark is planning for those games, this year we are about to receive the lowest amount of cadets we have ever had in the schools history, and even more will die at ceremony day" she said, her eyes lifting up to the elegant gold carved windows, "Whatever those sector leaders are going to pull off for the games has to be worth it, maybe it will get more students to join next year." She mumbled. -x- 'Sector leader Simara' Ozark Simara -x- Ozark walked further up the hallway, rubbing his wrists, a nervous habit. He hoped whatever him and the other Sector leaders pulled off managed to impress his mother, and of course the other generals. Ozark scratched his cropped curly white hair, a strong trait of his mothers blood lines. Others were always convinced that he was aging early. He shook his head and walked into the Sector 1 common room. Blue was everywhere, as well as students. |
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'General Rogue' Adrien Romanov -x- Adrien raised an eyebrow. "That's the sector 1 leader, your son, correct?" He hummed, he knew it was. But it never hurts to ask. Usually. He looked at the doors as he waited. "I'm sure they'll come up with something. Especially if they are informed of our dilemma." He said, his voice still cold and without too much emotion. He didn't mention Juliet, but knowing her, these games were very unlikely to be dull. He raised his gaze to the ceiling, another large room, tall ceilings, large chandelier, the usual. He looked at the mahogany doors, eyeing them for a moment as he huffed in annoyance. "Sure we've been late before but this is just plain rude." He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned back in his throne slightly and continued to watch the doors. . 'Sector 2 leader' Juliet Romanov -x- Juliet had broken off from the group and begun toward the Sector 2 common room. She walked in and her eyes were assualted with red while her ears were assaulted with chatter. She grits her teeth as she pulls her skirt down slightly, adjusting it as she dusts invisible dust off her shoulder and begins to walk briskly into the room. Wanting to find her way to her dorm, so she could sit in silence and recharge. |
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