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[color=#BB3131][i]You look down at the piece of paper in your hands, reminding you of where to go and when to be where you needed to be. At the top of the paper, it wrote [b]Fashion Week 2019[/b], and somewhere amongst the paragraphs of words below was an explanation. You had been invited to the Fashion Show, and you weren't going to miss this one out.[/i]
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[color=#BB3131]Welcome to the Flight Rising Fashion Week RP! Here, you can play as any of your dragons and earn tickets to the Gala Raffle while you're at it. Please keep in mind several things as you participate in the RP.
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[*]Do remain within the RP's theme. This is a fashion show, your dragons should not be hunting for treasure or assassinating anyone around.
[*]That said, the rest of the RP is fairly open. Whether your dragon is watching the runway, behind the scenes taking pictures, chatting with the models, preparing to walk the runway, or taking a break, it's all up to you!
[*]This is an [b]open RP[/b]. It is not a private RP. As such, there may be other people attempting to interact with your dragon. Do try to keep it open and respond to whoever wants to interact with you!
[*]When responding to a specific person, please [b]ping[/b] the player so they know who is interact with them. If your post is open for everyone to interact with, pings are not necessary.
[*]Please try to include a picture of the dragon you're using - this is not mandatory, but will help players out!
[*]For your word count to go towards tickets for the Gala Raffle, please include your [b]word count[/b] on your post itself and enter the word count and your username into the [url=https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1wFGx9tHZSWCWOt5sFTI78qNEbbftivwEbWaFJEiiWdE/edit?usp=sharing]Gala Raffle Spreadsheet[/url] yourself. It is your responsibility to input your own word count to get tickets. Tickets are calculated by the sheet automatically based on your word count. Players caught fabricating their word counts will be disqualified from the raffle.
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You look down at the piece of paper in your hands, reminding you of where to go and when to be where you needed to be. At the top of the paper, it wrote Fashion Week 2019, and somewhere amongst the paragraphs of words below was an explanation. You had been invited to the Fashion Show, and you weren't going to miss this one out.
Welcome to the Flight Rising Fashion Week RP! Here, you can play as any of your dragons and earn tickets to the Gala Raffle while you're at it. Please keep in mind several things as you participate in the RP.
- Do remain within the RP's theme. This is a fashion show, your dragons should not be hunting for treasure or assassinating anyone around.
- That said, the rest of the RP is fairly open. Whether your dragon is watching the runway, behind the scenes taking pictures, chatting with the models, preparing to walk the runway, or taking a break, it's all up to you!
- This is an open RP. It is not a private RP. As such, there may be other people attempting to interact with your dragon. Do try to keep it open and respond to whoever wants to interact with you!
- When responding to a specific person, please ping the player so they know who is interact with them. If your post is open for everyone to interact with, pings are not necessary.
- Please try to include a picture of the dragon you're using - this is not mandatory, but will help players out!
- For your word count to go towards tickets for the Gala Raffle, please include your word count on your post itself and enter the word count and your username into the Gala Raffle Spreadsheet yourself. It is your responsibility to input your own word count to get tickets. Tickets are calculated by the sheet automatically based on your word count. Players caught fabricating their word counts will be disqualified from the raffle.
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Introduction
Use this post to get to know where the RP is set!
The Fashion Show was upon Sornieth. A good year had passed since the last Fashion Week had been held, and dragons all across Sornieth were buzzing with excitement as the celebration returned. For the last several weeks, a massive stage had been set up in the Tangled Wood, where this year's celebration was to be held. Huge tents with booths for games, raffles, and a runway were set up. Invitations for models and guests had been sent out all over the world, and dragons were already flocking to the tents in the middle of the glimmering, glowing forest.
Models, agents, guest speakers, and fashionistas were already there, practicing their walks, dolling themselves up for the night's show. So were the photographers and videographers, setting up their equipment around the runway. Several dragons were preparing chairs around the runway for VIPs, with enough standing space for anyone else coming to watch the show.
There was a certain thrill in the air. This year's fashion week was going to be a good one.
Introduction
Use this post to get to know where the RP is set!
The Fashion Show was upon Sornieth. A good year had passed since the last Fashion Week had been held, and dragons all across Sornieth were buzzing with excitement as the celebration returned. For the last several weeks, a massive stage had been set up in the Tangled Wood, where this year's celebration was to be held. Huge tents with booths for games, raffles, and a runway were set up. Invitations for models and guests had been sent out all over the world, and dragons were already flocking to the tents in the middle of the glimmering, glowing forest.
Models, agents, guest speakers, and fashionistas were already there, practicing their walks, dolling themselves up for the night's show. So were the photographers and videographers, setting up their equipment around the runway. Several dragons were preparing chairs around the runway for VIPs, with enough standing space for anyone else coming to watch the show.
There was a certain thrill in the air. This year's fashion week was going to be a good one.
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A murmur rose up in the gathering crowd of dragons watching the stage as a group of dragons approached the fairgrounds; it was clan twinMoon and their tricktroupers, natives of the Tangled Wood and known locally as a performing troupe. Their artists' sculptures and paintings adorned many lair walls, and they had contributed at least one piece of the stage's setting. Leading the group one could see the tall, glamorous, willowy Tyrius, dressed in Octoflyer skins giving hir a rather translucent, gelid appearance, with a silky, star-studded Starlight Cloak draped over hir head, neck and shoulders. A darling little rose anklet completed hir look. Shi walked into the crowd with hir head held high, nearly 20 meters long from nose to tailtip and walking with the steady unyielding stride of royalty. At hir side, floating through the air like it was water, hir Octoflyer tagged along.
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Flanking hir were two of the clan's Soldiers, following close like bodyguards. Shimmering in shades of sea-green came Yiauwa first, the clan's primary treasure hunter, the flashy shades and hues of hir Wild apparel set contrasting and complementing hir scales. The prismatic wolfshead worn as a mask gave hir a fierce, intimidating look, despite hir little Tendril Loach clinging to and nestling in its fur. As she looked around at the crowd, walking at Tyrius's side and so small shi was almost lost in the Imperial's shadow, hir cold Ice stare seemed to look right through the dragons gathered. Though shi had to run to keep up with the larger dragons, she moved easily, darting between their feet with confidence.
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At Tyrius's other side was another Imperial, this one six meters longer and with a more solid, muscular build to hir slender form. Around hir danced the mystic flames of energy that hir sheer power manifested; hir Strength was manifest in everything about hir. The high-ranking General of the clan, their primary trainer, walked at Tyrius's side with the same steady, head-held-high stride -- but despite hir regal bearing, hir abyssal mane was long enough to trail on the ground, the thorny vines woven through it seeming to curl and grow and wave as shi moved as if they were living creatures. Shi held hir tail up behind hir as shi walked, and the hanging blue gems and chains jingled and clittered softly as she moved alongside the royal.
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Flitting through the air following the two larger dragons was little Apocalypse; though shi was diminutive, hir bright Peony Mage's set made hir impossible to miss as shi flapped and fluttered in pursuit of hir clanmates, hir golem flying at hir side as it vented arcane energy. Exerting hirself a moment, shi flew up to the space between the pair of Imperials' heads and spoke up in hir high, humming, song-like voice: [color=violet][b]"I'm so excited! I can't believe it's finally here!"[/b][/color]
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The Abyss-colored dragon snorted through hir nose, and chose not to reply, looking away with hir mane hanging in hir face... but Tyrius smiled, and said, [b][color=#9f20bf]"It looks like it might be a little while before the show itself begins. Do you want to play some games? Maybe one of you can win me something nice to take home."[/color][/b]
At their feet, Yiauwa looked up at them, arms crossed in front of hir chest. [b][color=#3aa0af]"We could try, but I hope the games aren't rigged. I don't want you spending every last coin and gem on what's essentially gambling, [i]again[/i]."[/color][/b] The bigger dragon pretended not to hear, and moved to lead the group toward the booths...
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A murmur rose up in the gathering crowd of dragons watching the stage as a group of dragons approached the fairgrounds; it was clan twinMoon and their tricktroupers, natives of the Tangled Wood and known locally as a performing troupe. Their artists' sculptures and paintings adorned many lair walls, and they had contributed at least one piece of the stage's setting. Leading the group one could see the tall, glamorous, willowy Tyrius, dressed in Octoflyer skins giving hir a rather translucent, gelid appearance, with a silky, star-studded Starlight Cloak draped over hir head, neck and shoulders. A darling little rose anklet completed hir look. Shi walked into the crowd with hir head held high, nearly 20 meters long from nose to tailtip and walking with the steady unyielding stride of royalty. At hir side, floating through the air like it was water, hir Octoflyer tagged along.
Flanking hir were two of the clan's Soldiers, following close like bodyguards. Shimmering in shades of sea-green came Yiauwa first, the clan's primary treasure hunter, the flashy shades and hues of hir Wild apparel set contrasting and complementing hir scales. The prismatic wolfshead worn as a mask gave hir a fierce, intimidating look, despite hir little Tendril Loach clinging to and nestling in its fur. As she looked around at the crowd, walking at Tyrius's side and so small shi was almost lost in the Imperial's shadow, hir cold Ice stare seemed to look right through the dragons gathered. Though shi had to run to keep up with the larger dragons, she moved easily, darting between their feet with confidence.
At Tyrius's other side was another Imperial, this one six meters longer and with a more solid, muscular build to hir slender form. Around hir danced the mystic flames of energy that hir sheer power manifested; hir Strength was manifest in everything about hir. The high-ranking General of the clan, their primary trainer, walked at Tyrius's side with the same steady, head-held-high stride -- but despite hir regal bearing, hir abyssal mane was long enough to trail on the ground, the thorny vines woven through it seeming to curl and grow and wave as shi moved as if they were living creatures. Shi held hir tail up behind hir as shi walked, and the hanging blue gems and chains jingled and clittered softly as she moved alongside the royal.
Flitting through the air following the two larger dragons was little Apocalypse; though shi was diminutive, hir bright Peony Mage's set made hir impossible to miss as shi flapped and fluttered in pursuit of hir clanmates, hir golem flying at hir side as it vented arcane energy. Exerting hirself a moment, shi flew up to the space between the pair of Imperials' heads and spoke up in hir high, humming, song-like voice:
"I'm so excited! I can't believe it's finally here!"
The Abyss-colored dragon snorted through hir nose, and chose not to reply, looking away with hir mane hanging in hir face... but Tyrius smiled, and said,
"It looks like it might be a little while before the show itself begins. Do you want to play some games? Maybe one of you can win me something nice to take home."
At their feet, Yiauwa looked up at them, arms crossed in front of hir chest.
"We could try, but I hope the games aren't rigged. I don't want you spending every last coin and gem on what's essentially gambling, again." The bigger dragon pretended not to hear, and moved to lead the group toward the booths...
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Anios was getting ready for another model to walk down the runway. The room was dark and filled with the dull murmur of hundreds of dragons waiting for the show to continue. Anios sat up on the catwalk waiting for his cue from the lights director. He had a list of the models in front of him along with the color schemes of each one. Next up was a female skydancer who had requested golds and yellows. There were 6 dragons on each side of the runway sitting up towards the ceiling on balconies. He heard a hush from the crowd and the announcer stepped out onto the stage, still in the dark. "And now we have a beautiful dragoness sporting a soft warrior look!" He flew in the rafters and the curtains opened. Anios saw the lights director signaling from another platform and he conjured a ball of light energy and refelcted it off his crystalline wing. The others did the same and they angled the shimmering golds and yellows over the the back of the runway where they illuminated the gold and pink model. As she walked down the runway, he tilted his wing to follow her has she walked and turned. There were ooohs and aaahs from the crowd as the lights reflected off of her mosaic pelt and armor. The audience clapped as she finsihed her round and went behind the curtains. Anios got another cue and he disbanded the light energy and the room went dark again.
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Aisha hid behind the tents in the shadows. She had already gotten a few weird looks from some other dragons and she didn't want to be hunted down. She had been sent here to look for any shade-touched. The amount of smells was overwhelming, from the foods to the dragons and familiars. Everyone here smelled like shade. [i]"Perhaps what the prisoner said is true and shade is in everything."[/i] As she sat and thought she didn't see one of the tent keepers walk around to throw something out. He noticed her and yelled "Hey Tundra! Go enjoy the festival, the weather is perfect!" She turned in shock and the dragon jumped back in surprise. "Just forget I was here fool." She said as she turned and tried to get away as quickly as possible. She disappeared into the darkness that surrounded the outskirts of the festival and watched to make sure the other hadn't notified any guards. She settled in and watched for a while before she noticed that there was now a surplus of guards surrounding some of the tents. [i]"Wonderful."[/i] She thought.
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Anios was getting ready for another model to walk down the runway. The room was dark and filled with the dull murmur of hundreds of dragons waiting for the show to continue. Anios sat up on the catwalk waiting for his cue from the lights director. He had a list of the models in front of him along with the color schemes of each one. Next up was a female skydancer who had requested golds and yellows. There were 6 dragons on each side of the runway sitting up towards the ceiling on balconies. He heard a hush from the crowd and the announcer stepped out onto the stage, still in the dark. "And now we have a beautiful dragoness sporting a soft warrior look!" He flew in the rafters and the curtains opened. Anios saw the lights director signaling from another platform and he conjured a ball of light energy and refelcted it off his crystalline wing. The others did the same and they angled the shimmering golds and yellows over the the back of the runway where they illuminated the gold and pink model. As she walked down the runway, he tilted his wing to follow her has she walked and turned. There were ooohs and aaahs from the crowd as the lights reflected off of her mosaic pelt and armor. The audience clapped as she finsihed her round and went behind the curtains. Anios got another cue and he disbanded the light energy and the room went dark again.
Aisha hid behind the tents in the shadows. She had already gotten a few weird looks from some other dragons and she didn't want to be hunted down. She had been sent here to look for any shade-touched. The amount of smells was overwhelming, from the foods to the dragons and familiars. Everyone here smelled like shade.
"Perhaps what the prisoner said is true and shade is in everything." As she sat and thought she didn't see one of the tent keepers walk around to throw something out. He noticed her and yelled "Hey Tundra! Go enjoy the festival, the weather is perfect!" She turned in shock and the dragon jumped back in surprise. "Just forget I was here fool." She said as she turned and tried to get away as quickly as possible. She disappeared into the darkness that surrounded the outskirts of the festival and watched to make sure the other hadn't notified any guards. She settled in and watched for a while before she noticed that there was now a surplus of guards surrounding some of the tents.
"Wonderful." She thought.
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Anyone milling around the fashion show would see the Spiral, walking around on claws humming blue with magic. To be fair, Viridatus was obviously not trying to be inconspicuous - his head held high and the small crown perched atop it glinting at intervals whenever it caught the light. But he wasn't here for the runway - while he carried himself with confidence, it was an entirely different kind of confidence than the models. There was something distinctly... royal about this particular dragon.
He was here for the show, but certainly wouldn't mind if anyone happened to stop him and inquire as to his lineage.
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the clearing, another Spiral from a certain clan arrived. Ryns hadn't actually planned on coming, but then the cumulative stress from the models had drawn her to the place, physically unable to fight her tendency to help those in need. Golden streams of light dripped from her scales, evaporating before they could hit the floor. She sighed, preparing the magic to provide good dreams, but it was obvious that she was really happy to be here.
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Finally, in one of the tents, a Guardian was readying herself for the show. Dressed to the nines and wearing a cat on her head, she was starting to second-guess herself - it had been a split decision to enter, and after seeing some of the other contestants, Shani was starting to get a bit nervous. Exhaling a long breath, she was heartened by her tiny cat starting to purr.
Yes, she could do this.
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Anyone milling around the fashion show would see the Spiral, walking around on claws humming blue with magic. To be fair, Viridatus was obviously not trying to be inconspicuous - his head held high and the small crown perched atop it glinting at intervals whenever it caught the light. But he wasn't here for the runway - while he carried himself with confidence, it was an entirely different kind of confidence than the models. There was something distinctly... royal about this particular dragon.
He was here for the show, but certainly wouldn't mind if anyone happened to stop him and inquire as to his lineage.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the clearing, another Spiral from a certain clan arrived. Ryns hadn't actually planned on coming, but then the cumulative stress from the models had drawn her to the place, physically unable to fight her tendency to help those in need. Golden streams of light dripped from her scales, evaporating before they could hit the floor. She sighed, preparing the magic to provide good dreams, but it was obvious that she was really happy to be here.
Finally, in one of the tents, a Guardian was readying herself for the show. Dressed to the nines and wearing a cat on her head, she was starting to second-guess herself - it had been a split decision to enter, and after seeing some of the other contestants, Shani was starting to get a bit nervous. Exhaling a long breath, she was heartened by her tiny cat starting to purr.
Yes, she could do this.
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Adora arrived at the Show all ready to walk down the runaway once more. While she was looking for the Models enterence, she was stopped by an enthusiastic group of fans. [b]Are you THEE Adora??!! Omg, can we have your autograph??!![/b]They exclaimed with much enthusiasm. Adora smiled with a smug pride. [b]Of course you can have my autograph darlings. What kind of star would I be if I didn't?[/b] She said , while signing the small journals. After the fan group left, she wandered around until she found the backstage and went in to get ready for her time on the runway. Her outfit was to be glorious.
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Edit: 105 words :3
Adora arrived at the Show all ready to walk down the runaway once more. While she was looking for the Models enterence, she was stopped by an enthusiastic group of fans.
Are you THEE Adora??!! Omg, can we have your autograph??!!They exclaimed with much enthusiasm. Adora smiled with a smug pride.
Of course you can have my autograph darlings. What kind of star would I be if I didn't? She said , while signing the small journals. After the fan group left, she wandered around until she found the backstage and went in to get ready for her time on the runway. Her outfit was to be glorious.
Edit: 105 words :3
