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Dec. 29th, 2023 10:40 pm
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How's My Driving?

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brynkitten: (Look Over)
So I...decided to join the melee after all. I'm not much of an archer nor a jouster, but in the spirit of going out and doing more I signed up.

[She pauses a beat.]

And like the others I've noticed there seem to be...quite a few new arrivals. Has this something to do with the melee event? Does anyone know if something else is happening?
brynkitten: (Sun Kissed)
[Have a video entry, everyone.

Bryn woke up with feather covered legs that led to clawed bird feet, and large wings on her back. Surprisingly, she sports the harpy look pretty well. She even has some kind of cool looking tail feathers thing going on.

Granted, the wings meant she couldn't wear her usual clothing. Bryn didn't bother trying to get skirts or pants on since feathers covered everything important, and as for a top, well, she made do with wrapping some fabric around her bust and waist a few times before tying it in a knot at her back.]


You know, now that the shock has worn off, this isn't so bad. Does anyone want to take bets as to whether or not I could manage to fly?

[She pauses to look around her room, at the scattered feathers, and back into her record.]

Hmm, I'm thinking it might be better for me to stay out of the kitchens until this is over though...
brynkitten: (Default)
[Bryn carefully opens her journal and starts a video feed. She's actually walking around the Keep at the moment, too happy, too energetic to stay in one place, so the scene behind her moves and changes as she speaks.]

Hi everyone. It's January first and I just wanted to wish you all a Happy New Year! It's...it's not always easy to be here, considering some of the stuff that happens but for what it's worth, I'm happy to be here if nothing else than because of so many of you that are in my life now.

[It's a rather mushy sentiment, and her parents wouldn't approve of such a display of emotion in public, but Bryn didn't care. Her resolution this year was to take more chances, to open up more, and to try and live the way she wanted to, not the way she'd been taught to.]

May this next year bring you all happiness.

[As much as could be had in this place and set of circumstances they'd been dropped in.]
brynkitten: (Default)
[Bryn's been rather quiet this month. There hasn't been a reason for it but after the Halloween event it had simply been easier to revert to old habits and keep to herself. A great deal of her time has been spent in her other form, out of sight, and the extended period of time has helped to get her head on straight.

But, knowing there are a few who might worry that she had disappeared, Bryn eventually slid back into her human form long enough to make an audio record entry.]


I realize it might have been best to mention first that I was going to...keep to myself for a while. I'm afraid it didn't occur to me until just now. My apologies if anyone worried.
brynkitten: (Leather Jacket)
[Bryn, surprisingly, found a few pumpkins with faces she recognized carved into the sides.

Gunn's was first, which she was overjoyed to see, even if it was just a pumpkin form of his face. Her parents, however, were carved into the sides of pumpkins on either side of Gunn's. She carefully removed Gunn's from the stake in the ground, and then took her brother's back to her room. She was unwilling to let it remain nestled between their parents even if they weren't really there. Then, she headed back to those of her mother and father.

Bryn swallowed. It had been years since she'd seen their faces in person, but she would have recognized them anywhere. It sent a cold chill down her back, and after a moment, Bryn fumbled for her record and started an audio feed. Her voice sounded strained, and a little hoarse. There was none of her usual light, happy tone to be heard.]


I know this is an odd question but...does anyone have an axe? Or a sledge hammer or something like that?

[Bryn is not letting those pumpkins continue to exist. No way in hell. She'd make her apologies to Lord Deior later, if necessary.]
brynkitten: (Black and White)
[Oh hi, Keep. It's Bryn, on video, and she's dressed in some new clothes. They're not the usual second-hand items provided in the clothier's tower, and really not in a style she recognizes at all, but rather some from the bureau that appeared in her room some days ago. Bryn doesn't care how baggy they are because oh gosh, there were pants among everything.

She is also wearing a necklace that she hasn't taken off since receiving it at the bonfire party.]

I know this is rather late and I apologize, though I hope you'll all forgive me considering the circumstances we all found ourselves in not long ago...

I just...I wanted to thank you all. The bonfire party was so much better than I'd hoped, just because so many of you came. It truly meant a lot to me and I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did. That's all.

[With a smile and bow of her head, Bryn finishes her record entry.]
brynkitten: (Parka Smile!)
[Bryn flips the video function on with her entry, and it's aimed at her excited, smiling face before turning it toward the falling snow outside. Then it turns back to Bryn]

It's snowing outside, everyone! Isn't that exciting?

[She's just going to go find some clothes to wear outside, and then she's off to play in the snow! Feel free to respond here, find her clothes-searching or afterward, lmaking snow angels on the green!]

EDIT: [Or Bryn can also be found later in the evening curled up by one of the fires sipping from a mug of hot buttered rum...]
brynkitten: (I just don't want the world to break my)
~Part One~

[It had been a few days since Bryn had gone on her late night stroll around the Keep grounds, and a bit longer still since she had confessed to Alex her secret. Surprisingly, nothing had gone wrong. Alex had greeted her news with joy, and most of the other guests she had run into in her other form had been rather pleasant, if not completely intrigued and fascinated. Their reactions had all gone a long way toward making Bryn feel more comfortable with who she was.

With her intention to enjoy her other form more, Bryn knew it would be wise to get this informate out into the open sooner rather than later. That she hadn't been attacked on the basis of some perceived need for self-defense had been very lucky.

Before all of that, however, Bryn made her way down to the kitchens to find Joe. He had been the only one to suspect her secret, and scared, she'd denied it. How convincing she'd been was up for debate, but she owed it to him to at least tell the truth before making a Keep-wide announcement.]


~Part Two~

[After speaking with Joe, Bryn cracked open her record and took a deep breath. She set her entry up for video, and offered a hesitant, nervous smile.]

Hi everyone. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Bryn. I've uhm, been here for a while and...well okay. [Deep breath!] I just...thought I should let you all know that I'm a shapeshifter. I can turn into a cougar. I know some of you are familiar with, ah, other shifters at the Keep but I don't lose myself at the full moon so, well. The point I'm trying to get to is that I'm safe to be around and I won't attack anyone so please don't be alarmed if you see me around.

And well, I know some of you have questions so, I'll be be in the Keep up in that little gallery above the hall if...well, anyone wants to find me. There's a little harpsichord up here...

[She pressed a couple keys, which make little plinking noises, and then the entry stopped.]
brynkitten: (Z - Alert)
Bryn hadn't shifted to her other form in months. With her ability not being tied to the moon like in mythology or well, in Alex's case, she didn't have to unless she wanted to. It was hard to feel comfortable wandering around in her other form in such a populated area, especially since many wouldn't have any idea that it was her, but Bryn had finally reached her limit.

So, that evening she undressed quietly in her room, propped the door open just a bit, and slipped into her cougar shape.

It was like coming home, in a strange way. Bryn didn't feel more comfortable in one body or the other, but it had been so long that standing on four legs and having her tail flick out behind her seemed to just...hit the spot.

She pulled her door open carefully with a paw, and with some effort managed to close it almost all of the way after her. It was late enough in the evening that hopefully she wouldn't run into too many people as she stretched her legs.


[OOC: As a cougar, Bryn is on the larger side for her gender. She stands at two and a half feet tall at the shoulder, and is about eight feet long from nose to tail. Despite her size, Bryn is on the less muscular side for her build, but has a great deal of agility and flexibility to her advantage.

Feel free to throw your characters at her for hijinks, but please hit me up on AIM (RamiahStar) if you want to thread anything that would involve any sort of attacks on Bryn. Prose or actionspam is fine for tags!

EDIT: Guess who's lame and should have tossed this into the logs comm? d|Db That's right, this girl.]
brynkitten: (Hands in Hair)
[ Bryn starts a text entry, not much feeling like speaking. Her words are scribbled hastily, looking far less like her usual carefully practiced cursive, and more like an urgent scrawl. ]

There are words, on my hands and arms and they won't wash off and they're moving!!!

[ She paused briefly to try and scrub her arms, to put pressure on the skin in front of the letters, but they continued drifting up her skin to no avail. Bryn picked up her quill and continued writing. ]

Please does anyone know what's going on? I don't understand.

[ And sheee's just going to stare at her entry obsessively now and continue to try and rub the words off. ]


[OOC: Herp, forgot to make a post for Bryn this month. Tagging will be slow as I have Wickepants over this weekend |D]
brynkitten: (Musing)
[Bryn found the alcohol.

How she managed to only discover it only now was a mystery. After all, she had gone through several buildings and rooms of the Keep during the last month or so. It wasn't as if she wasn't passably familiar with the layout of her new environment.

Of course, she just hadn't tried anything in the bottles yet. She had just stood there, staring at it, tempted. Sure, her mother and father had lectured her on alcohol, when it should and shouldn't be drunk and how much at a time, and that sort of thing. But they weren't here, and Bryn wasn't a huge fan of following their rules anymore. Following their rules would have lead to her becoming a government science experiment.

So, instead she was looking at the bottles of vodka, rum, gin, whiskey, and other things she knew nothing about, wondering where to start, if at all.]


[OOC: Mari is drunk, and that means it seems like the perfect time to throw Bryn at the alcohol for the first time. Clearly my logic is amazing.]

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May. 13th, 2011 06:16 pm
brynkitten: (Withdrawing)
[Bryn has been extremely quiet since the trial, and has more or less kept to her room. After everything had calmed, she had forced herself to leave the training yard and back to her room, and left there only to get food and come back. Normally at a time when she was upset, she might have changed forms and gone for a run in the forest or out to the fields to take a nap, but the whole incident had made her feel even more unsafe to share secrets like that. After all, there was still a lot she didn't know about this place.

Unable to nap, and tired of looking out the window, Bryn picked up her journal and began to write.]


It's concerning alarming to realize that there are rules and consequences in Lord Deior's Keep that we were unaware of, and may still be in the dark about. I certainly didn't realize that a "trial" like that would take place would take place, and for simply disturbing the peace. Did anyone else know that was the consequence? I wonder if those in charge thought that their no-tolerance stance on fighting would be better emphasized by an example of the consequences, rather than a preventative warning?

Was this trial the way they will handle disturbances with everyone, or only those who are two-natured?

I don't like it.

Lord Deior said nothing of rules of conduct beyond keeping records, which I am doing now, I might add. I realize that it is polite to keep the peace while in the home of another, and to be respectful of other guests, but this reaction is extreme.

It isn't as if they didn't know that we're from different worlds and may have different codes of conduct. If they anticipated trouble might happen, then they could have also assumed that some of us are from worlds where that trouble simply isn't punished that way. They wouldn't have known to behave on pain of death.

[Bryn pauses in her furious scribbling with her quill, and sighs.]

What kind of place is this? What else aren't they telling us?
brynkitten: (Pretty Look)
[Bryn had circled the perimeter of the immense Keep twice before finally opening up her journal. It was still strange to communicate with others this way, but she couldn't deny its convenience, especially when there was something pressing to share with the others.

Carefully, she pressed her fingers to a blank page and began to speak. She looks disturbed and uncertain, to say the least.]


This sounds like a strange question, I realize but...has anyone who's been outside seen the sun at all?

[They were in another world, but surely this place had a sun, didn't it?]

Based on the direction my shadow is going, I can guess at where it should be...but there's nothing in the sky.
brynkitten: (BG Smile)
Everything up until this point is part of the game [livejournal.com profile] ms_elegante.

This journal is being recycled, and from this point, all posts will be part of [livejournal.com profile] holloways_keep.

Happy gaming everyone <3 Toot toot!
brynkitten: (Parka Smile!)
[Bryn turns a video stream and waves at the camera with a wide smile. She seems surprisingly happy, considering the events of the last couple weeks.]

So...in all the excitement and commotion I completely forgot to announce this...Remy's own announcement reminded me...oh, congratulations by the way!

[She winks at the camera and then holds up her left hand, which is sporting a beautiful engagement ring.]

Remy's not the only one newly engaged...
brynkitten: (Resting in Field)
[OOC: Backdated to the afternoon of Friday, November 5th.]

[The cure is worse than she expects. She remembered seeing the elf drop to the ground, sweat, and then at the end of it all, disappear, but knowing something is going to be terrible does not prepare her for how truly horrific it is. Burning from the inside, feeling wounds heat like coals on her skin, is something that will stay with her for the rest of her life. Bryn wonders if turning inside out would have feel slightly more pleasant than what she's going through.

Soon it ends, and Bryn is given at most a minute to recover from the searing pain. That moment is all she gets to get her strained, heavy breathing under control and to wipe some of the sweat from her face before she finds herself transported from her cot and into the bed she and King share.

Laying on her stomach in her blue scrubs, Bryn groans gratefully at the sudden comfort beneath her weary limbs.]
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