A RolePlay for RoleCall

Only those who this role play is for knows what the title means! XD Yes, this is a private role play for certain people, sorry but not anybody can join, but anybody can read. In case you are wondering the people who may join are Andre, Fuzzy, Brack, Silane, and SketchPaw. If these names don't belong/mean nothing to you then please do not post here^^ Thank you!

For those of you who are listed, I will post a basic run down of the little plot and need to know information for the rp in the first post then any of you can post after that^^ As soon as everybody has posted once we will just use the order that was basically established by everyone's first post. Sound good? K!











Alright guys! Sorry for the delay with the plot and starting this thang but here we go!

It has been too long...almost a century since the group has been together. Time has progressed, not like here on Earth, but progressed still. Easily, however, has the members of role call kept up and progressed with it. Cars still do not exist yet, but certain advances in technology has occurred. Communication like phones and computers have came about, but the biggest focus as far as advancing, due to the rising of crime and violence, is weaponry. Now you know that there is no problem keeping up in that field with the members of role call. Role Call is assembling again after all this time to see how far one another has come. What surprises will each other have in store? How much has everyone changed? Find out as everyone comes together again with their new skills and new looks and new selves! (Futuristic)

I'm here and I'm square.

wait... that didn't sound right...

*Pops in* Hello. ^^

Present

SketchPaw pushed through the dense foliage of the forest that once only held trees, but over the years had grown many other plants and thus became almost impassible. It was nice though, that the forest had actually expanded with time, instead of being torn down to make more room. Then again, no more room had been needed beings as the numbers have only gone down. The thought forced a heavy, nostalgic sigh out of her as she chopped through a curtain of vines. They dropped in a pile before her feet, revealing her destination. The tree she always used to sit in to draw while waiting for the others to arrive. What was it that happened to make us stop meeting up? Sketch wondered, even though she honestly knew the answer. The responsibilities everyone took on at the drastically rising need for it made it practically impossible to meet up even for a day. She walked up to the tree and placed a hand gently on the trunk. "Hello old friend," she said quietly, looking the tree up and down, seeing the many different scratches and marks it held from many different occasions; training, boredom, etc. She jumped up to the branch that she always used to sit on and knelt down before the base that she always sat up against. The spot where she sat was worn down and smooth, the bark was completely gone. She touched it and ran her fingers over it with a soft smile on her face. 'I miss those simple days...' she thought, closing her eyes and letting her mind wander back to all the simple memories that it wanted to.

Fuzzy was reminiscing to himself, remembering the good times he had with his friends, as he leaped from tree to tree. Although the forest had changed greatly since he's last been there, it still looked a tad familiar to him. "Man," he thought, "It's been decades since we've all gathered here like this. And It's nice to take a break from my planet once in a while..." Eventually Fuzzy had come across his friends' old meeting spot. He looked around and found the big rock he used to sit on, though it was now covered in moss. He looked up and saw SketchPaw, sitting on her tree branch. Fuzzy plopped down on his rock and shouted, "Yo! Wazzup!?"

Silane walked slowly trough the forest. Not as old or dense as here home in Amiria. She took a long look around before a gooing sound called her attention back to the matter at hand. Silane looked down to see the green baby dragon begging to be picked up. She laughed and picked the small dragon up. "Let's go introduce you to auntie." Silane said to the child in a whisper, thinking of Sketch, her most trusted friend. She followed an old trail she used to walk long ago, now overgrown by ferns and weeds from lack of use. She came upon the clearing and took in a long look at their old hang out. The group had built the club house in the old tree that still stood proudly in the center, now covered with vines and plants and probably in great need of repair. 'A new project' Silane thought to herself with a smirk. The club house was both inside the tree itself and in the branches of the tree, making it much bigger than it looked. Silane stopped thinking about the past and looked around. She noticed Fuzzy a way off on a rock and waved to him. "Long time no see!" She shouted as she hefted the baby onto her hip as she was and then looked up into the tree to see Sketch. "Sketch!" Silane greeted happily. Silane looked around to see if the garden was still visible, she was always either in the garden or in the club house. Of course it was covered over with grass and weeds by now and she couldn't find it.

'An entire century...' Andre thought to himself as he floated gracefully through the forest. Before it never seemed to him that a century was such a long time, but without friends... without family, the years crept by so incredibly slow, Andre damn near lost his mind. 'I wonder if they've changed as much as I have...' He looked up and hefted a sigh. He did that a lot. His cloak flowed behind him as a small breeze blew past him. The clearing was ahead. He focused his vision at the place where he once met up with all his friends. Sketch, of course, was in her branch. She always beat him there. His ears perked as he also saw Fuzzy was early, and Silane as well. Wow, he was losing his touch on time, for sure.
He glided into the clearing, and landed softly without a sound at the spot he always stood. At the base of the tree. He pushed his hood back and shook his hair free from the cloak, and he gave yet another sigh. "Hello everyone. It's been far, far too long." He said with a smile so large that his face damn near vanished. His voice was way quieter than it had ever been, though, and it sounded hollow.

"Man, you guys haven't changed quite as much as I thought, but still..." SketchPaw said, jumping down off her branch, landing by Andre. When she stood up to her full height, her expression went askew. She felt as though she hadn't gotten taller in the least as she stood next to Andre. She looked back up at where she always used to sit in the tree, "I certainly don't remember that branch being so hard..." she thought aloud, then laughed. She turned her attention to Silane then, "Uhh...when exactly did you have a baby Silane?" She asked curiously, it didn't look like it belonged to her, but she knew her friend to be pretty unpredictable. She walked over and scratched the little baby dragon on the head, between his horns.
The only things that had really changed about SketchPaw were the coloring on her fur getting a little darker, her improvement of skills, and her choice in clothing. She was now stuck wearing the village tribal outfit now that she was the current village leader. Her outfit at the moment was covered by her cloak that she never wore the hood to up. The biggest thing, however, was her eye-patch being gone. Both of her eyes were now normal-looking and the vibrant lime green color that was her natural color.

"Well, looks light most of the gang is here." Fuzzy said, as he hopped off of his rock. At the same time he was wondering to himself why his friend Brâck couldn't come. He walked over to the group and peered up at Andre. Although Fuzzy has indeed grown a bit, he didn't remember his old friend being so tall. Fuzzy shook his head and said, "We've definitely been apart for too long..." He glanced over at Sketch and Silane, but didn't want to butt into their conversation.

Silane looked down at the baby on her hip. He sat there calmly starring at a nearby dragonfly while he sucked on his claw. "Um.... I found him?" Silane offered. She looked back at Sketch, her light blue eyes full of warmth, as if she was the mother herself. Her nearly white fur was barley hidden by the tribal outfit she wore. Her hair puffed out as it traced itself from her head down he spine ending in her dragon like tail. The only marking on her body itself was the palest grey fadded appaloosa like pattern on her rear, which could be seen down her legs.

The young dragon looked to Sketch suddenly and took his claw out of his mouth and made grabby hands for Sketch. The young green dragon was just that, only green, his undersides a lighter green than his body but darker green markings covered the rest of him and his horns and wings were a pale green. His eyes were almost reversed. Where the white of his eyes should have been was a deep forest green, the actual eyes were green and the pupils were white. (Demon dragon?)

Silane giggled and held the gurggling youngster toward her friend. "He want's to say he to auntie!" Silane told Sketch happily.

"Dadda!" The young one said loudly, still reaching for Sketch.

Silane tried to hold back a laugh at that, the young dragon has clearly confused. Either that or Sketch was just too masculine to look like an auntie. "I guess you could always be an uncle." Silane stated laughing.

"Far too long..." Andre continued as he looked to the sky. With yet another sigh, he looked back down at Fuzzy. "How have you been old friend? A lot has changed about you, I can sense it. What exactly, I cannot sense, but I know there is something." He reached out and placed a paw on the cat's shoulder. Andre's hand could easily cover Fuzzy's head.

SketchPaw's eyes got wide when she heard what the little dragon had said, "Hey...I still have boobs ya know kid..." she told him in a playful tone. She was at this point refusing to take the child. She turned to walk back over to where Andre and Fuzzy were, but the baby's whining just grew louder and it didn't stop reaching out for her. She rolled her eyes in defeat and turned back around, walking back over to Silane and taking the child out of her arms. "Your already a little pain...where are you from?" Sketch asked him, good and well knowing he wasn't going to be able to answer her. She motioned to Silane to follow her over to where Andre and Fuzzy were standing. After almost a hundred years she wasn't about to stand on the other side of the hangout from them.

Fuzzy noticed Sketchpaw and Silane walking over to his and Andre's direction. He looked back at Andre whom was waiting for his response. Fuzzy scratched the back of his head as he got a big grin on his face. "Well..." Fuzzy started, "I uh... kind of became Emperor... Eheheh..." As his smile grew bigger, his face became a little red as he knew how surprised the others would be.

Silane smiled widely when Sketch took the young dragon. "His name is Hector." She informed Sketch. She gave a nod in response to Sketch's motion and followed her over to the guys, all the while holding an apple out for Hector.

Current WIP of a Silane/Hector moment:


Art by the talented Alightir on PI.

Andre's eyes lit up and his grin widened. "Well, that doesn't surprise me in the least! Hell, you saved that planet who knows how many times, now. If they didn't make you emperor, I'd be extremely shocked. Still, though, congratulations." He yipped happily then gave Fuzzy a rather strong slap on the back.

"Wow Fuzzy..." SketchPaw chimed, "Emporer? I've never been to your planet, but you must have done a whole hell of a lot for it. Congratulations," She commended him, bouncing Hector on her hip. Suddenly she heard a little rumble and she looked down at the little dragon's stomach, the source of the rumble. "Silane...I think your new friend is hungry..." she joked, handing him back to her friend, "You found it...it shouldn't be much of a problem to find something for him to eat as well," she smiled mischievously.

"Heheheh, thanks." Fuzzy modestly replied. He then grew a little quiet as he pondered at why no one asked who was taking charge during his absence from Sumasshu. And due to his position of power, he was used to being the center of attention. Though he could see that Andre had a "Go On" look to his face. "You guys might be wondering who is taking charge of everything while I'm here..." Fuzzy continued, as he glanced over at the others, "Well... My wife is taking care of that." He turned back to Andre and said to him "You'd probably know her as 'Mysh'."

Silane took Hector back easily and placed the apple in his claws. The Baby dragon shoved the entire thing in his mouth and swallowed, not bothering to chew. Then he yawned and snuggled into the crook of Silane's arm and fell asleep. Silane Looked back up at Sketch. "See, very simple" She said with an easy grin and looked over to the boys now. "A wife Fuzzy? Any little ones?" she asked with a sinister look.

Andre's expression fell rather flat at this new piece of information. Last he was aware, Mysh was supposed to be a considerable deal younger than he was. He was proud of his friend for finally managing to hook up, but the one he was with was rather... unexpected. "Mysh? Really? I thought she was way younger than you. Robbing the cradle are we?" He teased.

Andre's expression fell rather flat at this new piece of information. Last he was aware, Mysh was supposed to be a considerable deal younger than he was. He was proud of his friend for finally managing to hook up, but the one he was with was rather... unexpected. "Mysh? Really? I thought she was way younger than you. Robbing the cradle are we?" He teased.

SketchPaw glared at Silane for her sudden knack for taking care of babies, then turned to Fuzzy, but didn't add anything as everyone else seemed to take care of the "necessary" comments. She did intend to ask the rest of them about their relationships after they were done harassing Fuzzy though.

Fuzzy scratched his ear and said, "It's a bit complicated, I'm a few years younger than I'm supposed to be. Now it makes Mysh and I about a year apart..." He looked down and chuckled, "Freaking space travel... How does it work?" He then quickly turned to Silane, as her question almost slipped his mind. "OoOh, No. No kids yet." Fuzzy said, blushing a little and scratching his ear again.

Silane matched Sketch's glare while she listened to Fuzzy's explanation. "Ah, yes. Space travel...... I really have nothing to say on that" Silane mumbled trying to forget her own mishaps with trans-dimensional jumping. "No little ones, eh? How long have you two been married anyway?" Silane asking shifting the conversation.

While Silane prodded Fuzzy with the awkward questions, Andre sidled his way over to Sketch, where he unexpectedly gave her a half ass pounce. It was more like flopping his arms over her shoulders and giving her a lazy hug. He rested his chin on her head and smirked. "So, how is my pack sister?" Andre half purred as he spoke.

Sketch watched Silane and Fuzzy talk until she felt Andre's weight on her shoulders, "I cannot say that I am not well, but I have to admit I've run into some hard times..." she quietly admitted as she placed a paw on one of Andre's arms.
A young Autumn-Tan wolf boy dropped out of the trees close by SketchPaw. He stood to his full height and turned out less than half a foot shorter than Sketch. "Sketch! I sensed the others arrivals so I thought I would come over and say hello." He explained as he jogged over to her. "Alright. How is it looking out there Teather?" "It's clear skies right now sis!"

Fuzzy got a blank look on his face. "I... Uh... I'm pretty sure it's been a few decades... I can't remember exactly." Fuzzy scratched his ear once again. "You know, Mysh would probably kill me for forgetting..." he said, letting out a somewhat nervous chuckle.

Silane gave Fuzzy and weird look and made a shunning motion. She then heard Teather Paw's voice and spun around, suddenly dropping the sleeping Hector and he landed with a thud. "You!" She exclaimed pointing an accusing finger at Teather Paw.

Andre's eyes widened and his ears perked forward as Teather came into sight, and spoke. His jaw went slack slightly and he stared at the boy in bewilderment. He then stood upright, making him about three heads taller than Sketch and lightly gripped her shoulders. "Holy. Shite." He looked down at Sketch, his appearance of shock not diminishing in the least. If anything, it had increased. "Is that really the little pup I used to rescue from some mischief or the other on a daily basis?" He asked her as he looked up at him.

TeatherPaw winced and his ears dropped as Silane yelled at him. He looked at her with an innocent "What did I do?" expression, but after he heard Andre's voice his ears shot back upright and he looked over at him, "Andre!" He paused, "Hey...I'm not much of a pup anymore!" He chuckled in a voice no longer belonging to a pup, but a young man.

SketchPaw gaped at Silane, "Silane!!!!" She growled in disbelief, "First you steal that baby and then just drop him on the ground!! You psychopath!!"