The internet is a storm of URLs, wi-fi and strings of dangerous code, whirling and thundering. Out in the wilderness you can only survive so long unaided, but in here, behind the mellow yellow windows, a safe and comforting place awaits. This place is a respite from the internet; the fire crackles invitingly and alluring rainbow-coloured drinks are poured into glasses. Exciting chatter fills the rooms from tables bustling with friends, eating from trays of warm, rustic carum bread and hearty stews. Gentle music comes from the band in the background.
[image description: a busy tavern lit by orange light]
Come in, chat away, have a great time! The old location may have been overrun by the Codekind, but this new building has three-meter thick walls, three floors and turret bedrooms to rest in at the top! We’ve returned, free from the battles of the secret pages! A safe micro-community of equality and no judgement. Hang up your HTML-reflective suit at the door and settle in with a drink and a meal.
Notice Board: Free candy in the bowl on the counter! What types of candy are there? Yes.
The door burst open. Cool autumn wind rushed in, with red and yellow leaves blown in. The Hazelpage occupants turned to look at the door. A girl in a black cloak stood at the entrance. She pushed her hood back, revealing that her hair was a dirty-blonde with darker and lighter streaks, and a dark blue dyed forelock. Her blue-grey eyes surveyed the room. She walked in and closed the door, then hurried to a seat, black boots tapping on the wooden floor. Scanning the menu, she grins. Then she hops out of her seat and skips up to the bar. Leaning on the thick wood, she signaled for the barmaid to take her order. “I’d like a Pear Blossom Fiz, please, and a cheeseburger and fries if you have any.”
After getting her meal, which isn’t a cheeseburger, but instead a thick slice of sourdough bread with butter and jam, she returns to her seat in a far corner of the tavern. In the shadows of the room, she is quickly forgotten. She eats quickly, then goes back to the bar to rent a room for the night. When she gets a room key and a de-cookie-er, she hurries up the stairs and disappears into one of the upstairs rooms. As soon as she is upstairs, the door opens again. A boy walks in, his dark red hair whipping in the wind that has picked up outside, steel-grey eyes darting from person to person, looking for someone. His skin is pale, like he doesn’t spend much time outside, and his dark green cloak is dripping code. The door slams shut behind him as he stalks up to the bar. “Where is the girl who just came in?” He demands. The barkeep stares at him, baffled and confused. “Where is Jayde?” The boy asks again.
“U-upstairs, in Turret Room 7,” the barkeep stutters. “Who are you?” He asks, regaining some of his composure.
“Me?” The boy smiles. “My name is Havoc. Havoc Codebreaker.”
Havoc storms up the stairs before anyone can process his name. He comes to the top floor, and stands in front of the door marked 7. He bangs on the door. The girl opens it, then yelps and slams it in his face when she sees who he is.
“Come out, Jayde,” he demands.
“My name isn’t Jayde, it’s Bluefire,” the girl protests.
“When you were Codekind, your name was Jayde,” Havoc reminds. “We want you back in our ranks.”
“No.” Bluefire peeks out of the door again. “I’ll never join the Codekind again.”
“You don’t have a choice,” Havoc snarls. He darts into the room before she can close the door again, then slams it shut before she can escape. “You’re coming with me, whether you like it or not.”
“What happened to you?” Bluefire says, dismayed. “You weren’t like this before you joined the Codekind!”
“The Codekind made me strong. They gave me power. They can give you power too, Jayde, and you can fight by my side again!” Havoc stretches out a hand to her. Bluefire steps back, shaking her head.
“Power corrupts,” she murmurs.
“So be it,” Havoc growls.
Make this into a fanfic
PLEEEEEEEASASAASEEE
i am
Bluefire you are so so so so so so so good at fanfics
Please continue with the one on my secret clan and maybe at one point you could type them all up on the fanfic page ! ??
Yayyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!
Ooh I love this!
Iceflower, who had dragged a chair behind the bar, rose from the rickety old stool and grabbed a glass, wiping the dust from its rim before filling it with a bubbly, cheerful-looking green liquid. She slid it over to the customer in front of her, resting her chin in her hands. “Anything else?” She looked around for the girl who had requested a cheeseburger, but turned back to the girl before her. Iceflower took a glass for herself and filled it to the brim with an odd, fizzing orange concoction. “Pumpkin juice,” she said before taking a sip. “Seasonal beverage. Would you like a menu? You don’t really need a menu. I can make pretty much anything if I put my mind to it. But menus can always be helpful.” She slid a thin, worn-looking menu across the counter, downing the rest of her pumpkin juice. She looked out at the patrons, a sour look on her face.
“What are you staring at?”
A minute later, she was back on her stool, a stale, buttered roll in hand. She whapped it against the counter a few times, frowning.
There’s a flash of light from upstairs. The patrons of Hazelpage glance at the stairs before going back to their drinks. But they look up again when dark lines of code start trickling down the stairs. Bluefire staggered down the stairs, black codelines dripping down her cloak, dragging her down. She glanced up at the bar and made eye contact with Iceflower.
“Help me,” she begged.
Then Havoc bounded down the stairs and tackled her, pinning her against the wall and putting a knife against her throat.
Iceflower launched herself over the bar, knocking her glass to the ground. She flinched as it shattered, sending shards of glass skidding across the wooden floor. Unsure of who her attacker was or what their intentions were, she faltered, fixing her green stare on the assailant. “Put the knife down.” Her hand inched toward her bag, long fingers searching.
“Make me,” Havoc seeths, pressing the cool steel closer to Bluefire’s neck. The girl whimpers, fighting not to cry.
“Don’t do this,” Bluefire begs. “Please don’t do this.”
“The Hazelpage is supposed to be a place of peace,” the girl, Iceflower, reminds. “So put the knife down.” Havoc glares, but remembers the Peace Contracts put into place. If anyone inside the Hazelpage harmed another, they would be kicked out. Havoc can’t risk that, not now. He glowers as he sheathes the knife. Bluefire slumps against the wall, breathing a sigh of releif.
“This isn’t over,” Havoc snarls before stalking out the door. It slams shut, blocking out unfriendly codes. Bluefire heaves a sigh of relief.
“What was that about?” Iceflower asks Bluefire. Bluefire freezes.
Oh no, she thinks, not now.
(We don’t usually control other people/their characters (fursonas? 😛 ) here, some people don’t like it much. 🙂 )
Iceflower scowled at the spot where the attacker had stood just moments ago. “Good riddance.” She swept off toward the bar, leaping over it with all the grace of a deer. “You,” she said, back turned, “need a milkshake. Calms the nerves.” She turned. “Who in the name of my Great-Aunt Eva was that?” She slid a glass onto the counter, the contents a rich pink colour and topped with an impossibly tall mountain of whipped cream. “Hope you like strawberry.”
The door slammed open as another blogclanner entered the room. Cloaked in shimmering purple and green, she turned toward the scene on the stairs. Her dark, shadowed eyes were filled with all the sadness in the world as she threw back her hood, revealing her dark, almost black, brown hair that shimmered in the faint light.She noticed the assailant gap in surprise. She smiled, magic was a great distraction. Using some of the same magic that had made her beautiful, she sent a shimmering bolt of purple and green sparks at the knife in his hand. It shadered, but the girl didn’t even wince. With a quick jerk of her arm, she sent him reeling toward the stairs unbalanced, and fingers away from Iceflower’s bag. His arms pin wheeling, fell down the stairs, and was knocked unconscious on the way.
Delicately stepping over his body, she made her way to the girls at the top of the steps. ” That was Havoc wasn’t it.” Her eyes were glassy as she turned her face away.
Without waiting for an answer she made her way to the bar, calling over her shoulder “Irismist, I’m Irismist”, retreating to the shadows.
Iceflower planted her hands on her hips, behind the bar once more. “Well, Irismist,” she said, green eyes narrowed, “do you want anything?” She gestured toward an empty stool in front of the counter. “Or are you looking for a room?”
Sorry I wrote that before the part about Havoc sheathing his knife was moderated. Anyway, ignoring what I wrote before…
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“Um…” Irismist looked at her, eyes all-knowing. ‘What do you have to drink?”
Irismist was wary, refusing to sit, and she knew this was her intial response to everything. One of the perks of being a seer she knew. And she had seen this green-eyed girl, Iceflower, before. She was in one of her visions. If only Irismist could remember which.
“I think I would like a Raspberry peach fizz, and, where am I?” Irismist looked around, dazed. She realized that the effects of using so much magic were starting to kick in.
Iceflower turned to make the drink, and Irismist felt faint. She felt a tingly sensation as her dark blue eyes returned to their normal hazel, and her raven locks returned to their usual brown and honey color. As the final pulse rushes to her face, covering it in faint freckles, Irismist felt the floor rushing to meet her. Her mind was filled with thoughts of code-kind and her eyes filled with purple and green sparks.
Iceflower leaned over the bar, eyes narrowed. “Hey, you down there!” She said, frowning. Jumping over the counter yet again, she reached a hand out to the girl. “Are you alright?” She looked back up at the bar and, stretching, grabbed the glass of raspberry peach fizz she had made. “Here.”
(That’s alright, just try to keep it in mind in the future. 🙂 )
Irismist shook her head, trying to clear to pain and fog. She felt like screaming at everyone to beware the Codekind, but she knew from experience where that would get her. People didn’t like seers. They feared people who could see more than they could see. But this place, the Hazelpage, seemed much safer than other places, and she trusted this girl.
“I’m a seer” Irismist felt herself admitting long-kept secrets. Not that they were much of secrets anymore, after her whole shebang, throwing her magic around. “And I have seen Codekind, and Havoc, before. They aren’t up to any good.” Remembering how Havoc had originally threatened the other girl, Bluefire, Irismist whirred around and rushed to the stairs, knocking over a chair on the way. Her hands glowed purple with a magic that Irismist couldn’t control. She just rushed on, hoping she wouldn’t explode the place.
Irismist ran up the stairs, she left trails of magical sparks. If a seer like her couldn’t tell what was going on, maybe she could.
Iceflower rested her chin in her hands. “Bye, then.” She said, watching the girl go. She listed her head. A seer? How interesting.
Haha, what do I do here? 😛
I think it’s RP and discussion. Do u want to RP w/ me?
Role play!
“Wait… What?” Brightwing asked, scared, to the person next to her. “Who are the Codekind? What’s happening to Bluefire?”
(heyyyy guess who hasn’t been here in a while
like a REALLY LONG TIME I’m so sorry *sobs*
so can someone fill me in on what’s happening)
Basically…
Bluefire came in and then this creepy guy called Havoc came to take Bluefire back to the Codekind and called her Jayde (the name when she was part of the Codekind) and she was like what happened to you Havoc you used to be nice. Then Bluefire refused to come so Havoc lifted up a knife, but Icy stopped him and Havoc left with a chilling ‘this is not over’ kind of line. Icy asks Bluefire what that was about, but Bluefire is saved from answering because Irismist (who’s very powerful and has had a vision about Icy that she can’t quite remember about) comes along and orders a raspberry peach fizz, before feinting away with thoughts of the Codekind after using too much power before hand in changing her appearance. Icy has just reached out a hand to help her. Then through this I’m like what? what’s happening and nobody has cared to fill me in with what the Codekind are, so it’s still a mystery. And now Rainsong has just entered with Mapleshade and Featherstep behind her on the next page.
Happy role playing! 😀
Noooooooo I forgot to change my name to Brightshadow 🙁
Rainspirit walked in the door, glancing around nervously.
“H-hello?” She asks nervously. Two cats, one of them scarred and half-transparent, follow behind her.
“Oh, come on. It’s not like you’re taking a stroll through the Dark Forest!” The scarred one pushes past her. “My name’s Mapleshade. I’d like a Pear Blossom Fizz, and make it snappy.” She leaps up onto a stool and puts a paw on the bar, half-unsheathing her claws.
“Mapleshade, people might not have the best reaction to your… um… presence,” the other one says. Mapleshade snorts and rolls her eyes.
“Aw, you’re such a killjoy, Featherstep.” Mapleshade flicks her tail in annoyance. Rainspirit sits down on an old barstool and mutters something inaudibly into Featherstep’s ear, a worried look in her blue eyes. Featherstep nods and leaps up on to her lap.
“Could I have a Pear Blossom Fizz as well?” Rainspirit asks, slightly calmer.
(I can’t reply until Monday, but plz reply :3)
I just found this out now 😛 What exactly do we role play about?
Pretty much anything that comes up. 🙂 The roleplay is set in a bar, though there are all sorts of things going on 🙂 Here is an example of one on the old blog 🙂 (Don’t question 😛 ) https://blogclan.katecary.co.uk/blogclan-tavern/df0bf6a58ae5b149bad728359d63b4cc/comment-page-8/#comments
Wait: That’s not actually the old Hazelpage 😛 Nevermind, but it is one of the old roleplays 🙂 😀
Currently, I think some people were making it Halloween themed 🙂 And Bluefire is currently being attacked 🙂
A girl with long flowy blue-gray hair walks into the bar. She decides not to takes a look around, and finds a corner to sit in and study everyone.
Lionpaw looked at the chest of Halloween items, “Holy cheese and crackers! There’s a lot of stuff in here!” Taking out a black jumpsuit, black shoes and black lipstick, she put the all on, along with other spooky accessories. With a glance at the trapdoor, she added, “Anyone wanna join me through there? Just grab a rucksac of spooky stuff and join me!” All said whilst packing a pumpkin shaped rucksac full of fake spiders and sweets and orange / black stuff.
Iceflower grinned and swung herself over the bar, now donning a ragged-looking gown, black lace sleeves draping over her thin shoulders, a silky black veil perched stop her head, fluttering with her every movement. “No need.” Her face split into a smile, teeth flashing white against crimson lips.
Grabbing armfuls of various objects from the chest, she dashed madly around the little tavern, glittering black streamers now dangling from the low ceiling, brushing the heads of patrons as if to welcome them. After what could have been mere minutes or even days, grinning jack-o-lanterns peered from corners, spiderwebs clung to the dusty windows, and a ridiculously large cauldron sat just by the door, filled to the brim with sweets of all kinds. Several tiny, but otherwise identical, cauldron rested on tables, some holding sweets, others containing tall green candles, emerald wax dripping down, down, down into the cauldron below.
Iceflower looked up, her veil lopsided. “Overkill?” She asked meekly, studying the little bar.
Lion was silent, trying very hard not to gasp or hold her jaw open in shock, then she spoke, “Noooooooo… Not overkill at all…..” And winked at the end. “I think it’s actually rather nice to be honest.” This not being sarcasm. “Wanna join me on the quest down the trapdoor? I think an adventure is about to start.” This was said with another wink and also a grin.
Iceflower listed her head, ragged veil flopping to the side. “And leave this nice, cozy tavern? Without a bartender?” She paused and seemed to think. “I think I’ll stay behind. You know, where it’s safe and there are no aliens.” Digging through her seemingly endless bag, she tossed what looked like a dented old can attached to an exceptionally long string to Lion. “Keep me updated.”
“I’ll come instead!” Shadowedpaw called. “You’re jumpsuit looks tasty!”
Lion looked up, “Are you sure? Aliens are the fun of it.” She took the can and smiled, “Feel free to join, I still need to recruit more for this adventure!”
Orange frosting slid off of Iceflower’s cheek and fell to the floor with a splat. “I have matters to deal with here.” She said simply, glancing at Emberdawn. She reached for the glass of pumpkin juice she had prepared a moment ago and drank deeply, still eyeing her opponent.
The girl looked warily at the place where Havoc had been, then at the girl he had attacked. Probably the Codekind, she thought. She didn’t know much, but she knew enough to steer clear of them. (Is it ok if I’m slipping into ur RP?). The girl fixed her jade eyes on the girl, who was now chatting with another girl, who had just handed her a drink. Should I see if she’s alright? Deciding against it, the girl cracked open the door, wincing as the cold night air blew in as well as a gust of snow. Trying not to be noticed, she slipped through the door and headed off into the night, pulling her coat tight around her. I need to see what this is all about, she thought. She notices a thin trail of code in the snow. Interesting…she thought, stepping off into the trees. She followed the lines of code, watching…listening.
Irismist walks through the door to the Hazelpage, pulling back the hood to her purple and green cloak, revealing light hazel eyes and dark brown hair. She takes a look around, trying to find someone to talk to. So far she had seen a two girls, two cats scary looking cats, the bartender, and… there! Over in the corner sat a girl with blue-grey hair, sitting alone. Irismist took off her shimmering cloak and walked over to the girl, her boots making soft thumps on the ground. She was dressed in a deep purple skirt that reached her ankles, with slits down the sides to make it easier to walk. Like her flowing purple and green top, the skirt shimmered with soft magic.
She pulled up a seat next to the girl. “Hi, my name’s Irismist. You can call me Iris, or Misty, or Irisy. Wait, no, that’s weird. Anyway, wht’s your name?
(o h m y g o d I h a v e f o u n d t h e h a z e l p a g e
I only remember it from the old blog omg thank god it’s still here AA
don’t mind if I slip in 😉 )
A figure’s breath escaped into the cold air in white puffs. A rough, dirty brown cloak draped over the shivering female as she tucked her hands beneath the cloth, clutching it tightly to her chest. She trekked on through the howling wind, her cheeks red in the cold, getting closer to the so-called Hazelpage . She peered out from under the shadow of her hood, revealing two narrow, brown eyes and reached out towards the doorknob. With shaky fingers, it turned, and the door let out a groan as it grudgingly opened. The warmth of shelter seeped out, and the girl quickly stepped in, her shoes clanking against the floor. She pushed it softly shut, stepping to the side, placing her hands before her lips, and breathed out, quickening the warmth returning to her stiff hands.
Iceflower looked up, green eyes alight with mild interest. “Can I get you anything?” She called, her long fingers creeping for a glass. Looking at the fireplace, flames flickering weakly, she sighed, a scowl crossing her otherwise peaceful face. Reaching for her bag, she tossed something into the flames and watched, satisfied, as the fire crackles merrily once more.
Flowerpaw watched the flames, slipping off her hood, shadows dancing across her pale face. “Pear blossom fizz, if you can.” She replied softly, smoothing down her cloak as she slipped into a seat, glancing at the activity around her in curiosity. She rubbed her hands together, casually covering her mismatched eyes slightly with strands of her hair.
Iceflower swept over, grabbing the veil and tearing it off her head. “Cursed thing.” She muttered. A moment later, a tall, clear glass sat before the stranger, bubbling cheerfully.
Emberdawn strolled in from a back door, redoing all the locks and tossing her cloak into the employees rest area. “Sorry I’m late, Ic-What in blazes have you done to the place?” She complained, having walked into a face full of streamers.
Iceflower squinted her bright eyes, taking a sweet from the cauldron on the counter and throwing it at Emberdawn. “Party pooper.” She drawled. “It’s spooky now, don’t you think?” She said, gesturing wildly to the various decorations. “It’s not my fault you’re so tall.” She planted her hands on her hips, feeling quite put out by her own short stature.
The sweet bounced off the girl’s forehead, leaving her rubbing the spot as blue eyes met green. “Party pooper? Are you sure?” She said, discreetly grabbing a pastry from a table. “Because I think I’m going to kick it up a notch! Food fight!” Emberdawn hurled the pastry at her friend.
Iceflower attempted to duck behind the bar, but unfortunately, she misjudged the distance and her forehead bounced off the edge of the counter. “Ow!” She fixed her green stare on Emberdawn, a bruise rapidly forming on her forehead. Grabbing a forgotten stack of pancakes meant for some poor, hungry customer, she flung one towards Emberdawn, smirking.
Emberdawn let out a yelp as the pancake smacked into her face. She pulled it off, tossed it aside on some dirty dishes to be cleaned up, and tossed an orange cupcake at Iceflower.
Iceflower tapped her foot impatiently, making sure to glare at Emberdawn extra-hard as she threw a banana in her general direction. Orange frosting clung to her hair and half of her face, the cupcake splattered on the floor beneath her feet.
Emberdawn reached out and caught the banana, sticking a tongue out at Iceflower. She raised a hand in greeting to Wavesplash before making her way to the counter. “I win~”
Iceflower frowned. “Let the record show I did not start the fight.”
“You’re the one who did the surprise decorating,” she replied, putting the banana back in its place, then stretched. “I’ll clean up the tavern and then start my shift.”
Iceflower tapped her fingers together, eyes serene once again. “Insinuating I want to finish my shift?” She said sweetly.
“Well, work hours say yes, but you know that you can always stick around,” Emberdawn replied, grabbing a clean wash cloth for Iceflower. “You could always work overtime, but I’m not sure how Hazelburrow would feel about having to pay you extra.”
Iceflower wiped the frosting from her face. “Who says I want to be paid?” She shrugged. “I just like cooking. And decorating. And throwing things. But mostly the cooking and decorating. Also, manning the counter.” She bent down as if to hug the counter, which proved awkward and difficult. “I love the counter.”
Emberdawn stared blankly at her co-worker. “Ooooooooooooooooooookay, well, I’m just gonna go and uh clean up,” she said slowly before reaching over the counter and pulling at the broom handle.
She nodded thanks, reaching out and curling her fingers around the glass. She rested her other elbow against the wooden table, drumming her nails on her chin as it rested on her palm. She twirled the glass slightly, watching it slosh around slowly. She sighed, sliding her patched cloak off her delicate shoulders, tucking it into a leathery bag, revealing a crimson outfit with several series of pockets. She sipped a bit of the beverage, blinking as it flowed down her throat.
Seeing someone new coming in, someone who didn’t already know everyone, the blue-gray haired girl stood up. In a few short strides she was standing in front of the brown-eyed girl. “Hello,” She said, “I’m Blueheart.”
Flowerpaw turned in her seat, squinting through her white-tipped strands, almost forgetting she had put on brown contacts before entering. She breathed out in relief. No one will know. Relax. “Um, hello. Nice to meet you. I’m Flowerpaw.” She reached out one hand for a shake.
Blueheart suspiciously grabbed the girl’ hand and shook it uncertainly. “Have you any idea what this place is?” She asked.
“I’ve only visited this place once before. All I can grant you with certainty is this: it’s safe here.” Flowerpaw replied softly, adverting her eyes.
“Hmmm safe?” Blueheart wondered. “Safe isn’t normally how I like to roll. But I guess I can hang.” She sat down beside Flowerpaw.