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[ { "text": "Lirrah parted with her customers, having sold a relatively good amount, and packed up before heading over to the briefing. The Demon woman, notably, seemed to be able to vanish rather quickly for one so big. If a Demon could truly just come and go as they pleased, it was perhaps a little bit alarming, but more in a cosmic sense than an immediate one.\n\nWell, as long as her pastries were well-liked, she probably wouldn't be killed.\n\nLirrah heard Velvetica out, knowing that having her finger on the pulse of the latest goings-on was a great tool for a merchant, and also a fantastic way to not die. Lirrah didn't get get the Juyuem vitriol against necromancy. Though Ila-Nem also warned against their evils, it wasn't quite so ingrained in her people. Hadriyu were the more pressing concern, but perhaps one's scorpion men were another's necromancers.\n\nHadriyu were, by nature, monsterous Nem-killers. Was there something in the nature of necromancy that ensured a particularly monsterous person? If not for the mindless undead craving for flesh, eternal unskilled labor seemed a good business prospect. Though if that's what a necromancer wanted, they could just learn to make golems. It was probably that innate viciousness that could be pointed to in any civilized discussion about the subject: mindless undead were killing machines, and if a necromancer were to lose control, they would continue plaguing the world until dismantled.\n\nLike a Hadrid.\n\nLirrah felt some degree of disgust well after anyone who actually despised necromancy, but she got there. Only, she looked as if she hated necromancers the entire time she was debating whether or not there might be any business viability. She knew her clientele. All the people around her hated it, so she hated it too. She looked just as disgusted by the mention of the dark arts as anyone else.\n\nAn easily-changing value system was yet another magnificent tool for a merchant.\n\nOnce she was finished speaking, Lirrah timidly approached her. Velvetica was yet another person who was kind of scary, though by no means tall. Lirrah knew, however, that she was good-hearted. Even if everyone told her not to spend time on bandits, she could not ignore those in front of her.\n\nLirrah understood this value firsthand.\n\n\"San'yashu, lady Hraesleg,\" Lirrah greeted her softly. It wasn't really something she wanted a lot of other people to hear. She looked up at the woman, eyes glistening innocently, and briefly wondered if the fact that Lirrah had to look up at her when they spoke made Velvetica feel tall.\n\nLirrah hoped this was the case.\n\n\"I would not dare ask you to leave anyone pehind on my account, nor ask for anyone to escort me to home camp. You need as many people as you can get to deal with these awful necromancers, so... I was actually thinking I would like to help you more! To do my part for Velt,\" she lied as naturally as she breathed, \"I wanted to pring some items along, and maybe help keep an eye out. My eyes are very good in the gloom, and I am an expert at avoiding danger! Only... I do still get scared. May I count on you, again, to see me through the night? E-even though I am weak... I would like to do something.\"\n\nLirrah turned her meek and cute act up to maximum. If this didn't make Velvetica want to protect her with everything she could, Lirrah didn't know what would.", "username": "Octo", "char_name": "Lirrah Matayannah" }, { "text": "Kayliss Lambert\n\nAs the briefing finished, Kayliss folded her arms in front of her from her position in the back corner of the gathering, her brow furrowed in thought. Necromancers. A vexing enemy for her, all told. Certainly, the mages themselves were but mere men if they were taken off guard, her skillset and tools didn't quite work for dealing with actual undead. Blades and poison designed to cut to a living target's vitals weren't exactly effective when dealing with deadened veins and shambling bones. Fortunate that the Lions had so many heavier fighters better suited to dealing with undead chaff. \n\nOf course, that didn't preclude the option of their superior officer already having an idea of what to do with her. So with that in mind, Kayliss silently wove her way through the gathered crowd and to the front, waiting patiently some distance away from the camp's nem merchant while she made her appeal. The Crownsblade briefly narrowed her eyes down at the side of Lirrah's head. A walking equipment caddy, and requiring an escort? Kayliss had her own opinion on that, though she wouldn't give it unless asked. A waste of resources and men that could be utilized more efficiently. If the merchant thought her stock would be useful, then she could at least be bothered to hand it out to those who would actually be getting their hands dirty. \n\nRegardless, as the...girl? Woman? Nem of an age Kayliss couldn't quite distinguish finished her appeal, the assassin simply appeared in Velvetica's peripheral vision, bowing her head to the Steel Princess.\n\n\"Any specific orders, my lady? Otherwise, I assume I've your permission to embed myself within another unit?\" While she'd prefer Cadmon and Istvan's aid thanks to familiarity and the fact that they would know how to properly utilize her, it wasn't exactly Kayliss's choice.", "username": "Psyker Landshark", "char_name": "Kayliss Lambert" }, { "text": "\"Good thing spreading nasty rumors like that is bad for business then, ain't it Ms. Lambert?\"\n\nUrden had no intention of spreading gossip or rumors, they didn't pay well first off, not the kind he could source at least. Secondly he liked his ribs and kidney where it was without being perforated, and if he was lucky it'd only happen in his sleep. Of course, the Lad himself chimed in that, no, she was lovely company and not all daggers and glaring them. All a bit above his paygrade, really, he wasn't an infiltrator or assassin. He earned his coin the hard way, one axe swing at a time. Granted that frame of time might be incredibly short depending on his efforts, but that was neither here nor there. Before he could chime in the meeting for select soldiers was finally called and he was among them for the briefing. Time to see what the scouts had come reporting back on, and what Boss had in mind for them to go and clean up tonight.\n\nCorpse defilers seemed to be the order of the day, which meant tangling with reanimated carcasses. Urden wouldn't lie and say that he was looking forward to this. Bandits, thugs, and the like could be intimidated into surrendering or otherwise routed. Reanimated bodies though, that was grim work near as he understood it. Not like it was his specialty either, but hell, he wasn't paid to have misgivings or concerns. One of the bluebloods or magic folks would probably get into some drawn out duel with the head of this band of corpse stealers, while folks like him were cleaning up the real mess. He got paid the same either way, and since this wasn't going to be particularly glamorous or career building he could settle for just hacking through anything unfortunate enough to be shambling in front of him. That being said, he didn't exactly have much of value to chime in with, so he found himself a place to sit down and rest a bit before the impending violence, mostly talking to himself.\n\n\"Seems like this'll be my good deed for the week, putting the defiled back in the ground where they belong.\"", "username": "Eisenhorn", "char_name": "Urden Antiac" }, { "text": "Roger Falkner and Shortclaw\n\nSo, they would be facing necromancers.\n\nRoger was unsure what sort of magic they'd be facing. Obviously they'd be facing the horrors of necromancy, but surely these evil mages would have other arcane tricks. In any case, they needed to be stopped. If the Steel Princess was correct, if these necromancers were searching for a specific tomb, then they couldn't be given any more opportunity to uncover it. Additionally, if there were living prisoners still among them, it was all the more pressing that that their captors be swiftly struck down.\n\nThe Griffin Knight wasn't sure what sort of tactics the enemy would use. Just how precise of orders could a necromancer command an undead minion? Would it tax or divert the puppeteer's attention, to issue commands to their rotted puppets? It went without saying that walking corpses would feel no fear and exhibit no hesitation, thus any attempts to rattle them would have no effect. Against a foe that would not- or more accurately, could not- yield, they'd have to go through, around, or over the undead to get to their vile masters.\n\nWhen the Lamia gave her account, it took Roger a split second to realize that she was referring to him, misnamed as he had been.\n\n\"I am ready to go,\" he assured Velvetica, as he glanced at his mount, \"And it looks like Shortclaw is, too.\" The griffin still had plenty of energy after their scouting flight. \"Oh, and my name is Roger,\" he added, addressing the Lamia.\n\n@VitaVitaAR", "username": "Crimson Paladin", "char_name": "Roger Falkner" } ]

[ { "text": "Cadmon Demet\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\"Perhaps I'm expecting too much intelligence from our target,\" Cadmon started slowly, turning from Guillaume back to the wider discussion. \"But this seems a bit too transparent, unless we intend to put our helpful merchant in harm's way. If they're even remotely competent—and given the success they've been having, we've no reason to assume they aren't—they'll have some clue that they've been watched. Tracked. Some clue that we're here.\" It would be utterly ridiculous if this cult thought otherwise, given that Velvetica's band was not exactly small.\n\nIf they somehow weren't aware, he'd execute their leader himself given the chance for the sheer stupidity of it. \"For a strategy like that, we'd be better off waiting for an actual supply train to use as unwitting bait. Let them lull themselves into a false sense of security, thinking that we're giving them time to work, prepare, or simply remove themselves. Otherwise, I imagine they're expecting us to commit full force like a band of holy warriors seeking to...I don't know, stamp out their blight from the land or some such.\n\n\"I suggest we do something they wouldn't expect, but would put their trust in, and treat them as a genuine military target.\" He sweeped his hand to encompass the two next to him, his knuckles rapping against István's breastplate at the end of the gesture as he pointed to Urden with the other. \"Send out our own smaller raiding parties. Skirmishers from the vanguard, testing their defences. Lighter groups, but still tantalizing targets. They'll think they can fairly safely hunt down and kill these raiders we send to test their mettle, add their corpses and any of their own fallen to their forces, and that we'll be waiting for the return of any survivors and their word—giving these cultists time to fortify, or perhaps to achieve their goal and vacate the area.\"\n\nAll standard, by the book tactics, up to that point. Send out the expendables to determine the strength of the enemy force, wait and draw up a new plan if they turn out to be stronger than initially estimated. \"Instead, against common practice, we'll populate these raiding parties with some of our best, who can make sure to draw these brigands out, make them commit more than they otherwise might have. Not expecting that we'll be far closer than they expect, and after they've spread their lines thin we can mount our full assault: Our main can envelop their extended parties sent chasing our raiders, cleaning them up quickly as we all recombine and push into them. Accelerating the course of the battle, rather than attempting a deception which seems—to me—too likely to be caught on.\"", "username": "The Otter", "char_name": "Cadmon Edricsson Demet" }, { "text": "Kayliss Lambert\n\n\"Understood.\" Kayliss saluted in acknowledgement of her orders given, her mind already going over the best methods to deal with spellcasters. Unknown territory and speed being of the essence narrowed her options considerably. Unfortunate that she wouldn't have as much preparation time as she would have liked, but that was the nature of military operations. Not exactly an unfamiliar situation for herself at this point. \n\nAs much as Kayliss would have preferred to go for the kill straight away with her tactics, the lethal poisons she used were more effective when ingested rather than when coated on a weapon. That left paralytics and mana inhibitors. Of the two, the latter would be more useful in this situation. It was more likely that a caster had a countermeasure to paralysis than temporarily slowing the flow of their mana. A quick mental review of her stores told Kayliss that she did have a vial of it, but only the one. More would be preferable so that she wasn't relying on a single weapon to deliver the toxin. Fortunate that the camp merchant was so readily available, then. And offering a discount.\n\nWhile Cadmon suggested an altered plan to Velvetica, Kayliss quickly located some spare parchment on her employer's desk and took it. She reached for the ink and quill and quickly scribbled out a list of the necessary herbs to brew more of the mana inhibitor, blowing on the ink to dry it faster. With that done, she stalked over towards the Nem, silent as can be, and practically shoved her impromptu shopping list into the diminutive woman's face from the side. \n\n\"I'll be needing these for the operation. Given that I'm under direct orders from the Lady, I trust that the discount you just mentioned applies, yes?\" Kayliss murmured tonelessly down to Lirrah, her blank stare potentially intimidating to some. The herbs weren't rare, but not common either. Given that, they would cost a decent sum. Considering Velvetica did pay her, Kayliss could certainly afford it. But not taking advantage of a lowered price when it was available would be idiotic.", "username": "Psyker Landshark", "char_name": "Kayliss Lambert" }, { "text": "Gisela\n\nListening quietly, the mage couldn't help but frown as Cadmon outlined his plan. Maybe it would work from a tactical perspective--she was hardly trained in military planning--but from a magical one, it struck her as crucially flawed. Unfortunately, that meant that she had to give up on her preferred anonymity and speak up.\n\n\"Against a necromancer of unknown quantity, I would encourage everyone to avoid splitting into small groups. It would be too easy for any loss to be turned against us; if a single party is surprised beyond what it can handle, then not only would we be down half a dozen men, it would be as if they had turned traitor and now stand against us,\" the mage answered, \"In the heat of battle, it would be an unlikely foe that could raise a host as the battle progresses, but only moderate skill would be needed with minutes to spare.\"\n\nThere was even the other risk--if their foes included necromancers, could it not be that they had other mages? The ability to maintain groups prepared for any eventuality would diminish the more they shrunk. The prospect of being able to lose one group to a surprise show of concentrated force, then have that group turned against them... diluting their strengths would only benefit the ones who could grow in power as there were more fights.\n\nOtter", "username": "Raineh Daze", "char_name": "Gisela" }, { "text": "Cadmon Demet\n\n\n---\n\n@Raineh Daze\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nCadmon quickly turned his gaze to Gisela, a deeper frown than her own on his face. \"Then I suppose you'd like to dispense with the initial plan as well?\" he asked, with a short nod to Velvetica. \"Both entail us splitting apart our forces, after all, and I doubt that any of us are so lacking in sensibility that we'd leave whoever we send out as bait, in whichever manner, so wanting for aid so long—nor, assuming we pick who goes into my suggestion carefully, would they be so foolish as to strand each other.\n\n\"In either scenario, the rest of us will be close enough to step in when the time is right. Miss Lambert will be ready as soon as their defences are opened enough to go and remove the threat of their necromancer or necromancers. Otherwise, we may as well commit to a direct assault rather than play around with any attempted subterfuge and ambush.\"", "username": "The Otter", "char_name": "Cadmon Edricsson Demet" }, { "text": "Gisela\n\n\"One large group and bait is far less risky. Making a single group that can hold out until reinforcements has much less splitting, does it not? There is no need to supplement the most skilled with the average, or reliance that this cult doesn't have a surprise that can overwhelm a small group by numbers or magic alone.\"\n\n\"Are standard tactics not standard for a reason? If they err on the side of caution, then we can leverage our other offensive skills to force them out.\"", "username": "Raineh Daze", "char_name": "Gisela" }, { "text": "Cadmon Demet\n\n\n---\n\n@Raineh Daze\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\"Standard tactics would be sending out a basic raid without intent to immediately back them up, and without using them for nothing more than mild testing of the enemy defences,\" Cadmon said slowly. \"Assuming this cult hasn't completely set their own brains to rot like the corpses they dig up, the initial plan is more likely to be ignored as an obvious trick than it is to be taken as bait. It's neither standard nor effective from my view.\"", "username": "The Otter", "char_name": "Cadmon Edricsson Demet" } ]

[ { "text": "Lirrah looked up, wide-eyed, at her newest customer. Her first instinct was to run and hide, but she was stuck to the spot. As her brain processed the fact that there was, indeed, a gigantic demon woman standing in front of her, a few extra pieces of information clicked into place.\n\nNo one seemed to be panicking, at least not any more than one would panic before a confrontation. Some were maybe uncomfortable, but they weren't drawing their weapons. Searching her memory, Lirrah alighted upon a tidbit she once heard about a demon that she might see around one day. Apparently, one of their finger-wigglers could summon one, and she usually did this on the front lines. Since Lirrah tended to stay at base camp, it figured that she wouldn't have seen this woman before.\n\nLirrah had honestly thought it might have been a joke.\n\nBut even so, they didn't mention how damn big she was supposed to be. Ila-Nem, this demon was as tall as three of Lirrah standing on each other's shoulders! And so red!\n\nAfter standing dumbfounded for almost a minute, she managed to drag herself back to reality. If she was going to go near the front lines to help, she couldn't let things like this freak her out.\n\nBut she was so big-\n\n\"Puh-puh-pweased tomeechu!\" she found herself stammering like an ignoramus.\n\nShe looked around in a panic, and bolted back into her tent, quickly bringing out a few fruity pastries in her tiny, trembling arms. She was good with diplomacy, but not with bravery.\n\nShe wanted to tell the woman [on the house], but there wasn't a single bone in her body that would allow her to string those words together in that configuration. As if on instinct alone, she blurted out the inflated price she charges everyone.\n\n\"S-s-six hundred each! D-don't tell anypody I let you have some! I m-mean, i-if that's OK with you!\"", "username": "Octo", "char_name": "Lirrah Matayannah" }, { "text": "Cadmon Demet\n\n\n---\n\nLandshark@HereComesTheSnow\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nThe constant influx of information—useful or not—that came with his position was starting to grow tiresome. Subordinates constantly coming to report to him, day in and day out, and rarely was it on any topic more important than the weather. It was grating, even more than the armour he was currently being aided in donning. His sigh, though, was cut short with a wince as the strap of one pauldron was yanked tight around his upper arm.\n\nThe second soon after. Thank the goddesses for padding.\n\n\"That is quite enough, thank you,\" he interjected, cutting off one of the sergeants of the force he'd brought with him to the Lions. \"You haven't told me anything new in the time since we first made camp here. Go join the guards around the perimeter and keep an eye out for those scouts—I want to be sure they get to Lady Velvetica as quickly as possible once they arrive. Don't let them be distracted.\" He wasn't even entirely sure who was out scouting; if the griffin-rider was one of them, at least there was one person who could be trusted to follow through properly.\n\nCadmon tugged at the belt around his waist uncomfortably, though he knew it was better that than to have all the weight of his brigandine resting upon his shoulders. \"If any of you should happen to find István, tell him to meet me at the Lady's pavilion.\" Though whether or not the warrior would listen was another matter; Cadmon doubted he'd ever be able to command the man who half-raised him. \"Have my horse, weapons, and helmet waiting for me there. I'm not wandering around the camp with them all at once.\" With his own cadre of servants and aides so dismissed, Cadmon gathered up his gauntlets and made his way out of his tent into the wider camp.\n\nSilently ruing the fact that he hadn't left his bevor off for them to take alongside his other gear, he kept his head on a swivel as he took a meandering path towards the Steel Princess's center of command. Ostensibly, he could be said to be inspecting the forces; in truth, he had his eye out for one person in particular, hoping she wasn't deciding to practice her own skills at the current moment. A quick flash of blonde hair catching his eye between a pair of tents gave him all the notice he needed that she wasn't trying not to be found.\n\n\"Miss Lambert?\" he called in the direction he'd seen the assassin woman going. \"Care to join me?\"", "username": "The Otter", "char_name": "Cadmon Edricsson Demet" }, { "text": "Darkness falls. The night clouds shroud the camp and whipping the burning torches with a cold breeze. Flames flicker in defiance; keeping its warmth and light from snuffing out. The onslaught of the night wind is relentless but the fire roars alive. The fire's light scatters as a helmetless knight emerges from a tent.\n\nAs the knight approached the Hraesleg Lion's banner, he could feel the eyes of his fellow peers upon him. He took a deep breath, letting the cool night air fill his lungs before exhaling slowly. The sound of his own breath echoed in his ears as he continued to fasten the straps on his armour. His movements were deliberate and purposeful, a sign of his years of training and discipline. He could feel the weight of his mission bearing down upon him. He knew that he was about to face an unknown and strange enemy, one who would not hesitate to take everything, including the dead. But despite the gravity of the situation, he remained calm and focused, his thoughts centered on the task ahead.\n\nThe men near his tent were raucous, their laughter and banter filling the air. But as the knight approached, they fell silent, their attention drawn to the imposing figure before them. \"Excuse me, coming through,\" he nodded briefly while speaking in a gentle yet sincere tone, urging them to make way for him before carefully squeezing past.\n\nIt was a rather narrow walkway.\n\n\"Watch it Guillaume,\" they warn, \"We don't want to miss seeing your blonde arse take on those bandits with your sincere strikes.\"\n\nGuillaume ignored the jibe, knowing that the men were just trying to lighten the mood before the battle. He continued on his way, his eyes forward and fixed on the towering figure in the distance with two noticeable horns on their head. He quickly recognised her as the demon attached to the healer mage Gisela. The presence of a demon would normally alarm an entire holy crusade in the area-- but the existence of Krysia is a strangely welcome and reassuring presence.\n\nA merchant from the Matayannah Trading Company had set up a stall at the camp, offering a wide range of savoury goods to help satisfy the hunger needs of the people for the coming battle. It stood there unguarded... Perfect for any thieves to try to steal from. Where was the merchant?\n\nDaze \"But what if I only want the sweet pastry? The rest doesn't interest me,\" The demon's deep and melodious voice could be heard as Guillaume arrives at the stall. A feeling of dread and terror washes over the knight. Not from the presence of a demon, but rather from Gisela. It's a feeling that Guillaume hasn't gotten used to. He held firmly and adjusted his emotions.\n\n\"Good evening Gisela and Krysia.\" He greeted the two and calmly browsed the savoury snacks before him. Only now that Guillaume was able to see a pink-haired Nem shopkeeper behind the table, terrified of the demon while holding a tray of sweet pastries.\n\n\"S-s-six hundred each! D-don't tell anypody I let you have some! I m-mean, i-if that's OK with you!\"\n\n\"First time meeting Krysia?\" Guillaume's jovial voice resonated. \"The first time I met Krysia, I nearly summoned the local paladin. One mutton pie please!\"", "username": "VKAllen", "char_name": "Guillaume Fortier the Sincere (or Gil)" } ]

[ { "text": "MELANIE \n\n\n---\n\n\nLocation: Hraesleg Base Camp\nInteractions: @Conscripts\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n \"...yes, of course. It makes perfect sense that the plumes are not as well developed were it to not face the harsh updrafts of the mountain...\" Melanie mumbled, face buried in the notebook and quill again in hand, fiercely inscribing all that she had gathered of Shortclaw. A shame she didn't have the opportunity, but what little she did see inflamed her curiosity well enough on its own. A griffin! Of all beasts! And a magnificent specimen too, anyone would be taken by its grandeur. \n\n Melanie seemed completely unaware that an arrow landed next to her, continuing to mumble fragments of sentences that sprung in its nascence out of her mouth. Stray pages freed themselves from Melanie's notebook and dejectedly floated to the ground, folding itself and its rejected contents into nothing. \"...but the veracity of the dwarven records of the early sightings of the griffin has long since been tested by - GAH!\"\n\n Melanie looked up, momentarily confused and slightly annoyed at whatever thing derailed her note taking, before she acknowledged that it was another elf talking to her. Hraesleg Lions armor? Heavens alive, Melanie had let herself go again. What should someone think of her profession should they find such a disheveled looking maniac? Posthaste, she flicked out a brush and vigorously brushed out the dust from her hair to its natural flow, flattened out her robes and smiled at Irian in a precise and practiced manner, forgoing any acknowledgement of context. \"My name is Melanie Theria Layaneth, naturalist and archivist of all curios, pleased to meet you!\" \n\n There was a pause as Melanie fumbled her way back to try and recall what she missed. Why was he talking to her? This wasn't the forums, she wasn't going to get thrown out for pestering passerbys with questions. Something about...something about spying? Objectionable choice of words, but quite accurate. \"Yes, I am indeed gathering information about the Hraesleg Lions!\" Melanie said cheerily. \"There are quite a lot of rumors surrounding this detachment, and I simply had to see for myself. And deep apologies, but I didn't happen to catch your name?\"", "username": "PigeonOfAstora", "char_name": "MELANIE" }, { "text": "István Shilage\n\nOtter@Eisenhorn@Psyker Landshark\n\n\"We're taught to remember where we came from.\"\n\nAll told, there were little questions to be had as to just how the mercenary had come about to be plying his chosen trade beneath the banners of the Lions. The sharpness in his eyes told the tale his meager origin and nonexistent status belied, for what they lacked in the Goddess-given spark of noble bearing they made up for in shrewd observation. A battlefield veteran would need no less to survive well, and without any guarantee of underlings delegable for menial tasks like \"finding people\" and \"remembering who went where\", they were necessarily primed to assist him in picking up the slack these situations left on the individual. Where he lacked in formal sculpting, necessity had moulded him.\n\nSomething close to a smirk flickered across his face as they walked, the brew-clutching behemoth a pair of strides behind the golden-eyed hireling. Imagine Cadmon, having to run his own errands in such a way.\n\nThe North would have been eaten alive by Estival in weeks.\n\n\"And it seems such friendly fortune has graced you as well,\" came the booming rejoinder as the pair located his charge after a respectably short while, the young heir's slouch concealing his height and frame in a fashion to the older man would, one day, finally kick the hell out of him long enough to not be so recognizable. \"Yet still you refuse to cast aside such a dull expression, despite your lovely company. Anger her at your own peril, boy, an Crownsblade scorned is a shameful loss for us all.\"\n\nDespite his admonishing words, he spared the both of them any show of tutting or theatrics— Cadmon wouldn't buy it for a moment, and Lambert wouldn't find the humor. Instead, he simply strode forth, nodding his thanks to Urden as the task he'd set upon the man was now complete.\n\n\"Here.\" The mug in his right hand, slightly fuller than its twin, was thrust forth for the young Earl to accept. \"Drink. The drums of war are closing upon us. You'll need to be sharp.\"", "username": "HereComesTheSnow", "char_name": "István Shilage" }, { "text": "Roger Falkner and Shortclaw\n\nOne of the first things that Roger always noticed about Velvetica was her stature. It contrasted heavily with the voluminous tend that she resided, and even moreso next to the soldiers in her command. Roger himself wasn't particularly large compared to many of the other Lions, yet he still towered over his commander.\n\nOnly a fool would underestimate her, though. She was a hard, uncompromising woman, a skilled fighter with a dangerous enchanted sword, and a decisive leader willing take risks. Roger was one of those risks, in fact. An unproven knight from a family of griffin tamers, and she gave him a chance. He wasn't the only one either- Roger reckoned that many of the Lions, diverse as they were, had similar stories.\n\n\"We spotted large tracts of disturbed land near our enemy's location. It looks like they have been digging all over,\" he reported. \"We spotted some strange objects dotting the ground, and landed to investigate further. They were effigies of some sort, made out of bones and skulls.\"\n\nI should have cut it down and brought it back, Roger thought, worried that he might not be able to give an adequate description of those strange objects. Fortunately, he was not the only scout that had been sent out. The elf Irian, in particular, would probably be able to give a more concise and detailed description of whatever those things were.", "username": "Crimson Paladin", "char_name": "Roger Falkner" }, { "text": "@The Otter@Psyker Landshark\n\n\"Someone raised you right then, certainly tried to anyways.\"\n\nUrden was not one to waste time once on the path, however, and within a decently short span it seems that the subject of their search, the Lad himself, was calling out to Istvan. The comment in regards to having made a new friend got a snort out of the mercenary. Sure, happening upon the task of tracking this gloomy individual down certainly was quite the bonding experience, and he snuck in an off hand remark as he sidestepped to let Shilage take over being the one leading. Suited him anyways, most nobles weren't too keen on rubbing shoulders with those who traded their services in spilling blood for Librans, not that such a thought would keep his mouth in check.\n\n\"I blame the charming disposition and ability to hold a tune, who could turn away such a picture of friendliness and social graces?\"\n\nNormally, the nod would signal Urden's part to have been done with, and he'd have been on his way if it wasn't for the mention of a title most peculiar. Crownsblade, something he'd heard whispered in seedy dives and taverns frequented by those who just might have something to have feared from someone who bore such a title. He wasn't one to stake anything on rumors and hearsay alone, but if even a fraction of the fearful whispers were true, his life had just gotten a bit more interesting. His gaze shifted from the two men to the woman, the faint smile from his jesting resting on his face like a mask. He wasn't sizing her up, no point there if she really was a Crownsblade, given the rumors, rather contemplating if the dots connected, and what that meant for him. Nothing good, being aware of an assassin was bad for business, and he didn't fancy having to sleep with one eye even wider open than usual. That meant not simply scurrying off to go back to singing and waiting for an evening of violence, and testing the waters to see how this played out.\n\n\"And here I thought my good deed would go unrewarded. Urden Antiac, a pleasure to make your acquaintances.\"", "username": "Eisenhorn", "char_name": "Urden Antiac" } ]

[ { "text": "@Crimson Paladin\n\n\n\n---\n\nHraesleg Lions Base Camp\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nVal had make her way back to the base camp, not too far behind Hector. Though he had a flying mount and should logically have faster maneuverability, she was quite confident in her own agility in slithering among the tree branches. Arriving back, she looked toward the largest tent in the camp. Velvetica would soon call for her subordinates to regroup there and report their findings. She quickly made her way there, seeing her other allies following suit. She honestly was still a bit nervous in working with so many people from different backgrounds, but Vel would push those thoughts to the side for now. \n\nConvening in her tent, Valmyra had looked intently at their leader. She had already met Velvetica once before, when she personally came to her rebuilt village and recruited her. She was smaller in stature than most, and even more so compared to a lamia like Val. Despite this, her presence came with an undeniable authority and reliability that a seasoned leader would naturally give off. Besides, Val was not one to give assumptions based on another's appearance. As a lamia, she could tower over everyone in the room, depending on how she coiled her lower body. In this case, she did just that, but only because she didn't want to take up too much standing room. She blushed with a bit of bashfulness, not wanting to have drawn too much attention to herself. \n\nShe listened as the griffon rider gave his report. \"While I was there to observe as well, my near-sightedness prevented me from being able to properly see the effigies\" She said. \"Thankfully, Hector and his steed didn't have that problem.\" It didn't even occur to her that she could be getting the man's name wrong. \n\nApparently, the signs they saw indicate several different things. The leader didn't think that it was the work of bandits, or due to Ithillin criminals. Val's eyes narrowed with a predatory rage at the mention of that nation. She won't be forgetting what an attack from their warriors took from her. Velvetica told the group that the perpetrators were likely cultists, those who worshiped fell spirits. The thought of such people caused a sick feeling to well up inside Valmyra's stomach. She'd never understand what could lead a person to follow such a wretched faith. \n\n\"Just give word, and my lance will be at your ready.\"", "username": "AzureKnight", "char_name": "Valmyra Audron" }, { "text": "Gisela\n\n\"A briefing? Sounds boring, call me if a fight starts,\" the demon announced when everyone started gathering, turning to look at the merchant, \"Or if you can get another one of those pastries.\"\n\nWith that, she turned around and... well, seemingly just stepped forward. But, as if passing through an invisible doorway, she disappeared without any trace of having been there in the first place. It was always quite an odd sight to see, for the Hundi, because it didn't work anything like the teleportation magic she knew existed. There, you either had to move yourself via magic, or establish a stable connection first... both of which were highly visible.\n\nDemons didn't really obey the same rules as mortals did, so it was only to be expected.\n\nAt the briefing, the mage did her best to stay small and out of the way, especially once the actual threat was described. No, she had nothing to do with the raising of the dead... but she was a necromancer in practice, even if it was the legal, healing-oriented side of it. Better to not get the attention of so many armed and armoured soldiers whilst everyone was consumed by outrage. She might need to talk to Velvetica afterwards, though--\n\n--She might not be able to raise undead, but when it came to putting them down again, there were few people who had more options available.", "username": "Raineh Daze", "char_name": "Gisela" }, { "text": "Lirrah parted with her customers, having sold a relatively good amount, and packed up before heading over to the briefing. The Demon woman, notably, seemed to be able to vanish rather quickly for one so big. If a Demon could truly just come and go as they pleased, it was perhaps a little bit alarming, but more in a cosmic sense than an immediate one.\n\nWell, as long as her pastries were well-liked, she probably wouldn't be killed.\n\nLirrah heard Velvetica out, knowing that having her finger on the pulse of the latest goings-on was a great tool for a merchant, and also a fantastic way to not die. Lirrah didn't get get the Juyuem vitriol against necromancy. Though Ila-Nem also warned against their evils, it wasn't quite so ingrained in her people. Hadriyu were the more pressing concern, but perhaps one's scorpion men were another's necromancers.\n\nHadriyu were, by nature, monsterous Nem-killers. Was there something in the nature of necromancy that ensured a particularly monsterous person? If not for the mindless undead craving for flesh, eternal unskilled labor seemed a good business prospect. Though if that's what a necromancer wanted, they could just learn to make golems. It was probably that innate viciousness that could be pointed to in any civilized discussion about the subject: mindless undead were killing machines, and if a necromancer were to lose control, they would continue plaguing the world until dismantled.\n\nLike a Hadrid.\n\nLirrah felt some degree of disgust well after anyone who actually despised necromancy, but she got there. Only, she looked as if she hated necromancers the entire time she was debating whether or not there might be any business viability. She knew her clientele. All the people around her hated it, so she hated it too. She looked just as disgusted by the mention of the dark arts as anyone else.\n\nAn easily-changing value system was yet another magnificent tool for a merchant.\n\nOnce she was finished speaking, Lirrah timidly approached her. Velvetica was yet another person who was kind of scary, though by no means tall. Lirrah knew, however, that she was good-hearted. Even if everyone told her not to spend time on bandits, she could not ignore those in front of her.\n\nLirrah understood this value firsthand.\n\n\"San'yashu, lady Hraesleg,\" Lirrah greeted her softly. It wasn't really something she wanted a lot of other people to hear. She looked up at the woman, eyes glistening innocently, and briefly wondered if the fact that Lirrah had to look up at her when they spoke made Velvetica feel tall.\n\nLirrah hoped this was the case.\n\n\"I would not dare ask you to leave anyone pehind on my account, nor ask for anyone to escort me to home camp. You need as many people as you can get to deal with these awful necromancers, so... I was actually thinking I would like to help you more! To do my part for Velt,\" she lied as naturally as she breathed, \"I wanted to pring some items along, and maybe help keep an eye out. My eyes are very good in the gloom, and I am an expert at avoiding danger! Only... I do still get scared. May I count on you, again, to see me through the night? E-even though I am weak... I would like to do something.\"\n\nLirrah turned her meek and cute act up to maximum. If this didn't make Velvetica want to protect her with everything she could, Lirrah didn't know what would.", "username": "Octo", "char_name": "Lirrah Matayannah" } ]

[ { "text": "\"So they aren't using the corpses in raids. If I was a betting man, I'd wager they are throwing bodies at whatever they are looking for. Dead don't get tired, far as I assume.\"\n\nUrden was considering the brief so far, and the plan was quite the simple one, which left little to go wrong. Bait an ambush from the necromancer's minions, slaughter enough of them to route, and pursue them into whatever camp and holes they hid in. From there? Butcher them all, ideally with the necromancer long dead to an assassin's blade. Sounded like a good night's work to him, regardless of the damn fool nature of bringing a merchant along. It would end up selling the illusion of not being a trap, after all, who would bring a merchant along for an intended assault? Still, back with the archers was safe, plenty of time to run if things went truly sideways. Well, least as far as those short legs could manage. Reasonable enough plan, hell, if it all went smoothly he'd get his pay today without having to hack apart the too many corpses, into enough pieces they stopped fighting back. He knew he would be in the frontline crush of the fight, which suited him just fine. No hazard pay would be present, not with work like this, but it was the best place to find it all the same.\n\n\"So, any chance we'll have a rough idea where their attack will come from Boss? I figure we'll want the vanguard folks like me ready and waiting to meet the raid with extreme violence.\"\n\nOdds were they would have a fair spread of the best of the best throughout the lead elements, to hold the line against the raid as it came in on the bait convoy, but Urden had a feeling there would be need for his special brand of axe work. Holding long enough for the ambush to play out proper was what would be needed. The mercenary had gotten back on his feet to look over the map and plan, speaking to the princess in a fairly cavalier manner compared to some, though he always addressed his employers as Boss, it was just the nature of things. At the moment he hadn't much else to say to the others present so far, fortunately the merchant wasn't going to need an escort. That would have been an easy job though, stand back and hack down anything lucky enough to get close to the archers and merchant. Wouldn't have gotten him anywhere quick though, all the more reason to stay at the front where he worked best. Still, that all depended on what the Princess had to say.", "username": "Eisenhorn", "char_name": "Urden Antiac" }, { "text": "Irian Sinewell\n\n---\n\n\nIt's not a big surprise that he was to be the backline fighters and picking his targets from range, unless Velvetica had better ideas to put him on stealth duty like Kayliss, but he had a bit of doubt about that idea. Velt's battle plans and doctrine were a lot more symmetrical. Armies come and fight mostly in the open field of honor, locked in battles of wits and tenacity, and the superior army would emerge victorious. Woof Elves, however, tend to be a lot more 'dishonorable' if some were to judge, but it was effective nonetheless. Irian is a flexible person though; long range one-shot one-kill type of engagement was exactly his forte. \n\nThe Nem he was observing earlier made quite the charm on introduction. The elf would have been easily manipulated by the sweetness if he had more shred of vanity in him, but it was a difficult trait to live with. It was already hard enough living in nature, as much as it might seem otherwise. And his family always took the earliest chance possible to knock him down a peg every time he had any idea of personal aggrandizement. \n\n\"Well, I'm glad to hear. I'm certain you will perform in battle just as well.\" He said, his tone quite a bit more flattering, but he tried to keep it as grounded as possible. Knowing Nem traditions of combat, as well as Lirrah being good enough to be around in the Lions, there was a certain amount of trust placed in there. \n\n\"Can't help each other though if we don't know our names.\" He gave a smile and extended an arm for the Nem to shake, and if she were to accept it, it wouldn't be a traditional handshake, but Irian would grip onto her lower arm instead, expecting the same gesture. It was not just an equal partnership but more comradeship and trust involved. \n\n\"Irian Sinewell. Or just Iri. No formality needed within our ranks.\"", "username": "Conscripts", "char_name": "Irian Sinewell" }, { "text": "Cadmon Demet\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\"Perhaps I'm expecting too much intelligence from our target,\" Cadmon started slowly, turning from Guillaume back to the wider discussion. \"But this seems a bit too transparent, unless we intend to put our helpful merchant in harm's way. If they're even remotely competent—and given the success they've been having, we've no reason to assume they aren't—they'll have some clue that they've been watched. Tracked. Some clue that we're here.\" It would be utterly ridiculous if this cult thought otherwise, given that Velvetica's band was not exactly small.\n\nIf they somehow weren't aware, he'd execute their leader himself given the chance for the sheer stupidity of it. \"For a strategy like that, we'd be better off waiting for an actual supply train to use as unwitting bait. Let them lull themselves into a false sense of security, thinking that we're giving them time to work, prepare, or simply remove themselves. Otherwise, I imagine they're expecting us to commit full force like a band of holy warriors seeking to...I don't know, stamp out their blight from the land or some such.\n\n\"I suggest we do something they wouldn't expect, but would put their trust in, and treat them as a genuine military target.\" He sweeped his hand to encompass the two next to him, his knuckles rapping against István's breastplate at the end of the gesture as he pointed to Urden with the other. \"Send out our own smaller raiding parties. Skirmishers from the vanguard, testing their defences. Lighter groups, but still tantalizing targets. They'll think they can fairly safely hunt down and kill these raiders we send to test their mettle, add their corpses and any of their own fallen to their forces, and that we'll be waiting for the return of any survivors and their word—giving these cultists time to fortify, or perhaps to achieve their goal and vacate the area.\"\n\nAll standard, by the book tactics, up to that point. Send out the expendables to determine the strength of the enemy force, wait and draw up a new plan if they turn out to be stronger than initially estimated. \"Instead, against common practice, we'll populate these raiding parties with some of our best, who can make sure to draw these brigands out, make them commit more than they otherwise might have. Not expecting that we'll be far closer than they expect, and after they've spread their lines thin we can mount our full assault: Our main can envelop their extended parties sent chasing our raiders, cleaning them up quickly as we all recombine and push into them. Accelerating the course of the battle, rather than attempting a deception which seems—to me—too likely to be caught on.\"", "username": "The Otter", "char_name": "Cadmon Edricsson Demet" } ]

[ { "text": "Cadmon Demet\n\n\n---\n\n@HereComesTheSnow\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nCadmon stood still as Velvetica spoke up, issuing forth her commands to the group. It seemed her reputation as a genius and prodigy was well earned; her quick adjustment spoke to an agile mind. 'The other part of our strategy,' indeed. Sometimes, genius wasn't just in the ability to think outside of the box, the ability to rapidly take in changing information and account for it, the amount of knowledge gained over a time of study—sometimes the ability to save face and preserve a reputation was just as important.\n\nAs Velvetica looked over the group within her tent, he met her gaze with a level, blank stare, murmuring \"Nice save.\" Likely quiet enough that István wouldn't even hear it, sharp as his ears were, though Cadmon expected that his hulking retainer was thinking something along the same lines. He maintained his own stare a moment more as Velvetica's gaze passed on, before turning towards the large knight and raising his voice slightly so that his man could hear.\n\n\"István, pick who you see fit and lead one of the raiding parties. Harass their defenses and smash their effigies, like Lady Velvetica said. Aside from that, the particulars of how you draw them out are up to you.\" At least he couldn't find fault with how Velvetica had seen fit to mollify the competing factions in the discussion; even if the supply caravan likely wouldn't make good bait compared to the supposed skirmishers, it could at least serve to distract the necromantic cult long enough to let the rest of the bait strategy come to fruition. \"I'll stay in my usual ward, unless she should request otherwise. Do take care not to get killed.\"", "username": "The Otter", "char_name": "Cadmon Edricsson Demet" }, { "text": "Irian Sinewell\n\n---\n\n\n\"Lirrah.\" Irian nodded. \"New friends are indeed worth the effort.\" \n\nLirrah would be continuing what she does best if it hadn't been for Kayliss, which caused the Nem's attention span to shift straight to trying out discounts on her. Truly a merchant indeed. He decided to listen to the ongoing discussion around the strategies they were going to employ. Baiting out enemies were more in the minds of the soldiers around here than he expected. The only disagreement that the group was having was more of the methodology of doing it, which Irian found a little amusing that it was more of how much they could trick a suspicious opponent. To him, if the opponent was suspicious enough to not take the bait on the caravan strategy, then luring out their entire group with a raiding party would just be biting on rocks a little harder. The difference there would just be the degree of the cultist's arrogance. If anything, what would concern him more would be how devastating the Lions can inflict on the enemy and to that Irian believed more on Velvetica's initial strategy. Caravan ambush is a lot easier to envelope and completely decimate the cultists rather than relying on good warriors to lure enemies out through fighting capabilities. \n\nWhat the Steel Princess decided on was more trying to offend the cultists instead to actually lure them out into a fight, which made sense too. Pretty much an element from both of their strategies combined, without the need to risk the Nem merchant and their supplies. If they took the bait and walked directly into an ambush, then perfect, one less enemy for Velts. And if they were competent enough, well now they knew. The elf simply followed along with his arms crossed, his silence conveying his agreements.\n \n\"I'll ambush.\" Irian said tersely. \"It's better, and I'm certain the princess wants archers at the backline anyway.\"", "username": "Conscripts", "char_name": "Irian Sinewell" }, { "text": "\"And here I thought this evening was going to be boring...\"\n\nUrden wasn't much of one to comment on tactics and grand strategy, mostly since he wasn't paid to in this case, but the disagreements and discussion seemed to have led to a new plan. New plan was simple enough. One group, smash the idols and bait the corpse defilers into coming out to play a game of catch the vandal. Then the other group would come down on them like the wrath of the gods, if one put sufficient gravitas into such things. Figure they cared so much, they could have intervened already, but he wasn't about to spark a religious debate before heading off to battle. No, seemed like the Lions were being given a chance to pick their roles with final discretion to the Boss herself. Not a bad way to pick out companion's dispositions in regards to conflict, which gave him plenty to consider since others had chimed in so far before him.\n\nMerchant was haggling with Ms. Daggers over poisons and such. Not much use for those in his line of work, if an axe to the torso didn't kill, you kept on trying. Still, can't fault the planning ahead. A mortal stab wound is already hard enough to focus past, add in something nasty chewing through you and its even worse. He hadn't done much shopping as of yet, he didn't need supplies and was frugal with his coin, not frittering it away on niceties and luxuries beyond boozing in taverns and alehouses. Every man had his vice, though on the war path he was cautious to drink, never knew when trouble would come knocking. Or tearing through a tent flap, screaming bloody murder. Since the Merchant was intent on coming along, well, that made the bait team that much more appetizing, and that was before the smashing of ritual idols was factored in. Whoever was on the bait and raid team would have a real good time, he might just wager.\n\n'Hector', as the Lamia had so keenly gotten wrong, was next to chime in. Volunteered for ambush duty, figured. Cavalry types were all the same, regardless of the mount. Had the coin for arms, armor, and supplies to maintain that much of a standing, they always went for the glorious charge, the route and shattering of groups. Paid better too, but he couldn't ride a donkey to save his life, let alone the bloody big bird. No leave the whole 'noble art' of riding to those who could afford to armor both themselves and their steeds, replacing those had to get expensive quickly. Still, having bird man and his pet pigeon in the wings, pun intended, wasn't going to be unwelcome. Especially if something unexpectedly nasty decides to come barreling down on them. Still, he leaned over to the Lamia who had gotten Roger's name wrong, metaphorically ribbing her over the misstep.\n\n\"Y'know, since you mentioned it, Roger really does look like a 'Hector', doesn't he? Maybe you should go suggest it as a permanent change? Might just make his week.\"\n\nThe Boy Wonder tasked Istvan with gathering who he wanted for a raiding party, and then deferred to staying in his usual 'ward'. Typical, sending out the competent ones to do the heavy lifting, and then sitting back. Well, not quite sitting back, no one had that luxury, but tasking others before they had a chance to chime in, just rude really. At least pay the poor sod before barking orders. As for Sharp Ears, well, what a surprise the wood elf chose the ambush party. Terse and to the point though, credit where credit was due there. That he could work with, and long as he didn't offend ol' Sharpy there too much he'd be fine. Might want to see how he shoots first though, but they'd have plenty of time for that in the coming battle. He spoke up finally, as casual and relaxed as ever.\n\n\"Put me where you want me Boss, I ain't got a preference. No sense mucking up that grand strategy you got brewing in that head of yours, eh?\"\n\n@VitaVitaAR", "username": "Eisenhorn", "char_name": "Urden Antiac" } ]

[ { "text": "Cadmon Demet\n\n\n---\n\nLandshark@HereComesTheSnow\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nThe constant influx of information—useful or not—that came with his position was starting to grow tiresome. Subordinates constantly coming to report to him, day in and day out, and rarely was it on any topic more important than the weather. It was grating, even more than the armour he was currently being aided in donning. His sigh, though, was cut short with a wince as the strap of one pauldron was yanked tight around his upper arm.\n\nThe second soon after. Thank the goddesses for padding.\n\n\"That is quite enough, thank you,\" he interjected, cutting off one of the sergeants of the force he'd brought with him to the Lions. \"You haven't told me anything new in the time since we first made camp here. Go join the guards around the perimeter and keep an eye out for those scouts—I want to be sure they get to Lady Velvetica as quickly as possible once they arrive. Don't let them be distracted.\" He wasn't even entirely sure who was out scouting; if the griffin-rider was one of them, at least there was one person who could be trusted to follow through properly.\n\nCadmon tugged at the belt around his waist uncomfortably, though he knew it was better that than to have all the weight of his brigandine resting upon his shoulders. \"If any of you should happen to find István, tell him to meet me at the Lady's pavilion.\" Though whether or not the warrior would listen was another matter; Cadmon doubted he'd ever be able to command the man who half-raised him. \"Have my horse, weapons, and helmet waiting for me there. I'm not wandering around the camp with them all at once.\" With his own cadre of servants and aides so dismissed, Cadmon gathered up his gauntlets and made his way out of his tent into the wider camp.\n\nSilently ruing the fact that he hadn't left his bevor off for them to take alongside his other gear, he kept his head on a swivel as he took a meandering path towards the Steel Princess's center of command. Ostensibly, he could be said to be inspecting the forces; in truth, he had his eye out for one person in particular, hoping she wasn't deciding to practice her own skills at the current moment. A quick flash of blonde hair catching his eye between a pair of tents gave him all the notice he needed that she wasn't trying not to be found.\n\n\"Miss Lambert?\" he called in the direction he'd seen the assassin woman going. \"Care to join me?\"", "username": "The Otter", "char_name": "Cadmon Edricsson Demet" }, { "text": "Darkness falls. The night clouds shroud the camp and whipping the burning torches with a cold breeze. Flames flicker in defiance; keeping its warmth and light from snuffing out. The onslaught of the night wind is relentless but the fire roars alive. The fire's light scatters as a helmetless knight emerges from a tent.\n\nAs the knight approached the Hraesleg Lion's banner, he could feel the eyes of his fellow peers upon him. He took a deep breath, letting the cool night air fill his lungs before exhaling slowly. The sound of his own breath echoed in his ears as he continued to fasten the straps on his armour. His movements were deliberate and purposeful, a sign of his years of training and discipline. He could feel the weight of his mission bearing down upon him. He knew that he was about to face an unknown and strange enemy, one who would not hesitate to take everything, including the dead. But despite the gravity of the situation, he remained calm and focused, his thoughts centered on the task ahead.\n\nThe men near his tent were raucous, their laughter and banter filling the air. But as the knight approached, they fell silent, their attention drawn to the imposing figure before them. \"Excuse me, coming through,\" he nodded briefly while speaking in a gentle yet sincere tone, urging them to make way for him before carefully squeezing past.\n\nIt was a rather narrow walkway.\n\n\"Watch it Guillaume,\" they warn, \"We don't want to miss seeing your blonde arse take on those bandits with your sincere strikes.\"\n\nGuillaume ignored the jibe, knowing that the men were just trying to lighten the mood before the battle. He continued on his way, his eyes forward and fixed on the towering figure in the distance with two noticeable horns on their head. He quickly recognised her as the demon attached to the healer mage Gisela. The presence of a demon would normally alarm an entire holy crusade in the area-- but the existence of Krysia is a strangely welcome and reassuring presence.\n\nA merchant from the Matayannah Trading Company had set up a stall at the camp, offering a wide range of savoury goods to help satisfy the hunger needs of the people for the coming battle. It stood there unguarded... Perfect for any thieves to try to steal from. Where was the merchant?\n\nDaze \"But what if I only want the sweet pastry? The rest doesn't interest me,\" The demon's deep and melodious voice could be heard as Guillaume arrives at the stall. A feeling of dread and terror washes over the knight. Not from the presence of a demon, but rather from Gisela. It's a feeling that Guillaume hasn't gotten used to. He held firmly and adjusted his emotions.\n\n\"Good evening Gisela and Krysia.\" He greeted the two and calmly browsed the savoury snacks before him. Only now that Guillaume was able to see a pink-haired Nem shopkeeper behind the table, terrified of the demon while holding a tray of sweet pastries.\n\n\"S-s-six hundred each! D-don't tell anypody I let you have some! I m-mean, i-if that's OK with you!\"\n\n\"First time meeting Krysia?\" Guillaume's jovial voice resonated. \"The first time I met Krysia, I nearly summoned the local paladin. One mutton pie please!\"", "username": "VKAllen", "char_name": "Guillaume Fortier the Sincere (or Gil)" }, { "text": "Kayliss Lambert\n\nStrangely enough, life as a Lion had been far less eventful than life as a Crownsblade in her months of service thus far, even with the border tensions. Then again, Kayliss had overheard some of the veterans saying war was at least half waiting. Kayliss could wait, certainly. But even having patience didn't stop the waiting from being monotonous. She'd not been tapped to be a scout this time, so she was simply waiting around camp, taking a seat as she did another check on her weaponry. Her crossbow, knives, shortsword, and dagger all proved themselves to be in good condition, just as they had been the last time she made this check but mere hours ago. \n\nSocial activity wasn't much of an option, either. Certainly, Kayliss was familiar with at least a few members of their force. Some even rather high up. But word had gotten around that she was an assassin of some sort, and thus the common soldiery was rather leery of interacting with her. Fortunately, whoever had been responsible for that information leak didn't bring up the Crownsblades at all, or there would be far more cause for concern. Her working theory was that Lady Velvetica, who was one of the very few that knew all the details of her story, mentioned her status as an assassin off-hand at some point, and it had spread. At least she knew not to mention the fact that the throne of Velt had an otherwise secret organization of shadowy killers. An organization that was shattered now. A frown marred her face at the thought, and how she was no closer to an answer after several months. \n\nJust then, she was interrupted by one of the aforementioned acquaintances she knew. Cadmon Demet. A decent sort for a lord, even if he was barely a man. Still, from what Kayliss had gathered on the moody earl, well, she had good reason to believe he had rather poor reasons to be so sullen all the time. Regardless, it wouldn't quite do to antagonize him without reason. \n\n\"Earl Demet.\" Kayliss nodded back, her ponytail waving behind her as a slight breeze kicked up. \"Am I to receive orders, then? Is there a target?\" At least, she hoped it was a chance to get back out into the field. Goddesses help both her dwindling patience and Cadmon should this turn out to be something especially foolish.", "username": "Psyker Landshark", "char_name": "Kayliss Lambert" } ]

[ { "text": "@Crimson Paladin\n\n\n\n---\n\nHraesleg Lions Base Camp\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nA gentle breeze blew as tree leaves rustled, blowing some foliage overhead. A large serpentine body could be seen slithering among the branches, easily moving from tree to tree with surprising speed. Coming to the top of a particularly tall oak, Valmyra overlooked the plains layed out before her. No stranger to such sights, they couldn't help but put her emotions at ease. The city life that human culture afforded did have it's fancies and advantages, but to Valmyra, it just wasn't home. Of course, now wasn't the time for sightseeing. The young lamia was doing her part in surveying the area, investigating the recent attacks on the countryside by marauders. \n\nValmyra had to admit, she wasn't too familiar with the way human bandits conducted themselves. Only being able to go off recounts of past raids from the local folk or information gathered from knightly defenders. However, overhearing some of her comrades talking, they seem to think that it may be otherwise in this case. She supposed that in this matters she would just have to trust her judgement. \n\nStill looking from her bird eye's view, Valmyra took note of the various splotches of different colored ground across the terrain. It has a very peculiar odor, one that was very unpleasant to her. She could make out some vaguely humanoid shapes along the ground as well, but due to the distance it was impossible for her to say for sure what it was. \n\nThat was one of the shortcomings for her kind. Lamias are known for being very near sighted, their myopic vision not serving them well in these kinds of instances. Although, as a plus, they could see creatures and people better in the dark. \n\nHearing a shriek in the air, Valmyra quickly looked up and saw one of her allies was also doing some scouting of their own. It was the gryphon rider - Hector, she believed his name was? While she'd kept it to herself, his beastie took her aback somewhat. Perhaps it was her animalistic genetics that reminded her of the ways in which the animal kingdom often conducted itself, but there was something about it that set her on edge a bit. Nevertheless, she should be grateful that it should be counted as an ally rather than enemy. \n\nSeeing the rider and his mount disembark and make their way back toward the camp, Valmyra decided that she wouldn't be of much more use in this situation and did the same. Besides, while the breeze was nice, the chilling temperature was starting to bother her and she began to feel sluggish. She was looking forward to being warmed by the fires of the base camp. \n\nAfter debating for a bit, Valmyra decided to bite the bullet and take a chance. She'd have to get used to it, being a member of a team and all. \n\n\"Hail there!\" She called out to Hector, hoping he'd hear. \"Unfortunately, my eyesight often fails me depending on the distance. Do...you perhaps know what those strange shapes back there were?\"", "username": "AzureKnight", "char_name": "Valmyra Audron" }, { "text": "MELANIE \n\n\n---\n\n\nLocation: Hraesleg Base Camp\nInteractions: @Crimson Paladin\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n \"...Wlyner's latest work, in spite of all these criticisms, has responded comprehensibly to the weaknesses of his previous publications, but in such a characterization I am wary that I run the risk of implying that his bibliography had any meaningful merit above the entertainment of idle philistines...\" A messily written sentence snarled up against the page it rested upon, nestled closely with a combination of unfinished notes and rough drafts of the surrounding landscape. The occasional breeze fluttered the pages of the small leather-bound notebook before being pushed back and straightened out by an ink-blotched hand.\n\n \"And I thought the breeze would do me some good.\" Melanie murmured, lifting her head to regard the tent she had used as a support. Beside her, a large paper sculpture of a soldier stood next to her, frozen in its dazed pose and slouching under its own weight. It was as if someone had drawn a rough sketch of what a 'soldier' was supposed to look like, and built a facsimile with bound paper by memory alone. Its featureless face stared incuriously toward the rest of the military camp. With a flick of Melanie's wrist, the sculpture animated momentarily, lumbered and adjusting its posture until its body came to loom over the elven writer, then froze once more. Simply insufficient. Melanie snapped the notebook shut and annoyed, waved her hand once again. This time, the sculpture shuddered as its structure unraveled from complicated interlocking patterns and stacks into pages, pages into strips, and finally folding unto itself into nothing. \n\n Where was she? That was a question that Melanie seemed to ask herself frequently, both of her curiosities and of her person. She fumbled back into her memories as she gained a visual purchase of her situation once again. It was the Hraesleg camp, on the verge of readying themselves for war. War? War. Melanie retracted her choice of words. The conflict had not yet escalated into open skirmish, but she had seen how both sides had geared themselves for such a confrontation well before she had arrived in Velt. And now she had placed herself betwixt the rising hostility, riding on her paper golems alongside the march of the Veltian banner. She briefly proffered a consideration that she may have made this particular expedition a degree too deep, but swiftly cut that line of inquiry. No, no. If there was anywhere a witness had to be, this was such a place - whether or not Melanie had to make good on the promise of providing 'arcane support' where-ever possible.\n\n Before her, the camp was lively with the camp's preparations. Oh, and was that a gryphon she spied in the distance? And a lamia warrior too! Quite the eclectic bunch! Melanie had known the Steel Princess had been quite indiscriminate in her recruitment process (in fact, it was perhaps for this very grace that the elven historian dressed in academic robes could remain here), but both were quite the rare sight indeed. Gryphons, gryphons? Griffins, was the more common pronunciation. Melanie stared at Shortclaw with a ferocious fascination as she dug through her notebook. Male, one of the western breed yes, well-kept... The griffin's bonded and the lamia warrior were exchanging intelligence it seemed, and Melanie knew to not interfere. Not yet. But the first chance she got, she was certainly going to ask after him.", "username": "PigeonOfAstora", "char_name": "MELANIE" } ]

[ { "text": "Roger Falkner and Shortclaw\n\nOne of the first things that Roger always noticed about Velvetica was her stature. It contrasted heavily with the voluminous tend that she resided, and even moreso next to the soldiers in her command. Roger himself wasn't particularly large compared to many of the other Lions, yet he still towered over his commander.\n\nOnly a fool would underestimate her, though. She was a hard, uncompromising woman, a skilled fighter with a dangerous enchanted sword, and a decisive leader willing take risks. Roger was one of those risks, in fact. An unproven knight from a family of griffin tamers, and she gave him a chance. He wasn't the only one either- Roger reckoned that many of the Lions, diverse as they were, had similar stories.\n\n\"We spotted large tracts of disturbed land near our enemy's location. It looks like they have been digging all over,\" he reported. \"We spotted some strange objects dotting the ground, and landed to investigate further. They were effigies of some sort, made out of bones and skulls.\"\n\nI should have cut it down and brought it back, Roger thought, worried that he might not be able to give an adequate description of those strange objects. Fortunately, he was not the only scout that had been sent out. The elf Irian, in particular, would probably be able to give a more concise and detailed description of whatever those things were.", "username": "Crimson Paladin", "char_name": "Roger Falkner" }, { "text": "@The Otter@Psyker Landshark\n\n\"Someone raised you right then, certainly tried to anyways.\"\n\nUrden was not one to waste time once on the path, however, and within a decently short span it seems that the subject of their search, the Lad himself, was calling out to Istvan. The comment in regards to having made a new friend got a snort out of the mercenary. Sure, happening upon the task of tracking this gloomy individual down certainly was quite the bonding experience, and he snuck in an off hand remark as he sidestepped to let Shilage take over being the one leading. Suited him anyways, most nobles weren't too keen on rubbing shoulders with those who traded their services in spilling blood for Librans, not that such a thought would keep his mouth in check.\n\n\"I blame the charming disposition and ability to hold a tune, who could turn away such a picture of friendliness and social graces?\"\n\nNormally, the nod would signal Urden's part to have been done with, and he'd have been on his way if it wasn't for the mention of a title most peculiar. Crownsblade, something he'd heard whispered in seedy dives and taverns frequented by those who just might have something to have feared from someone who bore such a title. He wasn't one to stake anything on rumors and hearsay alone, but if even a fraction of the fearful whispers were true, his life had just gotten a bit more interesting. His gaze shifted from the two men to the woman, the faint smile from his jesting resting on his face like a mask. He wasn't sizing her up, no point there if she really was a Crownsblade, given the rumors, rather contemplating if the dots connected, and what that meant for him. Nothing good, being aware of an assassin was bad for business, and he didn't fancy having to sleep with one eye even wider open than usual. That meant not simply scurrying off to go back to singing and waiting for an evening of violence, and testing the waters to see how this played out.\n\n\"And here I thought my good deed would go unrewarded. Urden Antiac, a pleasure to make your acquaintances.\"", "username": "Eisenhorn", "char_name": "Urden Antiac" }, { "text": "Kayliss Lambert\n\nGoddesses help her, Kayliss barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the boy doing the polite equivalent of histrionics over her mention of Shilage. Really, it hadn't even been intended as an insult on her part. \"Brute\" was just about the only way to describe such a person. If Demet chose to interpret that as negative, well, that was his perogative to be so easily riled. And speaking of...\n\n\"...\" Kayliss briefly narrowed her eyes in displeasure at Istvan's casual mention of her actual role. For a moment, she was sorely tempted to kill the man the next time he slept for such an egregious breach in information. Suddenly, it was starting to become more evident how half the camp knew she was an assassin in the first place. Really, Kayliss had thought better of the man until now. She wasn't exactly surprised he knew in the first place, given that Cadmon almost certainly knew of the Crownsblades thanks to his rank. Combine that with her general demeanour not exactly matching a killer for coin, she couldn't quite fault anyone for the noble of the bunch knowing, at least. And given that Istvan had access to the same information Cadmon did, it wasn't hard to understand how he knew. \n\n\"Sir Shilage, if you'd care to keep a more guarded tongue about certain classified information when out in public? It would make all of our lives easier should some things not leak out to the camp and beyond. You never know where gossip tends to spread.\" Kayliss asked Istvan pointedly before meeting the gaze of the fighter who was staring at her now. Wonderful. From the way he was looking at her, it was almost a certainty that this Urden fellow knew what her organization had been as well. \n\n\"Kayliss Lambert.\" She inclined her head towards Urden, her ponytail bobbing behind her. \"The same goes to you as well, of course.\"\n\nOtter @HereComesTheSnow @Eisenhorn", "username": "Psyker Landshark", "char_name": "Kayliss Lambert" }, { "text": "Cadmon Demet\n\n\n---\n\nLandshark@HereComesTheSnow@Eisenhorn\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nOf course, there was no way he could be seen walking around with nearly anybody without István having some sort of comment to make on it. Before he had the chance to make much reply, though, a mug of hot coffee was thrust into his hands. He accepted it wordlessly, bringing it up to his lips to take a sip, as Kayliss glared at the larger man. The mercenary, for his part, quickly introduced himself, jabbing back at István for him.\n\n\"Don't let her sharp tongue deceive you, she is lovely company,\" he interjected before either of the others had a chance to respond. \"Intelligent, composed, and not so fragile as to take my flat affect for an insult.\" He took another sip of the bitter liquid in his cup. \"I don't think I'm the one who needs to worry about peril, for now.\"\n\nHopefully none of them would; they had more important things to do than trade jabs and threats with each other, after all. \"Now. I was planning for the three of us—now four—to be there when Lady Velvetica debriefed her scouts, and I'm fairly certain I saw plumage weaving between the tents. Let's hurry along.\"", "username": "The Otter", "char_name": "Cadmon Edricsson Demet" } ]

[ { "text": "\"Good thing spreading nasty rumors like that is bad for business then, ain't it Ms. Lambert?\"\n\nUrden had no intention of spreading gossip or rumors, they didn't pay well first off, not the kind he could source at least. Secondly he liked his ribs and kidney where it was without being perforated, and if he was lucky it'd only happen in his sleep. Of course, the Lad himself chimed in that, no, she was lovely company and not all daggers and glaring them. All a bit above his paygrade, really, he wasn't an infiltrator or assassin. He earned his coin the hard way, one axe swing at a time. Granted that frame of time might be incredibly short depending on his efforts, but that was neither here nor there. Before he could chime in the meeting for select soldiers was finally called and he was among them for the briefing. Time to see what the scouts had come reporting back on, and what Boss had in mind for them to go and clean up tonight.\n\nCorpse defilers seemed to be the order of the day, which meant tangling with reanimated carcasses. Urden wouldn't lie and say that he was looking forward to this. Bandits, thugs, and the like could be intimidated into surrendering or otherwise routed. Reanimated bodies though, that was grim work near as he understood it. Not like it was his specialty either, but hell, he wasn't paid to have misgivings or concerns. One of the bluebloods or magic folks would probably get into some drawn out duel with the head of this band of corpse stealers, while folks like him were cleaning up the real mess. He got paid the same either way, and since this wasn't going to be particularly glamorous or career building he could settle for just hacking through anything unfortunate enough to be shambling in front of him. That being said, he didn't exactly have much of value to chime in with, so he found himself a place to sit down and rest a bit before the impending violence, mostly talking to himself.\n\n\"Seems like this'll be my good deed for the week, putting the defiled back in the ground where they belong.\"", "username": "Eisenhorn", "char_name": "Urden Antiac" }, { "text": "Roger Falkner and Shortclaw\n\nSo, they would be facing necromancers.\n\nRoger was unsure what sort of magic they'd be facing. Obviously they'd be facing the horrors of necromancy, but surely these evil mages would have other arcane tricks. In any case, they needed to be stopped. If the Steel Princess was correct, if these necromancers were searching for a specific tomb, then they couldn't be given any more opportunity to uncover it. Additionally, if there were living prisoners still among them, it was all the more pressing that that their captors be swiftly struck down.\n\nThe Griffin Knight wasn't sure what sort of tactics the enemy would use. Just how precise of orders could a necromancer command an undead minion? Would it tax or divert the puppeteer's attention, to issue commands to their rotted puppets? It went without saying that walking corpses would feel no fear and exhibit no hesitation, thus any attempts to rattle them would have no effect. Against a foe that would not- or more accurately, could not- yield, they'd have to go through, around, or over the undead to get to their vile masters.\n\nWhen the Lamia gave her account, it took Roger a split second to realize that she was referring to him, misnamed as he had been.\n\n\"I am ready to go,\" he assured Velvetica, as he glanced at his mount, \"And it looks like Shortclaw is, too.\" The griffin still had plenty of energy after their scouting flight. \"Oh, and my name is Roger,\" he added, addressing the Lamia.\n\n@VitaVitaAR", "username": "Crimson Paladin", "char_name": "Roger Falkner" }, { "text": "Guillaume\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nOnce the mutton pie was eaten by the knight, he looked on to Gisela with a sincere gaze upon the mentioning of Krysia's contract with her. A contract requiring the reaping of souls in exchange for what? His finger found its way up to his chin, clutching onto it with curiosity. It certainly is a thought that Guillaume did not want to ponder for long. However, if it meant that Krysia is assisting the Lions in their advance, he is able to set his feelings aside for the common good. He'd wager even Krysia had a thing or two to teach him while she's aligned with the Lions. Would demonic wisdom transpose well to human wisdom? \"At least you'd have a companion who's always by your side.\" His voice is steady, as to not betray his skepticism.\n\nThe night sky was disturbed by the flapping of wings. The flames stirred unnaturally as a winged beast and a rider prepared their descent near Lady Hraesleg's tent. Guillaume had forgotten that the Lions had a griffin rider in its ranks. Its arrival had certainly meant that the group was about to be assembled for the fight ahead. \"Looks like Roger's back. I'll see you at the briefing.\" He dismissed himself from Gisela and made his way calmly towards the largest tent.\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nSoon, Guillaume found himself standing and inspecting the map laid over an ornate wooden table. A shorter, young adolescent-looking girl in Hraesleg's armour was on the opposite side leaning over the map with a black mark was inscribed upon it. The mark highlighted the likely location of what it is that we're looking for-- a bandit camp of sorts. She was the famed Steel Princess in Velt; one so young to have captured the knight's chivalrous spirit and gladly lent his aid to see through her crusade. Rumours about the bandits hauling away corpses had him suspect that it was the work of necromancers and their undead servants. It was a mission that called for immediate action, one that required sheer blunt force rather than a carefully placed cut. Those who conduct dark arts deserves to be reprimanded for their disrespect of the dead. Guillaume wouldn't be able to bear seeing the rested bones of his ancestor being used for slave labour. On top of that, they too are despicably be grave robbing fortunes held by the dead.\n\nThe group of people around him, his comrade-in-arms, were uniquely varied. Some he recognised, some were strangers. It brought familiar comfort to see István and Cadmon among Lady Hraesleg's ranks. At least the skirmishes they'll be facing will be under István's careful guidance-- the same expertise that allowed Earl Demet to squash the rebel and bandit proliferation in the northern region. The young Demet was for the most part a mystery. To live up to Edric was a role that's difficult to fill. Speaking of, how has the Earl been? Guillaume approached the towering figure with a casual stride. @HereComesTheSnow\"It's good to see you again after all these years István. How is the Earl Demet and his Lady?\" <If Cadmon is near to István> He too looked on to the young Demet. @The Otter\"You've grown much taller since the last time I saw you. How are the vassals in your care?\"", "username": "VKAllen", "char_name": "Guillaume Fortier the Sincere (or Gil)" } ]

[ { "text": "Lirrah had been hoping for a little more fanfare, a heartfelt declaration of protection, or even a mention of how cute and amazing she was and what a pleasure it would be to defend her. She had no right to expect it, of course. Not from someone of Velvetica's stature (social), in particular. Still, it was something. She smiled happily, her expression conveying that Velvetica's response was as pleasing to Lirrah as she could possibly have imagined.\n\nAll Lirrah really needed was Velvetica's word to do her best to protect her. Velvetica seemed the sort to put a lot of stock in verbal contracts (you shouldn't), and it would have been as good as the ink it wasn't written in that Lirrah would come back virtually unscathed. Well, she supposed it was hard to promise such things in times like these. Still, she was not expecting to be part of the battle plan. It was almost flattering, being treated as a mercenary asset. Like she was a real knight or something.\n\nBut real knights got killed.\n\nHer eyes drifted to Guillaume once more, who was ecstatically hobnobbing with perhaps two of the most important and dour gentlemen she had been apprised of in the whole camp. How did a man that seemingly naïve survive this long? Perhaps she would have back row seats. Anyways, if she was on good terms with the knight, and he was on good terms with Cadmon, there may be some business prospects there.\n\nStill, the business at hand was surviving. Lirrah gave Velvetica a polite curtsey, and smiled brightly.\n\n\"Thank you, lady Hraesleg. I will look out for any dangers that may come our way, and do my utmost with my meager compat abilities. Oh, and please feel free to stop py my tent more often! You have a standing 10% off 'Saving My Life' discount on any items you desire! I can get anything you want, lady Hraesleg. Anything.\"\n\nLirrah turned to the bowman next to her, who had asked about the battle plan. She supposed she would be grouped with him soon, and Lirrah hadn't had much of a chance to interact with many Elves. They seemed to be rather reclusive here, and borderline nonexistent back home. All she knew was that they apparently lived for a very long time. Maybe some of them had a lot of savings squirreled away, though she wouldn't assume. Either way, he was pretty and had a sort of austere regality to him.\n\nThen again, a lot of the Lions were pretty. You wouldn't think it, but Ila-Nem were they pretty. Of course, Lirrah knew she was the cutest and prettiest, but a more insecure type would probably be grinding her teeth looking at everyone.\n\nWell, maybe she felt a little threatened.\n\nShe smiled up at the archer and gave him a wink.\n\n\"My, you look tall and strong! I'm sure I'll feel safe with a reliable gentleman like yourself,\" Lirrah sang, pouring on the charm like strawberry jam on a dry biscuit, \"Let's protect each other out there, shall we? I look forward to working together~\"\n\nWhat Lirrah meant by this, of course, was that the taller and stronger combatant should take some responsibility for protecting the shorter, weaker one. The way she said it, however, made it seem almost like an equal partnership. A joint business venture in which they'd both gleefully profit, when the reality was that she'd want Irian to do most of the tough work while she languished upon her own timidity and reaped rewards.", "username": "Octo", "char_name": "Lirrah Matayannah" }, { "text": "\"So they aren't using the corpses in raids. If I was a betting man, I'd wager they are throwing bodies at whatever they are looking for. Dead don't get tired, far as I assume.\"\n\nUrden was considering the brief so far, and the plan was quite the simple one, which left little to go wrong. Bait an ambush from the necromancer's minions, slaughter enough of them to route, and pursue them into whatever camp and holes they hid in. From there? Butcher them all, ideally with the necromancer long dead to an assassin's blade. Sounded like a good night's work to him, regardless of the damn fool nature of bringing a merchant along. It would end up selling the illusion of not being a trap, after all, who would bring a merchant along for an intended assault? Still, back with the archers was safe, plenty of time to run if things went truly sideways. Well, least as far as those short legs could manage. Reasonable enough plan, hell, if it all went smoothly he'd get his pay today without having to hack apart the too many corpses, into enough pieces they stopped fighting back. He knew he would be in the frontline crush of the fight, which suited him just fine. No hazard pay would be present, not with work like this, but it was the best place to find it all the same.\n\n\"So, any chance we'll have a rough idea where their attack will come from Boss? I figure we'll want the vanguard folks like me ready and waiting to meet the raid with extreme violence.\"\n\nOdds were they would have a fair spread of the best of the best throughout the lead elements, to hold the line against the raid as it came in on the bait convoy, but Urden had a feeling there would be need for his special brand of axe work. Holding long enough for the ambush to play out proper was what would be needed. The mercenary had gotten back on his feet to look over the map and plan, speaking to the princess in a fairly cavalier manner compared to some, though he always addressed his employers as Boss, it was just the nature of things. At the moment he hadn't much else to say to the others present so far, fortunately the merchant wasn't going to need an escort. That would have been an easy job though, stand back and hack down anything lucky enough to get close to the archers and merchant. Wouldn't have gotten him anywhere quick though, all the more reason to stay at the front where he worked best. Still, that all depended on what the Princess had to say.", "username": "Eisenhorn", "char_name": "Urden Antiac" } ]

[ { "text": "Lirrah smiled sweetly as Irian extended his hand. His words implied, perhaps, that she would be expected to do more work than her own words suggested. Well, it wasn't as if she was planning on doing nothing, and it wasn't like the Elf would have the luxury of watching her the whole time, but it was significantly more expectation than she was used to.\n\nStill, when a soldier offers a hand, you shake. This could not be refused, she imagined, as soldiers were a tight-knit group. Spurn one, spurn many. Befriend one, befriend many. That, and he threw in a nickname. Nicknames were excellent for business relations. Trading some small degree of combat expectation for this much social clout had Lirrah coming out like a bandit.\n\nLirrah reached out to daintily take his hand, and suddenly found her arm clasped in the bond of battle siblings. She trembled a little, but gripped the man's arm with as much force as her tiny body could muster. This was more than she had bargained for, but if she was gonna do it, she had to do it properly.\n\n\"Iri, then,\" she snatched up the offered nickname like a wolf to a steak, \"it's a pleasure~ I am Lirrah Matayannah! As someone new to these lands, it is always good to meet new friends~\"\n\n'New friends' was, perhaps, a little presumptuous, but if she was taking the arm-clasp, she was taking everything she could.\n\nAnd her smile was nectar while- OH ILA-NEM-\n\nLirrah practically jumped out of her boots when yet another scary person accosted her, this one brandishing an order in her face. With her pale face made even paler, she awkwardly broke the handshake to snatch up the list, giving Iri an apologetic smile.\n\nAs this went on, the discussion about the plan continued, including Cadmon's talking about using her as bait. If Lirrah was capable of shooting a terse death glare that would make someone fear for their safety, then Cadmon would feel it. She was, thankfully, not capable of this. Cadmon was fantastic as a potential customer, so she would just have to remember to overcharge him.\n\nAs Lirrah looked over the list, she was able to connect it with the sorts of requests she'd get from certain shady individuals. She was no apothecary, and she didn't particularly ask questions, but she could recognize ingredients for a poison when she saw them now. Velvetica-sanctioned poison. Very interesting. Lirrah smiled up at the woman who, after the initial shock, actually wasn't so scary. She had dealt with customers that had gazes like hers before. They were typically the dour sort. Maybe a little sad.\n\n\"Oh, dear me, no,\" Lirrah apologized without apologizing, \"the 10% off is for her personal use. If it was for anything the Lions needed, I'd be selling everything lower. I'd put myself out of a jop!!\"\n\nLirrah pouted cutely.\n\n\"Although... I'll tell you what: I wouldn't like to leave a pretty woman like you disappointed. How apout we make it 15% off if you commit to a reoccurring order? Say... once a month, for three months at least? We can do more if you need, though. Some of this stuff I have, yet a few things here are hard to get hold of. The more you order in advance, the more likely you'll have it on hand if you need more than you thought. Isn't that a great deal? It's propably something you'd order anyways, put at 15% off! I'm gonna ruin myself at that rate~\"\n\nShe gave the woman a honey-sweet wink as the battle discussion was wrapping up. To no one's surprise, Lirrah wouldn't be bait. They did get to vandalize evil effigies, though. She guessed that would be a big hit for most of the soldiers. They'd probably use the chance to flex their creativity. How productive!", "username": "Octo", "char_name": "Lirrah Matayannah" }, { "text": "Roger Falkner and Shortclaw\n\nThe Steel Princess conceded a point that the necromancers would no doubt be at least somewhat aware of the Lions' presence. Her plan, however, already appeared to factor this in- they would not simply passively bait the foe out, rather the Lions would provoke them in an act of iconoclasm to rouse them into reaction. With any luck, Roger surmised, such a spur of the moment retaliation would prove sloppy and lacking in planning.\n\nVelvetica announced that she was going to allow the Lions to volunteer for roles- at her sole discretion, of course. Roger already believed he knew the role he was most suited for.\n\nLirrah, the Nem merchant, was busy haggling with Kayliss for poison components. Roger wasn't sure if she'd be tagging along. She was quite useful as a supplier, and one could make the argument that she was too valuable logistically to risk in combat. On the other hand, she was also a decent archer and grenadier, made even more lethal by the disarming facade of harmlessness that she had mastered. Kayliss might be the Lions' dedicated assassin, but Roger suspected that Lirrah would be quite the deadly infiltrator if she needed to be.\n\nSir Guillaume had already volunteered to play the role as bait. No surprise there- he was the archetypical knight-in-shining-armor, the sort of beacon of chivalry and courage that Roger's mother would want him to emulate. This meant he would be just the kind of person whom they would expect would vandalize the necromancer's effigies with minimal regard for being retaliated upon even if outnumbered.\n\nIf they see him riding around and tearing their icons apart, they'd have little reason to assume that it's part of a trap, because that's just what valorous men like him do.\n\n\"Shortclaw and I volunteer to take part in the ambush team,\" he announced. \"We're not exactly suitable to play the role of bait, but we're quite confident in our ability to outflank and pursue.\" The griffin rider looked around at the others, awaiting to see what roles the others would be volunteering for.", "username": "Crimson Paladin", "char_name": "Roger Falkner" }, { "text": "Cadmon Demet\n\n\n---\n\n@HereComesTheSnow\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nCadmon stood still as Velvetica spoke up, issuing forth her commands to the group. It seemed her reputation as a genius and prodigy was well earned; her quick adjustment spoke to an agile mind. 'The other part of our strategy,' indeed. Sometimes, genius wasn't just in the ability to think outside of the box, the ability to rapidly take in changing information and account for it, the amount of knowledge gained over a time of study—sometimes the ability to save face and preserve a reputation was just as important.\n\nAs Velvetica looked over the group within her tent, he met her gaze with a level, blank stare, murmuring \"Nice save.\" Likely quiet enough that István wouldn't even hear it, sharp as his ears were, though Cadmon expected that his hulking retainer was thinking something along the same lines. He maintained his own stare a moment more as Velvetica's gaze passed on, before turning towards the large knight and raising his voice slightly so that his man could hear.\n\n\"István, pick who you see fit and lead one of the raiding parties. Harass their defenses and smash their effigies, like Lady Velvetica said. Aside from that, the particulars of how you draw them out are up to you.\" At least he couldn't find fault with how Velvetica had seen fit to mollify the competing factions in the discussion; even if the supply caravan likely wouldn't make good bait compared to the supposed skirmishers, it could at least serve to distract the necromantic cult long enough to let the rest of the bait strategy come to fruition. \"I'll stay in my usual ward, unless she should request otherwise. Do take care not to get killed.\"", "username": "The Otter", "char_name": "Cadmon Edricsson Demet" } ]

[ { "text": "Kayliss Lambert\n\nStrangely enough, life as a Lion had been far less eventful than life as a Crownsblade in her months of service thus far, even with the border tensions. Then again, Kayliss had overheard some of the veterans saying war was at least half waiting. Kayliss could wait, certainly. But even having patience didn't stop the waiting from being monotonous. She'd not been tapped to be a scout this time, so she was simply waiting around camp, taking a seat as she did another check on her weaponry. Her crossbow, knives, shortsword, and dagger all proved themselves to be in good condition, just as they had been the last time she made this check but mere hours ago. \n\nSocial activity wasn't much of an option, either. Certainly, Kayliss was familiar with at least a few members of their force. Some even rather high up. But word had gotten around that she was an assassin of some sort, and thus the common soldiery was rather leery of interacting with her. Fortunately, whoever had been responsible for that information leak didn't bring up the Crownsblades at all, or there would be far more cause for concern. Her working theory was that Lady Velvetica, who was one of the very few that knew all the details of her story, mentioned her status as an assassin off-hand at some point, and it had spread. At least she knew not to mention the fact that the throne of Velt had an otherwise secret organization of shadowy killers. An organization that was shattered now. A frown marred her face at the thought, and how she was no closer to an answer after several months. \n\nJust then, she was interrupted by one of the aforementioned acquaintances she knew. Cadmon Demet. A decent sort for a lord, even if he was barely a man. Still, from what Kayliss had gathered on the moody earl, well, she had good reason to believe he had rather poor reasons to be so sullen all the time. Regardless, it wouldn't quite do to antagonize him without reason. \n\n\"Earl Demet.\" Kayliss nodded back, her ponytail waving behind her as a slight breeze kicked up. \"Am I to receive orders, then? Is there a target?\" At least, she hoped it was a chance to get back out into the field. Goddesses help both her dwindling patience and Cadmon should this turn out to be something especially foolish.", "username": "Psyker Landshark", "char_name": "Kayliss Lambert" }, { "text": "Irian Sinewell\n\n---\n\n\nIn this desolate, barren rocky lands, the sight of dark brown soil was definitely worth a look at. No creatures, even faes or the dreaded Midnight Hunt were to cause the earth to be this disturbed. And it wasn't nice and easy either, so much of these were either intentionally upturned or something else big had caused this phenomena. Increasingly, the notion that regular bandits were behind these raids grew twisted. From the beginning, the wood elf could somewhat entertain the idea. After all, bandits could be just as organized as any professional assassin attacks if they were led well. However, this felt a little off to him. According to reports, they were also stealing the deceased as well as the living. He wouldn't discount unrelated freaks and crazies involved, but for his often alarmist and cautious mind, he had to be prepared that it wasn't what he or they wanted. \n\nThe elf silently moved inbetween the jagged white rocks, each step simply eased into the earth softly, bow in hand, an arrow in another. While many of these rocks looked natural, shaped by the unforgiving river of time, there were some rocks with sharp edges that were clearly broken by force. \n\n'More unnatural activities.' Irian grazed the rock as he neared. It was beginning to feel a little bit unpleasant. \n\nA couple more steps forward and a rather disturbing sight came into view. A skull of some unfortunate souls atop a stick. From a distance, the elf could not really discern if the skull was real or not, and he did not even want to touch the possibility that the skull was just a disturbed creature robbed from its grave, or was someone tortured and beheaded on a stick. The thought of someone being put through that kind of atrocity, it disgusted him. \n\nEither way, he needed to head back to the Princess. He had seen enough. Their settlement would likely not be that far off from there.", "username": "Conscripts", "char_name": "Irian Sinewell" }, { "text": "Cadmon Demet\n\n\n---\n\nLandshark\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nThe effort needed to resist rolling his eyes was nearly herculean. What was needed to keep his jaw shut for a moment was even greater.\n\nNo, no, I just thought I'd take a romantic stroll around the war camp with my favourite assassin.\n\nAs much as he wanted to say something sarcastic like that, it would be pointless. Antagonizing her would be no help at all with what they were soon to face; beyond that, he had little doubt of his low likelihood of waking up in the morning if she decided she disliked him enough. Not that she seemed inclined to harm an ally, certainly not in that way, but he only trusted an assassin as far as he could throw them.\n\nGiven that Kayliss was a somewhat tall human woman rather than a Nem, that wasn't very far at all.\n\n\"With any luck,\" he said after a moment. No true confirmation for her question, yet, but he was hoping. \"Assuming they didn't meet with an unfortunate fate, our scouts are due to make their reports to Lady Velvetica today. If they bring back something useful, I'm hoping that we could make use of your talents.\"", "username": "The Otter", "char_name": "Cadmon Edricsson Demet" } ]

[ { "text": "MELANIE \n\n\n---\n\n\nLocation: Hraesleg Base Camp\nInteractions: @Crimson Paladin\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n \"...Wlyner's latest work, in spite of all these criticisms, has responded comprehensibly to the weaknesses of his previous publications, but in such a characterization I am wary that I run the risk of implying that his bibliography had any meaningful merit above the entertainment of idle philistines...\" A messily written sentence snarled up against the page it rested upon, nestled closely with a combination of unfinished notes and rough drafts of the surrounding landscape. The occasional breeze fluttered the pages of the small leather-bound notebook before being pushed back and straightened out by an ink-blotched hand.\n\n \"And I thought the breeze would do me some good.\" Melanie murmured, lifting her head to regard the tent she had used as a support. Beside her, a large paper sculpture of a soldier stood next to her, frozen in its dazed pose and slouching under its own weight. It was as if someone had drawn a rough sketch of what a 'soldier' was supposed to look like, and built a facsimile with bound paper by memory alone. Its featureless face stared incuriously toward the rest of the military camp. With a flick of Melanie's wrist, the sculpture animated momentarily, lumbered and adjusting its posture until its body came to loom over the elven writer, then froze once more. Simply insufficient. Melanie snapped the notebook shut and annoyed, waved her hand once again. This time, the sculpture shuddered as its structure unraveled from complicated interlocking patterns and stacks into pages, pages into strips, and finally folding unto itself into nothing. \n\n Where was she? That was a question that Melanie seemed to ask herself frequently, both of her curiosities and of her person. She fumbled back into her memories as she gained a visual purchase of her situation once again. It was the Hraesleg camp, on the verge of readying themselves for war. War? War. Melanie retracted her choice of words. The conflict had not yet escalated into open skirmish, but she had seen how both sides had geared themselves for such a confrontation well before she had arrived in Velt. And now she had placed herself betwixt the rising hostility, riding on her paper golems alongside the march of the Veltian banner. She briefly proffered a consideration that she may have made this particular expedition a degree too deep, but swiftly cut that line of inquiry. No, no. If there was anywhere a witness had to be, this was such a place - whether or not Melanie had to make good on the promise of providing 'arcane support' where-ever possible.\n\n Before her, the camp was lively with the camp's preparations. Oh, and was that a gryphon she spied in the distance? And a lamia warrior too! Quite the eclectic bunch! Melanie had known the Steel Princess had been quite indiscriminate in her recruitment process (in fact, it was perhaps for this very grace that the elven historian dressed in academic robes could remain here), but both were quite the rare sight indeed. Gryphons, gryphons? Griffins, was the more common pronunciation. Melanie stared at Shortclaw with a ferocious fascination as she dug through her notebook. Male, one of the western breed yes, well-kept... The griffin's bonded and the lamia warrior were exchanging intelligence it seemed, and Melanie knew to not interfere. Not yet. But the first chance she got, she was certainly going to ask after him.", "username": "PigeonOfAstora", "char_name": "MELANIE" }, { "text": "Irian Sinewell\n\n---\n\n\nThe journey back had been relatively uneventful. He was thankful but expected nothing less than that of a wood ranger that had quite a stack handful of experience doing observatory work. Naturally, if the bandits weren't keen on spotting and giving chase or making any sort of movement in response to his presence, that would probably mean that they weren't exactly a clever bunch either. It made him rather confident that they probably wouldn't respond that well to a quick sweep either, something in which to make note of for the Steel Princess to decide. \n\nEspecially considering his scouting partner who wasn't too keen on making his presence a leaf in the forest. Irian looked up to see a majestic griffin cutting through the sky, a rider on its back to share its regalia. Despite the potential risk, it was still a good scouting method, and quite a sight to beholden to, even though the wood elf had had enough time around his fellow Lions to get used to it. The legends and myths surrounding these apex predators befitted its rumored heightened pride. It was good to see, but it didn't take long before it got out of sight of him. \n\nSometimes, Irian imagined how it would be like soaring through the air like that.\n\nThe elf took a bit of time catching back up to the camp, noticing Roger and his griffin, along with Valmyra, if he remembered correctly, the lamia warrior. He wasn't sure if the other scouts were back yet, but they seemed to be talking amongst themselves for now. Irian figured there would be a bit of time for some menial. Refilling food, water, etc. The usual boredom. \n\nAs he refilled the leather flask and took a sip, he noticed someone being a little bit...strange, let's put it so. Not to him, but towards the griffin that Roger had. Understood where its due, it was a fascinating creature, but the high elf looked immersed in another world altogether seeing that, with her swiping through her notebook. Irian might be well-versed in the art of spying on someone, it ain't good sport to be doing that to your allies. \n\nThe wood elf swung the bow from his back and raised it in the direction of Melanie. His other hand reached for an arrow, taking his time measuring and placing the arrow on the bow string before drawing and loosening the arrow. But the high elf need not worry. The arrow struck on the nearby tent's wooden support peg, and was never in danger of hitting her, to Irian at least. \n\nWhether or not it was intentional to Melanie, Irian lowered the bow gradually and then rather casually walking up to her. \"My apologies. I thought you were some spy for a second there.\" He said with a rather neutral but faintly amused tone. \"Bad habit of mine.\" Eyes perked, he looked over in the same direction as her a few seconds ago towards the other two. \"You seem immersed there. Would you like to be introduced?\"", "username": "Conscripts", "char_name": "Irian Sinewell" } ]

[ { "text": "Lirrah's cheeks reddened slightly as the knight loudly exclaimed his love for her pie. Of course, Lirrah knew it was the best. She had made it. However, the sheer robust earnestness with which the man conducted himself was almost an embarrassment. She had heard, around camp, of one who went by the epithet 'The Sincere'. She didn't have near enough knowledge to say for certain, but if the title was not ironic, she could guess that it applied to this man.\n\nBut he was definitely hiding something.\n\nLirrah knew that the more outwardly honest someone seemed, the more likely they were to have a skeleton in their closet or two. Or maybe it was a manipulation tactic? Well, it didn't matter for now. Lirrah could not be confounded so easily, anyways, and it probably had nothing to do with her besides. Whether he accidentally shoplifted once or routinely killed people in his basement, he liked her cooking and his money was good. Lirrah put a bright, cutesy expression on her face.\n\n\"Thank you so much, mister knight! I'm so glad you like it! Please come pack to the Matayannah Trading Company at pase camp for home cooking at its finest! I love having customers as enthusiastic as you!\"\n\nLirrah noted, during her exchange, that Velvetica was meeting with some of the people who had been sent to scout. An announcement would likely be made soon, so it was probably time to start packing up her goods. She smiled sweetly as the Demon woman, with a strange joviality, explained how dire it would be if her friends were to show up for food. Lirrah swallowed.\n\nAnd the woman patted her head.\n\nLirrah figured that many Nem would be borderline offended by the gesture, as infantilizing as it was. Then again, many Nem did not purposely put on a cute act to sell more. In truth, Lirrah had been patted so many times that she had considered selling them if she could word it in a way that didn't make her seem scummy. It was a part of building rapport, it was a tool in her kit, and she really didn't mind being fawned over. Adorability was a weapon, in its own way, and it was likely the reason she was here at all.\n\nLirrah wondered, briefly, what the Demon woman would think of her ambitions. The lengths she would go to stand at the top of the-\n\nIla-Nem, it was like being trapped under the massive paw of some great beast, and she was but a mouse. Lirrah's cheeks reddened a bit more, and she shivered.\n\n\"W-well, thank you so much for saying so~\" Lirrah tweeted, turning her cute up a few notches, \"I have spirit in apundance! I think you and I are speaking of different friends, though. I more meant comrades in the immediate area. Perhaps your Hundi friend, if the occasion takes her!\"\n\nLirrah beamed up at the woman, punctuating her request with the world's most honey-soaked giggle.", "username": "Octo", "char_name": "Lirrah Matayannah" }, { "text": "MELANIE \n\n\n---\n\n\nLocation: Hraesleg Base Camp\nInteractions: @Conscripts\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n \"...yes, of course. It makes perfect sense that the plumes are not as well developed were it to not face the harsh updrafts of the mountain...\" Melanie mumbled, face buried in the notebook and quill again in hand, fiercely inscribing all that she had gathered of Shortclaw. A shame she didn't have the opportunity, but what little she did see inflamed her curiosity well enough on its own. A griffin! Of all beasts! And a magnificent specimen too, anyone would be taken by its grandeur. \n\n Melanie seemed completely unaware that an arrow landed next to her, continuing to mumble fragments of sentences that sprung in its nascence out of her mouth. Stray pages freed themselves from Melanie's notebook and dejectedly floated to the ground, folding itself and its rejected contents into nothing. \"...but the veracity of the dwarven records of the early sightings of the griffin has long since been tested by - GAH!\"\n\n Melanie looked up, momentarily confused and slightly annoyed at whatever thing derailed her note taking, before she acknowledged that it was another elf talking to her. Hraesleg Lions armor? Heavens alive, Melanie had let herself go again. What should someone think of her profession should they find such a disheveled looking maniac? Posthaste, she flicked out a brush and vigorously brushed out the dust from her hair to its natural flow, flattened out her robes and smiled at Irian in a precise and practiced manner, forgoing any acknowledgement of context. \"My name is Melanie Theria Layaneth, naturalist and archivist of all curios, pleased to meet you!\" \n\n There was a pause as Melanie fumbled her way back to try and recall what she missed. Why was he talking to her? This wasn't the forums, she wasn't going to get thrown out for pestering passerbys with questions. Something about...something about spying? Objectionable choice of words, but quite accurate. \"Yes, I am indeed gathering information about the Hraesleg Lions!\" Melanie said cheerily. \"There are quite a lot of rumors surrounding this detachment, and I simply had to see for myself. And deep apologies, but I didn't happen to catch your name?\"", "username": "PigeonOfAstora", "char_name": "MELANIE" }, { "text": "István Shilage\n\nOtter@Eisenhorn@Psyker Landshark\n\n\"We're taught to remember where we came from.\"\n\nAll told, there were little questions to be had as to just how the mercenary had come about to be plying his chosen trade beneath the banners of the Lions. The sharpness in his eyes told the tale his meager origin and nonexistent status belied, for what they lacked in the Goddess-given spark of noble bearing they made up for in shrewd observation. A battlefield veteran would need no less to survive well, and without any guarantee of underlings delegable for menial tasks like \"finding people\" and \"remembering who went where\", they were necessarily primed to assist him in picking up the slack these situations left on the individual. Where he lacked in formal sculpting, necessity had moulded him.\n\nSomething close to a smirk flickered across his face as they walked, the brew-clutching behemoth a pair of strides behind the golden-eyed hireling. Imagine Cadmon, having to run his own errands in such a way.\n\nThe North would have been eaten alive by Estival in weeks.\n\n\"And it seems such friendly fortune has graced you as well,\" came the booming rejoinder as the pair located his charge after a respectably short while, the young heir's slouch concealing his height and frame in a fashion to the older man would, one day, finally kick the hell out of him long enough to not be so recognizable. \"Yet still you refuse to cast aside such a dull expression, despite your lovely company. Anger her at your own peril, boy, an Crownsblade scorned is a shameful loss for us all.\"\n\nDespite his admonishing words, he spared the both of them any show of tutting or theatrics— Cadmon wouldn't buy it for a moment, and Lambert wouldn't find the humor. Instead, he simply strode forth, nodding his thanks to Urden as the task he'd set upon the man was now complete.\n\n\"Here.\" The mug in his right hand, slightly fuller than its twin, was thrust forth for the young Earl to accept. \"Drink. The drums of war are closing upon us. You'll need to be sharp.\"", "username": "HereComesTheSnow", "char_name": "István Shilage" } ]

[ { "text": "Lirrah parted with her customers, having sold a relatively good amount, and packed up before heading over to the briefing. The Demon woman, notably, seemed to be able to vanish rather quickly for one so big. If a Demon could truly just come and go as they pleased, it was perhaps a little bit alarming, but more in a cosmic sense than an immediate one.\n\nWell, as long as her pastries were well-liked, she probably wouldn't be killed.\n\nLirrah heard Velvetica out, knowing that having her finger on the pulse of the latest goings-on was a great tool for a merchant, and also a fantastic way to not die. Lirrah didn't get get the Juyuem vitriol against necromancy. Though Ila-Nem also warned against their evils, it wasn't quite so ingrained in her people. Hadriyu were the more pressing concern, but perhaps one's scorpion men were another's necromancers.\n\nHadriyu were, by nature, monsterous Nem-killers. Was there something in the nature of necromancy that ensured a particularly monsterous person? If not for the mindless undead craving for flesh, eternal unskilled labor seemed a good business prospect. Though if that's what a necromancer wanted, they could just learn to make golems. It was probably that innate viciousness that could be pointed to in any civilized discussion about the subject: mindless undead were killing machines, and if a necromancer were to lose control, they would continue plaguing the world until dismantled.\n\nLike a Hadrid.\n\nLirrah felt some degree of disgust well after anyone who actually despised necromancy, but she got there. Only, she looked as if she hated necromancers the entire time she was debating whether or not there might be any business viability. She knew her clientele. All the people around her hated it, so she hated it too. She looked just as disgusted by the mention of the dark arts as anyone else.\n\nAn easily-changing value system was yet another magnificent tool for a merchant.\n\nOnce she was finished speaking, Lirrah timidly approached her. Velvetica was yet another person who was kind of scary, though by no means tall. Lirrah knew, however, that she was good-hearted. Even if everyone told her not to spend time on bandits, she could not ignore those in front of her.\n\nLirrah understood this value firsthand.\n\n\"San'yashu, lady Hraesleg,\" Lirrah greeted her softly. It wasn't really something she wanted a lot of other people to hear. She looked up at the woman, eyes glistening innocently, and briefly wondered if the fact that Lirrah had to look up at her when they spoke made Velvetica feel tall.\n\nLirrah hoped this was the case.\n\n\"I would not dare ask you to leave anyone pehind on my account, nor ask for anyone to escort me to home camp. You need as many people as you can get to deal with these awful necromancers, so... I was actually thinking I would like to help you more! To do my part for Velt,\" she lied as naturally as she breathed, \"I wanted to pring some items along, and maybe help keep an eye out. My eyes are very good in the gloom, and I am an expert at avoiding danger! Only... I do still get scared. May I count on you, again, to see me through the night? E-even though I am weak... I would like to do something.\"\n\nLirrah turned her meek and cute act up to maximum. If this didn't make Velvetica want to protect her with everything she could, Lirrah didn't know what would.", "username": "Octo", "char_name": "Lirrah Matayannah" }, { "text": "Kayliss Lambert\n\nAs the briefing finished, Kayliss folded her arms in front of her from her position in the back corner of the gathering, her brow furrowed in thought. Necromancers. A vexing enemy for her, all told. Certainly, the mages themselves were but mere men if they were taken off guard, her skillset and tools didn't quite work for dealing with actual undead. Blades and poison designed to cut to a living target's vitals weren't exactly effective when dealing with deadened veins and shambling bones. Fortunate that the Lions had so many heavier fighters better suited to dealing with undead chaff. \n\nOf course, that didn't preclude the option of their superior officer already having an idea of what to do with her. So with that in mind, Kayliss silently wove her way through the gathered crowd and to the front, waiting patiently some distance away from the camp's nem merchant while she made her appeal. The Crownsblade briefly narrowed her eyes down at the side of Lirrah's head. A walking equipment caddy, and requiring an escort? Kayliss had her own opinion on that, though she wouldn't give it unless asked. A waste of resources and men that could be utilized more efficiently. If the merchant thought her stock would be useful, then she could at least be bothered to hand it out to those who would actually be getting their hands dirty. \n\nRegardless, as the...girl? Woman? Nem of an age Kayliss couldn't quite distinguish finished her appeal, the assassin simply appeared in Velvetica's peripheral vision, bowing her head to the Steel Princess.\n\n\"Any specific orders, my lady? Otherwise, I assume I've your permission to embed myself within another unit?\" While she'd prefer Cadmon and Istvan's aid thanks to familiarity and the fact that they would know how to properly utilize her, it wasn't exactly Kayliss's choice.", "username": "Psyker Landshark", "char_name": "Kayliss Lambert" }, { "text": "\"Good thing spreading nasty rumors like that is bad for business then, ain't it Ms. Lambert?\"\n\nUrden had no intention of spreading gossip or rumors, they didn't pay well first off, not the kind he could source at least. Secondly he liked his ribs and kidney where it was without being perforated, and if he was lucky it'd only happen in his sleep. Of course, the Lad himself chimed in that, no, she was lovely company and not all daggers and glaring them. All a bit above his paygrade, really, he wasn't an infiltrator or assassin. He earned his coin the hard way, one axe swing at a time. Granted that frame of time might be incredibly short depending on his efforts, but that was neither here nor there. Before he could chime in the meeting for select soldiers was finally called and he was among them for the briefing. Time to see what the scouts had come reporting back on, and what Boss had in mind for them to go and clean up tonight.\n\nCorpse defilers seemed to be the order of the day, which meant tangling with reanimated carcasses. Urden wouldn't lie and say that he was looking forward to this. Bandits, thugs, and the like could be intimidated into surrendering or otherwise routed. Reanimated bodies though, that was grim work near as he understood it. Not like it was his specialty either, but hell, he wasn't paid to have misgivings or concerns. One of the bluebloods or magic folks would probably get into some drawn out duel with the head of this band of corpse stealers, while folks like him were cleaning up the real mess. He got paid the same either way, and since this wasn't going to be particularly glamorous or career building he could settle for just hacking through anything unfortunate enough to be shambling in front of him. That being said, he didn't exactly have much of value to chime in with, so he found himself a place to sit down and rest a bit before the impending violence, mostly talking to himself.\n\n\"Seems like this'll be my good deed for the week, putting the defiled back in the ground where they belong.\"", "username": "Eisenhorn", "char_name": "Urden Antiac" } ]

[ { "text": "Gisela\n\nListening quietly, the mage couldn't help but frown as Cadmon outlined his plan. Maybe it would work from a tactical perspective--she was hardly trained in military planning--but from a magical one, it struck her as crucially flawed. Unfortunately, that meant that she had to give up on her preferred anonymity and speak up.\n\n\"Against a necromancer of unknown quantity, I would encourage everyone to avoid splitting into small groups. It would be too easy for any loss to be turned against us; if a single party is surprised beyond what it can handle, then not only would we be down half a dozen men, it would be as if they had turned traitor and now stand against us,\" the mage answered, \"In the heat of battle, it would be an unlikely foe that could raise a host as the battle progresses, but only moderate skill would be needed with minutes to spare.\"\n\nThere was even the other risk--if their foes included necromancers, could it not be that they had other mages? The ability to maintain groups prepared for any eventuality would diminish the more they shrunk. The prospect of being able to lose one group to a surprise show of concentrated force, then have that group turned against them... diluting their strengths would only benefit the ones who could grow in power as there were more fights.\n\nOtter", "username": "Raineh Daze", "char_name": "Gisela" }, { "text": "Cadmon Demet\n\n\n---\n\n@Raineh Daze\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nCadmon quickly turned his gaze to Gisela, a deeper frown than her own on his face. \"Then I suppose you'd like to dispense with the initial plan as well?\" he asked, with a short nod to Velvetica. \"Both entail us splitting apart our forces, after all, and I doubt that any of us are so lacking in sensibility that we'd leave whoever we send out as bait, in whichever manner, so wanting for aid so long—nor, assuming we pick who goes into my suggestion carefully, would they be so foolish as to strand each other.\n\n\"In either scenario, the rest of us will be close enough to step in when the time is right. Miss Lambert will be ready as soon as their defences are opened enough to go and remove the threat of their necromancer or necromancers. Otherwise, we may as well commit to a direct assault rather than play around with any attempted subterfuge and ambush.\"", "username": "The Otter", "char_name": "Cadmon Edricsson Demet" }, { "text": "Gisela\n\n\"One large group and bait is far less risky. Making a single group that can hold out until reinforcements has much less splitting, does it not? There is no need to supplement the most skilled with the average, or reliance that this cult doesn't have a surprise that can overwhelm a small group by numbers or magic alone.\"\n\n\"Are standard tactics not standard for a reason? If they err on the side of caution, then we can leverage our other offensive skills to force them out.\"", "username": "Raineh Daze", "char_name": "Gisela" }, { "text": "Cadmon Demet\n\n\n---\n\n@Raineh Daze\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\"Standard tactics would be sending out a basic raid without intent to immediately back them up, and without using them for nothing more than mild testing of the enemy defences,\" Cadmon said slowly. \"Assuming this cult hasn't completely set their own brains to rot like the corpses they dig up, the initial plan is more likely to be ignored as an obvious trick than it is to be taken as bait. It's neither standard nor effective from my view.\"", "username": "The Otter", "char_name": "Cadmon Edricsson Demet" }, { "text": "Guillaume\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nThe room's temperament is that of war-strategists planning their carefully laid out skirmishes. For a single moment when Guillaume has heard that Lady Demet has passed away... He felt a brief pause. The air was as cold as his grief that washed his face. Istvan's chiseled expression did not betray a sorrowful emotion, but the deep tone of his monolithic voice exudes a regretful undertone. Guillaume's hand crept to his breastplate. \"My condolences. The world has lost a beautiful soul. May her spirit be lifted into Reon's arms.\"\n\nLady Demet had treated Guillaume with much kindness, respect, and gentleness during his service. To see such an amazing woman passing on so early is crushing to the heart, and it must be more so for the Earl himself. \"Pass on my condolence to the Earl. I will make sure to return and mourn for his loss in person, once this is all over.\" The reunion became a bittersweet gathering of sorts, which had to be ended quickly as the young Demet broke the brief silence.\n\n\"Indeed, my travels have been both great and shameful at times.\" His hand slowly fell to his side. \"Soon you'd have to test your governing abilities when your people are influenced by outside news.\" His voice was upbeating, trying to move on from the feelings of grief. \"Politics would perhaps become your craft.\" The small conversation was put on hold as Lady Hraesleg began to lay out her plan of attack.\n\nIt seems that Lirrah's pleading had earned her the role of night watch woman. It was her best abilities utilised effectively to avoid direct confrontation. Then, there was the assassin. For some reason, Lady Hraesleg had found it fitting to include an assassin into the Lions. The knight's brow furrowed as he laid eyes on her golden locks with uncertainty and some suspicion. He didn't exactly know who she was, but for Lady Hraesleg to have included must mean that she had an incredible recommendation from a Lord or some kind.\n\nSoon a disagreement broke between Gisela and Cadmon over whether to follow the usual combat practices rather than Lady Hraesleg's initial plan, with both presenting good points that should not be ignored. Though Guillaume remained quiet and thought over the battle plan for a moment. The plan is to lure the foxes out of their hole with essentially more bodies that could potentially be raised back by the necromancer close to their encampement or hideout. When they strike the 'bait', the rest of the Lions will attack in response and chase them into their hole, where the assassin would have already eliminated the Necromancer.\n\n\"Lady Hraesleg,\" The knight responded. \"I am willing to pose as the lure if we are to follow the initial plan, with six men to pose as guards to a caravan. The caravan can be filled with a few more of us to join the fight immediately.\" He could envision one version of events, where the enemy strikes their caravan, and soon would come to find out that the caravan of goods were but a decoy. \"We'd be able to quickly eliminate them when they attack. Then, we ride into their encampment in similar numbers of the attackers as they'd be expecting the raiding party to return.\" To take Cadmon's note on the matter, \"However if the enemy has indeed caught wind of the Lions hunting them and remained on the low, then we'd indeed need to quickly move to assault their base the old-fashioned way.\"", "username": "VKAllen", "char_name": "Guillaume Fortier the Sincere (or Gil)" }, { "text": "István Shilage\n\nOtter@VKAllen@VitaVitaAR\n\nI wouldn't worry. He's already mourned.\n\n\"As it stands, they'd be exceedingly blind to not have noticed us.\" the large man offered, a brewing rejoinder to Guillaume's final plea and consideration. Of course he wanted to offer himself as the \"bait\" in accordance to the original plan laid out— Errancy being what it was, it forged an entirely singular consideration of skill, risk, and worth. In himself he would trust, and by the same token, only himself would he happily risk. Terribly honest.\n\nBut upon such a note, that of subterfuge and earnestness's many intersecting foibles—\n\nHis hand swept behind them, leading gazes to follow back through the bulk of the camp. The Lions were many things.\n\n\"The fires of camp have seen to that. Large as our force is, the smoke will carry far on the wind and high above the plains. We're hard to miss.\"\n\nSubtle was rarely one of them.", "username": "HereComesTheSnow", "char_name": "István Shilage" } ]

[ { "text": "\"Exactly what part of this sounds like standard tactics to you, Sir Guillame?\" commented Velvetica, with one eyebrow raised, \"If this is standard to you, you must have been in some interesting engagements prior to entering my service. I should truly love to hear about them, Sir Guillame.\"\n\nShe cocked her head, before clearing her throat.\n\n\"In any case, it's certainly worth noting there's no doubt they're at least somewhat aware of our presence, and perhaps the idea of spreading our bait a little wider and a little more aggressively isn't a poor one.\"\n\nSeating herself, the Steel Princess steepled her fingers.\n\n\"But that will work excellently with the other part of our strategy. Our bait isn't merely bodies and supplies, with deadly warriors hidden within and an ambush awaiting out of sight. The effigies, those blasphemous artifices to whatever deranged faith they follow. Why, they're quite noticeable, aren't they? And we are dealing with fanatics.\"\n\nA smirk crossed her lips.\n\n\"How do you think they'd respond to their destruction? Not merely supplies and people, but people who are directly insulting their madness? Tearing down what they have worked for?\"\n\nShe let her question hang for a few moments before continuing to speak.\n\n\"It's not merely provocation,\" she added, \"But a practical approach as well. If those effigies are ritual components, it's possible destroying them is not only an insult to whatever thing they're treating as a god, but also a direct disruption to whatever foul magic they have at play. Besides, they're a token of their gleeful defilement of the dead. Anyone should see it as their duty to destroy them.\"\n\nVelvetica placed her hands down on the table.\n\n\"I shall tentatively allow you to arrange yourselves as best you see fit, to select either the bait and raiders or the ambush. If I disagree with your choice, I'll simply correct it myself.\"\n\nDaze@Rin@AzureKnight@Psyker Landshark@The Otter@VKAllen@Eisenhorn@Crimson Paladin@Conscripts@HereComesTheSnow@Octo@PigeonOfAstora", "username": "VitaVitaAR", "char_name": "Velvetica Hraesleg, the Steel Princess" }, { "text": "Lirrah smiled sweetly as Irian extended his hand. His words implied, perhaps, that she would be expected to do more work than her own words suggested. Well, it wasn't as if she was planning on doing nothing, and it wasn't like the Elf would have the luxury of watching her the whole time, but it was significantly more expectation than she was used to.\n\nStill, when a soldier offers a hand, you shake. This could not be refused, she imagined, as soldiers were a tight-knit group. Spurn one, spurn many. Befriend one, befriend many. That, and he threw in a nickname. Nicknames were excellent for business relations. Trading some small degree of combat expectation for this much social clout had Lirrah coming out like a bandit.\n\nLirrah reached out to daintily take his hand, and suddenly found her arm clasped in the bond of battle siblings. She trembled a little, but gripped the man's arm with as much force as her tiny body could muster. This was more than she had bargained for, but if she was gonna do it, she had to do it properly.\n\n\"Iri, then,\" she snatched up the offered nickname like a wolf to a steak, \"it's a pleasure~ I am Lirrah Matayannah! As someone new to these lands, it is always good to meet new friends~\"\n\n'New friends' was, perhaps, a little presumptuous, but if she was taking the arm-clasp, she was taking everything she could.\n\nAnd her smile was nectar while- OH ILA-NEM-\n\nLirrah practically jumped out of her boots when yet another scary person accosted her, this one brandishing an order in her face. With her pale face made even paler, she awkwardly broke the handshake to snatch up the list, giving Iri an apologetic smile.\n\nAs this went on, the discussion about the plan continued, including Cadmon's talking about using her as bait. If Lirrah was capable of shooting a terse death glare that would make someone fear for their safety, then Cadmon would feel it. She was, thankfully, not capable of this. Cadmon was fantastic as a potential customer, so she would just have to remember to overcharge him.\n\nAs Lirrah looked over the list, she was able to connect it with the sorts of requests she'd get from certain shady individuals. She was no apothecary, and she didn't particularly ask questions, but she could recognize ingredients for a poison when she saw them now. Velvetica-sanctioned poison. Very interesting. Lirrah smiled up at the woman who, after the initial shock, actually wasn't so scary. She had dealt with customers that had gazes like hers before. They were typically the dour sort. Maybe a little sad.\n\n\"Oh, dear me, no,\" Lirrah apologized without apologizing, \"the 10% off is for her personal use. If it was for anything the Lions needed, I'd be selling everything lower. I'd put myself out of a jop!!\"\n\nLirrah pouted cutely.\n\n\"Although... I'll tell you what: I wouldn't like to leave a pretty woman like you disappointed. How apout we make it 15% off if you commit to a reoccurring order? Say... once a month, for three months at least? We can do more if you need, though. Some of this stuff I have, yet a few things here are hard to get hold of. The more you order in advance, the more likely you'll have it on hand if you need more than you thought. Isn't that a great deal? It's propably something you'd order anyways, put at 15% off! I'm gonna ruin myself at that rate~\"\n\nShe gave the woman a honey-sweet wink as the battle discussion was wrapping up. To no one's surprise, Lirrah wouldn't be bait. They did get to vandalize evil effigies, though. She guessed that would be a big hit for most of the soldiers. They'd probably use the chance to flex their creativity. How productive!", "username": "Octo", "char_name": "Lirrah Matayannah" } ]

[ { "text": "Lirrah's cheeks reddened slightly as the knight loudly exclaimed his love for her pie. Of course, Lirrah knew it was the best. She had made it. However, the sheer robust earnestness with which the man conducted himself was almost an embarrassment. She had heard, around camp, of one who went by the epithet 'The Sincere'. She didn't have near enough knowledge to say for certain, but if the title was not ironic, she could guess that it applied to this man.\n\nBut he was definitely hiding something.\n\nLirrah knew that the more outwardly honest someone seemed, the more likely they were to have a skeleton in their closet or two. Or maybe it was a manipulation tactic? Well, it didn't matter for now. Lirrah could not be confounded so easily, anyways, and it probably had nothing to do with her besides. Whether he accidentally shoplifted once or routinely killed people in his basement, he liked her cooking and his money was good. Lirrah put a bright, cutesy expression on her face.\n\n\"Thank you so much, mister knight! I'm so glad you like it! Please come pack to the Matayannah Trading Company at pase camp for home cooking at its finest! I love having customers as enthusiastic as you!\"\n\nLirrah noted, during her exchange, that Velvetica was meeting with some of the people who had been sent to scout. An announcement would likely be made soon, so it was probably time to start packing up her goods. She smiled sweetly as the Demon woman, with a strange joviality, explained how dire it would be if her friends were to show up for food. Lirrah swallowed.\n\nAnd the woman patted her head.\n\nLirrah figured that many Nem would be borderline offended by the gesture, as infantilizing as it was. Then again, many Nem did not purposely put on a cute act to sell more. In truth, Lirrah had been patted so many times that she had considered selling them if she could word it in a way that didn't make her seem scummy. It was a part of building rapport, it was a tool in her kit, and she really didn't mind being fawned over. Adorability was a weapon, in its own way, and it was likely the reason she was here at all.\n\nLirrah wondered, briefly, what the Demon woman would think of her ambitions. The lengths she would go to stand at the top of the-\n\nIla-Nem, it was like being trapped under the massive paw of some great beast, and she was but a mouse. Lirrah's cheeks reddened a bit more, and she shivered.\n\n\"W-well, thank you so much for saying so~\" Lirrah tweeted, turning her cute up a few notches, \"I have spirit in apundance! I think you and I are speaking of different friends, though. I more meant comrades in the immediate area. Perhaps your Hundi friend, if the occasion takes her!\"\n\nLirrah beamed up at the woman, punctuating her request with the world's most honey-soaked giggle.", "username": "Octo", "char_name": "Lirrah Matayannah" }, { "text": "MELANIE \n\n\n---\n\n\nLocation: Hraesleg Base Camp\nInteractions: @Conscripts\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n \"...yes, of course. It makes perfect sense that the plumes are not as well developed were it to not face the harsh updrafts of the mountain...\" Melanie mumbled, face buried in the notebook and quill again in hand, fiercely inscribing all that she had gathered of Shortclaw. A shame she didn't have the opportunity, but what little she did see inflamed her curiosity well enough on its own. A griffin! Of all beasts! And a magnificent specimen too, anyone would be taken by its grandeur. \n\n Melanie seemed completely unaware that an arrow landed next to her, continuing to mumble fragments of sentences that sprung in its nascence out of her mouth. Stray pages freed themselves from Melanie's notebook and dejectedly floated to the ground, folding itself and its rejected contents into nothing. \"...but the veracity of the dwarven records of the early sightings of the griffin has long since been tested by - GAH!\"\n\n Melanie looked up, momentarily confused and slightly annoyed at whatever thing derailed her note taking, before she acknowledged that it was another elf talking to her. Hraesleg Lions armor? Heavens alive, Melanie had let herself go again. What should someone think of her profession should they find such a disheveled looking maniac? Posthaste, she flicked out a brush and vigorously brushed out the dust from her hair to its natural flow, flattened out her robes and smiled at Irian in a precise and practiced manner, forgoing any acknowledgement of context. \"My name is Melanie Theria Layaneth, naturalist and archivist of all curios, pleased to meet you!\" \n\n There was a pause as Melanie fumbled her way back to try and recall what she missed. Why was he talking to her? This wasn't the forums, she wasn't going to get thrown out for pestering passerbys with questions. Something about...something about spying? Objectionable choice of words, but quite accurate. \"Yes, I am indeed gathering information about the Hraesleg Lions!\" Melanie said cheerily. \"There are quite a lot of rumors surrounding this detachment, and I simply had to see for myself. And deep apologies, but I didn't happen to catch your name?\"", "username": "PigeonOfAstora", "char_name": "MELANIE" } ]

[ { "text": "Gisela\n\nListening quietly, the mage couldn't help but frown as Cadmon outlined his plan. Maybe it would work from a tactical perspective--she was hardly trained in military planning--but from a magical one, it struck her as crucially flawed. Unfortunately, that meant that she had to give up on her preferred anonymity and speak up.\n\n\"Against a necromancer of unknown quantity, I would encourage everyone to avoid splitting into small groups. It would be too easy for any loss to be turned against us; if a single party is surprised beyond what it can handle, then not only would we be down half a dozen men, it would be as if they had turned traitor and now stand against us,\" the mage answered, \"In the heat of battle, it would be an unlikely foe that could raise a host as the battle progresses, but only moderate skill would be needed with minutes to spare.\"\n\nThere was even the other risk--if their foes included necromancers, could it not be that they had other mages? The ability to maintain groups prepared for any eventuality would diminish the more they shrunk. The prospect of being able to lose one group to a surprise show of concentrated force, then have that group turned against them... diluting their strengths would only benefit the ones who could grow in power as there were more fights.\n\nOtter", "username": "Raineh Daze", "char_name": "Gisela" }, { "text": "Cadmon Demet\n\n\n---\n\n@Raineh Daze\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nCadmon quickly turned his gaze to Gisela, a deeper frown than her own on his face. \"Then I suppose you'd like to dispense with the initial plan as well?\" he asked, with a short nod to Velvetica. \"Both entail us splitting apart our forces, after all, and I doubt that any of us are so lacking in sensibility that we'd leave whoever we send out as bait, in whichever manner, so wanting for aid so long—nor, assuming we pick who goes into my suggestion carefully, would they be so foolish as to strand each other.\n\n\"In either scenario, the rest of us will be close enough to step in when the time is right. Miss Lambert will be ready as soon as their defences are opened enough to go and remove the threat of their necromancer or necromancers. Otherwise, we may as well commit to a direct assault rather than play around with any attempted subterfuge and ambush.\"", "username": "The Otter", "char_name": "Cadmon Edricsson Demet" }, { "text": "Gisela\n\n\"One large group and bait is far less risky. Making a single group that can hold out until reinforcements has much less splitting, does it not? There is no need to supplement the most skilled with the average, or reliance that this cult doesn't have a surprise that can overwhelm a small group by numbers or magic alone.\"\n\n\"Are standard tactics not standard for a reason? If they err on the side of caution, then we can leverage our other offensive skills to force them out.\"", "username": "Raineh Daze", "char_name": "Gisela" }, { "text": "Cadmon Demet\n\n\n---\n\n@Raineh Daze\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\"Standard tactics would be sending out a basic raid without intent to immediately back them up, and without using them for nothing more than mild testing of the enemy defences,\" Cadmon said slowly. \"Assuming this cult hasn't completely set their own brains to rot like the corpses they dig up, the initial plan is more likely to be ignored as an obvious trick than it is to be taken as bait. It's neither standard nor effective from my view.\"", "username": "The Otter", "char_name": "Cadmon Edricsson Demet" }, { "text": "Guillaume\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nThe room's temperament is that of war-strategists planning their carefully laid out skirmishes. For a single moment when Guillaume has heard that Lady Demet has passed away... He felt a brief pause. The air was as cold as his grief that washed his face. Istvan's chiseled expression did not betray a sorrowful emotion, but the deep tone of his monolithic voice exudes a regretful undertone. Guillaume's hand crept to his breastplate. \"My condolences. The world has lost a beautiful soul. May her spirit be lifted into Reon's arms.\"\n\nLady Demet had treated Guillaume with much kindness, respect, and gentleness during his service. To see such an amazing woman passing on so early is crushing to the heart, and it must be more so for the Earl himself. \"Pass on my condolence to the Earl. I will make sure to return and mourn for his loss in person, once this is all over.\" The reunion became a bittersweet gathering of sorts, which had to be ended quickly as the young Demet broke the brief silence.\n\n\"Indeed, my travels have been both great and shameful at times.\" His hand slowly fell to his side. \"Soon you'd have to test your governing abilities when your people are influenced by outside news.\" His voice was upbeating, trying to move on from the feelings of grief. \"Politics would perhaps become your craft.\" The small conversation was put on hold as Lady Hraesleg began to lay out her plan of attack.\n\nIt seems that Lirrah's pleading had earned her the role of night watch woman. It was her best abilities utilised effectively to avoid direct confrontation. Then, there was the assassin. For some reason, Lady Hraesleg had found it fitting to include an assassin into the Lions. The knight's brow furrowed as he laid eyes on her golden locks with uncertainty and some suspicion. He didn't exactly know who she was, but for Lady Hraesleg to have included must mean that she had an incredible recommendation from a Lord or some kind.\n\nSoon a disagreement broke between Gisela and Cadmon over whether to follow the usual combat practices rather than Lady Hraesleg's initial plan, with both presenting good points that should not be ignored. Though Guillaume remained quiet and thought over the battle plan for a moment. The plan is to lure the foxes out of their hole with essentially more bodies that could potentially be raised back by the necromancer close to their encampement or hideout. When they strike the 'bait', the rest of the Lions will attack in response and chase them into their hole, where the assassin would have already eliminated the Necromancer.\n\n\"Lady Hraesleg,\" The knight responded. \"I am willing to pose as the lure if we are to follow the initial plan, with six men to pose as guards to a caravan. The caravan can be filled with a few more of us to join the fight immediately.\" He could envision one version of events, where the enemy strikes their caravan, and soon would come to find out that the caravan of goods were but a decoy. \"We'd be able to quickly eliminate them when they attack. Then, we ride into their encampment in similar numbers of the attackers as they'd be expecting the raiding party to return.\" To take Cadmon's note on the matter, \"However if the enemy has indeed caught wind of the Lions hunting them and remained on the low, then we'd indeed need to quickly move to assault their base the old-fashioned way.\"", "username": "VKAllen", "char_name": "Guillaume Fortier the Sincere (or Gil)" } ]

[ { "text": "Kayliss Lambert\n\nUgh. Merchants. A small part of Kayliss couldn't help but admire how quickly the Nem got over her shock and started trying to make a deal with ruthless aggression. The much larger, more sane part of Kayliss's mind was just exasperated. The deal sounded good, certainly. That was, if she actually needed to brew mana-inhibiting poisons on a regular basis. She didn't run through enough of it to necessitate paying for herbs at the constant monthly rate the woman was suggesting. \n\nThere were, however, other poisons she had more use for constantly. Ones that were versatile enough for most situations. In that context...well, the deal wasn't too awful. It wasn't as if she had much use for money while her room and board were taken care of by the Lions. Once upon a time, perhaps. But a decade and a half of working for the nation in some capacity meant that the former urchin girl didn't quite have a much of a need for the coin she once pilfered constantly. \n\n\"I propose an alteration to the deal. I can be a recurring customer, but for supplies such as these in general. Extend the discount to more herbs of this nature, and I'll consent to making at least one order a month for six months.\" Kayliss told the merchant flatly, not bothering with the stare now that it seemed an opportunity for business overrode any fear Lirrah had. \"Now, show me what you have on hand. Time is of the essence, and I'd prefer to get to...crafting as soon as possible.\"", "username": "Psyker Landshark", "char_name": "Kayliss Lambert" }, { "text": "@Crimson Paladin@Eisenhorn\n\n\n\n---\n\nHraesleg Lions Base Camp\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nAt Roger's correction of his name, Valmyra's face tunred a cherry red as her eyes widened. The mission hasn't even started, and she's already getting names wrong... \n\n\"Apologises...\" She said in a weak, defeated tone. She would elect to remain silent for the time being, until she was addressed directly or had concerns with a given plan. Until that point, she would slump into a depressive state, attempting to avoid drawing further attention to herself.\n\nShe would still take note of her other allies, however. The humans (and one Nem) gathered around were quite the motley crew. All of them from different backgrounds and walks of life. The little Nem began discussing poisons with the clocked blonde on the team. The little one seemed to be a merchant by trade, and it showed in her speech... Val was reminded of some of the human merchants she gave patronage to during her town visits. They spoke convincingly and with much enthusiasm - anything to make a sale. Lirrah, was it? She thought to herself. Gods, she hoped she got that name right. She felt there was more to her than meets the eye. The clocked woman, on the other hand, gave off the air of an assassin. Probably no stranger to the subject matter then.\n\nHer thoughts were broken as Urden, another fellow teammate, leaned over to her. She began to pout as she glared at the gruff mercenary. \"Oh stop. He's probably annoyed enough as it is!\" She said, her face full of exasperation. Turning to their captain, she informed them all that their targets were likely fell worshipers. Val had to keep herself from bearing her fangs at the mention. She thankfuly never had a run in with their ilk before, but their sacrilegious actions showed they had no respect for nature. That disgusted her more than anything.\n\n\"Captain, I will echo Urden and say I am fine with wherever you feel my skills would work best in. I will say that I am at home in forested terrain and can move nimbly amongst the trees.", "username": "AzureKnight", "char_name": "Valmyra Audron" } ]

[ { "text": "Kayliss Lambert\n\nCadmon's words revealed that there wasn't anything of substance for her. Not yet, at least. Disappointing, but not entirely unexpected. It was at least refreshing to hear that someone wanted to make good use of a valuable asset for once. Not to disparage her actual superior here, but the thought still lingered in her brain. Still, she couldn't exactly fault Lady Hraesleg for that. The line of reasoning was obvious enough.\n\n\"Perhaps. But I doubt I'll be given the honor of cutting the head off the snake. Our objective here will always be at least partially political until the Lions are foremost in the realm. Sending an assassin to take care of matters quickly and quietly is counterproductive to that regard. At best, I might be used to soften them up somewhat. A lieutenant or two would serve, to say nothing of their supplies.\"\n\nKayliss shrugged, seeming unbothered at that. While the lack of opportunity for her personally wasn't very exciting, there was still the big picture to consider for the nation as a whole. As it stood, the Steel Princess had her support given that she was one of the few forces in the realm taking proactive measures against dangers to it as a whole. Not that Kayliss would be fickle or disloyal enough to betray the girl unless she did something treasonous. A Crownsblade had better convictions than that. But she still had a conversation to continue. Or what passed of one with a surly tactician barely into his manhood, at least.\n\n\"In any case, where is that massive brute that advises you? I'd have thought he'd be at your side.\"", "username": "Psyker Landshark", "char_name": "Kayliss Lambert" }, { "text": "Urden raised a hand in return greeting to the gambeson clad István. Now there was a man that the mercenary could respect, he'd heard stories of the Shilage family well before ever having crossed paths with the lineage themselves. Soldiers who rose up to nobility, and had been making moves to establish themselves. All that wouldn't have meant a lick if it had turned out the man had proven to not be an effective fighter. Fortunately, any concerns had been wasted considerations, István was skilled with both shield and flail. Notoriously tricky choice of weapon, and proved to be the kind of implacable pillar in a battle crush that could stand out in the finest shock company, and could charge such a fee as well if it had suited. Of course, not everyone had the mercenary outlook, not something Urden particularly blamed anyone for of course. End of the day, if all he looked for in life was a good fight alone, he could do far worse than seeing where the scion of Shilage went. Still, a question posed deserved an answer, and he gave his weapon a once over before setting the whetstone back in its place.\n\n\"The good Earl, I do think I saw him a bit ago, as well as one of his servants looking rather busy with a message no doubt paramount to deliver. Looked like he was heading for the Boss' tent, least that was the direction he was wandering while giving the troops a good once over. Tell you what though, I won't get much else done preparing so I'll help track the lad down.\"\n\nUrden hopped to his feet, already practically dressed for the no doubt battle filled evening. Compared to some in the camp, the mercenary fought and travelled light, a single shoulder guard providing protection for his non dominant side. The heavier armor got, the slower he moved and, more importantly, the more expensive upkeep got. Full plate was all fine and well for nobility and knights who had a nation footing the bill for them, but it took an exceedingly successful mercenary to be able to afford the upkeep and time spent conditioning and training for how to move and fight in armor. Wearing it was just one aspect, one had to be comfortable in armor, know where it could take hits and where it couldn't. Tightening the strap on his one piece of armor, and shouldering his axe, he casually addressed the low bass that had complimented his own tune nicely.\n\n\"Been quite sometime since someone knew that old work ditty, call it a pleasant surprise. Anyways, shall we?\"\n\nUrden's mind wandered briefly while getting underway to make the search happen. He suspected a night raid on whoever was up to no good this time, it was a clever idea with soldiers who could pull it off. Night raids were tricky affairs though, it was too easy to mix up friend and foe in the gloom, even if the night sky was kind enough to not obscure what light it provided. However, that was a matter for the briefing to come as he focused his attention once more. At the leisure of the Shilage, Urden would take the lead strolling the last known path he had seen the moody lad wandering off on. It reminded him of just how....varied a band this group had become. From merchants and mercenaries to lords and noble heirs, you could find near anyone in this merry group. Urden chatted with soldiers and camp staff in passing, playing that seeming pleasant demeanor to glean where the Earl had gone. A bit of luck they'd find him in no time at this rate.", "username": "Eisenhorn", "char_name": "Urden Antiac" }, { "text": "Cadmon Demet\n\n\n---\n\nLandshark@HereComesTheSnow@Eisenhorn\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nHe'd been in agreement with her, up to the end; they had the same opinion of how likely it was she would get used, and what use they might get out of her skills. At her last words, though, the young noble stiffened perceptibly, his eyes narrowing towards her.\n\n\"Sir Shilage keeps his own counsel in such matters. He comes when I send for him, but if not, he's perfectly free to do as he wishes. It is my hope that he meets us at Lady Velvetica's pavilion.\" As much as some in the camp might wish to levy insults against his own face, Cadmon was just as content to let them come and shrug them off; to speak in such a way about the man who'd become just as close family to him as his own parents had been, however, was something he refused to let pass without some comment or correction.\n\nNeverminding that István likely wouldn't care one bit himself.\n\n\"Hopefully between the three of us we can convince her to set you loose. I'm not feeling like a pitched battle today—sick opponents are always easier to subdue, and I'm sure you know all sorts of ways to leave them feeling quite ill.\" Truth be told, he was surprised how quickly he'd grown accustomed to battle, otherwise the thought of one rapidly approaching might well have left him feeling sick to his stomach, not that he'd ever admitted to it.\n\nLuckily enough, as he picked his path back through to the center of the camp, he quickly caught sight of István a short ways away, alongside one of the mercenaries who'd joined on with the Lions. At least the presence of others should help forestall any actual argument brewing between himself and the assassin at his side. \"Well. It appears my man has made a friend. Shilage!\"", "username": "The Otter", "char_name": "Cadmon Edricsson Demet" } ]

[ { "text": "Kayliss Lambert\n\nGoddesses help her, Kayliss barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the boy doing the polite equivalent of histrionics over her mention of Shilage. Really, it hadn't even been intended as an insult on her part. \"Brute\" was just about the only way to describe such a person. If Demet chose to interpret that as negative, well, that was his perogative to be so easily riled. And speaking of...\n\n\"...\" Kayliss briefly narrowed her eyes in displeasure at Istvan's casual mention of her actual role. For a moment, she was sorely tempted to kill the man the next time he slept for such an egregious breach in information. Suddenly, it was starting to become more evident how half the camp knew she was an assassin in the first place. Really, Kayliss had thought better of the man until now. She wasn't exactly surprised he knew in the first place, given that Cadmon almost certainly knew of the Crownsblades thanks to his rank. Combine that with her general demeanour not exactly matching a killer for coin, she couldn't quite fault anyone for the noble of the bunch knowing, at least. And given that Istvan had access to the same information Cadmon did, it wasn't hard to understand how he knew. \n\n\"Sir Shilage, if you'd care to keep a more guarded tongue about certain classified information when out in public? It would make all of our lives easier should some things not leak out to the camp and beyond. You never know where gossip tends to spread.\" Kayliss asked Istvan pointedly before meeting the gaze of the fighter who was staring at her now. Wonderful. From the way he was looking at her, it was almost a certainty that this Urden fellow knew what her organization had been as well. \n\n\"Kayliss Lambert.\" She inclined her head towards Urden, her ponytail bobbing behind her. \"The same goes to you as well, of course.\"\n\nOtter @HereComesTheSnow @Eisenhorn", "username": "Psyker Landshark", "char_name": "Kayliss Lambert" }, { "text": "Cadmon Demet\n\n\n---\n\nLandshark@HereComesTheSnow@Eisenhorn\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nOf course, there was no way he could be seen walking around with nearly anybody without István having some sort of comment to make on it. Before he had the chance to make much reply, though, a mug of hot coffee was thrust into his hands. He accepted it wordlessly, bringing it up to his lips to take a sip, as Kayliss glared at the larger man. The mercenary, for his part, quickly introduced himself, jabbing back at István for him.\n\n\"Don't let her sharp tongue deceive you, she is lovely company,\" he interjected before either of the others had a chance to respond. \"Intelligent, composed, and not so fragile as to take my flat affect for an insult.\" He took another sip of the bitter liquid in his cup. \"I don't think I'm the one who needs to worry about peril, for now.\"\n\nHopefully none of them would; they had more important things to do than trade jabs and threats with each other, after all. \"Now. I was planning for the three of us—now four—to be there when Lady Velvetica debriefed her scouts, and I'm fairly certain I saw plumage weaving between the tents. Let's hurry along.\"", "username": "The Otter", "char_name": "Cadmon Edricsson Demet" }, { "text": "Irian Sinewell\n\n---\n\n\nIrian raised his eyebrows quite a bit seeing that she seemed to completely ignore the arrow shot, her head continued to submerge in text until he actually talked to her, which was quite impressive and more amusing than anything. Even more so when in the middle of this, she just took out a brush to streamline her hair before him. The elf contemporary from the woods leaned his head slightly, crossing his arms and waiting for Melanie to finish. \n\n\"Melanie.\" He nodded in return as she introduced herself. She's an archivist. No wonder. And that name sounds familiar \"You're the one who beat up your fellow debater for a dress color, right?\" Said Irian, his eyebrows raised, the straightforward inquiry turned to a small smirk. \"I know, because...let's just say acquaintance of mine was there.\"\n\nWood Elf academics weren't exactly known for studying in foreign lands, but visitors to his elf settlement were still a good source of information. Part of the reason why the elves were quite the gracious hosts. This guy was kind of an ass though, so if anything, it was more of a funny story for campfires and idle chatters. No one really cares about Reon's clothes anyway. Respect though, elves to elves, for standing by her work to that degree. \"Well, glad to meet such an interesting person like you as well.\" He replied with a firm smile, his hand on his chest as he bowed slightly. A practised response, but with some degree of genuine sincerity and hospitality. \n\n\"I'm Irian Sinewell.\" Irian said. \"Forest Watcher...well not anymore as long as I am here with our band of brothers and sisters.\" He looked back at the camps to quite a variety of individuals with all walks of life. \"Yeah, I don't exactly blame anyone for the rumours. But I get the princess. It's not the time to be picky with your warriors.\" \n\nThe most obvious case was Melanie herself. He would keep his actual judgment of her combat capability for when he actually see action, but a person with a history of academics and archivists in a position of border patrols and order enforcement would mean the situation had to be pretty serious. \n\nIrian noticed Velvetica emerging from her tent. That was indications of a debrief. \n\n\"Well, duty calls.\" Irian said, giving Melanie a two-fingered wave. \"If there's any rumors to be dispelled about me, or you want to be introduced to the team, or a chat, you are free to come around.\" With that, he yanked the arrow from the tent's peg, put them in his quiver and headed over to Velvetica and the other scouts.\n\n---\n\n\nHe arrived just in time as Roger gave his report. Pretty much exactly what he saw. \"I confirm.\" He followed up on Roger. \"Disturbed earth, effigies along the way. The effigies are further away from us though, with what seems like human skulls. I don't know if they are recently deceased or from disturbed graves.\" He put a finger on his chin as he gave what his theory was. \"Could be a deterrent measure. If that's the case, a camp might be nearby.\"\n\nPaladin@PigeonOfAstora@VitaVitaAR", "username": "Conscripts", "char_name": "Irian Sinewell" }, { "text": "Velvetica quietly ground her fingers to her chin, contemplating the information she'd been given. Certainly, there were some proposals that could possibly explain these actions in isolation. The ancient tombs in the borderlands were often stocked with all manner of wealth, so robbing them could be a route to profit for the average bandit. Using human remains to adorn their camp could be a method of intimidation rather then ritual. To make those who would approach fearful, rather then worship any profane entity.\n\nWith all that said, however, when combined with the actions of the supposed bandits it simply didn't add up. If they had been taking exclusively the living as prisoners, then it would still be explainable.\n\nBut they were taking the dead as well.\n\n\"Effigies using human remains and disturbed earth, then...\" she paused for a moment, \"In that case, I'm certain I know precisely what we're up against, now. Hiding behind the veil of mere bandits was a foolish idea given their proclivities.\"\n\nA smile crossed the Steel Princess's lips.\n\n\"They're going to regret it.\"\n\nIt was a short time later, once her requested soldiers had largely been gathered, that she prepared to give her briefing.\n\nThe table-sized map now had a black marker placed on it, highlighting the likely location of the enemy camp.\n\n\"Our scouts' efforts have determined not only the location of the enemy camp, but also provided valuable evidence of the nature of our enemy,\" she began, \"Taken in isolation, only the claiming of the dead is unusual for bandits. Disturbing the earth could be explained by hunting for treasure in tombs. Prisoners can be taken as hostages or slaves. Effigies made of human remains can be used for intimidation rather then ritual.\"\n\nPlacing her hands on the table, Velvetica leaned forward.\n\n\"But our enemy is guilty of all of these crimes, plus collecting the dead,\" she continued, \"Quite unusual, is it not? Expending effort to cart off corpses is strange even if you're attempting to pretend to be something you're not. That is, of course, because our enemy is not simply bandits. Nor is it Ithillin's dogs, trying to portray themselves as such.\"\n\nShe straightened.\n\n\"But it's certainly a group that stands to profit from the situation. I'm certain at least some of you are familiar with the cults that worship wicked spirits and the ancient dark lords, correct?\"\n\nShe regarded her assembled forces.\n\n\"Those who indulge in slavery and necromancy. Those who defile the dead in the name of their rituals, to make symbols from their bodies. Sins against the goddesses and all who follow them,\" she added, \"Those who worship wickedness and evil. That, I am nearly certain, is our opponent. I suspect they're seeking a specific tomb, and forcing prisoners living and dead into labor for them. There's no way to guess what profane entity they worship based on our current information, but it will make little difference: They shall be wiped out all the same.\"\n\nDaze@Rin@AzureKnight@Psyker Landshark@The Otter@VKAllen@Eisenhorn@Crimson Paladin@Conscripts@HereComesTheSnow@Octo@PigeonOfAstora", "username": "VitaVitaAR", "char_name": "Velvetica Hraesleg, the Steel Princess" } ]

[ { "text": "Cadmon Demet\n\n\n---\n\n@HereComesTheSnow\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nCadmon stood still as Velvetica spoke up, issuing forth her commands to the group. It seemed her reputation as a genius and prodigy was well earned; her quick adjustment spoke to an agile mind. 'The other part of our strategy,' indeed. Sometimes, genius wasn't just in the ability to think outside of the box, the ability to rapidly take in changing information and account for it, the amount of knowledge gained over a time of study—sometimes the ability to save face and preserve a reputation was just as important.\n\nAs Velvetica looked over the group within her tent, he met her gaze with a level, blank stare, murmuring \"Nice save.\" Likely quiet enough that István wouldn't even hear it, sharp as his ears were, though Cadmon expected that his hulking retainer was thinking something along the same lines. He maintained his own stare a moment more as Velvetica's gaze passed on, before turning towards the large knight and raising his voice slightly so that his man could hear.\n\n\"István, pick who you see fit and lead one of the raiding parties. Harass their defenses and smash their effigies, like Lady Velvetica said. Aside from that, the particulars of how you draw them out are up to you.\" At least he couldn't find fault with how Velvetica had seen fit to mollify the competing factions in the discussion; even if the supply caravan likely wouldn't make good bait compared to the supposed skirmishers, it could at least serve to distract the necromantic cult long enough to let the rest of the bait strategy come to fruition. \"I'll stay in my usual ward, unless she should request otherwise. Do take care not to get killed.\"", "username": "The Otter", "char_name": "Cadmon Edricsson Demet" }, { "text": "Irian Sinewell\n\n---\n\n\n\"Lirrah.\" Irian nodded. \"New friends are indeed worth the effort.\" \n\nLirrah would be continuing what she does best if it hadn't been for Kayliss, which caused the Nem's attention span to shift straight to trying out discounts on her. Truly a merchant indeed. He decided to listen to the ongoing discussion around the strategies they were going to employ. Baiting out enemies were more in the minds of the soldiers around here than he expected. The only disagreement that the group was having was more of the methodology of doing it, which Irian found a little amusing that it was more of how much they could trick a suspicious opponent. To him, if the opponent was suspicious enough to not take the bait on the caravan strategy, then luring out their entire group with a raiding party would just be biting on rocks a little harder. The difference there would just be the degree of the cultist's arrogance. If anything, what would concern him more would be how devastating the Lions can inflict on the enemy and to that Irian believed more on Velvetica's initial strategy. Caravan ambush is a lot easier to envelope and completely decimate the cultists rather than relying on good warriors to lure enemies out through fighting capabilities. \n\nWhat the Steel Princess decided on was more trying to offend the cultists instead to actually lure them out into a fight, which made sense too. Pretty much an element from both of their strategies combined, without the need to risk the Nem merchant and their supplies. If they took the bait and walked directly into an ambush, then perfect, one less enemy for Velts. And if they were competent enough, well now they knew. The elf simply followed along with his arms crossed, his silence conveying his agreements.\n \n\"I'll ambush.\" Irian said tersely. \"It's better, and I'm certain the princess wants archers at the backline anyway.\"", "username": "Conscripts", "char_name": "Irian Sinewell" }, { "text": "\"And here I thought this evening was going to be boring...\"\n\nUrden wasn't much of one to comment on tactics and grand strategy, mostly since he wasn't paid to in this case, but the disagreements and discussion seemed to have led to a new plan. New plan was simple enough. One group, smash the idols and bait the corpse defilers into coming out to play a game of catch the vandal. Then the other group would come down on them like the wrath of the gods, if one put sufficient gravitas into such things. Figure they cared so much, they could have intervened already, but he wasn't about to spark a religious debate before heading off to battle. No, seemed like the Lions were being given a chance to pick their roles with final discretion to the Boss herself. Not a bad way to pick out companion's dispositions in regards to conflict, which gave him plenty to consider since others had chimed in so far before him.\n\nMerchant was haggling with Ms. Daggers over poisons and such. Not much use for those in his line of work, if an axe to the torso didn't kill, you kept on trying. Still, can't fault the planning ahead. A mortal stab wound is already hard enough to focus past, add in something nasty chewing through you and its even worse. He hadn't done much shopping as of yet, he didn't need supplies and was frugal with his coin, not frittering it away on niceties and luxuries beyond boozing in taverns and alehouses. Every man had his vice, though on the war path he was cautious to drink, never knew when trouble would come knocking. Or tearing through a tent flap, screaming bloody murder. Since the Merchant was intent on coming along, well, that made the bait team that much more appetizing, and that was before the smashing of ritual idols was factored in. Whoever was on the bait and raid team would have a real good time, he might just wager.\n\n'Hector', as the Lamia had so keenly gotten wrong, was next to chime in. Volunteered for ambush duty, figured. Cavalry types were all the same, regardless of the mount. Had the coin for arms, armor, and supplies to maintain that much of a standing, they always went for the glorious charge, the route and shattering of groups. Paid better too, but he couldn't ride a donkey to save his life, let alone the bloody big bird. No leave the whole 'noble art' of riding to those who could afford to armor both themselves and their steeds, replacing those had to get expensive quickly. Still, having bird man and his pet pigeon in the wings, pun intended, wasn't going to be unwelcome. Especially if something unexpectedly nasty decides to come barreling down on them. Still, he leaned over to the Lamia who had gotten Roger's name wrong, metaphorically ribbing her over the misstep.\n\n\"Y'know, since you mentioned it, Roger really does look like a 'Hector', doesn't he? Maybe you should go suggest it as a permanent change? Might just make his week.\"\n\nThe Boy Wonder tasked Istvan with gathering who he wanted for a raiding party, and then deferred to staying in his usual 'ward'. Typical, sending out the competent ones to do the heavy lifting, and then sitting back. Well, not quite sitting back, no one had that luxury, but tasking others before they had a chance to chime in, just rude really. At least pay the poor sod before barking orders. As for Sharp Ears, well, what a surprise the wood elf chose the ambush party. Terse and to the point though, credit where credit was due there. That he could work with, and long as he didn't offend ol' Sharpy there too much he'd be fine. Might want to see how he shoots first though, but they'd have plenty of time for that in the coming battle. He spoke up finally, as casual and relaxed as ever.\n\n\"Put me where you want me Boss, I ain't got a preference. No sense mucking up that grand strategy you got brewing in that head of yours, eh?\"\n\n@VitaVitaAR", "username": "Eisenhorn", "char_name": "Urden Antiac" }, { "text": "Kayliss Lambert\n\nUgh. Merchants. A small part of Kayliss couldn't help but admire how quickly the Nem got over her shock and started trying to make a deal with ruthless aggression. The much larger, more sane part of Kayliss's mind was just exasperated. The deal sounded good, certainly. That was, if she actually needed to brew mana-inhibiting poisons on a regular basis. She didn't run through enough of it to necessitate paying for herbs at the constant monthly rate the woman was suggesting. \n\nThere were, however, other poisons she had more use for constantly. Ones that were versatile enough for most situations. In that context...well, the deal wasn't too awful. It wasn't as if she had much use for money while her room and board were taken care of by the Lions. Once upon a time, perhaps. But a decade and a half of working for the nation in some capacity meant that the former urchin girl didn't quite have a much of a need for the coin she once pilfered constantly. \n\n\"I propose an alteration to the deal. I can be a recurring customer, but for supplies such as these in general. Extend the discount to more herbs of this nature, and I'll consent to making at least one order a month for six months.\" Kayliss told the merchant flatly, not bothering with the stare now that it seemed an opportunity for business overrode any fear Lirrah had. \"Now, show me what you have on hand. Time is of the essence, and I'd prefer to get to...crafting as soon as possible.\"", "username": "Psyker Landshark", "char_name": "Kayliss Lambert" } ]

[ { "text": "Gisela\n\nThe Hundi shrugged, \"She's a demon, her nature isn't going to change so easily. If it did, I expect that our contract would be terminated in short order as she aligned herself to newer goals. But the odds of that happening in the next thousand years is vanishingly low.\"\n\nAlthough, whether she would still be around a thousand years hence to take advantage of such a thing? That was hard to say. It was quite possible, but at the same time, her specialities could always lead to even more serious trouble if the sentiment against mages turned even more dire for whatever reason. Like a resurgence of the Witch-Queen, as vanishingly unlikely as she was to return from being dead. Rumour had it that the majority of her pupils had escaped unscathed, and were more than capable of causing havoc if the mood so took them.\n\n\"Hmm, I don't think you'd like to see any of my friends coming in unannounced. They're not all so friendly as I, and might be quite upset if the food didn't come with a good brawl,\" the demon laughed, rubbing her chin. And then she bent down to pat the nem's head... which would probably have been more humiliating if not for the gulf in size that meant she could do that to just about anybody here, \"But you've got spirit.\"", "username": "Raineh Daze", "char_name": "Gisela" }, { "text": "Lirrah's cheeks reddened slightly as the knight loudly exclaimed his love for her pie. Of course, Lirrah knew it was the best. She had made it. However, the sheer robust earnestness with which the man conducted himself was almost an embarrassment. She had heard, around camp, of one who went by the epithet 'The Sincere'. She didn't have near enough knowledge to say for certain, but if the title was not ironic, she could guess that it applied to this man.\n\nBut he was definitely hiding something.\n\nLirrah knew that the more outwardly honest someone seemed, the more likely they were to have a skeleton in their closet or two. Or maybe it was a manipulation tactic? Well, it didn't matter for now. Lirrah could not be confounded so easily, anyways, and it probably had nothing to do with her besides. Whether he accidentally shoplifted once or routinely killed people in his basement, he liked her cooking and his money was good. Lirrah put a bright, cutesy expression on her face.\n\n\"Thank you so much, mister knight! I'm so glad you like it! Please come pack to the Matayannah Trading Company at pase camp for home cooking at its finest! I love having customers as enthusiastic as you!\"\n\nLirrah noted, during her exchange, that Velvetica was meeting with some of the people who had been sent to scout. An announcement would likely be made soon, so it was probably time to start packing up her goods. She smiled sweetly as the Demon woman, with a strange joviality, explained how dire it would be if her friends were to show up for food. Lirrah swallowed.\n\nAnd the woman patted her head.\n\nLirrah figured that many Nem would be borderline offended by the gesture, as infantilizing as it was. Then again, many Nem did not purposely put on a cute act to sell more. In truth, Lirrah had been patted so many times that she had considered selling them if she could word it in a way that didn't make her seem scummy. It was a part of building rapport, it was a tool in her kit, and she really didn't mind being fawned over. Adorability was a weapon, in its own way, and it was likely the reason she was here at all.\n\nLirrah wondered, briefly, what the Demon woman would think of her ambitions. The lengths she would go to stand at the top of the-\n\nIla-Nem, it was like being trapped under the massive paw of some great beast, and she was but a mouse. Lirrah's cheeks reddened a bit more, and she shivered.\n\n\"W-well, thank you so much for saying so~\" Lirrah tweeted, turning her cute up a few notches, \"I have spirit in apundance! I think you and I are speaking of different friends, though. I more meant comrades in the immediate area. Perhaps your Hundi friend, if the occasion takes her!\"\n\nLirrah beamed up at the woman, punctuating her request with the world's most honey-soaked giggle.", "username": "Octo", "char_name": "Lirrah Matayannah" } ]

[ { "text": "Location: Angel Grove Community Event\nInteractions: Nick @rocketrobie2\n\nOf course, Ryan had to make an appearance at the event. He was just so in demand these days, he couldn't let his fans down. His parents were involved in funding the whole thing, there was a performing arts section, and Fae Ree was going to make an appearance at Drag Queen Story Hour for the kiddos. So much to do so little time.\n\nRight now though, he was enjoying the event. He was dressed in full Fae Ree drag. He snapped some selfies with people to post on insta later. Being a Drag Queen, Ryan got some dirty looks from people. He just blew them a kiss, and waved them off. He couldn't help that he was the prettiest girl here.\n\nHe grinned when he saw a familiar face near the concert area, and ran over to him. \"Nicky darling!\" He gave the former high school athlete a kiss on both cheeks. \"Selfie for the gram?\" He didn't even wait for Nick's response before throwing an arm around his shoulders and snapping the picture anyway. Ryan would happily admit he didn't know a thing about sports, nor did he care to know. Ryan didn't need an excuse to talk to a cute boy. He then showed the selfie he took. \"Oh yes. My followers will love that. So, how have you been? I've been so busy these days. I imagine you've been snapped up by a university or something?\"", "username": "Crimson Flame", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Location: Angel Grove Community Event\nInteracting w/: Charlie @LG\nOutfit\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\n\"Should have known he had an ulterior motive, cheeky bastard.\"\n, Jordan muttered under her breath as she stabbed the flimsy plastic fork into a sliced strawberry sitting on top of the best known dessert at any carnival, funnel cake. Try to convince her differently but this was the one and only needed dessert while there were plenty of other savory items needed at carnivals. Sadly, even its glorious flavor couldn't stop the pout on her lips as she quickly realized why her uncle had suggested she visit the community center event even though the excuse had been to get her out of the house to meet new people or reunite with others that hadn't seen her since junior year of highschool. No, the true reason for this little suggestion was stumbled upon on the outer edge somewhat near the funnel cake stand and that was an open job fair event which was indeed nice, but it wasn't like she hadn't been searching…it just happened that none of them felt like the right fit. Okay, so…maybe the real truth was she had tried a few and gotten fired but she wasn't about to tell Benny that. He had enough to worry about with her. \n\n\"Jordan!\"\n\nHer head snapped to the side as she paused in her steps, scanning the crowd of people around her before her eyes landed on a familiar face. Charlie waved her over to a cloth-covered table with GENESIS's logo plastered on it which wasn't all that surprising considering her passions but she had to raise an eyebrow on why she would give up such a personally nice day to do, well, this. \"Fancy seeing you here! So, um, GENESIS booth huh? Sign up a few suckers to the cause and what not?\", Jordan asked teasingly, scooting the odd titanium briefcase along with Charlie's bag over before plopping down directly on the table for a convenient seat.\n\nThere was nothing technically wrong with the company when looking it over and she was happy for her friend but it just always seemed too good to be true. Something about it rubbed her the wrong way and she didn't trust it. Maybe she was slightly more pessimistic than she believed herself to be but if anything, she always went with her gut on these things. \"But seriously, how has your day been going? Get to check out any of the other attractions and what not or have you been stuck here all alone with… a pile of flyers and this creepy ass tin can of a case?\", she questioned with a nod of her head at the items before taking another bite of her delicious treat.", "username": "Akayaofthemoon", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Location: Angel Grove Community Event\nInteracting w/: @Crimson Flame\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nWork was killing Nick. When you were trying to make a sale it felt like the world was ending and when there wasn't a customer around it was like being stuck on Alcatraz, stuck by yourself with nothing to do. That's why Nick had been looking forward to the Community Event for the past two months. As he finally entered the grounds Nick realized just how little he'd be socializing the past couple months, with his family clearing out of town and most of his old friends doing the same or losing contact, Nick was looking forward to meeting some new people and seeing some old faces.\n\nSpeaking of new (or old) faces, Nick quickly found himself getting his face kissed and picture taken before even realizing what was going on. It took Nick a moment to recognize who was talking to him, more than a little secretly embarrassed that he could forget someone who dressed this bombastically. Just as they finished asking about uni, Nick recognized Ryan and put things together.\n\n\"Ryan! Hey yeah no. I'm still figuring things out on the school front, don't want to jump the gun and get two years into a degree I hate.\" Nick chuckled a bit, crossing his arms over his chest. \"What about you? You still doing the theatre stuff?\"", "username": "rocketrobie2", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Aiden had been stretching his legs in the parking lot; this was normally his favorite spot for just... Relaxing, but today it was crowded with the Youth Center event. He stood leaning against his bike, just watching the crowded scene suspiciously, debating whether to brave the horde or move on.\n\nThere was a glint of... Something just up in the hills... Some activity, too. Eh, it was probably just carnival workers setting up fireworks displays, or something.\n\nWith a sigh, he shrugged it off and decided to go ahead and see what fun there was to be had- who knows? Maybe he'd find something interesting at the job fair between games?\n\nHe tried to be discreet as he gave a \"fairy woman\" an appraising glance- she was too busy having a selfie with someone else to notice, and it was probably better that way. No doubt she worked here, like a cosplayer, so any \"reciprocating\" was going to be a matter of professionalism. Now, where's the whack-a-mole? He was betting the kids would appreciate a leg-up against the booth operators!", "username": "BenG85", "char_name": "Aiden Gregor" } ]

[ { "text": "Interactions: Nick @rocketrobie2\n\nRyan raised an eyebrow. \"Really? I was sure you would have gotten a scholarship somewhere… Well, I'm sure you'll find something. As for me, well of course I am! That's what I'm going to school to study. I'm going to be a star, and you'll see my name on the bright lights of Broadway!\" He replied with a flourish. \"Buuut, in the meantime, how would you feel about going out with me once this is done? It's been a while since I've had a fun night out with a handsome guy.\" He grinned.\n\nBefore Ryan could find out if he was going to get a date out of this or not, there was a sudden ka-boom that caused a food truck to fall over, and chaos ensued. A tackily dressed stepped out and started speaking nonsense. At first Ryan would have thought this was a really bad performance or something, and Ryan would have to have a word with this idiot later. The minute he saw the Muddies attacking people was when he knew this wasn't part of the show.\n\nRyan would have grabbed Nick's hand and ran away from this nonsense, but one of those Muddie things came up behind him, and grabbed him. \"Beg your pardon? I know I'm beautiful, but I did not give you permission to touch!\" Ryan kicked the Muddie in the groin with a high heeled clad foot, causing it to let Ryan go. \n\nBut then he was soon surrounded by three more with those pointy metal sticks in their hands. Ryan put his arms up. \"Uh, Nicky. Assistance would be appreciated!\"", "username": "Crimson Flame", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Location: Angel Grove Community Event\nInteracting w/: @Crimson Flame\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nWithout a moment to reply, Nick found his conversation upended. One moment everything was fine and the next the event was plunged into chaos. Nick wasn't sure what to do at first, running seemed to be the general consensus but when Ryan was grabbed, Nick figured that wasn't going to work. After Ryan's own escape, Nick moved closer and went back to back with him as the duo faced the other weapon wielding monsters.\n\n\"Uh, Nicky. Assistance would be appreciated!\" brought the full weight of the situation down on Nick. He wasn't much a fighter, Volleyball didn't involve much tackling and there wasn't much roughhousing growing up in his family of three sisters... but Nick was always a quick study. \n\n\"Keep up the kicking and I'll take care of the rest\" Nick quipped, feeling corny as all hell, before puffing his chest and mustering as much bravado as he could. He got into a low stance and charged for the closest monster, mimicking the tackles he'd seen his high school peers pull off. He wasn't going varsity for his football skills but it seemed he had enough skill and (more importantly) muscle left to topple his target to the ground before he himself rolling off and charging the next. This one had time to react however, bringing its weapon down in a strike that Nick narrowly avoided but sent him tumbling to the ground himself. Trying to get his bearings back, Nick quickly found himself staring down three sharp prongs as the hurtled towards his head. Moving more so on instinct, Nick's hand reached and grasped at an overturned stool from one of the many event stations and brought it up to block the attack. Nick got a a fat-lip and a bruised cheek from the force of the stool colliding with with his face but Nick was grateful it was the chair and not the claws mere inches from puncturing their target.\n\n\"Hey!... Might need!... A hand!\" Nick struggled out as tried to force the stool and the monster up and away from him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his previous mark getting up from his tackled state. This things were no joke but Nick knew he thrived under pressure. It was only the first set and Nick wasn't about to throw in the towel for this game anytime soon.", "username": "rocketrobie2", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Location: Angel Grove Community Event -> Angel Grove Foothills\nInteracting w/: @Crimson Flame\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nJust when things were looking worse for Nick, another new development showed itself in what seemed to be theses goons' leader telling them to book it after someone. Nick couldn't really see the situation unfolding from his spot on the ground but once he managed to pop to his feet he got a better idea of what was going on. Someone nabbed something from the GENESIS career table and these things wanted to get their hands on it. He was ready to make like lightning and bolt, short of being run over with a motorcycle these things didn't seem like they were mortal. His contemplation on fleeing was interrupted by a peck on the cheek; how European.\n\nFurther bringing himself back to the present was a call to arms coming from someone hoofing it after the would be thief. \"I'm gonna run ahead, gimme a scream if you need a hand.\" Nick replied as he put his athletics to the test. He wasn't as fit as he used to be but he was still fast, making long quick strides towards the crowd. As he caught up to the swarm, Nick made sure to keep an arm's length away from the monster goons, knowing his charge would come to an end if one decided to jump him.", "username": "rocketrobie2", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Aiden couldn't help but think to himself, as he flew through the air propelled by his bike exploding, Well, this took a turn...\n\nHe gritted his teeth and groaned as he tried to recover from the fall, mostly hearing a high pitched buzzing in his ears.\n\nAs his hearing started to come back, and he dragged himself back to his feet, he locked eyes on Maskaraid. #&$% this clown! He picked up and clutched what used to be the tail-pipe on his bike, and called out to him. \"Hey, you big ugly jerk! I don't know what your problem is, but you and your pals need to get your heads straight and beat it!\"", "username": "BenG85", "char_name": "Aiden Gregor" }, { "text": "Location: Angel Grove Community Event\nInteracting w/: Charlie @LG\nMentions: Aiden @BenG85\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nJordan flinched, watching horrified as the energy blast sliced the motorcycle before sending the rider flying. There was no way she could move to help them or even check if they were alright with the enemies still surrounding Charlie and herself. She made sure to at least attempt to make her way over when she could. That being said, if these creatures' leader could do something like that then maybe there were more tricks up their sleeves which made her grip the stolen weapon harder. \n\n\"Foolish humans! You dare to defy the wishes of the Dark Empire!?\" Maskaraid proclaimed.\n\n\"Damn right we do! Fuck you guys!\"\n\n\"Hey, you big ugly jerk! I don't know what your problem is, but you and your pals need to get your heads straight and beat it!\"\n\nHer attention drew to the new voice, feeling a flood of relief to see that the rider was at least alright enough to stand even if it was with the help from the broken bike piece, not staying on the ground for too long. She didn't care what the retaliation or the result was from their snapbacks and comments, just preparing herself to dodge. Heck, if he hit his own men in the process she would call it a win. The answer though was more surprising, her head turning in the direction of the cloaked figure escaping the grounds, who was also drawing the attention of all the enemies. [i]All this destruction of one person? Seriously? They had put families and everyone else in danger just to hide here? What the hell?![i], she thought to herself, frustrated but she wouldn't let someone die for being stupid. Obviously more was happening here and she was going to get to the bottom of it. The enemies didn't take long to completely ignore the existence of those left, instead pursuing chase with the hooded figure. \n\nShe relaxed a bit, rubbing the scrapped up shoulder from the weapon attack earlier, hissing in pain as she did. Jordan already planned to head after the swarm of creatures but when she noticed Charlie wasn't by her side, she panicked for a moment before noticing that she had already jogged ahead. She had wanted to come up with at least a better plan than just straight chasing after them but it seemed that went down the toilet fast. \"Hold up! Where is the fire!?\", she called, starting to jog forward after Charlie when, \"They stole GENESIS's suitcase! Please! Help me get it back!\".\n\nShe freaking knew that creepy ass case was gonna be trouble! Jordan always listened to her gut and she should have known it wasn't about the person but what they carried. With that information, she cursed under her breath before kicking into a full blown sprint, ready to catch up to her friend and hopefully get this case back before these monsters got their hands on it.\"Any idea what's in it? Like how bad are we talking if we can't get this back?\", she asked as they ran.", "username": "Akayaofthemoon", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Location: Angel Grove Community Event\nInteracting w/: Charlie @LG\nOutfit\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\n\"Should have known he had an ulterior motive, cheeky bastard.\"\n, Jordan muttered under her breath as she stabbed the flimsy plastic fork into a sliced strawberry sitting on top of the best known dessert at any carnival, funnel cake. Try to convince her differently but this was the one and only needed dessert while there were plenty of other savory items needed at carnivals. Sadly, even its glorious flavor couldn't stop the pout on her lips as she quickly realized why her uncle had suggested she visit the community center event even though the excuse had been to get her out of the house to meet new people or reunite with others that hadn't seen her since junior year of highschool. No, the true reason for this little suggestion was stumbled upon on the outer edge somewhat near the funnel cake stand and that was an open job fair event which was indeed nice, but it wasn't like she hadn't been searching…it just happened that none of them felt like the right fit. Okay, so…maybe the real truth was she had tried a few and gotten fired but she wasn't about to tell Benny that. He had enough to worry about with her. \n\n\"Jordan!\"\n\nHer head snapped to the side as she paused in her steps, scanning the crowd of people around her before her eyes landed on a familiar face. Charlie waved her over to a cloth-covered table with GENESIS's logo plastered on it which wasn't all that surprising considering her passions but she had to raise an eyebrow on why she would give up such a personally nice day to do, well, this. \"Fancy seeing you here! So, um, GENESIS booth huh? Sign up a few suckers to the cause and what not?\", Jordan asked teasingly, scooting the odd titanium briefcase along with Charlie's bag over before plopping down directly on the table for a convenient seat.\n\nThere was nothing technically wrong with the company when looking it over and she was happy for her friend but it just always seemed too good to be true. Something about it rubbed her the wrong way and she didn't trust it. Maybe she was slightly more pessimistic than she believed herself to be but if anything, she always went with her gut on these things. \"But seriously, how has your day been going? Get to check out any of the other attractions and what not or have you been stuck here all alone with… a pile of flyers and this creepy ass tin can of a case?\", she questioned with a nod of her head at the items before taking another bite of her delicious treat.", "username": "Akayaofthemoon", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Location: Angel Grove Community Event\nInteracting w/: @Crimson Flame\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nWork was killing Nick. When you were trying to make a sale it felt like the world was ending and when there wasn't a customer around it was like being stuck on Alcatraz, stuck by yourself with nothing to do. That's why Nick had been looking forward to the Community Event for the past two months. As he finally entered the grounds Nick realized just how little he'd be socializing the past couple months, with his family clearing out of town and most of his old friends doing the same or losing contact, Nick was looking forward to meeting some new people and seeing some old faces.\n\nSpeaking of new (or old) faces, Nick quickly found himself getting his face kissed and picture taken before even realizing what was going on. It took Nick a moment to recognize who was talking to him, more than a little secretly embarrassed that he could forget someone who dressed this bombastically. Just as they finished asking about uni, Nick recognized Ryan and put things together.\n\n\"Ryan! Hey yeah no. I'm still figuring things out on the school front, don't want to jump the gun and get two years into a degree I hate.\" Nick chuckled a bit, crossing his arms over his chest. \"What about you? You still doing the theatre stuff?\"", "username": "rocketrobie2", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Aiden had been stretching his legs in the parking lot; this was normally his favorite spot for just... Relaxing, but today it was crowded with the Youth Center event. He stood leaning against his bike, just watching the crowded scene suspiciously, debating whether to brave the horde or move on.\n\nThere was a glint of... Something just up in the hills... Some activity, too. Eh, it was probably just carnival workers setting up fireworks displays, or something.\n\nWith a sigh, he shrugged it off and decided to go ahead and see what fun there was to be had- who knows? Maybe he'd find something interesting at the job fair between games?\n\nHe tried to be discreet as he gave a \"fairy woman\" an appraising glance- she was too busy having a selfie with someone else to notice, and it was probably better that way. No doubt she worked here, like a cosplayer, so any \"reciprocating\" was going to be a matter of professionalism. Now, where's the whack-a-mole? He was betting the kids would appreciate a leg-up against the booth operators!", "username": "BenG85", "char_name": "Aiden Gregor" }, { "text": "Location: Angel Grove Community Event\nInteracting w/: @Akayaofthemoon but acknowledging everyone @Crimson Flame @rocketrobie2 @BenG85\nAs Jordan made herself comfortable on the covered table, Charlie's eyes widened ever so slightly as she reached for the titanium briefcase before it accidentally tipped over. It had no chance of doing so, but Charlie was just paranoid.\n\n\"Heh... I wish. Everyone is all distracted by the carnival games and the performances,\" she mentioned, spotting the Fairy Woman from before greeting some guy. Not too far in the distance, she spotted another person seemingly isolated from everyone else. \"My day has been kinda... blah,\" she added, sticking her tongue out in feigned disgust. \"Dr. Ogden left me to man the table by myself so I haven't even had the opportunity to indulge in unhealthy carnival food.\"\n\nThe comment about the briefcase made her tap her acrylic nails against it, resulting a metal drumming sound. \"Apparently this suitcase is very important to Dr. Ogden. I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate you calling it creepy just as much as he wouldn't appreciate your ass sitting on our table. Get up, unless you want me to fill out a job application for you,\" she teased, poking a finger at her shoulder. \"Seriously. We've got plenty of jobs available...\"\n\nA sudden ka-boom sent the entire event in a frenzy as one of the food trucks toppled over on its side. Fire and smoke erupted while adults and kids screamed and ran in the opposite direction of a monstrous humanoid creature with red-skin and partial head and face covering that was comparable to the Comedy and Tragedy Masks of Theater.\n\nGeneral Maskaraid stepped up onto the side of the fallen food truck, wielding his scepter as several of his Muddie Patrollers swarmed around his side before running out to attack civilians.\n\n\"I am Maskaraid, General of the Dark Empire! Hand over the Power Crystals immediately and I won't have my Muddie Patrollers massacre all of you!\"\n\nA look of confusion struck some of the faces of the people attending event before they were surrounded by Muddies. A duo of Muddies lifted a person together before slamming them into the ground while others grabbed at another person was tossed into a nearby tent. A gurgling sound emitted from the Muddies mouths as they celebrated the beginning of their carnage.\n\n\"Ah! So no one wants to step up? Fine! Attack!\" Maskaraid shouted, pointing his scepter forward, commanding more damage to be done until they recovered the Power Crystals.\n\nThe explosion's impact was strong enough to knock over the GENESIS display that Charlie helped set up. In turn, the table skidded backwards causing the suitcase to drop to the ground and slide slightly on the concrete, out of Charlie's peripheral. For the time being, she wasn't concerned about the suitcase, and more about Jordan's well-being.\n\n\"You okay?\" she asked as the smoke began to clear, but suddenly a massive claw attached to staff was swiped into her face, leading her to clumsily flip backwards and off the other side of the table. \"What the fu- WHOA!\" she yelped, ducking another swipe of the claw before being tangled up from behind by a Muddie, attempting to hold her still. \"Get... off me!\" She grunted, kicking the Muddie in front of her in the chest and then squirming away from the one that had her wrapped in its arms. She ran over to stand back to back with Jordan. \"Who brought the circus?\"", "username": "LG", "char_name": "Rangers" } ]

[ { "text": "Interactions: Nick @rocketrobie2\n\nRyan raised an eyebrow. \"Really? I was sure you would have gotten a scholarship somewhere… Well, I'm sure you'll find something. As for me, well of course I am! That's what I'm going to school to study. I'm going to be a star, and you'll see my name on the bright lights of Broadway!\" He replied with a flourish. \"Buuut, in the meantime, how would you feel about going out with me once this is done? It's been a while since I've had a fun night out with a handsome guy.\" He grinned.\n\nBefore Ryan could find out if he was going to get a date out of this or not, there was a sudden ka-boom that caused a food truck to fall over, and chaos ensued. A tackily dressed stepped out and started speaking nonsense. At first Ryan would have thought this was a really bad performance or something, and Ryan would have to have a word with this idiot later. The minute he saw the Muddies attacking people was when he knew this wasn't part of the show.\n\nRyan would have grabbed Nick's hand and ran away from this nonsense, but one of those Muddie things came up behind him, and grabbed him. \"Beg your pardon? I know I'm beautiful, but I did not give you permission to touch!\" Ryan kicked the Muddie in the groin with a high heeled clad foot, causing it to let Ryan go. \n\nBut then he was soon surrounded by three more with those pointy metal sticks in their hands. Ryan put his arms up. \"Uh, Nicky. Assistance would be appreciated!\"", "username": "Crimson Flame", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Location: Angel Grove Community Event\nInteracting w/: @Crimson Flame\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nWithout a moment to reply, Nick found his conversation upended. One moment everything was fine and the next the event was plunged into chaos. Nick wasn't sure what to do at first, running seemed to be the general consensus but when Ryan was grabbed, Nick figured that wasn't going to work. After Ryan's own escape, Nick moved closer and went back to back with him as the duo faced the other weapon wielding monsters.\n\n\"Uh, Nicky. Assistance would be appreciated!\" brought the full weight of the situation down on Nick. He wasn't much a fighter, Volleyball didn't involve much tackling and there wasn't much roughhousing growing up in his family of three sisters... but Nick was always a quick study. \n\n\"Keep up the kicking and I'll take care of the rest\" Nick quipped, feeling corny as all hell, before puffing his chest and mustering as much bravado as he could. He got into a low stance and charged for the closest monster, mimicking the tackles he'd seen his high school peers pull off. He wasn't going varsity for his football skills but it seemed he had enough skill and (more importantly) muscle left to topple his target to the ground before he himself rolling off and charging the next. This one had time to react however, bringing its weapon down in a strike that Nick narrowly avoided but sent him tumbling to the ground himself. Trying to get his bearings back, Nick quickly found himself staring down three sharp prongs as the hurtled towards his head. Moving more so on instinct, Nick's hand reached and grasped at an overturned stool from one of the many event stations and brought it up to block the attack. Nick got a a fat-lip and a bruised cheek from the force of the stool colliding with with his face but Nick was grateful it was the chair and not the claws mere inches from puncturing their target.\n\n\"Hey!... Might need!... A hand!\" Nick struggled out as tried to force the stool and the monster up and away from him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his previous mark getting up from his tackled state. This things were no joke but Nick knew he thrived under pressure. It was only the first set and Nick wasn't about to throw in the towel for this game anytime soon.", "username": "rocketrobie2", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Location: Angel Grove Community Event -> Angel Grove Foothills\nInteracting w/: Everyone @Akayaofthemoon @Crimson Flame @rocketrobie2 @BenG85\nThe Muddies were gaining ground on the two women, with Charlie's breathing suddenly becoming a bit heavier at the sudden need to protect herself as well as Jordan and the people around her. Just as she was about to make her move though, a motorcycle zoomed towards one of the Muddies, sending it flying into a nearby pole, the creature exploding into a pile of dust upon impact.\n\n\"Ho-ly shit!\" Charlie exclaimed as the Muddies were just as shocked at he humans were.\n\nMaskaraid was content to sit back and allow the Muddies to do his work, but when the motorcyclist arrived on the scene, he took it upon himself to make a dastardly statement. There was a group of five notable people that stood out more than the rest who were actively trying to fight against his brigade, so Maskaraid's anger got the best of him as he lifted his scepter and swiped it forward. A piercing blast of energy fired towards Aiden and his bike, but energy got the better of the vehicle, slicing it in half, and sending the rider flying off of the bike.\n\n\"Foolish humans! You dare to defy the wishes of the Dark Empire!?\" Maskaraid proclaimed.\n\nWith everyone else distracted with survival (or destruction, depending on your point of view), there was another figure donning a cloak that crept behind the now obliterated GENESIS table. The titanium suitcase was covered by the somewhat scorched tablecloth, but the person quickly pulled it aside to grab at the handle of the suitcase before running in the opposite direction of the carnage.\n\nAs he stood over the scene, Maskaraid's scepter began to glow before forcefully pointing itself in the direction of the cloaked figure with the titanium suitcase. \"There! After them, Muddie Patrollers!\"\n\nImmediately, the Muddies shifted their focus from the event to the fleeing cloaked figure. The attacks against the group that was fighting to survive against them ceased. Narrowing her eyes, and feeling a sense of safety for the time being, Charlie soon realized that the cloaked figure stole the titanium suitcase. The same suitcase that Dr. Ogden asked her to protect.\n\n\"Too much crazy shit is going on today...\" she said to herself, huffing slightly as she began to jog after the Muddies. It felt crazy, but Charlie needed to retrieve that suitcase, whatever it was that was inside of it. Dr. Ogden's work was considered top secret and classified; his work getting into the wrong hands could be detrimental to the world and, more importantly, Charlie's employment with GENESIS. \"They stole GENESIS's suitcase!\" she shouted to anyone who could hear. \"Please! Help me get it back!\"\n\nBy now, Charlie was in a full blown sprint away from the event, chasing behind the Muddies and the cloaked figure who was losing ground on Maskaraid's army. It wouldn't be long before they were caught and apprehended... which meant that Muddies would have possession of the suitcase then.", "username": "LG", "char_name": "Rangers" }, { "text": "Interactions: Nick @rocketrobie2 Charlie @LG\n\nNick and Ryan fought off the muddies as best they could. To be honest, he left Nick to do most of it. He couldn't bear to ruin his drag ensemble with needless violence! Ryan stood aside and ogled him. He was so manly and hot… But eventually, they stopped fighting to chase after a cloaked figure. Ryan was relieved that the fighting was over and done with. Ryan giggled, and kissed Nick on the cheek. \"My hero!\"\n\nThe whole thing left the fair a mess, and furrowed his brows. [colorFF69B4]\"Ugh, how rude. Those… whatever they are made a mess. My parents invested a good deal of money into this fair, and they will not be pleased to see it ruined…\"[/color]\n\nThen another girl screamed about getting GENESIS's suitcase stolen. Was that supposed to mean something? Ryan had heard of GENESIS, but he didn't really understand what they did... Well, whatever. Those cretins destroyed the fair his parents put money into, and now they were going to run off with stolen property from a major corporation. He may as well try to get it back. \"Come on Nicky. I suppose we should try to get that thing back…\" He went after them, but running wasn't exactly Fae Rae's thing. Not in this outfit. It was more of a power walk.", "username": "Crimson Flame", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Location: Angel Grove Community Event -> Angel Grove Foothills\nInteracting w/: @Crimson Flame\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nJust when things were looking worse for Nick, another new development showed itself in what seemed to be theses goons' leader telling them to book it after someone. Nick couldn't really see the situation unfolding from his spot on the ground but once he managed to pop to his feet he got a better idea of what was going on. Someone nabbed something from the GENESIS career table and these things wanted to get their hands on it. He was ready to make like lightning and bolt, short of being run over with a motorcycle these things didn't seem like they were mortal. His contemplation on fleeing was interrupted by a peck on the cheek; how European.\n\nFurther bringing himself back to the present was a call to arms coming from someone hoofing it after the would be thief. \"I'm gonna run ahead, gimme a scream if you need a hand.\" Nick replied as he put his athletics to the test. He wasn't as fit as he used to be but he was still fast, making long quick strides towards the crowd. As he caught up to the swarm, Nick made sure to keep an arm's length away from the monster goons, knowing his charge would come to an end if one decided to jump him.", "username": "rocketrobie2", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "In the 1930's, Steel City was 'the place to be.'\n\nRules:\n\n1.) My word is law.\n\n2.) Obey the law.\n\n3.) No back-to-back posting. \n\n4.) PAY ATTENTION TO HEALTH AND POST COUNT! HEALTH SHOULD BE LISTED BELOW EACH ATTACK OR DEFENSE MOVE!\n a.) Health will be reset every two Levels [10 posts]. \n\n5.) Make sense. If your hero used basic melee punches and kicks along with other moves make sure it's clear in the post! ROLEPLAY BETWEEN THE LINES! Meaning don't be scared to get a little descriptive when not in the throes of battle.\n\n6.) Get permission before using another player's character in your posts if it involves changing the scene or making actions or just ask to collaborate in the discord. Everybody will take beatings in this game in battle however, so don't get pissed if you get punched or blasted into a wall by the bad guys!\n\n7.) Problems with the game or players should be sent directly to me through PM's. I don't want a bunch of bickering in the OOC.\n\n8.) Abandoned characters will be used as NPC's or killed off within the context of the story.\n\n9.) \"I was waiting for [insert player/character] to make a move\" is not an excuse to halt posting. \n\n10.) There is no rule #10.\n\n11.) In the event that I'm offline for any period of time, the deputy GM (none ATM) will take control and their word will then be law.\n\n___________________________________________\n\nIt was a little past two o'clock on a Tuesday afternoon. Sirens could be heard in the distance, and a pair of individuals couldn't wait to get away from Eisner High School. Just on the edge of Kings Bay, it was the largest of three high schools in Steel City. Unknown to the students and faculty, there was more than one hero under their roof. Several weeks ago Jake Johnson found one of the mystical instruments of the Piper and soon after adopted the identity of Boy Blue. The other just so happened to be a decorated war hero turned history teacher and the hero Professor Ironside. Both of them caught one another glancing up at the clock on the wall. There was a large flash of light down the street, and it was obvious who was causing trouble… Mister Brightside. \n\n\"Can I go to the restroom, Mr. Warren?\" Jake asked from the back of the classroom. \n\n\"Class ends in thirty-two and a half minutes. Be patient, Mr. Johnson.\" responded the metal handed history teacher. \n\nThe teacher knew the boy wanted a way out to go play hero, he wasn't oblivious. In the weeks since Jake found the mystical instrument, Prof. Ironside saved the boy no less than six times. The kid was just too damn curious for his own good. One day he'd challenge the Copper Kids Gang, the next he was trying to take on some costumed idiot downtown making a scene. After he wore some blue clothes the Tribune gave him the alias Boy Blue and he started wearing a simple mask to help conceal his identity. The clock continued to creep ever so slowly towards two forty-five… and freedom. \n\nAcross town an undead man staggered through Kirby Park. Most of the locals just assumed the man had been drinking. They could never imagine that he was once dead and reanimated as a puppet of Doctor Death. Death sent letters to the police and taunted their every move. He had ties to the Tribune and sent letters to them as well, and not all of them were reprinted for the masses to read. Now his creation, his 'Death Man', approached a small child playing roughly twelve feet from her mother who was busy talking to another parent.", "username": "Omega Man", "char_name": "Jacob 'Jake' Johnson" }, { "text": "Murphy sat on a park, drinking from a flask of water. He nervously adjusted his coat, looking around as if he was waiting for something. Which was, of course, what he was doing, but even to him, it was unclear what he was waiting for. There were probably better things for him to be doing - the professor had sent him out to grab some prints, the custodian was looking to schedule a visit soon, and Vincent had asked him to pick up some donuts on the way back. But Murphy... had a feeling. \n\nOh how he hated the phrase, so frustratingly vague and undescriptive. But even if it dealt in vagueries, the Moth God had been right every time. He didn't know what would happen, or when it would happen, or precisely where it would happen. For someone like him who liked to be right on time, it was a hairpulling experience. But something always would happen, some disaster would strike just when Murphy convinced himself he had imagined the impulse, and he would throw himself into the fray once again. Whatever occurred in the park today, the Magnificent Moth Man would be there to help. It was what he had to do, and the occassional Tribune headline focused on him didn't hurt either.\n\nMurphy checked his watch impatiently. He hoped that whatever it was that happened, it would happen soon. He hoped that he could at least get to the print shop before it closed.", "username": "Spin The Wheel", "char_name": "Murphy Montgomery" }, { "text": "It didn't take James long to hear about the commotion in town and it took him less time to jump into action. He'd lucked out by not having anything on the agenda for the day, simply spending it mulling around home and taking a load off after an eventful weekend. The calm was luckily interrupted by some real action with the flash of lights seen from his home's window and an intercepted call to the police. \n\nRushing to his wardrobe, James removed the faux back panel to reveal his costume, of which he quickly donned. There was another flash as James scrambled upstairs and onto his roof. Through athletics, trial and error James now had a good idea of how far he could leap roof to roof before needing to clamber back down to street level and make the rest of his journey the layman's way. Luckily for James his route let him stay atop the building until he was a block away from the commotion. Deftly moving down to the street, James would lurk around the corner or one of the nearby building and scope out just what Mister Brightside was up to before making his own move.", "username": "rocketrobie2", "char_name": "James O'Toole Jr." }, { "text": "\"This is where the Law stops, and I start.\"\n\n\nIt was the cold of night. The sun had set over Steel City over three hours ago. The outskirts of town were pitch black, lit only by occasional flashes of lightning as the rain poured down and thunder rumbled in the distant skies. On the old road approaching a dairy farm, a patch of road was dimly lit by the flaming wreckage of a motorcycle. The dim light revealed a masculine figure laying nearby. Shot in the back, the uniformed policeman lay face down in a muddy puddle of blood and water. His right hand clutched the handle of a Mauser CP6 pistol, while the left hand clutched the handle of a Bowie knife.\n\nThe symbol engraved on the blade almost appeared to pulsate with a soft glow in time with the flashes of lighting and flickering of the nearby flame. A haunting wind whispered its way across the scene, washing over the surely dead man. And when mixed with the pattering and splashes of raindrops, one could swear a distant voice could be just made out among the blowing wind.\n\n\"Rise.\"\n\nAfter moments of nothing happening, a bolt of lighting struck much nearer than any previous. The accompanying thunder roared alongside the now-howling wind. The distant whisper became a closer, more sharply-toned command.\n\nRise!\"\n\nHector's eyes shot open and he bolted upright in his cot. He looked around at his surroundings, confirming that he was indeed in the abandoned barn that he had repurposed into a hideout. It was spacious enough to park his bike inside of like a garage, and located outside of town where he would be allowed solitude and privacy. Hector wiped cold sweat from his face and stood upright. Sunlight peaked through the occasional cracks and spacing between planks, informing him that it was daytime - though he wasn't sure what time it was specifically. Even so, he set about his usual wake up routine.\n\nHe grabbed a bucket and used it to draw water from a nearby well outside. Then hung the barrel onto a simple pulley system he constructed in order to dump it on himself so that he could wash and clean himself. He turned on the radio of his bike, allowing himself to listen in on SCPD radio chatter while he went about getting dressed. At this time he picked up on some dispatch chatter, officially being labeled as a \"drunk and disorderly\" incident but with a certain code number attached to it that Hector recognized. It meant that there was a possible Doctor Death connection to this incident that the police were keeping quiet from the public until further investigation.\n\nHector had heard that name before, as anyone might have. And while he had yet to encounter Death personally, Hector had been diligent in trying to keep the reports of his activities on his radar. Perhaps Doctor Death was just another psychotic freakshow... or maybe he wasn't. Hector had been investigating his \"awakening\" on the side, trying to piece together how and why he was able to survive something he surely shouldn't have. And there was a possibility - however slim - that this Doctor Death character had an answer. Or, if not that, a clue at least.\n\nIn the next moments, Lawman was suited and burst out of the main doors of his barn/hideout aboard his motorcycle. Going on \"rides\" like this during the day wasn't his usual M.O., but he was willing to buck his own patterns if it meant getting a shot at Doctor Death. With his bike's engine giving its signature haunting roar, he sped into Steel City en route to Kirby Park.", "username": "Double", "char_name": "Hector DiLorenzo" } ]

[ { "text": "In the 1930's, Steel City was 'the place to be.'\n\nRules:\n\n1.) My word is law.\n\n2.) Obey the law.\n\n3.) No back-to-back posting. \n\n4.) PAY ATTENTION TO HEALTH AND POST COUNT! HEALTH SHOULD BE LISTED BELOW EACH ATTACK OR DEFENSE MOVE!\n a.) Health will be reset every two Levels [10 posts]. \n\n5.) Make sense. If your hero used basic melee punches and kicks along with other moves make sure it's clear in the post! ROLEPLAY BETWEEN THE LINES! Meaning don't be scared to get a little descriptive when not in the throes of battle.\n\n6.) Get permission before using another player's character in your posts if it involves changing the scene or making actions or just ask to collaborate in the discord. Everybody will take beatings in this game in battle however, so don't get pissed if you get punched or blasted into a wall by the bad guys!\n\n7.) Problems with the game or players should be sent directly to me through PM's. I don't want a bunch of bickering in the OOC.\n\n8.) Abandoned characters will be used as NPC's or killed off within the context of the story.\n\n9.) \"I was waiting for [insert player/character] to make a move\" is not an excuse to halt posting. \n\n10.) There is no rule #10.\n\n11.) In the event that I'm offline for any period of time, the deputy GM (none ATM) will take control and their word will then be law.\n\n___________________________________________\n\nIt was a little past two o'clock on a Tuesday afternoon. Sirens could be heard in the distance, and a pair of individuals couldn't wait to get away from Eisner High School. Just on the edge of Kings Bay, it was the largest of three high schools in Steel City. Unknown to the students and faculty, there was more than one hero under their roof. Several weeks ago Jake Johnson found one of the mystical instruments of the Piper and soon after adopted the identity of Boy Blue. The other just so happened to be a decorated war hero turned history teacher and the hero Professor Ironside. Both of them caught one another glancing up at the clock on the wall. There was a large flash of light down the street, and it was obvious who was causing trouble… Mister Brightside. \n\n\"Can I go to the restroom, Mr. Warren?\" Jake asked from the back of the classroom. \n\n\"Class ends in thirty-two and a half minutes. Be patient, Mr. Johnson.\" responded the metal handed history teacher. \n\nThe teacher knew the boy wanted a way out to go play hero, he wasn't oblivious. In the weeks since Jake found the mystical instrument, Prof. Ironside saved the boy no less than six times. The kid was just too damn curious for his own good. One day he'd challenge the Copper Kids Gang, the next he was trying to take on some costumed idiot downtown making a scene. After he wore some blue clothes the Tribune gave him the alias Boy Blue and he started wearing a simple mask to help conceal his identity. The clock continued to creep ever so slowly towards two forty-five… and freedom. \n\nAcross town an undead man staggered through Kirby Park. Most of the locals just assumed the man had been drinking. They could never imagine that he was once dead and reanimated as a puppet of Doctor Death. Death sent letters to the police and taunted their every move. He had ties to the Tribune and sent letters to them as well, and not all of them were reprinted for the masses to read. Now his creation, his 'Death Man', approached a small child playing roughly twelve feet from her mother who was busy talking to another parent.", "username": "Omega Man", "char_name": "Jacob 'Jake' Johnson" }, { "text": "Murphy sat on a park, drinking from a flask of water. He nervously adjusted his coat, looking around as if he was waiting for something. Which was, of course, what he was doing, but even to him, it was unclear what he was waiting for. There were probably better things for him to be doing - the professor had sent him out to grab some prints, the custodian was looking to schedule a visit soon, and Vincent had asked him to pick up some donuts on the way back. But Murphy... had a feeling. \n\nOh how he hated the phrase, so frustratingly vague and undescriptive. But even if it dealt in vagueries, the Moth God had been right every time. He didn't know what would happen, or when it would happen, or precisely where it would happen. For someone like him who liked to be right on time, it was a hairpulling experience. But something always would happen, some disaster would strike just when Murphy convinced himself he had imagined the impulse, and he would throw himself into the fray once again. Whatever occurred in the park today, the Magnificent Moth Man would be there to help. It was what he had to do, and the occassional Tribune headline focused on him didn't hurt either.\n\nMurphy checked his watch impatiently. He hoped that whatever it was that happened, it would happen soon. He hoped that he could at least get to the print shop before it closed.", "username": "Spin The Wheel", "char_name": "Murphy Montgomery" } ]

[ { "text": "In the 1930's, Steel City was 'the place to be.'\n\nRules:\n\n1.) My word is law.\n\n2.) Obey the law.\n\n3.) No back-to-back posting. \n\n4.) PAY ATTENTION TO HEALTH AND POST COUNT! HEALTH SHOULD BE LISTED BELOW EACH ATTACK OR DEFENSE MOVE!\n a.) Health will be reset every two Levels [10 posts]. \n\n5.) Make sense. If your hero used basic melee punches and kicks along with other moves make sure it's clear in the post! ROLEPLAY BETWEEN THE LINES! Meaning don't be scared to get a little descriptive when not in the throes of battle.\n\n6.) Get permission before using another player's character in your posts if it involves changing the scene or making actions or just ask to collaborate in the discord. Everybody will take beatings in this game in battle however, so don't get pissed if you get punched or blasted into a wall by the bad guys!\n\n7.) Problems with the game or players should be sent directly to me through PM's. I don't want a bunch of bickering in the OOC.\n\n8.) Abandoned characters will be used as NPC's or killed off within the context of the story.\n\n9.) \"I was waiting for [insert player/character] to make a move\" is not an excuse to halt posting. \n\n10.) There is no rule #10.\n\n11.) In the event that I'm offline for any period of time, the deputy GM (none ATM) will take control and their word will then be law.\n\n___________________________________________\n\nIt was a little past two o'clock on a Tuesday afternoon. Sirens could be heard in the distance, and a pair of individuals couldn't wait to get away from Eisner High School. Just on the edge of Kings Bay, it was the largest of three high schools in Steel City. Unknown to the students and faculty, there was more than one hero under their roof. Several weeks ago Jake Johnson found one of the mystical instruments of the Piper and soon after adopted the identity of Boy Blue. The other just so happened to be a decorated war hero turned history teacher and the hero Professor Ironside. Both of them caught one another glancing up at the clock on the wall. There was a large flash of light down the street, and it was obvious who was causing trouble… Mister Brightside. \n\n\"Can I go to the restroom, Mr. Warren?\" Jake asked from the back of the classroom. \n\n\"Class ends in thirty-two and a half minutes. Be patient, Mr. Johnson.\" responded the metal handed history teacher. \n\nThe teacher knew the boy wanted a way out to go play hero, he wasn't oblivious. In the weeks since Jake found the mystical instrument, Prof. Ironside saved the boy no less than six times. The kid was just too damn curious for his own good. One day he'd challenge the Copper Kids Gang, the next he was trying to take on some costumed idiot downtown making a scene. After he wore some blue clothes the Tribune gave him the alias Boy Blue and he started wearing a simple mask to help conceal his identity. The clock continued to creep ever so slowly towards two forty-five… and freedom. \n\nAcross town an undead man staggered through Kirby Park. Most of the locals just assumed the man had been drinking. They could never imagine that he was once dead and reanimated as a puppet of Doctor Death. Death sent letters to the police and taunted their every move. He had ties to the Tribune and sent letters to them as well, and not all of them were reprinted for the masses to read. Now his creation, his 'Death Man', approached a small child playing roughly twelve feet from her mother who was busy talking to another parent.", "username": "Omega Man", "char_name": "Jacob 'Jake' Johnson" }, { "text": "Murphy sat on a park, drinking from a flask of water. He nervously adjusted his coat, looking around as if he was waiting for something. Which was, of course, what he was doing, but even to him, it was unclear what he was waiting for. There were probably better things for him to be doing - the professor had sent him out to grab some prints, the custodian was looking to schedule a visit soon, and Vincent had asked him to pick up some donuts on the way back. But Murphy... had a feeling. \n\nOh how he hated the phrase, so frustratingly vague and undescriptive. But even if it dealt in vagueries, the Moth God had been right every time. He didn't know what would happen, or when it would happen, or precisely where it would happen. For someone like him who liked to be right on time, it was a hairpulling experience. But something always would happen, some disaster would strike just when Murphy convinced himself he had imagined the impulse, and he would throw himself into the fray once again. Whatever occurred in the park today, the Magnificent Moth Man would be there to help. It was what he had to do, and the occassional Tribune headline focused on him didn't hurt either.\n\nMurphy checked his watch impatiently. He hoped that whatever it was that happened, it would happen soon. He hoped that he could at least get to the print shop before it closed.", "username": "Spin The Wheel", "char_name": "Murphy Montgomery" }, { "text": "It didn't take James long to hear about the commotion in town and it took him less time to jump into action. He'd lucked out by not having anything on the agenda for the day, simply spending it mulling around home and taking a load off after an eventful weekend. The calm was luckily interrupted by some real action with the flash of lights seen from his home's window and an intercepted call to the police. \n\nRushing to his wardrobe, James removed the faux back panel to reveal his costume, of which he quickly donned. There was another flash as James scrambled upstairs and onto his roof. Through athletics, trial and error James now had a good idea of how far he could leap roof to roof before needing to clamber back down to street level and make the rest of his journey the layman's way. Luckily for James his route let him stay atop the building until he was a block away from the commotion. Deftly moving down to the street, James would lurk around the corner or one of the nearby building and scope out just what Mister Brightside was up to before making his own move.", "username": "rocketrobie2", "char_name": "James O'Toole Jr." } ]

[ { "text": "Jazrina was still tired and grumpy from the long drive. She was also a little excited and a lot nervous. She was hoping that things would be better for her this time. She had hoped this would be a fresh start for her in Tanner. She was hoping the names she had been called in high school would not still follow her around. She was hoping that most of them had matured at least a little since high school. Granted most of the younger coven members were younger than her by a few years. While they had attended the same high school, most of them were not in the same year as her. Jazrina had been a wall flower who had perfected the art of blending in so she wouldn't be noticed. She didn't really run in any of their social circles either. Her only real contact with any of them had been the rare lessons and meetings at the Coven House. \n\nJazrina had called out into the house hoping to draw the attention of anyone still here. Her shoulders had tensed up in anticipation. She was startled as the door opened behind her which caused her to jump a little turning around a little. She heard the girl say \"Uh... hey. 'Sup?\" She swayed a little as she regained her balance. Her hand going to her chest as her heart raced in reaction. She needed to calm down and stop expecting the worst. She took a deliberate deep slow breath. She gave herself a little pep talk. She could do better than this. She would do better than this. \n\nShe smiled at the young woman standing in the entryway and was about to say something when someone called from the stairway banister from the floor above them. Hayden said: \"Hate to break it to you loves, but ya bit late. Carlisle and his posse has already gone and start doing some snooping shit or whateves. He did say there was a party later or something, so you can let him know you are back then\" \"Now if you excuse me, I have way more of this house to explore\"\n\nJazrina turned and looked up. It was not a voice she recognized. She didn't recognize the young woman who was peering down at her from above. Her brain had barely registered her message before she had turned and walked away deeper into the house. Jazrina blinked and replayed the last few minutes in her head. She turned back toward the door and the sight of the other young woman reminded her that she was not alone. \n\nJazrina looked sheepish as she blushed a little embarrassed that she had jumped when the young woman had come through the door. She looked vaguely familiar like she had seen her around before. She couldn't recall her name though. \"Hello! Welcome back to Tanner. I apologize but I don't remember your name. You look familiar though. I am Jazrina Heartwood. It's a pleasure to meet you.\" She blushed even harder hoping that the young woman didn't think she was rude for not knowing her name. She waved her hand towards where the young woman had disappeared upstairs. \"Well it sounds like the main group left to check something out together.\" Jazrina shrugged a little knowing the other girl had heard the same message she did. \"At least we got invited to the party tonight.\" She smiled at her and hoped she was putting her at ease. Once the greetings were done, Jazrina headed out to return home. She had unpacking to do before tonight. She would text Delaney and get the time of the party from her.", "username": "LadyAmber", "char_name": "Jazrina Heartwood" }, { "text": "Location: Jackson's Diner ~ Coven House\nInteractions: Attempted Phonecalls\nTime: 12.40\n\n---\n\n\nThat morning, he was up early to help open up Jackson's Diner. He had been going there since he had been a young boy; having fond memories of him and his siblings singing along to the Jukebox, whilst waiting for their orders to come through. Now that he was an adult, he worked there. A part time gig. Not wanting to rely soley on his parents and their large money funds. Being responsible was something he knew all too well from a young age; ever since his younger siblings had been born. He was the big protective brother, the one his younger brothers and sister looked up to. And the one magically gifted, that their parents wanted him to be more devoted to the Coven. Unlike his siblings; whom were lazy in the magical aspects and relied more on their parents when it came to finances. As annoying it was, Tristan was well aware he was the one that was picking up after everyone's slack in his family.\n\nSpraying the cleaning product on the tables. Tristan was wiping each of the tables and chairs at the diner clean and setting it up. The Jukebox already going. Music making it bit of a cheerier job, than cleaning tables in silence. Humming to the familiar tune, that was currently playing.\n\nIt wasn't always, that Tristan worked such short hours; despite the job being part time. But today coven matters were more of a priority. Having everything figured out to a tee. But what he didn't expect was for time to get away from him, much quicker than expected. After going through the usual morning cleaning routine, everything was set up. Soon enough, the diner was open and costumers were coming in one by one.\n\nWith costumers slowly piling in, Tristan was bouncing between tables; grabbing orders and delivering them as they came. Until his boss stopped him. \"Weren't you supposed to be heading somewhere?\" Remembering that he only had him for a limited amount of time.\n\nTristan looked towards the clock on the wall, that was still seemingly showing it being 10am. \"Yeah, I still have 30 minutes left. Have to be there for 11.\" Holding a tray of dirty plates and mugs; taking them behind the counter to be cleaned up. Seeing his bosses expression, he wondered what was wrong.\n\n \"11? It's noon.\" His boss informing him. \"The battery run out in the main clock, just forgot to change it.\" \n\nTristan's eyes widening, when his boss informed him it was noon already. \"F...fudge..\" Catching himself, before he could swear in his presence. He was an hour late. It was unlike him. Fumbling with his apron, he almost ripped it half in a hurry. \"I am so late.\" He grabbed his car keys, from their little hidey-hole behind the counter. \"I think there should be some new batteries out in the back.\" With that, he almost run out of the door. Leaving his boss slightly chuckling, as Tristan was gone before he could have thanked him.\n\nRushing to where he parked his car; the light clicking sound of his car keys filled the air. When he finally sat down behind the wheel. Tristan dialled the familiar number of Carlisle Aston. Hoping that the meeting was still on-going, or somehow started later than expected. The phone rung, and rung. But nothing. Hoping that at least Lilith would answer, he tried her next. Instead he reached her voicemail. Mumbling to himself, he sighed. \"I am so dead.\" Annoyed with himself, as he started the car and started the drive towards the coven house. He'd just simply have to apologise, when he'd see both of them. Hopefully, he hadn't missed anything too important. The drive towards the coven house was quiet peaceful. Taking in the beauty of nature around him, that surrounded the coven's lands, the closer he got towards the main house.\n\nSeeing the lack of cars out front, was a bad sign. Yep, he was way too late. With a sigh, Tristan parked his car in a shady spot. His car never fairing well in the sun. As the insides always seemed to warm up hotter than the inside of an oven, on a sunny day. Upon getting out of the car; he locked it. Tossing his car keys back in his jacket pocket, making his way inside. \"Hello? Anyone home?\" Tristan called out. His voice echoing throughout the halls. Hoping that a familiar face might be able to fill him in on what he had missed.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Most people call him Tristan. Close friends also call him Trist. When someone wants to annoy him, they use his middle-name." } ]

[ { "text": "Interactions: Briefly with Carlisle and Miles@Hedgehawk@SouffleGirl123\nLocation: Tanner Woods\n\n---\n\n\n\nAs soon as she mentioned the Lycan curse; Aurora could see the cogs turning around in his head. Feeling sorry for Carlisle. It seemed like he had a rough morning already; and she hadn't made it any easier with the news she had given him. Wishing she had good news to give, but sadly there was none. Giving him an apologetic look. \"I am sorry, I know it's a bit of a bombshell.\" At that moment, Aurora wished that she had her grimoire here with her; to look up Lycan curses. To see if there was anything that could be done to help his predicament. But the books were back at the coven house; so she was trying to rack her brain of her consumed knowledge that she had about curses.\n\nNo doubt, he was trying to put on a brave face. Not that he had to, not for her benefit. Knowing what a scary thing she had just told him, would cause anyone to have a panic attack. \"Let's hope that doesn't happen. I am not sure, the coven can deal with that.\" God knows, how the entire coven would handle it, if he wolfed out. Aurora didn't even want to think about that. Had the coven in it's entire existence dealt with something like this before? Not to her knowledge. This seemed like a first, for them. Fingers crossed, it wouldn't get worse anytime soon. Aurora could only hope that Miles' magic would keep Carlisle's temper at bay, so the curse wouldn't rear it's ugly head anytime soon. As he thanked her, she gave him a light nod. \"You're welcome. If you two need me, just give me a shout.\" \n\nCarlisle's panic attack, didn't seem to escape her ears. Not that she could blame him. If she were in his spot. She'd be having a panic attack herself. Aurora herself wondering closer towards the barrier; inspecting the damage for herself. Taking in the claw like markings against the magical barrier. Not straying too far away from anyone; in case anyone needed her help. The realisation that Carlisle wanted to host a party that evening, seemed to hit her. Then came a bunch of worries; especially with his...condition. A party sounded somewhat dangerous, especially if his curse decided to act up. Not sure, just how much amount of alcohol would fix the issue, of her not worrying.\n\nMaybe it was the fact, that there already had been enough morning drama. Surely, they didn't need more.\n\nAs her mind was swirling with thoughts and worries. Aurora couldn't spot anything else that was out of the ordinary. Before she knew it; the barrier looked good as new. Hopefully, it'd stay that way. Maybe the others had found something interesting, whilst she had been preoccupied earlier? Hopefully, someone found some signs of what could have done this.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jazrina was still tired and grumpy from the long drive. She was also a little excited and a lot nervous. She was hoping that things would be better for her this time. She had hoped this would be a fresh start for her in Tanner. She was hoping the names she had been called in high school would not still follow her around. She was hoping that most of them had matured at least a little since high school. Granted most of the younger coven members were younger than her by a few years. While they had attended the same high school, most of them were not in the same year as her. Jazrina had been a wall flower who had perfected the art of blending in so she wouldn't be noticed. She didn't really run in any of their social circles either. Her only real contact with any of them had been the rare lessons and meetings at the Coven House. \n\nJazrina had called out into the house hoping to draw the attention of anyone still here. Her shoulders had tensed up in anticipation. She was startled as the door opened behind her which caused her to jump a little turning around a little. She heard the girl say \"Uh... hey. 'Sup?\" She swayed a little as she regained her balance. Her hand going to her chest as her heart raced in reaction. She needed to calm down and stop expecting the worst. She took a deliberate deep slow breath. She gave herself a little pep talk. She could do better than this. She would do better than this. \n\nShe smiled at the young woman standing in the entryway and was about to say something when someone called from the stairway banister from the floor above them. Hayden said: \"Hate to break it to you loves, but ya bit late. Carlisle and his posse has already gone and start doing some snooping shit or whateves. He did say there was a party later or something, so you can let him know you are back then\" \"Now if you excuse me, I have way more of this house to explore\"\n\nJazrina turned and looked up. It was not a voice she recognized. She didn't recognize the young woman who was peering down at her from above. Her brain had barely registered her message before she had turned and walked away deeper into the house. Jazrina blinked and replayed the last few minutes in her head. She turned back toward the door and the sight of the other young woman reminded her that she was not alone. \n\nJazrina looked sheepish as she blushed a little embarrassed that she had jumped when the young woman had come through the door. She looked vaguely familiar like she had seen her around before. She couldn't recall her name though. \"Hello! Welcome back to Tanner. I apologize but I don't remember your name. You look familiar though. I am Jazrina Heartwood. It's a pleasure to meet you.\" She blushed even harder hoping that the young woman didn't think she was rude for not knowing her name. She waved her hand towards where the young woman had disappeared upstairs. \"Well it sounds like the main group left to check something out together.\" Jazrina shrugged a little knowing the other girl had heard the same message she did. \"At least we got invited to the party tonight.\" She smiled at her and hoped she was putting her at ease. Once the greetings were done, Jazrina headed out to return home. She had unpacking to do before tonight. She would text Delaney and get the time of the party from her.", "username": "LadyAmber", "char_name": "Jazrina Heartwood" } ]

[ { "text": "The first time Emery felt the slightest surge of her powers, was the day that her adopted parents had gotten attacked by unlikely creatures that the young woman had never seen. Things one could only read about in books, or see in fantasy films. But apparently they were in her reality. Despite the fact that she managed to disintegrate the strange beings into pile of ashes; with the power of the light. It didn't stop her adoptive parents from thinking that she was a freak of nature. Feeling like she no longer belonged in the family she thought she was a part of. Emery kept her distance from everyone and anyone that came into her life from then on. Not wanting anyone to get hurt because she was around.\n\nIt was soon enough after that, she discovered whom she was. The God Apollo himself, visited her one evening. Telling her the truth about her parentage. She was his daughter. Or one of the offspring's anyways. Being a Demi-God, had at first shocked her. She wasn't human. Not fully.\n\nWith those events and truth about herself. Emery knew she needed to try and find more people like herself. It'd be the one place that she'd feel safe. To be able to learn and grow; and discover more about her abilities. Not many belongings with her, she decided to travel light. Keeping things that meant the most to her and some clothes, she set out to find Camp Half Blood.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Emery Olivia Alinsky" }, { "text": "Roe kept sprinting for what felt like hours. She didn't know where the hell she was going but she felt this surge in her chest, this almost light in the dark calling to her.\n\nShe always knew there was something weird about her. For a while she thought she was crazy, she thought she was delusional. She used to see monsters and some guy fighting them. She could have sworn she and he shared the same eyes but she was probably just projecting, desperate for a connection with anyone.\n\nRowan laughed as she came to a stop finally, grinning at nothing. By the gods, freedom felt so fucking good! She looked up at the sky, her smile softening at the sight above her. \"Come on then universe! Tell me where I'm meant to be!\"", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Following the instructions that she had been given by Apollo; Emery stuck to the path. Following the co-ordinates to the last dot on the map. Trudging through the woods alone was probably never safe; so she kept glancing over her shoulder. Making sure that she wasn't followed, or that something was waiting to jump out at her in the shadows. When she finally came to the spot, where the entrance was supposed to be. All she saw was nothing...just a field around her.\n\n\"Well this is helpful.\" she muttered to herself. Double checking the map to make sure she was in the right spot. As she did so, suddenly the magical threshold began to falter for her; allowing her to see the archway that'd led her towards her new home; her destiny.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Emery Olivia Alinsky" }, { "text": "As if someone had been listening to her, she felt that pull again and began to follow it. She could tell, however, she was being followed herself. She sprinted again, thanking whichever of her parents for her endurance, determined to make it to where she was meant to be. \n\nShe ended up in a forest, following some sort of path. Now she was in the dense woodlands, she could the heavy stamping of whatever was following her. She didn't let that stop her, picking up the pace. Soon, an archway appeared in the distance. Along with the figure of another girl. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!\n\n\"Get out of the way! I can't stop!\" True to Roe's words, she couldn't slow her running in time, colliding with the person standing in front of the archway", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Emery barely looked up, just when everything was going to chaos. She could see some wording forming on the archway. But before she could attempt to read it; she heard yelling a few feet away from her. Spinning around on the spot, Emery saw a large monster chasing a young girl. Before she could move, or respond. Both of them were on the ground. \"Ooft.\" she let out a slight cough, when Rowan knocked her down to the ground. Causing Emery to become winded.\n\nThe monster screeched advancing towards the two women on the floor. \"Watch out.\" Emery gasped out, seeing that the monster was reaching for the girls legs. It was at that moment, that a shield of bright light seemed to wrap around the two girls. The daughter of Apollo once again projecting her abilities. The monster screeched louder at the light. Almost like the light was blinding and burning it.\n\nAt the same moment, a head poked out of the secret portal from the archway behind them. \"Get in....hurry!\" urging the two girls to safety.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Emery Olivia Alinsky" }, { "text": "Rowan froze, tensing herself ready to take the brute of the attack. But no blow landed and a soft warmth enveloped her. She glanced over her shoulder, eyes growing wide at the sight of the shield over the two girls. \n\nHer head snapped up at the words from beyond the arch. Rowan didn't hesitate, grabbing the girl from under her and lifting her up. She launched them both towards the archway, a red, flaming sword appearing where Rowan once was. \n\nThe teen stumbled right before the opening, causing her to go stumbling with the other girl in her arms. She turned, trying to take as much of the impact as possible.", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Neither of them had time to question whom was poking their head out of the archway. Or ask where the thing was leading. The shield gave them enough time to stumble through the opening of the portal. Letting out a slight yelp, as the force of the portal made them both stumble. Once again, landing on the floor in a heap. Her red wavy hair covering her half her face, and almost smothering the blonde whom pulled her through the portal.\n\nThe commotion outside of the magic gateway had caused curiosity among members of Camp Half-Blood. A few teenagers, around their age in the near distance.\n\nFeeling another pair of arms grab at her and the other girl, helping up to their feet. Emery came face to face with a tall, dark haired male. Maybe few years older than she and Rowan. \"Who...who are you? where are we?\" Emery asked, managing to catch her breath.\n\n\"Leon. Son of Athena.\" he stated proudly as he introduced himself. \"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood.\" welcoming the two newcomers. Seeing their differing facial expressions. \"Chiron will explain everything.\" All that mattered was that they had gotten away from the monster in the woods, and were safe.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Emery Olivia Alinsky" }, { "text": "Roe clabbered to her feet, dusting herself in a bid to not look like a complete idiot in front of a strangers.\nShe raised an eyebrow at his introduction and tilted her head. \"Son of athena? Like the Greek goddess? Great. This is a cult.\"\n\nA boy around the same age as Leon ran towards the group an eady smile on his face. Only slightly shorter than the other boy, his skin was sun kissed, hair sandy blonde and eyes blue. \"Hey there! Im Freddy, son of aphrodite!\"", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": "Fredrick, Fred, Freddy" }, { "text": "Leon looked towards Rowan. \"Exactly like the Greek Goddess.\" he said. Trying not to chuckle as she said it was a cult. She didn't seem to be a believer. Or had not yet, figured out whom she was. \"This is no Cult.\" he assured Rowan. \"You must be special, like the rest of us, if you found this place.\" If she were a mere mortal, she wouldn't be allowed to step foot in here.\n\nA few more people came up to introduce themselves. Freddy seemed eager to see the new-comers. Next was a young girl by the name of Georgie. Or Georgianna for full. \"Hi, I am Georgie. Daughter of Poseidon.\" Her ocean blue eyes sparkled with her smile, as her dark raven hair blew in the wind. \nFollowing Georgie was Lucille. \"Lucille, daughter of Hades.\" Seemingly a bit more grim looking than the others. Lucille was still nice, once you got to know her. But otherwise to most people, she kept her distance and didn't always seem like the most warmest of people.\n\nLooking between the people that greeted them. Giving the others a slight nervous smile. \"Hi, I am Emery.\" she introduced herself. Emery looked at Rowan. \"I think they're serious.\" Now she didn't feel so crazy, knowing that there were others like her out there.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Emery Olivia Alinsky" }, { "text": "Roe looked at the people around her and the other girl, it was written all over her face that she didn't believe a word of it. She crossed her arms and took a few people back. \"I'm Rachel. And I think you're all insane\" She lied. One thing she learnt growing up rough, never to give anyone your real name.\n\nFreddy's smile softened at the two girls. \"You've both really been put through the wringer, haven't you?\" He looks to Georgie, Lucille and Leon. \"Come on guys, lets not crowd them. This place can be intimidating enough without a bunch of weirdos surrounding them. Twinkle toes has probably already gone to get the teachers.\"", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": "Fredrick, Fred, Freddy" }, { "text": "Emery could see that the female next to her, was going to be quiet tough to deal with. Especially if she thought they were all insane. If she didn't experience the things she had lately, she'd probably be the same. \"It's been a strange few weeks. At least for me.\" she told Freddy. Who knows how her time here would work out. Would it be better? Or more craziness wear it's ugly head? Wondering how many more different people were at this camp. And no doubt interesting to see how she would fit in here.\n\nLeon rose an eyebrow towards Rowan. Not quiet convinced that she was giving her real name. He was good at reading people, and something about the way she said it; just didn't sound convincing. \"Well then...Rachel.\" he said, although still not believing her. \"Believe what you will.\" She'll soon find out the truth. Looking down at Freddy. \"I am pretty sure, they might have heard the chaos themselves.\" Leading the way towards the main areas of the camp; so they could introduce the newcomers to the Chiron and the other teachers. Maybe Faculty members, could help them figure things out more.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Freddy nodded with a small chuckle. \"Yeah, I get that. When my mom claimed me, I had a real weird couple of weeks till I was found. But I promise it all makes sense here.\" He assured her. \n\nFreddy nudged his friend, dropping his voice so only Leon could hear his voice. \"Go easy on the new girl man. You saw the sword too right? You really wanna piss off Ares daughter? Besides.\" He glanced over his shoulder at 'rachel'\"She seems a bit scared to me.\" it was pretty common knowledge that at the camp how well Freddy could read people, a perk of being Aphroties son.\n\nRoe followed the boys, keeping close to Emery. She might not trust any of them but she couldn't lie, she definitely felt some sort of pull towards the camp and the other girl. She hesitated for only a moment before looking at Emery. \"You okay? I really bashed into you back there. Sorry about that by the way.\"", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": "Fredrick, Fred, Freddy" }, { "text": "For Emery it was a small relief, that someone seemed to know what she was going through. \"Truthfully, I thought I was going crazy.\" She said in all honesty. But that was further from the truth, especially when Apollo first paid her a visit. Wondering what even went on here, at this Camp Half-Blood. Not that her father really explained everything. Just that it was a place for special people like herself. Following the small group, she held her side slightly. The aches and pains from earlier, setting in on her hip. Trying not to wince, as the pain travelled down her leg. Looking towards the curly blonde girl. There was something about her, that Emery couldn't quiet place. A weird sense of connection. Like she was supposed to know her. \"A bit sore, but I'll manage.\" She said honestly. \"It's alright. I know you didn't mean to.\" Emery told her. If she had been in her spot, being chased by a monster; she probably would have collided into someone too herself.\n\nUnlike Freddy, Leon wasn't so intimidated by the daughter of Ares. He was the son of Athena after all. A fighter himself. Chuckling a little to himself, when he heard Freddy. \"I think it might be the constant smiling, that freaks people out.\" he told his friend teasingly.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Emery Olivia Alinsky" }, { "text": "Rowan offered her a small smile, relief clear in her eyes. It had been so long since she had experienced concern for someone, it was strange but nice. She kept her voice low as she spoke. \"My names actually Rowan, I just don't trust those lads yet. Most people call me Roe\" \n\nFreddy frowned at the other boy. \"Listen here smart arse.\" He teased back, grinning as they approached the main hub of the camp. \"Awe, home sweet home\"\n\nRowan whistled at the sight, her eyes widening as she took in the buildings around them. \"Okay, I'll admit it. This place is kinda cool. Very..greek.\"", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": "Fredrick, Fred, Freddy" } ]

[ { "text": "As if someone had been listening to her, she felt that pull again and began to follow it. She could tell, however, she was being followed herself. She sprinted again, thanking whichever of her parents for her endurance, determined to make it to where she was meant to be. \n\nShe ended up in a forest, following some sort of path. Now she was in the dense woodlands, she could the heavy stamping of whatever was following her. She didn't let that stop her, picking up the pace. Soon, an archway appeared in the distance. Along with the figure of another girl. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!\n\n\"Get out of the way! I can't stop!\" True to Roe's words, she couldn't slow her running in time, colliding with the person standing in front of the archway", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Emery barely looked up, just when everything was going to chaos. She could see some wording forming on the archway. But before she could attempt to read it; she heard yelling a few feet away from her. Spinning around on the spot, Emery saw a large monster chasing a young girl. Before she could move, or respond. Both of them were on the ground. \"Ooft.\" she let out a slight cough, when Rowan knocked her down to the ground. Causing Emery to become winded.\n\nThe monster screeched advancing towards the two women on the floor. \"Watch out.\" Emery gasped out, seeing that the monster was reaching for the girls legs. It was at that moment, that a shield of bright light seemed to wrap around the two girls. The daughter of Apollo once again projecting her abilities. The monster screeched louder at the light. Almost like the light was blinding and burning it.\n\nAt the same moment, a head poked out of the secret portal from the archway behind them. \"Get in....hurry!\" urging the two girls to safety.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Emery Olivia Alinsky" }, { "text": "Rowan froze, tensing herself ready to take the brute of the attack. But no blow landed and a soft warmth enveloped her. She glanced over her shoulder, eyes growing wide at the sight of the shield over the two girls. \n\nHer head snapped up at the words from beyond the arch. Rowan didn't hesitate, grabbing the girl from under her and lifting her up. She launched them both towards the archway, a red, flaming sword appearing where Rowan once was. \n\nThe teen stumbled right before the opening, causing her to go stumbling with the other girl in her arms. She turned, trying to take as much of the impact as possible.", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Neither of them had time to question whom was poking their head out of the archway. Or ask where the thing was leading. The shield gave them enough time to stumble through the opening of the portal. Letting out a slight yelp, as the force of the portal made them both stumble. Once again, landing on the floor in a heap. Her red wavy hair covering her half her face, and almost smothering the blonde whom pulled her through the portal.\n\nThe commotion outside of the magic gateway had caused curiosity among members of Camp Half-Blood. A few teenagers, around their age in the near distance.\n\nFeeling another pair of arms grab at her and the other girl, helping up to their feet. Emery came face to face with a tall, dark haired male. Maybe few years older than she and Rowan. \"Who...who are you? where are we?\" Emery asked, managing to catch her breath.\n\n\"Leon. Son of Athena.\" he stated proudly as he introduced himself. \"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood.\" welcoming the two newcomers. Seeing their differing facial expressions. \"Chiron will explain everything.\" All that mattered was that they had gotten away from the monster in the woods, and were safe.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Emery Olivia Alinsky" }, { "text": "Roe clabbered to her feet, dusting herself in a bid to not look like a complete idiot in front of a strangers.\nShe raised an eyebrow at his introduction and tilted her head. \"Son of athena? Like the Greek goddess? Great. This is a cult.\"\n\nA boy around the same age as Leon ran towards the group an eady smile on his face. Only slightly shorter than the other boy, his skin was sun kissed, hair sandy blonde and eyes blue. \"Hey there! Im Freddy, son of aphrodite!\"", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": "Fredrick, Fred, Freddy" }, { "text": "Leon looked towards Rowan. \"Exactly like the Greek Goddess.\" he said. Trying not to chuckle as she said it was a cult. She didn't seem to be a believer. Or had not yet, figured out whom she was. \"This is no Cult.\" he assured Rowan. \"You must be special, like the rest of us, if you found this place.\" If she were a mere mortal, she wouldn't be allowed to step foot in here.\n\nA few more people came up to introduce themselves. Freddy seemed eager to see the new-comers. Next was a young girl by the name of Georgie. Or Georgianna for full. \"Hi, I am Georgie. Daughter of Poseidon.\" Her ocean blue eyes sparkled with her smile, as her dark raven hair blew in the wind. \nFollowing Georgie was Lucille. \"Lucille, daughter of Hades.\" Seemingly a bit more grim looking than the others. Lucille was still nice, once you got to know her. But otherwise to most people, she kept her distance and didn't always seem like the most warmest of people.\n\nLooking between the people that greeted them. Giving the others a slight nervous smile. \"Hi, I am Emery.\" she introduced herself. Emery looked at Rowan. \"I think they're serious.\" Now she didn't feel so crazy, knowing that there were others like her out there.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Emery Olivia Alinsky" }, { "text": "Roe looked at the people around her and the other girl, it was written all over her face that she didn't believe a word of it. She crossed her arms and took a few people back. \"I'm Rachel. And I think you're all insane\" She lied. One thing she learnt growing up rough, never to give anyone your real name.\n\nFreddy's smile softened at the two girls. \"You've both really been put through the wringer, haven't you?\" He looks to Georgie, Lucille and Leon. \"Come on guys, lets not crowd them. This place can be intimidating enough without a bunch of weirdos surrounding them. Twinkle toes has probably already gone to get the teachers.\"", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": "Fredrick, Fred, Freddy" }, { "text": "Emery could see that the female next to her, was going to be quiet tough to deal with. Especially if she thought they were all insane. If she didn't experience the things she had lately, she'd probably be the same. \"It's been a strange few weeks. At least for me.\" she told Freddy. Who knows how her time here would work out. Would it be better? Or more craziness wear it's ugly head? Wondering how many more different people were at this camp. And no doubt interesting to see how she would fit in here.\n\nLeon rose an eyebrow towards Rowan. Not quiet convinced that she was giving her real name. He was good at reading people, and something about the way she said it; just didn't sound convincing. \"Well then...Rachel.\" he said, although still not believing her. \"Believe what you will.\" She'll soon find out the truth. Looking down at Freddy. \"I am pretty sure, they might have heard the chaos themselves.\" Leading the way towards the main areas of the camp; so they could introduce the newcomers to the Chiron and the other teachers. Maybe Faculty members, could help them figure things out more.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Freddy nodded with a small chuckle. \"Yeah, I get that. When my mom claimed me, I had a real weird couple of weeks till I was found. But I promise it all makes sense here.\" He assured her. \n\nFreddy nudged his friend, dropping his voice so only Leon could hear his voice. \"Go easy on the new girl man. You saw the sword too right? You really wanna piss off Ares daughter? Besides.\" He glanced over his shoulder at 'rachel'\"She seems a bit scared to me.\" it was pretty common knowledge that at the camp how well Freddy could read people, a perk of being Aphroties son.\n\nRoe followed the boys, keeping close to Emery. She might not trust any of them but she couldn't lie, she definitely felt some sort of pull towards the camp and the other girl. She hesitated for only a moment before looking at Emery. \"You okay? I really bashed into you back there. Sorry about that by the way.\"", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": "Fredrick, Fred, Freddy" }, { "text": "For Emery it was a small relief, that someone seemed to know what she was going through. \"Truthfully, I thought I was going crazy.\" She said in all honesty. But that was further from the truth, especially when Apollo first paid her a visit. Wondering what even went on here, at this Camp Half-Blood. Not that her father really explained everything. Just that it was a place for special people like herself. Following the small group, she held her side slightly. The aches and pains from earlier, setting in on her hip. Trying not to wince, as the pain travelled down her leg. Looking towards the curly blonde girl. There was something about her, that Emery couldn't quiet place. A weird sense of connection. Like she was supposed to know her. \"A bit sore, but I'll manage.\" She said honestly. \"It's alright. I know you didn't mean to.\" Emery told her. If she had been in her spot, being chased by a monster; she probably would have collided into someone too herself.\n\nUnlike Freddy, Leon wasn't so intimidated by the daughter of Ares. He was the son of Athena after all. A fighter himself. Chuckling a little to himself, when he heard Freddy. \"I think it might be the constant smiling, that freaks people out.\" he told his friend teasingly.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Emery Olivia Alinsky" }, { "text": "Rowan offered her a small smile, relief clear in her eyes. It had been so long since she had experienced concern for someone, it was strange but nice. She kept her voice low as she spoke. \"My names actually Rowan, I just don't trust those lads yet. Most people call me Roe\" \n\nFreddy frowned at the other boy. \"Listen here smart arse.\" He teased back, grinning as they approached the main hub of the camp. \"Awe, home sweet home\"\n\nRowan whistled at the sight, her eyes widening as she took in the buildings around them. \"Okay, I'll admit it. This place is kinda cool. Very..greek.\"", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": "Fredrick, Fred, Freddy" }, { "text": "Leon just smirked playfully at Freddy. \"I am smart indeed, I know.\" he said. Knowing Freddy liked to annoy him with teasing comments, as much as he liked to annoy the others.\n\nEmery was hoping that the pain would subside soon enough. With her being a Demi-God, she had a naturally quicker healing than humans did. Guess, being half and half, would come in handy that way. As 'Rachel' admitted what her real name was. \"They seem nice enough, but I understand.\" she told her with a soft smile. \"It's nice to meet you anyways, Rowan.\" she told her softly. As they reached the cabins. Emery herself was surprised by their beauty. All of the cabins seemed to be designed for every specific God and Goddess. \"Wow, this place looks cool.\" It was very greek indeed. Nothing wrong with that. \"So, what do you guys actually do here at this camp?\" Emery asked, wanting to learn more about this place. Just then, she heard another voice behind her. But much deeper than the boys. Looking over her shoulder to see an older man. Expect he wasn't a man. He was a Centaur.\n\n\"These must be our new-comers. Welcome to the camp.\" he greeted them. \"My name is Chiron. Any and all questions can be directed at me.\" he spoke with a friendly smile.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Emery Olivia Alinsky" }, { "text": "Freddy glanced between the two new girls and the teacher. It was always fun watching newbies meet a centaur for the first time. He nudged his friend playing with a small grin. \"Which one do you think will freak?\" He whispered.\n\nRowan didn't hesitate, walking towards the half-man and to the side of him. \"Holy shit. You're half horse? Like, seriously?\" She sniggers a laugh, moving back to look at him. \"Can you prove it? Like, prove this isn't some sort of fever dream or hollogram or whatever?\" She looks to Emery. \"You seeing this shit too right?\"\n\nThere's a harsh chuckle from behind the centaur, a rather scruffy looking man in a Hawaiian shirt coming to stand next t Chiron. \"I love the sceptical ones. They're always the funniest to watch crack\"", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": "Fredrick, Fred, Freddy" } ]

[ { "text": "Roe kept sprinting for what felt like hours. She didn't know where the hell she was going but she felt this surge in her chest, this almost light in the dark calling to her.\n\nShe always knew there was something weird about her. For a while she thought she was crazy, she thought she was delusional. She used to see monsters and some guy fighting them. She could have sworn she and he shared the same eyes but she was probably just projecting, desperate for a connection with anyone.\n\nRowan laughed as she came to a stop finally, grinning at nothing. By the gods, freedom felt so fucking good! She looked up at the sky, her smile softening at the sight above her. \"Come on then universe! Tell me where I'm meant to be!\"", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Following the instructions that she had been given by Apollo; Emery stuck to the path. Following the co-ordinates to the last dot on the map. Trudging through the woods alone was probably never safe; so she kept glancing over her shoulder. Making sure that she wasn't followed, or that something was waiting to jump out at her in the shadows. When she finally came to the spot, where the entrance was supposed to be. All she saw was nothing...just a field around her.\n\n\"Well this is helpful.\" she muttered to herself. Double checking the map to make sure she was in the right spot. As she did so, suddenly the magical threshold began to falter for her; allowing her to see the archway that'd led her towards her new home; her destiny.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Emery Olivia Alinsky" }, { "text": "As if someone had been listening to her, she felt that pull again and began to follow it. She could tell, however, she was being followed herself. She sprinted again, thanking whichever of her parents for her endurance, determined to make it to where she was meant to be. \n\nShe ended up in a forest, following some sort of path. Now she was in the dense woodlands, she could the heavy stamping of whatever was following her. She didn't let that stop her, picking up the pace. Soon, an archway appeared in the distance. Along with the figure of another girl. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!\n\n\"Get out of the way! I can't stop!\" True to Roe's words, she couldn't slow her running in time, colliding with the person standing in front of the archway", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Emery barely looked up, just when everything was going to chaos. She could see some wording forming on the archway. But before she could attempt to read it; she heard yelling a few feet away from her. Spinning around on the spot, Emery saw a large monster chasing a young girl. Before she could move, or respond. Both of them were on the ground. \"Ooft.\" she let out a slight cough, when Rowan knocked her down to the ground. Causing Emery to become winded.\n\nThe monster screeched advancing towards the two women on the floor. \"Watch out.\" Emery gasped out, seeing that the monster was reaching for the girls legs. It was at that moment, that a shield of bright light seemed to wrap around the two girls. The daughter of Apollo once again projecting her abilities. The monster screeched louder at the light. Almost like the light was blinding and burning it.\n\nAt the same moment, a head poked out of the secret portal from the archway behind them. \"Get in....hurry!\" urging the two girls to safety.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Emery Olivia Alinsky" }, { "text": "Rowan froze, tensing herself ready to take the brute of the attack. But no blow landed and a soft warmth enveloped her. She glanced over her shoulder, eyes growing wide at the sight of the shield over the two girls. \n\nHer head snapped up at the words from beyond the arch. Rowan didn't hesitate, grabbing the girl from under her and lifting her up. She launched them both towards the archway, a red, flaming sword appearing where Rowan once was. \n\nThe teen stumbled right before the opening, causing her to go stumbling with the other girl in her arms. She turned, trying to take as much of the impact as possible.", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Neither of them had time to question whom was poking their head out of the archway. Or ask where the thing was leading. The shield gave them enough time to stumble through the opening of the portal. Letting out a slight yelp, as the force of the portal made them both stumble. Once again, landing on the floor in a heap. Her red wavy hair covering her half her face, and almost smothering the blonde whom pulled her through the portal.\n\nThe commotion outside of the magic gateway had caused curiosity among members of Camp Half-Blood. A few teenagers, around their age in the near distance.\n\nFeeling another pair of arms grab at her and the other girl, helping up to their feet. Emery came face to face with a tall, dark haired male. Maybe few years older than she and Rowan. \"Who...who are you? where are we?\" Emery asked, managing to catch her breath.\n\n\"Leon. Son of Athena.\" he stated proudly as he introduced himself. \"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood.\" welcoming the two newcomers. Seeing their differing facial expressions. \"Chiron will explain everything.\" All that mattered was that they had gotten away from the monster in the woods, and were safe.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Emery Olivia Alinsky" }, { "text": "Roe clabbered to her feet, dusting herself in a bid to not look like a complete idiot in front of a strangers.\nShe raised an eyebrow at his introduction and tilted her head. \"Son of athena? Like the Greek goddess? Great. This is a cult.\"\n\nA boy around the same age as Leon ran towards the group an eady smile on his face. Only slightly shorter than the other boy, his skin was sun kissed, hair sandy blonde and eyes blue. \"Hey there! Im Freddy, son of aphrodite!\"", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": "Fredrick, Fred, Freddy" }, { "text": "Leon looked towards Rowan. \"Exactly like the Greek Goddess.\" he said. Trying not to chuckle as she said it was a cult. She didn't seem to be a believer. Or had not yet, figured out whom she was. \"This is no Cult.\" he assured Rowan. \"You must be special, like the rest of us, if you found this place.\" If she were a mere mortal, she wouldn't be allowed to step foot in here.\n\nA few more people came up to introduce themselves. Freddy seemed eager to see the new-comers. Next was a young girl by the name of Georgie. Or Georgianna for full. \"Hi, I am Georgie. Daughter of Poseidon.\" Her ocean blue eyes sparkled with her smile, as her dark raven hair blew in the wind. \nFollowing Georgie was Lucille. \"Lucille, daughter of Hades.\" Seemingly a bit more grim looking than the others. Lucille was still nice, once you got to know her. But otherwise to most people, she kept her distance and didn't always seem like the most warmest of people.\n\nLooking between the people that greeted them. Giving the others a slight nervous smile. \"Hi, I am Emery.\" she introduced herself. Emery looked at Rowan. \"I think they're serious.\" Now she didn't feel so crazy, knowing that there were others like her out there.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Emery Olivia Alinsky" }, { "text": "Roe looked at the people around her and the other girl, it was written all over her face that she didn't believe a word of it. She crossed her arms and took a few people back. \"I'm Rachel. And I think you're all insane\" She lied. One thing she learnt growing up rough, never to give anyone your real name.\n\nFreddy's smile softened at the two girls. \"You've both really been put through the wringer, haven't you?\" He looks to Georgie, Lucille and Leon. \"Come on guys, lets not crowd them. This place can be intimidating enough without a bunch of weirdos surrounding them. Twinkle toes has probably already gone to get the teachers.\"", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": "Fredrick, Fred, Freddy" }, { "text": "Emery could see that the female next to her, was going to be quiet tough to deal with. Especially if she thought they were all insane. If she didn't experience the things she had lately, she'd probably be the same. \"It's been a strange few weeks. At least for me.\" she told Freddy. Who knows how her time here would work out. Would it be better? Or more craziness wear it's ugly head? Wondering how many more different people were at this camp. And no doubt interesting to see how she would fit in here.\n\nLeon rose an eyebrow towards Rowan. Not quiet convinced that she was giving her real name. He was good at reading people, and something about the way she said it; just didn't sound convincing. \"Well then...Rachel.\" he said, although still not believing her. \"Believe what you will.\" She'll soon find out the truth. Looking down at Freddy. \"I am pretty sure, they might have heard the chaos themselves.\" Leading the way towards the main areas of the camp; so they could introduce the newcomers to the Chiron and the other teachers. Maybe Faculty members, could help them figure things out more.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Freddy nodded with a small chuckle. \"Yeah, I get that. When my mom claimed me, I had a real weird couple of weeks till I was found. But I promise it all makes sense here.\" He assured her. \n\nFreddy nudged his friend, dropping his voice so only Leon could hear his voice. \"Go easy on the new girl man. You saw the sword too right? You really wanna piss off Ares daughter? Besides.\" He glanced over his shoulder at 'rachel'\"She seems a bit scared to me.\" it was pretty common knowledge that at the camp how well Freddy could read people, a perk of being Aphroties son.\n\nRoe followed the boys, keeping close to Emery. She might not trust any of them but she couldn't lie, she definitely felt some sort of pull towards the camp and the other girl. She hesitated for only a moment before looking at Emery. \"You okay? I really bashed into you back there. Sorry about that by the way.\"", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": "Fredrick, Fred, Freddy" }, { "text": "For Emery it was a small relief, that someone seemed to know what she was going through. \"Truthfully, I thought I was going crazy.\" She said in all honesty. But that was further from the truth, especially when Apollo first paid her a visit. Wondering what even went on here, at this Camp Half-Blood. Not that her father really explained everything. Just that it was a place for special people like herself. Following the small group, she held her side slightly. The aches and pains from earlier, setting in on her hip. Trying not to wince, as the pain travelled down her leg. Looking towards the curly blonde girl. There was something about her, that Emery couldn't quiet place. A weird sense of connection. Like she was supposed to know her. \"A bit sore, but I'll manage.\" She said honestly. \"It's alright. I know you didn't mean to.\" Emery told her. If she had been in her spot, being chased by a monster; she probably would have collided into someone too herself.\n\nUnlike Freddy, Leon wasn't so intimidated by the daughter of Ares. He was the son of Athena after all. A fighter himself. Chuckling a little to himself, when he heard Freddy. \"I think it might be the constant smiling, that freaks people out.\" he told his friend teasingly.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Emery Olivia Alinsky" }, { "text": "Rowan offered her a small smile, relief clear in her eyes. It had been so long since she had experienced concern for someone, it was strange but nice. She kept her voice low as she spoke. \"My names actually Rowan, I just don't trust those lads yet. Most people call me Roe\" \n\nFreddy frowned at the other boy. \"Listen here smart arse.\" He teased back, grinning as they approached the main hub of the camp. \"Awe, home sweet home\"\n\nRowan whistled at the sight, her eyes widening as she took in the buildings around them. \"Okay, I'll admit it. This place is kinda cool. Very..greek.\"", "username": "Angstyrainbow", "char_name": "Fredrick, Fred, Freddy" }, { "text": "Leon just smirked playfully at Freddy. \"I am smart indeed, I know.\" he said. Knowing Freddy liked to annoy him with teasing comments, as much as he liked to annoy the others.\n\nEmery was hoping that the pain would subside soon enough. With her being a Demi-God, she had a naturally quicker healing than humans did. Guess, being half and half, would come in handy that way. As 'Rachel' admitted what her real name was. \"They seem nice enough, but I understand.\" she told her with a soft smile. \"It's nice to meet you anyways, Rowan.\" she told her softly. As they reached the cabins. Emery herself was surprised by their beauty. All of the cabins seemed to be designed for every specific God and Goddess. \"Wow, this place looks cool.\" It was very greek indeed. Nothing wrong with that. \"So, what do you guys actually do here at this camp?\" Emery asked, wanting to learn more about this place. Just then, she heard another voice behind her. But much deeper than the boys. Looking over her shoulder to see an older man. Expect he wasn't a man. He was a Centaur.\n\n\"These must be our new-comers. Welcome to the camp.\" he greeted them. \"My name is Chiron. Any and all questions can be directed at me.\" he spoke with a friendly smile.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Emery Olivia Alinsky" } ]

[ { "text": "EPISODE 1\nOUTBREAK\n\n\"Fuck, it's cold.\" \n\nCorporal Mira Feng shuddered intensely as she slid into the drivers seat of her patrol car, two polystyrene cups of coffee in hand. She placed one of the coffees in the cup holder while reaching to hand the other to her partner, Deputy Omar Barajavan. As Omar took the coffee Mira reached and pulled the car door shut, albeit a little too hard, anxious to be out of the freezing November night air. Mira tugged her coat collar up snugly around her neck as she reached and turned the car key, the engine roaring to life. The time was one fifty-eight. \"Look at that, still two minutes ahead of schedule.\" Mira quipped monotonously as she put the patrol car into gear. \n\nMira and Omar were pulling out of the station for their regular shift, two to twelve. Normally they would be leaving a bit earlier than they were now but with the weather like it was Mira felt the need to hang back and grab a coffee for them both. Mira turned on the windshield wipers as they pulled up to the edge of the street in front of the station. There was a modest sheet of freezing rain coming down and according to the weather over the next few days it would get progressively colder and bring some heavy snow. Mira knew what that meant, working vehicle wrecks and directing traffic just as a start, especially now - never mind chasing hoods and punks down slicked roads and sidewalks.\n\nYou signed up for it. Mira thought wryly as she turned out into the street and peeled down the way. \n\nTraffic was minimal but Mira knew that had to do with the epidemic that was suddenly shaking the city. The day before, early in the morning hours, people were coming into the hospital and showing severe symptoms that resembled a flu. A winters' illness outbreak was to be expected this time of year but this was something different. It was so sudden. Reports said that by the dozens and then the hundreds people were just flooding in wracked with symptoms, and it was worsening by the hour. By that afternoon hospitals and clinics were overflowing with sick people, many barely able to sit up straight in the waiting rooms - all this within less than twelve hours. Mira had never heard of anything like it. Ambulances were screaming up and down the streets all day and night from people having to be picked up from their homes, not even able to make it to their cars or to a cab to get to aid. \n\nMira had just woken up from sleeping earlier that evening when she heard about the wave of deaths. The news said people were dropping like flies, slumping over in their waiting room chairs or hospital beds. Mira still remembered that sudden, dreadful chill that had rushed through her as she watched the tv from her living room couch. The mayor had declared a state of emergency and was reaching out to the governor and Washington for immediate aid in this epidemic - whatever it was. Mira was no doctor but she imagined it to be some kind of freak mutant flu. And yet I have never heard of anything that could shake up and shut down a whole city in less than one day.\n\nThe Corporal shook her head as she reached for her coffee and took a long sip, the hot coiling steam feeling good against her face. Nearly every business Mira and Omar passed had signs indicating being indefinitely closed amid this strange pandemic. Doors were all locked up tight and blinds and window covers masked the insides of everything from stores to street side restaurants. Few people were on the sidewalks and most wore masks and gloves and were all giving each other a wide birth. A red flashing caught both deputies attention as they passed an apartment complex, an ambulance was parked outside and Mira could see EMT's were rushing up the stairs.\n\nMira glanced sideways at Omar as she made a sharp turn down a side street on their route. \"What do you know about this virus or whatever it is, Omar? This… flu…\" Mira hoped he had something for her, anything other than just a shrug or an \"I don't know\". This whole thing was making her nervous to put it to the least, so many hospitalized and dead with no end in site reported.", "username": "Shu", "char_name": "Mira Feng" }, { "text": "The rich aroma of the coffee woke Omar up. His movements were still laggard as his hands gingerly accepted what Mira offered him. His chin inclined slightly downwards out of silent appreciation before he pinched and pulled down the hem of his woolen mask with two fingers. Lifting the cup towards his face, Omar immediately slurped down the steaming black liquid. The caffeine scalded his tongue bitterly as he inhaled in to take a whiff of the earthy vapor. He exhaled out as the coffee worked its magic, the world around him becoming less of a blur and sharper, as if it was under a magnifying glass. \n\n\" Small mercies,\" Omar replied back, mouth muffled by the coffee cup. His eyes flickered towards Mira as he took another sip, watching as she drove out of the station onto the slick street. For the last 3 weeks, Omar had heard rumors from the other officers about Feng's reputation since his induction at the Lambour County Sheriff's Office. From what scant details he could put together, the common denominator between all the far-fetched tales he'd been told was that it had something to do with her conduct during her time at Williams County. \n\nPlus, any officer who bought him coffee before patrol duty was alright in his books. \n\nRain cascaded down outside the car, shrouding the empty horizon in a thick soup of grey mist. The sugar maples and sycamores on the boulevard drooped down, their skeletal branches signifying the beginning of winter. At this hour, you would see some cars rolling down the street, maybe, a couple of people pulling out their umbrellas on the sidewalk. All Omar could see was mostly empty streets, windows wrapped with wax paper and closed doors. The scene reminded him more of a gh It made him shiver. On most days, Omar would be relieved but last night's news report still troubled his mind.\n\nIt has first began as a series of coincidences, most chalking it up to the winter flu season. In less than 12 hours, Lambour Lutheran Hospital emergency departments were swamped with crowds of people all experiencing the same symptoms. They'd called it a flu at first but no flu caused this many people to become sick at the same time. When the first deaths were reported and Mayor Kilburn issued a state of emergency, Omar was more annoyed with the deluge of phone calls he'd received from Mom and Dad and Arat and Tomar and everyone else in his family. They'd urged him to move out of the city and Omar simply told them he couldn't. The reason was simple. Law enforcement officers weren't immune to whatever filled the halls of Lambour Lutheran and almost half of their officers were on paid sick leave. It'd left the other half to pick up the extra slack. \n\n\" Other than what's already been told to us by the mayor?,\" Omar questioned, lying back in his seat. Contrary to Mira, he looked nonplussed about the events of the last 24 hours. He scratched his chin, deep in thought, before shrugging his shoulders. \" Every person I've spoken to has a different crackpot theory,\" Omar lifted up his fingers and began counting them out one by one. \" Food poisoning. Some sick guy from overseas. Lab leak. God's judgement. I think it's almost easier to ask them what it isn't than what it could be.\" \n\nOmar then looked at Mira, wondering if his words were reassuring enough, before clasping her shoulder briefly. \" Look, it'll all blow over by the time spring comes around. Just between you and me, personally? I think I'm going to spend my salary on a vacation. Somewhere warm, like Hawaii -SLOW DOWN!\" \n\nOmar jabbed his finger towards the front of the patrol vehicle with urgency. They'd just turned the block and immediately, they met a swarm of dogs and cats that occupied the street. Lambour was no stranger to strays but Omar was confident today that the crowd of animals in front of them encompassed the entire population of missing pets in Lambour. The swarm paid no heed to them, scampering past their vehicles in one unified direction. Omar could feel the patrol vehicle vibrate as the column of animals marched past them. \n\n\" Probably should call in animal control. ,\" Omar breathed in shock. His eyes then squinted and pointed into the misty outlines of Lambour's inner city. \" Say, isn't that where Lambour General and Lutheran are? Do you think that has something to do with them?\"", "username": "Bork Lazer", "char_name": "Omar 'Mario' Barajavan" } ]

[ { "text": "Mira dashed around the side of the gas station and made fast for the rear of the building, hoping the gunman had not caught a glimpse of her and hoping that the back door was not locked. The ground was slick from all the rain and twice she had to catch herself from face planting onto the hard concrete. Mira slowed up as she reached the back corner of the building, pressing herself against the cold brick wall as she reached for her gun. There was nothing saying the suspect did not have a partner waiting out back. \n\nMira slowly came around the corner, pistol raised and eyes down the sights. There was no one behind the building, the woman releasing a clouded breath of a sigh. A single car, undoubtedly the owners', was parked in a space near the back door and a line of half filled dumpsters reached down the wall on the left side of the door opposite of Mira. Mira stepped back against the wall once more, sliding down it until she was directly alongside the back door of the gas station. Cold crystals of frozen rain glazed her hair and neck sending a sharp chill down her spine, the corporal ignoring it to her best. The door was thankfully not one of the large heavy metal ones but rather a windowless wooden door. She reached down with her right hand and twisted at the knob - locked of course.\n\nCouldn't have it that easy I guess.\n\nMira flinched as she heard another loud blast from the perps' gun. Fuck it, we don't have time for backup and I need to get in there!\n\nMira considered reaching to try and rattle or yank the door open but then decided not. If the gunman happened to hear her he might blind fire at the door, possibly hitting her or someone inside. Or worse yet he may panic and just start shooting people. Mira stepped back sucking in a deep breath, the cold air tightening her throat and chest, her heart beating like a war drum. \"Go.\" Mira sprinted forward, swinging up her right leg with all her momentum behind it as she slammed a fierce kick into the back door - a slight snap of wood and a rattling of the knob could be heard as the door flew open and slammed against the inside wall. \n\n\"What the fuck?\"\n\nThe bright lights of the gas station interior disoriented Mira for a second, even so she could see the gunman standing behind the front counter dead ahead. Nothing was between them, a line of freezers to her right filled with assortments of booze and to her left was a shelf of chips and crackers that reached just short of the counter. The gunman was facing Mira, the woman could see a short rotund man cowering at his feet. Mira barely had time to react as the perp raised his weapon, a shotgun - the corporal leapt behind the shelf to her left as the wall nearby was blasted spraying chunks of shattered paneling through the air.\n\n\"Bitch!\" the gunman roared.\n\n\"Make it easy on yourself,\" Mira shouted back defiantly as she scrambled to a half crouch behind the shelf, \"drop the weapon!\"\n\n\"Fuck you!\" Another gunshot, Mira hunkered down as the shelf was blasted across the top raining down bits of metal and shredded chip bags. \n\n\"Put the weapon down!\" Mira shouted back, not standing again.\n\n\"Not a chance!\"", "username": "Shu", "char_name": "Mira Feng" }, { "text": "\" I repeat again, come out with your hands behind your head or we'll be forced to use lethal force -,\" The sound of a gunshot erupting made Omar drop the radio. Sucking in a breathe, he grasped his pistol firmly with both hands and ran towards the front of the gas station. He didn't know who fired the first shot but he wasn't keen with leaving Mira alone in there by herself. His boots splashed apart the rivers of rainwater that were beginning to inundate the streets, soaking the scuffs of his woolen jeans. \n\nOnce he was at the door, he could hear muffled sounds of commotion. With one hand still on the grip of pistol, the door opened with a quiet whine. Omar pushed it enough just so the edge of the door touched the lip of the bell. Immediately, Omar could hear someone shouting in a coarse, uneven voice. Male. Probably in his late 20s or early 30s. He took a peek through the crack and briefly saw a broad shouldered figure in a hoodie waving a pump-action shotgun around. \n\n\"Not a chance!,\" The man spoke out. \" You make one more move towards me and I'll paint his fucking brains all over the counter, you hear me?!\"\n\n\" Please, sir….,\" A heavily lisped voice whimpered out loud. \" I'm willing to help you with your situation but you have to believe-\" \n\nThere was a cry of pain and then, the sound of a shell being re-racked into a shotgun. \" You shut up if you know what's good for you, old man.\" \n\nAlright. That was enough. The sound of lightning split the sky above and Omar used the opportunity to push open the door quietly as to not spook the robber. He didn't want to have to fill in on the incident report about how the owner was missing half his head. The robber was still looking in the direction of wherever Mira was and didn't notice Omar's pistol pointed a few meters away from his head. \n\n\" Hands on your head right now!\" The robber turned his head towards Omar in surprise. This close, he could see the straw blonde hair poking out of his hood. A cherokee blue bandana was wrapped around his mouth. Freckles dotted the underside of his shadowed grey eyes. \" Put the shotgun on the counter slowly and step away from the hostage. You're surrounded.\"\n\nThe robber shifted and bounced on his feet. His movements reminded Omar when he watched mice struggle to escape the mouse traps his mom had laid around the house. \" You'll have to do something for me first.\" \n\nShit. Now wasn't a good time for negotiations. He barely passed that course when the NJPD made it mandatory. Omar signed inwardly, still putting on the face of consummate professionalism as his finger rested on the trigger. \n\n\" Put your shotgun down on the table and we can talk.\" \n\n\" You'll just cuff me, man.\" The robber scoffed, still pointing his shotgun down at the man below him. \" You'll listen to what I have to say and then, we'll talk.\"\n\nOmar's fingers danced on the pistol grip, contemplating the actions he could take. The man was on edge, on the verge of breaking. Even if he'd managed to shoot him, a mis-fire from the shotgun could still happen. Talking him seemed like the best distraction for Mira to catch the robber off guard.\n\n\" Alright. Start talking,\" Omar nodded. The robber rolled his shoulders, lowering the shotgun slightly away from the shopkeeper, before speaking.\n\n\" My little bro….\" The robber's voice trailed off. \" He's now sick with the same bug that's been passing around. I can't afford a check up at the ER for her. I need him to be checked up at the doc right now.\"\n\n \"You can't cover it under insurance?\" \n\nThe robber shook his head in frustration and shakily replied back. \n\n\" I can't afford insurance, asshole,\" The robber choked back a swear. A pang of sympathy ran through Omar's heart as he momentarily lowered his pistol before raising it back up. His parents would've never forgiven him if he'd failed to take care of Omid and he sure as hell didn't want to know how he would be able to handle facing the loss of his brother. \n\n\" How old's your brother?, Omar said softly. \n\n\" 7,\" The robber gulped guiltily, eyes shifting towards the left of the store where another door was located. \" I brought him with me. He's holed up in the staff room on his DS. Your partner can go over there to verify and check it out for you.\" \n\n\" You heard all that, Mira?\" Omar asked out loud, pistol still trained on the man's head. \" I'll keep point. You can check it to see if his story matches up.\"", "username": "Bork Lazer", "char_name": "Omar 'Mario' Barajavan" } ]

[ { "text": "Omar didn't quite know how to react to Mira's action. He wasn't sure whether to be angry that he misinterpreted her instructions or grateful for saving him from a potentially foolish mistake. Omar wondered if his time in New Jersey had made him too soft for the shit that happened in the north-east. It took a second for him to process Mira's instruction as he leaned down to pick up the shotgun. He turned it over to the side and recoiled at just how unmaintained it was. It was an antique 870 but you couldn't tell that from how chewn the wooden stock was or from the rust-coated barrel. Omar set the shotgun down and produced a clear plastic evidence bag from his person, zipping it open to wrap it around the long gun. He signed as he settled into the minutae of logging down evidence detail with a pencil. \n\n\" Oh, thank you, officers,\" The pudgy shopkeeper was dusting himself off as he approached the pair. His skin was pallid and moist with sweat and fringes of tufted hair grew around his bald head. \" Is there anything that I might assist you with?\" \n\n\" Can you tell us what happened here, Mister…..?\" \n\n\" Alfonso Francocci,\" The shopkeeper puffed up his chest proudly. \n\n\" Mister Francocci,\" Omar said brusquely, all business. \" We need the details of what happened?\"\n\n\" Of course, officer. I was closing up my store early today.\" Alfonso then looked at the man in Mira's grasp with an irritated look. \" Then, this stronzo burst from the back of my store and pointed that gun at me. He asked me to empty all the cash in my register and when I refused, he gave this to me.\" \n\n\" Was he accompanied by anyone else?\" \n\n\" Yes, a woman and a man.\" Omar felt his fist clench, the robber avoiding his gaze of disappointment as the rookie officer looked at him. \" She said she felt sick and went with her friend to the cold room.,\" The shopkeeper pointed over Omar's shoulder and Omar's eyes followed the direction of his finger to a freezer door located near the dairy section. \n\n\" I haven't seen them since,\" The shopkeeper rubbed his hands together out of worry. \" Do you think they might have - uh- ran away?\" \n\nThen, Omar heard the groan. A bass-like rumble that teetered on being animalistic from behind the freezer door. Omar looked at the shopkeeper to see if he was in the midst of a coffee-induced hallucination and the shopkeeper's frightened face dashed that theory. The rookie officer pinched his nose, looking up as though he was praying to some pagan god for good fortune before reaching down towards his holster. \n\n\" Stay here,\" Omar didn't even bother giving an answer as he took out his Glock again. Just as he was about to make his way to the freezer, he paused and nodded towards Mira. \" You wanna get the perp in our vehicle or you feel comfortable letting me handle this one?\"", "username": "Bork Lazer", "char_name": "Omar 'Mario' Barajavan" }, { "text": "Mira stood the gunman up keeping a tight hold on his wrists as she looked toward the freezer room door. A wax of worry seemed to be encased upon her visage as she considered the options. They needed to remove the other two perpetrators and arrest them immediately, if both of the deputies went outside to deal with the man at hand the other two could break for it and be gone in minutes. They couldn't just leave the handcuffed gunman crammed into a corner to run the minute they turned their backs. But Mira hated the idea of leaving Omar to face two people alone, even if one was allegedly ill. They could both be armed and likely were and Omar would be in a perilous situation. \n\nBut what other option is there? Mira gritted her teeth.\n\nMira looked to the store owner, Francocci, \"Get inside your office and lock the door, one of us come get you when things are all clear.\"\n\nFrancocci nodded nervously and stepped back behind the counter and through the rickety wooden door into his personal office. Mira took a deep breath and then looked to Omar, \"Go cover the door, I'll get this one out to the car, wait up for me.\"\n\nWhat was that growling?\n\nMira backed towards the front door while Omar followed her order. She twisted around and went from pulling to pushing as she walked the cuffed man outside and towards the patrol car. The freezing rain had picked up, coming down harder and colder than earlier, Mira feeling bits of ice in it as well. She imagined as the temperature dipped a bit more it would be hail and soon enough snow. It took her no time to get the door open and push the perp inside with some final protests from him. Making sure he was secure Mira then turned and made a rush back towards the front of the store, hand slipping around her holstered pistol as she reached the front door.", "username": "Shu", "char_name": "Mira Feng" }, { "text": "Now by all himself, Omar shuddered again as another groan surfaced from behind the door. Omar walked, more caution in his steps than ever, as he made his way to the freezer door. The surface was coated in a slick sheen of white frost that wormed in tendrils across the foam. He rapped his fist against the door lightly before speaking out loud. \n\n\" Police, open up.\" \n\nThe moans continued on. Either the perps were deliberately ignoring him or they were somehow getting their rocks off in a cooler room in the middle of a town-wide pandemic. Omar spoke again, this time more forcefully.\n\n\" I said, open up. We've got you surrounded.\" \n\nAgain, the damn moans keep going on as if they didn't even hear him. Omar rapped the door again. No response. Omar's finger absentmindedly thumbed the trigger of the Glock in worry. He could wait for Mira to come back with the perp or go inside to spare her the trouble. Who in their right mind would spend 1 hour being stuck inside an virtual icebox in one of the oldest counties in the north east?\n\nPushing his body against the freezer door, Omar slowly pulled it open, hiding his body behind the frame. Wafts of icy air billowed out of the door and into the restaurant. Omar twisted his frame in and pointed his pistol out, only to be met by darkness. Grunting in annoyance, Omar reached for the flashlight hooked on his belt and flicked it on. The beam of light cut a swathe through the impermeable void. His flashlight glinted off the gleaming icicles that hung from the damp metallic shelving units. All the while, the moans continued to echo inside the refrigeration unit, piercing the hum of the air conditioning units. \n\nSuddenly, he heard a slick sound of something wet falling to the ground. Omar turned his flashlight around and his blood chilled. It was a woman standing over a still corpse of a man on the ground. His eyes were glazed over and his mouth was ajar, a trickle of blood flowing out. \n\n\"Maám, are you -,\" Omar's mouth gummed up the moment her neck craned around towards him. Her skin was a ghoulish white, varicose veins coursing underneath her neck and skin. Everything below her mouth was covered in dripping red blood, flowing down her shirt and pants. Strings of viscera were stuck between her blue lips and a long piece of pink gut hung out of the corner of her jaw. \n\nShe slowly stood up, tilting her neck curiously at him, before trudging forward drunkenly. Omar shifted the barrel of his pistol up at her neck. \n\n\" Put your hands on the ground right now.,\" Omar commanded but the woman paid him no mind. She continued walking forward towards him, arms lengthened out towards his neck. \" I said - \" \n\nOmar's words were cut off as the woman leaned forward in a stumbling push, clawing at his neck. The cold of her skin scalded him numb, causing him to shout in pain. The trigger depressed and a loud bang issued from the barrel. The woman's head flicked back and then, turned to look at him with that same dead-eyed look. The only difference now was that there was a gaping hole in her right cheek where he could see a swollen tongue flapping up and down. \n\n\" Fuck!,-\" Omar cried out. \" Mira?! We got a situation here!\"", "username": "Bork Lazer", "char_name": "Omar 'Mario' Barajavan" } ]

[ { "text": "The rich aroma of the coffee woke Omar up. His movements were still laggard as his hands gingerly accepted what Mira offered him. His chin inclined slightly downwards out of silent appreciation before he pinched and pulled down the hem of his woolen mask with two fingers. Lifting the cup towards his face, Omar immediately slurped down the steaming black liquid. The caffeine scalded his tongue bitterly as he inhaled in to take a whiff of the earthy vapor. He exhaled out as the coffee worked its magic, the world around him becoming less of a blur and sharper, as if it was under a magnifying glass. \n\n\" Small mercies,\" Omar replied back, mouth muffled by the coffee cup. His eyes flickered towards Mira as he took another sip, watching as she drove out of the station onto the slick street. For the last 3 weeks, Omar had heard rumors from the other officers about Feng's reputation since his induction at the Lambour County Sheriff's Office. From what scant details he could put together, the common denominator between all the far-fetched tales he'd been told was that it had something to do with her conduct during her time at Williams County. \n\nPlus, any officer who bought him coffee before patrol duty was alright in his books. \n\nRain cascaded down outside the car, shrouding the empty horizon in a thick soup of grey mist. The sugar maples and sycamores on the boulevard drooped down, their skeletal branches signifying the beginning of winter. At this hour, you would see some cars rolling down the street, maybe, a couple of people pulling out their umbrellas on the sidewalk. All Omar could see was mostly empty streets, windows wrapped with wax paper and closed doors. The scene reminded him more of a gh It made him shiver. On most days, Omar would be relieved but last night's news report still troubled his mind.\n\nIt has first began as a series of coincidences, most chalking it up to the winter flu season. In less than 12 hours, Lambour Lutheran Hospital emergency departments were swamped with crowds of people all experiencing the same symptoms. They'd called it a flu at first but no flu caused this many people to become sick at the same time. When the first deaths were reported and Mayor Kilburn issued a state of emergency, Omar was more annoyed with the deluge of phone calls he'd received from Mom and Dad and Arat and Tomar and everyone else in his family. They'd urged him to move out of the city and Omar simply told them he couldn't. The reason was simple. Law enforcement officers weren't immune to whatever filled the halls of Lambour Lutheran and almost half of their officers were on paid sick leave. It'd left the other half to pick up the extra slack. \n\n\" Other than what's already been told to us by the mayor?,\" Omar questioned, lying back in his seat. Contrary to Mira, he looked nonplussed about the events of the last 24 hours. He scratched his chin, deep in thought, before shrugging his shoulders. \" Every person I've spoken to has a different crackpot theory,\" Omar lifted up his fingers and began counting them out one by one. \" Food poisoning. Some sick guy from overseas. Lab leak. God's judgement. I think it's almost easier to ask them what it isn't than what it could be.\" \n\nOmar then looked at Mira, wondering if his words were reassuring enough, before clasping her shoulder briefly. \" Look, it'll all blow over by the time spring comes around. Just between you and me, personally? I think I'm going to spend my salary on a vacation. Somewhere warm, like Hawaii -SLOW DOWN!\" \n\nOmar jabbed his finger towards the front of the patrol vehicle with urgency. They'd just turned the block and immediately, they met a swarm of dogs and cats that occupied the street. Lambour was no stranger to strays but Omar was confident today that the crowd of animals in front of them encompassed the entire population of missing pets in Lambour. The swarm paid no heed to them, scampering past their vehicles in one unified direction. Omar could feel the patrol vehicle vibrate as the column of animals marched past them. \n\n\" Probably should call in animal control. ,\" Omar breathed in shock. His eyes then squinted and pointed into the misty outlines of Lambour's inner city. \" Say, isn't that where Lambour General and Lutheran are? Do you think that has something to do with them?\"", "username": "Bork Lazer", "char_name": "Omar 'Mario' Barajavan" }, { "text": "\"I- I…\" Mira found herself speechless as she retightened her grip on the steering wheel. She had nearly plowed right over the wave of cats and dogs that had came surging forth. If Omar had not shouted fast enough she was not too sure she would have reacted in time. For a second Mira thought she had pissed on herself until she looked down and realized the sudden stop had sloshed some of her coffee out onto the dash and across her upper thigh and groin. \n\n\"Well shit.\" Mira spat as she reached out and used one bare hand to smear and wipe at the brown liquid on the dash. It would be sticky without doubt but she could wipe it off later, thankfully none of the coffee had splashed out onto the radio. The spill on her pants had already soaked in, it was uncomfortably hot but not scalding thankfully so she could just let it dry and worry about washing her uniform later. She absently wiped her sticky hand off on her pants leg, annoyed and disoriented from the sudden happening. \n\n\"Yeah, we need to call that in…\" Mira said, her tone a little distant as she tried to process what she just saw. What the hell caused that? All those animals to just go flooding in a singular direction undeterred by any kind of danger. Jesus, this city is getting weirder by the hour it seems. \n\nJust as Mira's hand started to glide toward the radio it suddenly crackled to life causing her to flinch slightly.\n\n\"Attention all units we have a one thirty-two in progress at the corner gas station on Willard Street, all available units please respond.\"\n\nArmed robbery, Mira felt the hair on her arms and neck raise, Willard Street. That's just two blocks over!\n\nMira put the car in gear and drove her foot down into the pedal, the patrol car lurching forward as the engine roared to new life. \"Take that for me!\" Mira nodded toward the radio as she made a sudden hard turn. The animals will just have to wait. What a shift this is looking to fucking be!", "username": "Shu", "char_name": "Mira Feng" } ]

[ { "text": "\" I repeat again, come out with your hands behind your head or we'll be forced to use lethal force -,\" The sound of a gunshot erupting made Omar drop the radio. Sucking in a breathe, he grasped his pistol firmly with both hands and ran towards the front of the gas station. He didn't know who fired the first shot but he wasn't keen with leaving Mira alone in there by herself. His boots splashed apart the rivers of rainwater that were beginning to inundate the streets, soaking the scuffs of his woolen jeans. \n\nOnce he was at the door, he could hear muffled sounds of commotion. With one hand still on the grip of pistol, the door opened with a quiet whine. Omar pushed it enough just so the edge of the door touched the lip of the bell. Immediately, Omar could hear someone shouting in a coarse, uneven voice. Male. Probably in his late 20s or early 30s. He took a peek through the crack and briefly saw a broad shouldered figure in a hoodie waving a pump-action shotgun around. \n\n\"Not a chance!,\" The man spoke out. \" You make one more move towards me and I'll paint his fucking brains all over the counter, you hear me?!\"\n\n\" Please, sir….,\" A heavily lisped voice whimpered out loud. \" I'm willing to help you with your situation but you have to believe-\" \n\nThere was a cry of pain and then, the sound of a shell being re-racked into a shotgun. \" You shut up if you know what's good for you, old man.\" \n\nAlright. That was enough. The sound of lightning split the sky above and Omar used the opportunity to push open the door quietly as to not spook the robber. He didn't want to have to fill in on the incident report about how the owner was missing half his head. The robber was still looking in the direction of wherever Mira was and didn't notice Omar's pistol pointed a few meters away from his head. \n\n\" Hands on your head right now!\" The robber turned his head towards Omar in surprise. This close, he could see the straw blonde hair poking out of his hood. A cherokee blue bandana was wrapped around his mouth. Freckles dotted the underside of his shadowed grey eyes. \" Put the shotgun on the counter slowly and step away from the hostage. You're surrounded.\"\n\nThe robber shifted and bounced on his feet. His movements reminded Omar when he watched mice struggle to escape the mouse traps his mom had laid around the house. \" You'll have to do something for me first.\" \n\nShit. Now wasn't a good time for negotiations. He barely passed that course when the NJPD made it mandatory. Omar signed inwardly, still putting on the face of consummate professionalism as his finger rested on the trigger. \n\n\" Put your shotgun down on the table and we can talk.\" \n\n\" You'll just cuff me, man.\" The robber scoffed, still pointing his shotgun down at the man below him. \" You'll listen to what I have to say and then, we'll talk.\"\n\nOmar's fingers danced on the pistol grip, contemplating the actions he could take. The man was on edge, on the verge of breaking. Even if he'd managed to shoot him, a mis-fire from the shotgun could still happen. Talking him seemed like the best distraction for Mira to catch the robber off guard.\n\n\" Alright. Start talking,\" Omar nodded. The robber rolled his shoulders, lowering the shotgun slightly away from the shopkeeper, before speaking.\n\n\" My little bro….\" The robber's voice trailed off. \" He's now sick with the same bug that's been passing around. I can't afford a check up at the ER for her. I need him to be checked up at the doc right now.\"\n\n \"You can't cover it under insurance?\" \n\nThe robber shook his head in frustration and shakily replied back. \n\n\" I can't afford insurance, asshole,\" The robber choked back a swear. A pang of sympathy ran through Omar's heart as he momentarily lowered his pistol before raising it back up. His parents would've never forgiven him if he'd failed to take care of Omid and he sure as hell didn't want to know how he would be able to handle facing the loss of his brother. \n\n\" How old's your brother?, Omar said softly. \n\n\" 7,\" The robber gulped guiltily, eyes shifting towards the left of the store where another door was located. \" I brought him with me. He's holed up in the staff room on his DS. Your partner can go over there to verify and check it out for you.\" \n\n\" You heard all that, Mira?\" Omar asked out loud, pistol still trained on the man's head. \" I'll keep point. You can check it to see if his story matches up.\"", "username": "Bork Lazer", "char_name": "Omar 'Mario' Barajavan" }, { "text": "There was a sudden heavy clopping sound from the nearby aisle, the sound of boots on linoleum. The robber turned back around raising up his shotgun, time seemed to be coming to a grinding halt. Mira burst forth into Omar's view, gun holstered and instead she wielded her baton in her right hand. She took a sharp forward stride bringing the baton up and then beginning a downward arc. There was a loud crack and the masked gunman cried out in pain as his shotgun fell from his grasp and clattered to the floor. Mira had struck him across the left forearm just as he had brought his gun up level with her.\n\nThe man grabbed at his arm in shocked agony which gave Mira the chance to bring him down, jabbing him hard in the stomach and dropping him to his knees. From there she got behind him and drove him down onto the hard floor with her left knee, right next to the hostage he had been threatening. Mira slipped her baton away, keeping the downed gunman pinned as she reached for her handcuffs.\n\nStupid. Mira though to herself admittedly, Very stupid. Had the gunman been just a second or two faster Mira would have taken a chest full of shot and be sprawled out dead on the floor. She shook her head as she tussled for the man's arms, ignoring his groans of pain and explicit protests. \"My arm, you pig bitch, I think you broke my… fucking arm!\" His voice was muffled from his face being pressed into the linoleum but his protests were audible enough. The hostage was scrambling away as he slowly stood, wobbly and big-eyed at what had just occurred.\n\n\"Nice little distraction, Omar.\" Mira said as the handcuffs clicked together. The Corporal hooked her hands under the robbers' shoulders and with a loud grunt began to roughly haul him to his feet. \"You broke my arm, dammit! Take these off me!\" Mira got the man stood up, he was maybe an inch or two taller than her. \"Your arm isn't broken.\" Mira snapped.\n\n\"How do you know?\" \n\n\"We'll check it then when we get you back to the station.\" Mira asserted. \"Omar grab his gun.\"", "username": "Shu", "char_name": "Mira Feng" } ]

[ { "text": "Now by all himself, Omar shuddered again as another groan surfaced from behind the door. Omar walked, more caution in his steps than ever, as he made his way to the freezer door. The surface was coated in a slick sheen of white frost that wormed in tendrils across the foam. He rapped his fist against the door lightly before speaking out loud. \n\n\" Police, open up.\" \n\nThe moans continued on. Either the perps were deliberately ignoring him or they were somehow getting their rocks off in a cooler room in the middle of a town-wide pandemic. Omar spoke again, this time more forcefully.\n\n\" I said, open up. We've got you surrounded.\" \n\nAgain, the damn moans keep going on as if they didn't even hear him. Omar rapped the door again. No response. Omar's finger absentmindedly thumbed the trigger of the Glock in worry. He could wait for Mira to come back with the perp or go inside to spare her the trouble. Who in their right mind would spend 1 hour being stuck inside an virtual icebox in one of the oldest counties in the north east?\n\nPushing his body against the freezer door, Omar slowly pulled it open, hiding his body behind the frame. Wafts of icy air billowed out of the door and into the restaurant. Omar twisted his frame in and pointed his pistol out, only to be met by darkness. Grunting in annoyance, Omar reached for the flashlight hooked on his belt and flicked it on. The beam of light cut a swathe through the impermeable void. His flashlight glinted off the gleaming icicles that hung from the damp metallic shelving units. All the while, the moans continued to echo inside the refrigeration unit, piercing the hum of the air conditioning units. \n\nSuddenly, he heard a slick sound of something wet falling to the ground. Omar turned his flashlight around and his blood chilled. It was a woman standing over a still corpse of a man on the ground. His eyes were glazed over and his mouth was ajar, a trickle of blood flowing out. \n\n\"Maám, are you -,\" Omar's mouth gummed up the moment her neck craned around towards him. Her skin was a ghoulish white, varicose veins coursing underneath her neck and skin. Everything below her mouth was covered in dripping red blood, flowing down her shirt and pants. Strings of viscera were stuck between her blue lips and a long piece of pink gut hung out of the corner of her jaw. \n\nShe slowly stood up, tilting her neck curiously at him, before trudging forward drunkenly. Omar shifted the barrel of his pistol up at her neck. \n\n\" Put your hands on the ground right now.,\" Omar commanded but the woman paid him no mind. She continued walking forward towards him, arms lengthened out towards his neck. \" I said - \" \n\nOmar's words were cut off as the woman leaned forward in a stumbling push, clawing at his neck. The cold of her skin scalded him numb, causing him to shout in pain. The trigger depressed and a loud bang issued from the barrel. The woman's head flicked back and then, turned to look at him with that same dead-eyed look. The only difference now was that there was a gaping hole in her right cheek where he could see a swollen tongue flapping up and down. \n\n\" Fuck!,-\" Omar cried out. \" Mira?! We got a situation here!\"", "username": "Bork Lazer", "char_name": "Omar 'Mario' Barajavan" }, { "text": "\"What the hell, Omar, I s-!\" Mira's voice cutoff as she rounded the aisle, gun in hand. She had the first perp locked in her car and was just coming back through the door when she heard the pow of Omar's Glock. The Corporal looked in shocked awe at the woman before her, her deathly gray-white flesh and bloody appearance like something straight from a horror film. Were the woman staying still Mira would take her for a corpse, but that she was very much not. \n\n\"Back up and raise your hands!\" Mira snapped out of her trance, pistol raised. The grody-looking woman did not comply, instead continuing to grasp and lunge at Omar. Fuck, she's crazy! Mira dashed towards Omar and the woman, dropping her shoulder as she drew close and slamming into the assailant sending her tumbling across the floor and into the wall with a crash. Mira glanced at Omar to make sure he was okay, she didn't see any blood or scratches or bite marks. That was good. The last thing the Corporal wanted was her new partner getting maimed by some drug-head on her watch. Mira then took a bold stride forward and pointed her gun down at the fallen woman, \"Face down, hands behind your head!\"\n\nThe woman only grunted in response, shoes scraping against the floor as she raised up and twisted to face the two deputies. Mira then saw the wound in her face, the gaping hole and all the blood - it made her stomach churn fiercely. What was more rattling was the female perp seemed not in the least phased by it, standing up to full height and continuing with the short throaty groans Mira and Omar had been hearing as she looked at them with glossy but intent eyes.\n\n\"I'll shoot you if don't comply!\" Sweat was beading across Mira's forehead, her fingers felt numb from the tight grip she had on her firearm. The woman lunged and Mira with no other choice squeezed the trigger. The gun was loud in the tight quarters, the bullet striking into the center of the woman's' chest sending her falling back against the wall. A cold, fearful wave surged across Mira as the woman stood back up straight and shuffled forward again.\n\n\"Fuck!\" Mira screamed, her trigger fingering snapping three times firing off three more shots into the suspects' chest, hot bullet casings clinking across the floor at her feet. The woman still did not fall, merely staggering back before lurching forward with savage eyes and a raging growl. Mira stepped back, heart pounding at what she was witnessing. This is fucking impossible! Mira's feet got tangled up and the Corporal overbalanced and fell back in a sprawl across the floor, eyes wide with fear as the woman reached down for her - blood pouring from the four bullet holes in her torso. \n\n\"Omar!\" Mira yelled.", "username": "Shu", "char_name": "Mira Feng" } ]

[ { "text": "Parthenia Harland Ciranof House Ciran\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nIrinduil. It had not always been a forgone conclusion, Parthenia knew. Her inheritance had not always been as secure as it had been in the last couple of years. There was a certain irony when she could relax more among her noble peers than her own family—although she had made the best of an interesting situation to make the most entertainment out of it. In comparison, the monastery would almost be a treat.\n\nParthenia had been somewhat put off by the caravan arrangement, considering how close her family's territory was to Irinduil itself. The place was literally a hop, skip, and a jump away by family pegasi, tradition be damned. Unsurprisingly, she ended up traveling with her peer and friend Dory, but in the time that they had been kept waiting for a supposed third, she could flown to their destination and back. In the end, they had never appeared, but she had managed to fill the time catching up with Theodoric until they arrived at the mountain for the Archbishop Augustine's welcoming ceremony. \n\nGlad to stretch her legs after the unfortunate carriage ride, she made sure to greet every familiar face until she ran into a hitch. It was rare that Parthenia couldn't pair a face with a name, yet a girl with long blue hair had caught her attention, and in a way that frustrated her. She had seen this girl, perhaps met her at some point, yet she couldn't recall who she was. \n\nShe let her mind ponder that before she temporarily gave up once Augustine began to speak, resolving to investigate the temporarily unknown student and introduce herself later.\n\nThe head of the monastery's speech had been roughly what she had expected. When addressing a crowd whose body largely consisted of nobility, there were only a few, rather formulaic ways one could conduct the proceedings. Parthenia had found herself ending up standing next to another familiar face, Sherry. The variety of emotions that displayed on her face provoked the urge to tease the princess, but as tempted as she was, Parthenia decided to save it for later and offered the redhead her congratulations. \n\nUnlike Sherry, she enjoyed what the garden had to offer. It would be pleasant for tea, among many things. \"Now, now, Sherry. The garden is only unserviceable if you're particularly uncreative,\" she chided. \"There are so many things you can do with flowers. Have you seen how wonderfully some people sneeze?\" \n\nIt wasn't the princess of Galbia's comments on flowers that seemed to grab the attention of the students around her, though, but the way Sherry had looked at the Archbishop. \"He is good looking,\" Parthenia admitted, partially in her defense, but spring boarded right off it to tease her further. \"But if you're going to undress him with your eyes, avoid making it obvious.\"\n\nShe gave Roland a pat on the shoulder. \"Looks like you have some more work to do.\"\n\nSeeing as she wasn't familiar with the giant of a boy that had first teased Sherry together with the small blue-haired girl that she had puzzled over, Parthenia made an introduction after Theodoric. \"Parthenia, of House Ciran. A pleasure… and despite what he says, I call him Dory.\"", "username": "Click This", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Alphonse Croix\n\n\n\n---\n\n\nWith the Monastery's gates finally in sight, Alphonse snapped the book shut and tucked it under his coat as he stifled a yawn. Forced to crane his neck to look at the tallest points of the walled Academy, he couldn't hold back a wistful whistle. Truly the sight would have been best appreciated from among the company of clouds. The fanciful thought distracted him for a moment before he collected himself and focused on the man awaiting their arrival.\n\nEven the most prestigious Academy seemed to follow fairly standard procedure when it came to receiving students. Standing among his peers, there were a few that Alphonse could place, but none he knew personally. Could he really even count Elias if it had been years since he'd last seen the heir? Even if not, he supposed greetings were due in short order; irregardless of which houses they wound up in. \n\nBy the time the new arrivals had been split among the houses though, Alphonse wasn't sure if Yhirel wasn't tugging on the strings of fate himself. Heirs from practically every major House on the continent all in attendance at the same time? The dynamics alone would have made his head spin a bit, but thankfully all of that was a fair bit above his pay grade! Nonetheless it was certainly a boon to networking when he was looking at.. what, five heirs among his peers? \n\nTaking a deep breath of fresh air as he followed the rest of the Foxes into the garden, Alphonse undid the top button of his coat and tugged on the collar a bit. Allowing enough of an opening for Ruga to finally scamper out, and the diminutive wyvern did just that as it was enticed by the sweet scent. Perched upon his shoulder with its tail around his neck for balance, the wyvern took in its new surroundings with a twitchy energy. \n\nGlancing aside as the tour slowed a bit with the banter between some of the other students, Alphonse took the chance to approach one of the flower beds. Taking a knee and holding his hand out over the flowers, he gave his pet something of a perch to hang off of as its thin tongue flicked out to draw the nectar. \"Fan of flowers?\" He asked the other student that had paused to study them before he extended his free hand for a shake. While their names might have been announced while sorting them into the two houses, it was a rather impersonal way to learn each of their names. \"Alphonse, but Al is fine too.\"", "username": "Zombehs", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "It was an early spring morning, yet the day carried none of the wondrous joys of springtime.\n\nA misty, dark sky had blanketed Huddeen, casting out the now rising sun. One might've considered it eerie. Desolate, even. To the superstitious, however, the fog was a warning sign.\n\nLast night, a deafening crash was heard deep within the town's center, interrupting the mindless groans and grunts that now acted as a chorus to the quiet and empty Huddeen. What, or who, for that matter, it was, was still a mystery to those of Mulberry Street, for going outside at night was too dangerous and risky an option. Regardless, one thing was certain: the noise had certainly riled up the undead from their slumber.\n\nThankfully for the denizens of Mulberry Street, their street seemed to be clear and safe for the time being. There were a few stragglers that could be seen some ways further down each end of the road, but otherwise Mulberry Street had succeeded in surviving another night safe and zombie-free.\n\nBut for how much longer could this apocalyptic serenity last? And what was that noise earlier? Only time, and a potential life-risking expedition, could tell.", "username": "Kuro", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Location: Master Bedroom, Holloway Residence\n\nTimeframe Early Morning\n\n---\n\nInteraction(s): None\n\nPreviously: N/A\n\nBlake Holloway laid on his bed, counting each individual groove on the bedroom ceiling in silence.\n\nSince his wife had passed just prior to the apocalypse to cancer, moments like these had become part of his morning ritual. It was as if he had been frozen in a catatonic state, unable to move from where he laid. On most days, at least prior to the apocalypse, the alarm clock would endlessly buzz until the older two of his daughter came by to wake up their father and get him out of bed. What was once a proud, confident man was now broken and in shambles, marching only forward each day for his daughters—and even that was often a challenge for him.\n\nA knock on the bedroom door. Blake tilted his head towards the noise, before eventually sitting upwards in the bed as his eldest entered the room to wake her father.\n\n\"It's time to get up.\" \n\nBlake didn't offer a response, instead climbing out of bed without a word. He shuffled towards the bathroom, while his daughter went back downstairs, presumably to watch over her younger sister.\n\nShutting the door behind him, Blake readied himself a shower. He deliberately set the temperature on cold, letting the freezing water rush over his hair. It made him feel alive. That he wasn't just a hollow, discarded husk of a man. But most of all, it awoke something deep within him—an emotion he hadn't regularly felt in years.\n\nFor the first time since the birth of his youngest, he cried.\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\nLocation: Kitchen, Holloway Residence\n\nTimeframe Early Morning\n\n---\n\nInteraction(s): None\n\nPreviously: N/A\n\n\"It's time to get up.\"\n\nHolly sighed as her father stumbled out of bed. She wasn't a stranger to his pain; just as he lost a wife, she and her sister both lost their mother. Deep down, though, Holly knew that their family couldn't keep going on like this, least they lose their father, too. She couldn't keep being the responsible parent of the house, especially now in a time like this. It hadn't been her father comforting her younger sister when the town seemed to explode last night, nor was it him ensuring that the three of them still had food to eat. No, it had all been Holly—a simple high school girl woefully unprepared to fill shoes too big for her.\n\nThe stress was getting to Holly, and it was certainly only going to get worse. There wasn't much more she could take.\n\nHeading down the stairs to the kitchen, Holly took a seat at the dining table next to her sister, Morgan. She smiled, trying to think of something to talk about that didn't relate to their current situation. As much as Morgan needed to know for her own safety, Holly dreaded telling her that the world was no more. That there were man-hungry zombies roaming everywhere in their hometown and beyond, eager to eat them alive.\n\nThey were things you just couldn't tell a five year old kid, Holly felt. It was better to shelter Morgan as best as she could from the outside world, not scare her to death with reality. She hardly understood why their mother was gone, what hope did Holly have to tell her the truth here?\n\n\"Mr. Fluffykins says thank you,\" Morgan broke the silence, pretending that her stuffed cat was eating a plate of instant mix pancakes. \"Ohm-nom-nom-nom!\" She continued, making fake \"cat-eating-a-pancake\" noises.\n\n\"Well, Mr. Fluffykins better eat it all. I worked very hard to make those pancakes, you know.\"\n\n\"But—\"\n\n\"No butsies.\" Holly got up from the table, and opened the kitchen fridge. She pulled out a cannister of whipped cream, and gave it a slight shake. \"Or else he won't get the last bit of whipped cream with them.\"\n\n\"F-Fine...\"\n\n\"I thought that would get him to eat.\" Holly replied, smiling once more.", "username": "Kuro", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Location: Graves Residence; Front Yard\n\nTimeframe Early Morning\n\n---\n\nInteraction(s): None\n\nPreviously: N/A\n\nThis wasn't exactly what Hailee Graves expected.\n\nIn normal circumstances, she'd be in class, finishing up her senior year until June finally eclipsed Huddeen. Instead of being bored in her first class of the morning, however, she was stuck at home thinking. Her mother had gone out with her brother, to run some supplies to some families further away from the town center then they were. Because that's what they were now. Survivors. \n\n\"Don't go into town alone.\" She muttered, throwing a baseball in the air as she sat on a bench outside, \"Don't get grabbed. No shit, Mom.\"\n\nShe rolled her eyes as her hand swiped the ball out of the air.\n\nShe could be left alone at home, but she couldn't go anywhere–especially not into town–by herself. A restriction her good old, totally always present, always reliable mother couldn't really enforce but one Lee didn't exactly have the moxie to challenge either. The warnings sounded eerily like the ones when she and a bunch of other kids went to the city for a concert. A small indie rock show. Though, this time the creepers were creepers. In stories like this, not that she read those kinds of stories, the mechanics and mythology of the monsters didn't always make sense and sometimes they weren't explained in the first place. At the end of the day, if she had to deal with a creep, she had a good softball bat at her feet if need be.\n\nCreeps. Yeah, that was a name that could work. Felt less absurd than \"zombie\" or whatever. That's what she'd call them.\n\n\"See one. Aim for the head.\" She thought out loud as she threw the baseball up in the air again. \"If they even come around.\"\n\nAt least she wouldn't have to deal with her mom teaching 12th Grade English & Literature again. Having your mom as one of your teachers sucked. Though, having her as a survivor might've been worse. Whatever. Not like she could do anything about it.", "username": "TGM", "char_name": null }, { "text": "K Y L E R U T L E D G E\nLocation: Kitchen, Rutledge Residence\n\nTimeframe Early morning\n\n---\n\nInteraction(s): None\n\nPreviously: N/A\n\n\nKyle always wakes up early and before Tegan. This is normal to him, and she tends to sleep for a bit longer, until seven more or less. Along with his regular routine, getting, taking a quick shower, get dressed, turn on the t.v but keep it low, and make breakfast only while he did do this. Nothing seemed normal to him despite this, and it did not help that he forgot about t.v and instead of the news. It is just noise and static, and he quickly turned it off. \n\nA deep sigh was his response as another reminder of the state the world is in despite the state of the neighborhood. Their piece of peace and normalcy. Which made him wonder if there are places like this out there in the world. He knows he will never know but, the thought of there being safe havens out there helps with things. \n\nSo after a tired moment of looking at the t.v, Kyle forced himself to finish his routine and make some breakfast. This is all he can do, really, try to keep that sense of normalcy going for as long as he can and not give in to despair. For a moment, as he reached the fridge and grabbed the handle, he stopped and stared. This is like something out of a comic he used to read, the dead rising up and the survivors trying to find a safe place for themselves. This part of Huddeen is safe but for how much... He stopped himself from finishing the thought, no just focus on making breakfast. He said to himself mentally, trying to keep himself focused and not think about what he dreads will happen. Just focus on the now, and that bridge will be dealt with when it happens. But, for now, breakfast. \n\nSo Kyle went about making breakfast, starting with waffles and letting the smell of his cooking fill the house. He may not feel like things are normal, but trying to while he still does help some and is better than nothing. \n\n\n---\n\n\nT E G A N R U T L E D G E\nLocation: \nBedroom - Porch, Rutledge Residence\n\nTimeframe Early morning\n\n---\n\nInteraction(s): None\n\nPreviously: N/A\n\n\nTegan, by now, was just getting up, letting out a morning yawn, and lazily looking over at the nearby window. She can see the light coming through and despite still feeling tired. Tegan did a quick stretch before getting out of bed and getting herself ready for the day. \n\nWalking to the living room and she could smell breakfast being made. Good thing I married someone who knows how to cook, she thought as she made her way to the kitchen since god knows how bad she is at making something edible for herself. Entering the kitchen with a warm smile and seeing that Kyle was busy at work. \"Hello daring,\" she said with warmth in her voice. \n\nKyle answering without looking at her and with a semi-depressed tone. \"Good morning.\" \n\nTegan stood for a moment with a concerned look on her face. \"You doing okay, Kyle?\" She knows how Kyle has been doing since the outbreak began, and today he seems more out of it than usual. \n\nKyle stopped what he was doing and turned around. While Leaning on the countertop with a blank face, \"I am fine, Tegan. Just moving along like we are doing right now.\" \n\n\"Do you want to talk about it? You know I am here for you.\"Sounding sincere,\" Tegan walked closer to Kyle. \n\nKyle was about to put his hand out to stop her but had a second thought and relented. Letting her get close to him. \n\n\"This about that sound we heard last night?\" \n\n\"No, no not that though we should talk about that at one point today. But how are you? You look a bit tired.\" Kyle trying to dodge the question.\n\n\"The sound last night did make things hard to go back to sleep, but I am fine now. Well, as you are okay, Kyle.\" Tegan went to hold his hands gently, \"We are in this together, you know that, right?\" \n\nKyle looking a bit relieved, \"I know that, Tegan and I are not sure what I would do without you. I mean that, and I... I... \nI love you and thank you for everything, and I should go back to making breakfast before I burn something.\"\n\nTegan smiled and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.\"I love you too, and I am here when you need me.\" Then the two hugged for a moment, and Tegan started looking along the countertop at the coffee machine.\"I take it the coffee is ready?\"\n\n\"Yeah, and it is just how you like it.\" Saying it with a bit more happiness in his voice. \n\n\"In that case, I will be on the porch if you need me.\" Tegan began pouring herself a fresh cup of coffee.\n\n\"Okay, and I will tell you when breakfast is ready\" Kyle then went back to making breakfast while Tegan went outside and sat on the outdoor loveseat on the porch.\n\nAs Tegan drank her coffee, she watched the street and could see that some of her neighbors were out and about. She did not know any of them, really. She and Kyle have only been in the town a month and have not got a chance to get to know the people here. At least the ones still alive. Still, they have even more reason to talk and get to know them. They are all in this together now, even if they do not realize it yet.", "username": "Theyra", "char_name": "Rutledge Family" } ]

[ { "text": "Asim /Ogre/ Badir\n\n// New faces New places //\n\n\nAsim nodded to the team leader as she regarded him while he was eating his snack. The red head was attractive, fit, fierce, and smart with a deep career history to back up all her combat experience. A good choice for a good leader that new how to support her soldiers and execute missions to a T while being able to improvise and adapt to any given situation. If they weren't coworkers he would be tempted to see if she was up for some fun but not now not in this situation. She had his respect though and not just the basic respect he gave everyone he met.\n\nWashing down the dry cookie with a swig from his jug he smiled, \"likewise ma'am, no need to worry about me eating you out of house and home I brought my food grower to make sure I was able to feed myself with my own lab grown food. If you like and have something you want me to specifically grow just let me know. The bank currently has everything from Red deer to mammoth if you really want to try it, any age or natural condition.\" He was quite proud of that vat. A simple concept of lab grown meat to be more sustainable than normal ways, didn't really taste all that different either. Just one of those side projects meant for the moon and mars colony missions that were still in the planning phase.\n\n\"I am looking forward to getting some samples under the microscope, this island is nice and I'd like to keep it that way. Its ok though no matter what my counterpart does I can fix, just imagine the trouble we could get into if we came up with something involving both our fields.\" \n\n/// Back to work ///\n\n\n\"Copy. I'll get those rods secured, Rose will alert you if there is a contamination issue.\" Ogre moved to secure himself in the back of the vehicle. As chaos began to move out. Rose continued to generate and chose specific locations to secure the nuclear rods and the best approach to them. The others seemed fit to chat and he almost ignored them. His suit was changing up its current loaded munitions to smoke in the mortar launcher and an anti-tank missile in the rocket pod. It wouldn't kill the mech if it got hit by it but if glitch wasn't able to do his job it would piss it off enough to give him an out if he needed it.\n\n@LadyAmber\n\"As long as it doesn't get in the way of communication traffic I don't mind. Would be nice to have that sort of thing in vacuum mighty quiet when that happens.\" It was true after all it was unsettling to only be able to hear your breathing and heart rate in the dead silence that was vacuum, music would be nice. \"Chaos get me close to those rods then dip out, don't need you too close if the outer casing of those things get hit. It will be slow but I'll get those rods secured and out of the line of fire and call you back around to pick them up.\" Holding his gun at the ready in one hand he prepared to quickly depart the vehicle once he was close enough.", "username": "ReusableSword", "char_name": "Asim Badir" }, { "text": "Back in the Sandbox, Things are Speeding Up!\n\nSamantha had pealed out in a peal of dust and desert gravel. She listened to the two men as she concentrated on her HUD. She had her onboard AI tagging enemy placements that she had tagged earlier based on their communications. She was happy to use the enemy's technology against them as she piggy backed off their feed that streamed their locations back to their headquarters via wireless GPS. She watched for incoming trouble as she decided who to drop off first. It made sense to cover Glitch since the mech was on the side of the ship that Ogre needed to get inside. \n\nSamantha kept close to Queen's DPV until they were closer to the ship. She began running evasive maneuvers as she wove her way closer to the mech. She tried to keep the ride as steady as possible so that her partners could pick off some of those troopers around the mech and entrance to the ship. Sam drove the DPV inside a lower depression in the desert floor. It was probably a dry riverbed or flash flood basin. She used what little cover she could find as they made their way steadily towards the enemy. \n\nThe depression they were in angled away from the ship as Sam turned the DPV towards the ship. The DPV roared out of the shallow ditch catching some air. \"Chaos almost in position. About to drop my first dance partner.\" Sam kept her eyes on what she was doing. The automatic guns on the side of the ship began to fire at them. Chaos made the DPV dance erratically as she attempted to evade the computer targeting system. She grinned as the guns all at once jerked in the opposite direction from them and began to rake along the edge of the enemy troops. Sam grinned and whooped. \"I love it when my evil plans work!\" She heard the small explosion that took out the communications array as the DPV arrived within a few hundred yards of the mech and troops.", "username": "LadyAmber", "char_name": "Samantha Dalton" } ]

[ { "text": "The Train:\n\nThe Hogwarts express was slowly getting over-crowded. Witches and Wizards from all sort of different families and houses scrambling to find a train booth for the long journey.\n\nSqueezing past a few people. Arianna's long hair fell over her face, shielding herself from most. It was her 6th year at Hogwarts. And you'd think that she would have been excited. But for her, it was anything but. The horror of last year was still very much ingrained in her mind. Having lost her father, the wound was very much fresh. But she wasn't the only one grieving. Knowing, Harry too was torn over the loss of Sirius Black.\n'I killed Sirius Black...I killed Sirius Black...I killed Sirius Black' Even now, Arianna still could hear Bellatrix's shrill laughter echoing in her mind. It was enough to keep her awake at night. Barely any having gotten any decent sleep, since then. Almost walking into the glass door of a booth, as she hadn't been paying attention where she was going. Going to make a B-line for another booth, but a voice stopped her from doing so.\n\n\"Ari...Arianna.\" The familiar sound of Hermione's voice brought her back to reality.\n\n \"Huh?\" Arianna's slightly monotone voice filled the air. Realising that she was standing outside of their usual booth. \"Oh right, booth.\" Muttering to herself, she took her usual spot by the window on the right side. Upon sitting down, she noticed Hermione's concerned face. Arianna could never hide anything from her friends. Most knew how to read her well. But it didn't stop her from putting on a brave face. \"I'll be fine. Promise.\" Trying to give her the best reassuring look that she could. Glancing out of the window, as they waited for the rest of their little crew to join them in their booth.\nThe booth usually consisting of herself, Hermione, Harry, Ronald, Axel, Mimoza and Rowan. It had been like that for years. Whilst the group might have been a group of unique individuals; equally talented Witches and Wizards. They meshed together perfectly. Making each other stronger, when someone was at their weakest.\n\n\nMeanwhile...\n\n\nAt the entrance of the train;\n\n\n \"Excuse me...coming through..\" A male voice breaking through various chit-chats on the train. Trying to squeeze himself through. Axel's blonde hair a ruffled mess. Most of the time, he opted for a neat hairstyle. But today's chaos at the train station and boarding the Hogwarts Express, left him looking otherwise. The chaos had never changed, for as long as he had been going to Hogwarts. Most of the chaos and excitement, always coming from first years, than most returning students. Axel was never one for waiting patiently at the front of the train. He'd much rather be sitting comfortably in his usual booth, with his friends. Than be waiting for ages to find a seat..or standing the entire journey.\n\nIt took a few moments, before the line was slowly moving a bit quicker. \"Finally.\" Muttering to himself in relief. Now it felt like he could actually breathe, let alone move.\n\nEventually, he finally managed to get to his usual booth. Seeing it was slowly filling up with familiar faces. \"Hey everyone.\" His greeting as always, seemed to be jovial. It was hard to catch him in a bad mood. Unless people he loved got hurt; Axel was never one to be angry or down in the dumps. Sitting down, he leaned against his seat with a sigh of relief. Finally, he could relax and catch up on what everyone's been up to over the holidays.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Arianna Willow Black" }, { "text": "Rowan allowed himself to be lead by Mimoza through the sea of students, new and older, his movements zombie like. The full moon had drained him a few days ago leaving him as an insomniac which was torture upon making sure he had everything. If it wasn't for his sister and parents he most likely would have left his wand at home. All he wanted was rest; even though he slept through the ride to the station. \n\nHe mumbled an apology as he bumped into a first year, his mind in a fog before Mim gently helped him into his usual window seat across from Arianna. \"There you go, Row. You can rest now.\" Mimoza soothed, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Out of the entire group the only ones who knew of Rowan's monthly curse aside from himself was his little sister and Hermione who figured it out in their third year because of Professor Lupin having the same condition. Thankfully both kept his secret. \n\nMim turned her attention to the others once Rowan started to relax, looking tired herself. The events of last year clung to everyone, especially Arianna and Harry after the loss of Sirius. Despite the lies surrounding him, Mimoza was glad to have known the truth and the wizard himself. She couldn't imagine the pain her friends were feeling. \n\n\"So...um...how was everyone's holiday?\" She asked, breaking the awkward air that hung around them.", "username": "Beetlejuice96", "char_name": null }, { "text": "As the last of their group arrived; Arianna noticed Rowan's exhausted reflection in the train's window. Her brow creasing with worry instantly. It was the first time, in a long time that she had seen him looking so tired. But then again, she didn't look much better than him. Looking sleep deprived. As nightmares of last year at the ministry of magic, had kept her from getting any decent sleep the past few months.\n \"Are you okay? you look like you haven't slept.\" Doing her best to keep her voice even. Trying to keep composure, for the sake of everyone. Arianna was never one to let her friends see her weak and in tears.\n\n\"Ari's right. You really don't look to good bud.\" Harry said, with concern. But his gaze shifting over to Arianna. Having known her for a long time, he knew when she was doing her best to stay strong. It was okay to feel weak and show emotion. Hermione had taught him that. But Arianna was never one to let them win.\n\nAxel smiled softly as Mimoza was sitting across from him. \"All things considering. It's been...alright, I suppose. Visited distant family in Scotland with the parents over the holidays. And my little sister got her acceptance letter over the summer.\" Sharing the brief little news with the group. Not wanting to seem like he had a blast over the summer, considering that everyone was grieving in their own way. \n\nAfter the battle at the Ministry of Magic, The Dark Lord had been growing in more power. Recruiting death eaters to serve him and follow his cause of destruction. It was few of the things, that had prompted Lord Dumbledore to keep a more watchful eye on Harry and Arianna. Harry especially. Not wanting to leave him vulnerable. It'd make it easier for Voldemort to target him. \"Professor Dumbledore needed help recruiting a new potion's professor this summer.\" Harry said with a light shrug. It was probably the most exciting thing that had happened all Summer. Other than that, it had been pretty much the same. Suffering at the Dursley household.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Arianna Willow Black" }, { "text": "\"Long week.\" Rowan mumbled in response to his friends. Lying always pained him since they first became friends; even after the events of Professor Lupin's secret revealed to the whole school. He silently blamed himself for not being able to help that night, having drank the wolvesbane potion to control the inner wolf. He blinked a few times to dismiss the memory as he heard Axel then Harry talk about their summer. \n\n\"New potions master?\" He echoed, sharing a look with Mim who shrugged in response, just as confused by the news. \n\n\"What's going to happen with Snape? I mean, he's the potions master but Dumbledore wouldn't replace him like that...would he?\" Mim questioned. Everyone knew of Snape's dislike towards Harry since their first lesson even though the professor had helped save Harry's life, even the lessons to protect his mind from Voldemort. \n\n\"Not to mention the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Let's hope this time their not a pathological liar, one of His followers, or anything like Umbridge.\" Rowan added, snarling a little at the last person. Ever since her first \"ah ha hem\" Rowan kept his distance the best he could from the twisted witch. Mim had to talk him out of confronting Umbridge when he learned about the punishment Harry endured; reasoning if she knew the truth he'd be hated, ridiculed, or possibly expelled. He shook his head, thankful the woman was finally gone from Hogwarts.", "username": "Beetlejuice96", "char_name": "Rowan Cuán Seamus Ó Faoláin" } ]

[ { "text": "The Train:\n\nThe Hogwarts express was slowly getting over-crowded. Witches and Wizards from all sort of different families and houses scrambling to find a train booth for the long journey.\n\nSqueezing past a few people. Arianna's long hair fell over her face, shielding herself from most. It was her 6th year at Hogwarts. And you'd think that she would have been excited. But for her, it was anything but. The horror of last year was still very much ingrained in her mind. Having lost her father, the wound was very much fresh. But she wasn't the only one grieving. Knowing, Harry too was torn over the loss of Sirius Black.\n'I killed Sirius Black...I killed Sirius Black...I killed Sirius Black' Even now, Arianna still could hear Bellatrix's shrill laughter echoing in her mind. It was enough to keep her awake at night. Barely any having gotten any decent sleep, since then. Almost walking into the glass door of a booth, as she hadn't been paying attention where she was going. Going to make a B-line for another booth, but a voice stopped her from doing so.\n\n\"Ari...Arianna.\" The familiar sound of Hermione's voice brought her back to reality.\n\n \"Huh?\" Arianna's slightly monotone voice filled the air. Realising that she was standing outside of their usual booth. \"Oh right, booth.\" Muttering to herself, she took her usual spot by the window on the right side. Upon sitting down, she noticed Hermione's concerned face. Arianna could never hide anything from her friends. Most knew how to read her well. But it didn't stop her from putting on a brave face. \"I'll be fine. Promise.\" Trying to give her the best reassuring look that she could. Glancing out of the window, as they waited for the rest of their little crew to join them in their booth.\nThe booth usually consisting of herself, Hermione, Harry, Ronald, Axel, Mimoza and Rowan. It had been like that for years. Whilst the group might have been a group of unique individuals; equally talented Witches and Wizards. They meshed together perfectly. Making each other stronger, when someone was at their weakest.\n\n\nMeanwhile...\n\n\nAt the entrance of the train;\n\n\n \"Excuse me...coming through..\" A male voice breaking through various chit-chats on the train. Trying to squeeze himself through. Axel's blonde hair a ruffled mess. Most of the time, he opted for a neat hairstyle. But today's chaos at the train station and boarding the Hogwarts Express, left him looking otherwise. The chaos had never changed, for as long as he had been going to Hogwarts. Most of the chaos and excitement, always coming from first years, than most returning students. Axel was never one for waiting patiently at the front of the train. He'd much rather be sitting comfortably in his usual booth, with his friends. Than be waiting for ages to find a seat..or standing the entire journey.\n\nIt took a few moments, before the line was slowly moving a bit quicker. \"Finally.\" Muttering to himself in relief. Now it felt like he could actually breathe, let alone move.\n\nEventually, he finally managed to get to his usual booth. Seeing it was slowly filling up with familiar faces. \"Hey everyone.\" His greeting as always, seemed to be jovial. It was hard to catch him in a bad mood. Unless people he loved got hurt; Axel was never one to be angry or down in the dumps. Sitting down, he leaned against his seat with a sigh of relief. Finally, he could relax and catch up on what everyone's been up to over the holidays.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Arianna Willow Black" }, { "text": "Rowan allowed himself to be lead by Mimoza through the sea of students, new and older, his movements zombie like. The full moon had drained him a few days ago leaving him as an insomniac which was torture upon making sure he had everything. If it wasn't for his sister and parents he most likely would have left his wand at home. All he wanted was rest; even though he slept through the ride to the station. \n\nHe mumbled an apology as he bumped into a first year, his mind in a fog before Mim gently helped him into his usual window seat across from Arianna. \"There you go, Row. You can rest now.\" Mimoza soothed, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Out of the entire group the only ones who knew of Rowan's monthly curse aside from himself was his little sister and Hermione who figured it out in their third year because of Professor Lupin having the same condition. Thankfully both kept his secret. \n\nMim turned her attention to the others once Rowan started to relax, looking tired herself. The events of last year clung to everyone, especially Arianna and Harry after the loss of Sirius. Despite the lies surrounding him, Mimoza was glad to have known the truth and the wizard himself. She couldn't imagine the pain her friends were feeling. \n\n\"So...um...how was everyone's holiday?\" She asked, breaking the awkward air that hung around them.", "username": "Beetlejuice96", "char_name": null }, { "text": "As the last of their group arrived; Arianna noticed Rowan's exhausted reflection in the train's window. Her brow creasing with worry instantly. It was the first time, in a long time that she had seen him looking so tired. But then again, she didn't look much better than him. Looking sleep deprived. As nightmares of last year at the ministry of magic, had kept her from getting any decent sleep the past few months.\n \"Are you okay? you look like you haven't slept.\" Doing her best to keep her voice even. Trying to keep composure, for the sake of everyone. Arianna was never one to let her friends see her weak and in tears.\n\n\"Ari's right. You really don't look to good bud.\" Harry said, with concern. But his gaze shifting over to Arianna. Having known her for a long time, he knew when she was doing her best to stay strong. It was okay to feel weak and show emotion. Hermione had taught him that. But Arianna was never one to let them win.\n\nAxel smiled softly as Mimoza was sitting across from him. \"All things considering. It's been...alright, I suppose. Visited distant family in Scotland with the parents over the holidays. And my little sister got her acceptance letter over the summer.\" Sharing the brief little news with the group. Not wanting to seem like he had a blast over the summer, considering that everyone was grieving in their own way. \n\nAfter the battle at the Ministry of Magic, The Dark Lord had been growing in more power. Recruiting death eaters to serve him and follow his cause of destruction. It was few of the things, that had prompted Lord Dumbledore to keep a more watchful eye on Harry and Arianna. Harry especially. Not wanting to leave him vulnerable. It'd make it easier for Voldemort to target him. \"Professor Dumbledore needed help recruiting a new potion's professor this summer.\" Harry said with a light shrug. It was probably the most exciting thing that had happened all Summer. Other than that, it had been pretty much the same. Suffering at the Dursley household.", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Arianna Willow Black" }, { "text": "\"Long week.\" Rowan mumbled in response to his friends. Lying always pained him since they first became friends; even after the events of Professor Lupin's secret revealed to the whole school. He silently blamed himself for not being able to help that night, having drank the wolvesbane potion to control the inner wolf. He blinked a few times to dismiss the memory as he heard Axel then Harry talk about their summer. \n\n\"New potions master?\" He echoed, sharing a look with Mim who shrugged in response, just as confused by the news. \n\n\"What's going to happen with Snape? I mean, he's the potions master but Dumbledore wouldn't replace him like that...would he?\" Mim questioned. Everyone knew of Snape's dislike towards Harry since their first lesson even though the professor had helped save Harry's life, even the lessons to protect his mind from Voldemort. \n\n\"Not to mention the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Let's hope this time their not a pathological liar, one of His followers, or anything like Umbridge.\" Rowan added, snarling a little at the last person. Ever since her first \"ah ha hem\" Rowan kept his distance the best he could from the twisted witch. Mim had to talk him out of confronting Umbridge when he learned about the punishment Harry endured; reasoning if she knew the truth he'd be hated, ridiculed, or possibly expelled. He shook his head, thankful the woman was finally gone from Hogwarts.", "username": "Beetlejuice96", "char_name": "Rowan Cuán Seamus Ó Faoláin" }, { "text": "If anyone would have understood Rowan's predicament, it would have been Arianna. For she too was different. Inheriting her father's gift of being an Animagus. Knowing how to be different from a fairly young age. But unlike her father, she didn't shift into a dog. Her animagus form was more rarer than that; A Phoenix bird. Some claimed it was due to her talents as a Witch, others simply thought that form suited her personality. Whichever one it was, there was some truth to both. But Hermione knew it wasn't her secret to tell; even if she would have thought that Rowan would have come clean to Arianna at least.\n\n \"Let's hope that the first week back isn't chaos.\" Arianna told Rowan. It'd give him a chance to rest, after his chaotic week apparently. Raising a brow, as she looked towards Harry. \"Why would Dumbledore, hire a new Potions professor?\" As they were all lost in their conversation, she didn't even notice that the train was starting to move away from the station.\n\nLooking around, to make sure no one was eavesdropping. Harry leaned over Axel slightly to shut the door to their cabin. Not wanting someone listening in on their private conversation. \"I don't know Aria. I am sure Dumbledore has his reasons.\" Harry learned now to question Dumbledore over the years. If it wasn't important, it wouldn't have been done. \"But apparently, he used to teach at Hogwarts before.\"\n\n \"I don't think Snape would be going anywhere.\" Axel said deep in thought. Even if Snape didn't like many students and was strict, he was valuable to have around. The group started to speculate what would happen with him, now that Professor Slughorn was returning to Hogwarts. Chuckling a little at Rowan's hatred of Umbridge. But she had gotten what she deserved. \"I am surprised, that Fred and George didn't try and poison her with one of their sweet creations.\" The thought had probably been way too tempting. \"But who knows, maybe Snape will finally get the Defence Against the Dark Arts position.\" Shrugging his shoulders at the thought. Everyone knew that it's what Snape had been after for years; but other Professors always got that job over him. Could this be his year?", "username": "WolfLover", "char_name": "Arianna Willow Black" } ]

[ { "text": "You sit on your bed, tears streaming down your face as your stepfather reprimands you for the small stain on the wall. That wasn't even your fault! Your stepfather is yelling now, and you try to meet his gaze, but it's difficult.\n\n\"You don't understand, girl! That was ten-thousand-dollar wallpaper you got a stain on! So tell me what it is right now!\"\n\n\"I don't- I don't know,\" you stammer.\n\n\"YOU VERY MUCH KNOW! YOU DID IT! DON'T YOU DARE SAY YOU DIDN'T DO IT BECAUSE WHO ELSE COULD HAVE DONE IT!? SO TELL ME WHAT THE F#CK IT IS OR YOU WON'T BE SEEING ANOTHER SOUL FOR THE NEXT YEAR!\"\n\nAt this point, not seeing another soul for a whole year sounds just fine, and you hesitate to respond. After a bit more yelling and threatening, your stepfather storms out of your room. As he slams the door, it flies off its hinges and falls to the floor feet from your bed.\n\nYou lay back on your bed, finally allowing the tears to fall freely. You hear a knock at the front door, then your father speaking to somebody. That somebody has a girl's voice, perhaps a girl your age. But it's hard to tell.\n\nEventually, you hear light footsteps coming up the stairs. You don't respond at first as there's a gentle knock at the door frame.\n\n\"Hey. Can I come in?\" she calls to you.\n\nHer voice is kind, and you decide to see what she has to say. You pull yourself into a crosslegged sitting position. Standing in the doorway is a girl of about fifteen. She wears a black dress with orange flame designs around the hem. Her hair is mid-length, and a lucious dark brown. She watches you with curious eyes that fade from gray to blue to gray and back again in a hypnotizing loop.\n\n\"Yes, come in,\" you say after a moment.\n\n\"Thank you. My name is Gracyelia. I was sent to bring you to somewhere safer,\" she tells you as she steps into your room.\n\nYou blink at her for a moment. You notice how light her footsteps are, and how she doesn't need to look down to skirt carefully around the fallen door. Then you absorb what she's said and you become confused.\n\n\"Safer…? What do you mean…?\"\n\n\"Come with me, and I can show you.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looked around, not sure if she should go with this strange girl, who seemed to appear out of nowwhere, her amber eyes scanning the room as if looking for her stepfather, her long hair tumbling over her shoulders and sprayling all over the bed she was on, tears still where pricking her eyes, threatening to spill over", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She watches you for a moment, smiling hauntingly.\n\n\"Come with me. You will be safe with me.\"\n\nSomething in her voice carries a promise of safety, matching her words. She approaches you, hand extended but she is not aggressive about it. \n\n\"I can keep you safe.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"Are you sure?..\" She asked, her voice soft, but also containing a aspect of frailness, as if this was a dream she was about to wake up from, a outline of a tail and ears hovered on her before disappearing, her hair bouncing when she turned her head to look around the room again, breathing soft and a bit fast, not wanting this to be a dream, but feeling as if it was.", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She nods. \"Yes. I can protect you.\"\n\nHer gradiant eyes sparkle and fade rhythmically. Her eyes remain trained on you, as if she wants to say or do something but will not tell you. She slowly sits down on the edge of your bed, her dress swishing as she sits.\n\n\"Please. Come with me. It is not safe for a werewolf here,\" she tells you, still smiling kindly.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She moved to sit on her knees, her hair flowing into place she looks uncertain, a frown playing at the edges of her lips as she thought about everything that had and could still happen", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She waits for your decision with silence for a few moments before speaking once last time. This time, her voice contains nothing gentle, like it should have. In place of her previous kindness, is a hint of cold, raw, emptiness.\n\n\"What will happen when you go wolf on him? You will be arrested, most likely. You don't want that, do you? I need you to come with me,\" she stands, dabbing her nose with her black sleeve.\n\nWhen she pulls her sleeve back, it can be seen that her nose is bleeding lightly. Of course, she is unphased by this change. She looks at you one more time. And her next words are clearly all she will give you to base your choice on.\n\n\"Your safety is up to you. I will not be able to help you if you do not come with me.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "For some reason this reminds me of when Jaden almost killed someone Lol*) She looked uncertain for a moment longer, nodding to herself as she made her choice \"I'll come with you..\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "(OOC please!) She smiles, nodding. Your choice seems to please her. She continues to dab at her nose in a feeble attempt to stop her nosebleed.\n\n\"Thank you. I will take you to the library, where we can wait for my mother,\" she tells you, holding her hand out to you.\n\nThis time, her voice is once again respectful. Her dress swishes slowly as she moves around the fallen door and toward the doorway.\n\n\"We do not have much time before your stepfather figures me out.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "Her amber eyes looked at the nosebleed for a moment, turning her thin lined face into a frown before she nodded \"Alright\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She nods before leading the way down the hallway. She doesn't walk down the stairs this time, but disappears in a puff of red before appearing at the bottom. She waits only a moment before making her way outside, where a stalion is paitently awaiting her command. She strokes the horse's muzzle, and he whinnies in response.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She follows quickly, only sparing a mere glance back at her old home", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She glances at you then motions for you to mount the stallion, as she will not need to do so herself.\n\n\"You can ride him. He'll be nice,\" she tells you.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She nodded, believing the horse was safe as she slowly mounted the stallion \"He's beautiful\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Yes, he is. Zayn, take her to Havoc. I'll meet you there,\" she tells the stallion, nodding.\n\nThe stallion, Zayn, whinnied, rearing up and almost throwing you off. But Gracyelia's hand goes to his muzzle and he settles down reluctantly with a huff. She repeats her order and the horse canters away from her. She watches you leave before disappearing in a puff of russet smoke. She appears at the Havoc Library's front steps, waiting patiently.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She clutches onto the horse, yelping and bending down to wrap her arms gently around the neck of the stallion, closing her eyes", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Zayn eventually slows to a stop in front of the library, where Gracyelia is waiting. He nickers and she strokes his muzzle. \n\n\"Good boy, Zayn. Let her down then go and graze. You've earned it,\" she tells the horse.\n\nThen she looks at you. Her eyes are still sparkling, but they are both different colors now. Her left eye is gray; her right eye is blue. Each contains speckles of the opposite color. But the kindness in her gaze is undeniable. She did not have wrong intentions, but perhaps she could be hiding something. You do not know her very well, but she seems to know you pretty well.\n\n\"Come, Akuji. We must meet my mother,\" she smiles, offering you her hand to help you dismount", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looks at the hand, seeming uncertain to take it, she took a breath before taking the hand, her own eyes where sparkling with some gold", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She nods slowly, helping you down from Zayn's back. The moment you are off his back, the stallion bolts, rearing up. Gracyelia watches him leave then releases your hand and leads you inside the library. Currently,the library is mostly empty, save for a few people.\n\nThe library itself is a grand place. The entrance alone has high ceilings and shelves with thousands of books. Near the right wall of the entrance is a counter, where the Head Librarian stands. The books on the shelves are ordered by color and title, and the shelves look like they have small rectangular rainbows lining them. Scattered about the room are plush chairs, some of which are inhabited by people of all ages with their noses buried in books. Along the walls there are doorways, with beautifully patterned curtains covering them.\n\nGracyelia looks to you. \"Welcome to the Havoc Library.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She is mesmerized her eyes wide as she looks around, eyes lighting up upon seeing so many books \"It's amazing\" She breathed", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She smiles. \"Yes, it really is. Do you want to see my favorite place?\"\n\nHer question seems harmless, and so does her tone. But there's a flicker of something else in her voice- a slight twinge of annoyance. Of course, she's done this for so long she has started losing her patience more easily. Otherwise, her tone gives away only kindness.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "A corner of her mouth turns down, she shook off the sudden uneasy feeling that spread through her, she nodded \"Sure\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She smiles then leads you to a blue-and-purple stripped curtain, gently pushing it aside and stepping into the room. It's not a large room, and the ceilings are much lower than they are in the entrance. She goes to a soft-looking blue plush chair and sits down.\n\n\"Nobody really comes in here, so it's perfect to get away from the others,\" she explains, leaning back and putting her feet up on a purple ottoman. She points to a random book and it flies to her hand. She opens it.\n\n\"Make yourself comfortable. I don't mind.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She sat down on the floor, looking through some books, the outline of her tail swishing against the ground in a happy manner", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She watches you for a moment before returning to her book. She eventually looks up as there is a knock at the door.\n\n\"Gracye, may I come in?\" It is a woman's voice.\n\nGracyelia sets her book but does not respond right away, glancing at you before speaking.\n\n\"Come in, Mother,\" she responds.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She stuffs the book back where it belongs, the outline of the tail disappearing and her eyes going dark amber as she watched the door", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Gracyelia stands as a woman of about 30 enters, closing the curtain behind her. The woman looks at you and smiles. Her features match Gracye's, but her eyes are emerald green. Then she turns to Gracye and hugs the girl. Gracye immediately becomes uncomfortable and pulls away, sitting back down. The woman sits across from Gracye and beckons for you to sit in a chair diagonal from her.\n\n\"You did as I asked, Gracye,\" the woman smiles.\n\nGracye nods. \"Yeah, I did. Pain in my a$$ but I did,\" she shoots you a glare that perfectly conveys just about how difficult it was to convince your stepfather to let her speak to you.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She sits on the chair, avoiding the gazes of both of them, knowing how hard her stepfather could be to talk to", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "She stutters for a moment, unsure how to answer \"I- Whatever you want..\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The woman tilts her head a bit, blinking at you.\n\n\"This is not up to me. It is your choice. I am here to help you,\" she tells you.\n\nGracyelia watches without a word, though something in her eyes is missing...", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She does not know what to say she only shrugs hoping that would help", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The woman sighs. \n\n\"Well, I'll leave the choice up to you. I have matters to attend to,\" she stands and leaves, leaving you alone with Gracyelia.\n\nGracye has watched this whole thing and still not said a word. She sighs, but something cold is still there.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She seems to be acting a bit odd, breathing a bit heavily and her skin radiating heat, this was the first sign she was getting her wolf form", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Gracyelia watches you, noticing the odd behavior. Of course, she is completely calm about this, as she's seen this before. She stretches and picks her book back up.\n\n\"If you're going to wolf out, don't do it here,\" she tells you, voice even, \"do it out back.\"\n\nShe indicates a door that would not have been noticed before as it has just appeared in the back wall of the room.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She turns to look at the door, still not fully understanding what was happening to her, but when the other said [i] wolf out [/] her eyes kind of lit up with understanding", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She sighs, seeming a bit annoyed yet also concerned about you.\n\n\"Just... be careful please. And not ruin the only part of the Havoc I have to myself,\" her second line seems added, as if she was going to say something but replaced it with those words instead.\n\nShe is still mostly engrossed in her book, but her attention strays in your direction every few moments between turns of the page.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She frowns, then stands, wobbling on her feet as she made her way to the door", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The door opens for you as Gracyelia watches you take your leave. Her gaze is cold, almost scalding, yet she says not a word. She returns to her book quietly.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She just lays on the grass of the outside, not really understanding Te what was happening to her", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The door closes behind you. Gracyelia stands and exits the room, checking the book she has been reading out even though she doesn't need to, and going outside. She takes a seat on the front steps.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She starts to pant, still confused on many levels", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Nearby, another werewolf is basking in the sun as a wolf. This wolf is a small male, perhaps a runt, or perhaps a younger werewolf. He watches you without a word. His fur is a beautiful light lavender-white color, and it seems to sparkle as the sun hits him. His eyes are cold black though. He is like a yin-yang, light and dark. He yawns, revealing sharp fangs.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She didn't really see the other werewolf, as she was handling the now painful transformation, she curled into a ball, her body radiating heat", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He watches you change, still not making a sound. Once you complete the change, he will stand and pad over to you, woofing a gentle hello that you can only understand due to being in your wolf form. His eyes are kind, despite their cold coloration. His tail wags gently.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "Her wolf form was a red wolf, with the same, deep red clay color fur as her hair was, she blinks down at her paws, eyes wide with multiple emotions", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Firrrrst time?\" The male woofs, his r rolling distinctly, as there is a slight growl in his voice.\n\nHe nudges your paw, taking in your scent, as he has never met you before. He then sits down, tail curling around his paws. Yet, he does not introduce himself, as he does not see it necessary.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She nodded, looking at her paws then up at the sky, everything seeming brighter and in sharper focus, her ears twitched as she could ear every little sound", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He continues to watch you, not saying a word for a moment before speaking again, deciding it'd be better to introduce himself, as you clearly weren't going to do it first.\n\n\"My name is Rrrowan.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"Nice to meet you, I'm Akuji\" She said, ears flicking and tail wagging", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan's tail wags a little bit, though it remains curled.\n\n\"So, are you another one of Gracye's lost souls she helped?\" he asks, his voice giving away nothing.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She nodded, that seemed about right anyway", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He rolls his eyes, displaying his obvious dislike for Gracyelia.\n\n\"Ugh. The den's going to run out of space at this point. Anyway,\" he pauses for a moment. \"Go show Gracyelia your achievement. She'd care more than I do.\"\n\nWith that, he stands and turns, his lavender furred tail batting your face.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She turns her head away from his bushy tail, pawing at her muzzle, she stood, shaking out her fur and stretching, her fur catching the sunlight and looking gold, she walked to Gracyelia because that was what the other wolf had told her to", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Gracye doesn't look up from her book until you're pretty close to her. Even then, she wears an expression that says I'd rather be reading. Of course, that expression changes when she recognizes you. She nods her approval.\n\n\"Very nice,\" she smiles.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "Her pink tongue lolls out of her mouth as she was approved, giving a soft bark, tail wagging and amber eyes gold in the sunlight", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She smiles and pats your muzzle before returning to her book. She then remains silent, pretty much ignoring you. Her book, to her, is more interesting than you are right now.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She sits down, tail swaying across the ground", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She continues to ignore you. She turns the pages of her book after exactly 30 seconds, though she's read the complete page.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She got up, sniffing about", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Gracye eventually finishes the book, around dusk, and stands, looking down at you.\n\n\"We should go inside and see what Mother is making for dinner,\" she suggests.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looks down at her wolf self, looking at her like I don't know how to change back", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She sighs. But she doesn't know how to help you. At this point, even Gracye knows that speaking to Rowan would be your best bet, and she voices this fact.\n\n\"I can't help you. The only person I can think of who could help you would be Rowan.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She tilts her head, her tongue lolling out of her mouth again", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She just sighs and enters the building, going off to find Rowan. It isn't clear if she expects you to follow or not.\n\nRowan is currently sitting at a table alone, his distinct lavender colored tail swishing as he picks at his meal, spaghetti and meatballs.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She follows, because that's what her brain told her to do", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Rowan!\" Gracye calls to him.\n\nRowan looks up, irritation flicking across his expression before he spots you and rolls his eyes, already knowing what Gracye is going to ask him to do.\n\n\"Fine. Let me finish eating then I'll help her,\" he tells Gracye, who nods then goes off to get her own food, easily being lost in the small crowd.\n\nRowan returns to his meal, though he eats a bit quicker now that you need his help.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looks around, fascinated by everything, her tail wagging", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan finishes then stands, leaving his empty plate behind. He steps over the bench he was sitting on, as it has no back, then turns into his wolf form. He allows himself a wide yawn before focusing his attention on you.\n\n\"Come with me. I can teach you what little I know, even if I would rrrratherrrr be rrrrelaxing,\" he woofs.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She nodded, wanting to be in human form again", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He leads you to the back lawn where you had first met him. He sits down in a patch of fading sunlight and begins to speak.\n\n\"Rrreally, all you have to do is focus on yourrrr human forrrm and you'rre therrre. At least, that's what I do,\" he speaks with that same growl, even if his tone is kind.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She nodded, trying to focus on her human form, which was hard since there was so much cool stuff about her wolf form", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"STOP FOCUSING ON YOURR WOLF FORRM! YOU CAN ALWAYS GO BACK TO IT LATERRR!\" He barks, getting annoyed with you.\n\nHe knows his annoyance is unjust but he clearly doesn't care. His tail lashes and his ears are flat back in annoyance.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She jumped a bit, her ears flattening as she focussed on her human form, then she was a human again, with her long red hair and bright amber eyes and pale skin", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He lets out a frustrated growl then turns and pads away, remaining in his wolf form for a mew more moments before turning human himself without a second thought.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She stood, legs wobbly", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He disappears into the Havoc, and a door can be heard slamming behind him with a rather loud bang. Gracye has sat down with a few of her other friends and they are currently conversing happily.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She decided to leave them alone, going to a tree and sitting under it", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "After a while, Gracye disappears into a room she hasn't taken you into, nobody daring to follow her, though there are whispers.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She starts to make a flower crown because why not", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Gracye did not emerge for a long while, as she was cleaning herself up. But after about half an hour, there is a crash and a yelp of pain from the room she had disappeared into. Of course, by now, the Havoc has mostly cleared out, and those who could have helped didn't hear or didn't care.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She heard the yelp of pain and crash, she went over to the room, worried and curious", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Gracye is trying to get the cabinet off her leg so she can stand, but she's struggling. She pauses and looks up as you move the curtain.\n\n\"Oh. Akuji,\" there is a hint of pain in her voice.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"Are you ok?\" She asks, trying to help her", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She scowls. Of course she's not okay! With your help, the two of you are able to right the cabinet and Gracye can stand. Her red magic swirls around her oddly angled ankle as she stands, wincing.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She frowns worridly, her amber eyes worried", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She looks at you, a bit annoyed with herself.\n\n\"Thanks,\" she mutters, limping away.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looks down, and goes back outside", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Gracye notices you leave. Outside, Rowan is basking once more, unaware of what had just happened to Gracyelia. He's in his wolf form, and his light lavender fur seems darkened by the night, brightened only by the moonlight. It's almost the full moon.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looked up at the moon, gazing at it in wonder, she looked over at Rowan, tempted to walk over, she frowns, and decides against it, going to lay in a patch on moonlight", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "You do not need to go to Rowan, as he gets up and pads over to you.\n\n\"Who gave you perrrrrmission to be outside?\" He barked.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She instantly looks around, not wanting to get in trouble \"I- um- Nobody..\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He growls, angry now.\n\n\"Then you shouldn't be herrrre!\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She flinched, all to used to being yelled at \"O-ok I'll go back inside then\" She said quickly", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Good! And next time you think about coming outside at night, ask an alpha! You'rrre a pack memberrrr now. Deal with it,\" his tail flicks then he pads away, flopping down in a patch of moonlight.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She goes back inside, finding a table to hide under", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "After a minute, Rowan gets up and follows your scent, finding you under the table.\n\n\"Sorrrry I was so harrrrsh,\" he woofs, dipping his head.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looked up at him, shrugging \"It's quite alright, I'm used to it\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He shakes his head.\n\n\"No, it's not alrrrright. You'rrre a memberrrr of my pack now,\" he replies.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She only simply shrugged again, looking around with a yawn", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Well, since you'rrre being a child,\" he mutters, padding back outside.\n\nThe way Rowan stands indicates power, so perhaps he is more than he looks to be.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She watched him with curiosity, she yawns again, laying on the floor, maybe just a quick nap, just to rest her eyes she thinks", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Around midnight-ish, Rowan comes back inside. Most of the Havoc's 24/7 residents are asleep but a few are still awake, and rush to Rowan's side. The male wolf is badly injured, as he had gotten into a scrap over a bit of rival pack land his tail had flicked onto at one point. To him, it was not a reason to fight, but the other werewolf pack was territorial as hell.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She smelled blood, waking instantly, her eyes narrowing into slits upon seeing Rowan injured, she stayed where she was, not wanting to get in the way", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan growled an order, though none of the other werewolves except for you were awake.\n\n\"Gracye,\" was all he said.\n\nGracyelia was off doing her own thing in her private room with the blue-and-purple curtain.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She went off to find Gracyelia, she went to the room and knocked on the door frame", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Gracye startles before relaxing as she realizes it was you.\n\n\"Oh. Akuji. What's up?\" she asks, concerned.\n\nShe has yet to see a now downed Rowan.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"Rowans hurt\" She said, worry in her tone", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Gracye sighs.\n\n\"I don't care,\" she replies.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"He's hurt badly\" She said \"He called for you\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Again. I. Don't. Care,\" she repeats, as if talking to a toddler.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She turned away and walked back downstairs, looking down", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan has passed out, and a girl of about ten is improvising, trying to care for him. She looks up as you return.\n\n\"Where's Gracye?\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"She didn't come\" She said, worried for Rowan, she didn't know how she could help", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The girl stands, alarmed now.\n\n\"But- she- fine. I'll get her myself,\" she snaps at you, storming upstairs to yell at Gracye.\n\nWithin minutes, a very annoyed Gracye comes downstairs, muttering profanities.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She had gone back under the table upon being snapped at, she watched Rowan with concern", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Gracye runs her hand down Rowan's injured flank, red magic healing him as she touches his side. \n\nRowan stirs, whimpering a bit, and Gracye steps back.\n\n\"Now leave me alone,\" she vanishes in a puff of red.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She watches this from under the table, eyes curious", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The young girl runs to Rowan's side, clearly worried. Rowan weakly paws at her, as if to comfort her. Even if Gracye did heal him, he was still severely weakened.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She frowned at how weak Rowan was, she was starting to get mad at Gracyelia for not coming to heal him faster, getting mad triggers transformation into wolves", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The girl strokes Rowan's fur, causing him to growl a bit but he does not object- he can't. He notices you growing angry, and clearly wants to say something. But he's too weak. He knows it's not Gracye's fault he was this weak.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She makes herself calm down, mostly because she did not want to turn wolf inside of the house", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan soon falls into a weak, disrupted, sleep. The girl remains at his side, mostly unmoving.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She watches silently, laying under the table, her eyes dropped closed, and she forced them back open.", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The girl notices you are fighting sleep and tilts her head, speaking softly as not to wake Rowan.\n\n\"Sleep. It's okay.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looks as if she wants to say something, but decided against it because she does not want to wake him, she curls up, knees to her chest as she closes her eyes, of course, when she tried to sleep she could not, so she just laid there, pretending.", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The girl watches you silently, still stroking Rowan.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She fell asleep after a while, her sleep filled with nightmares.", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The girl watches you for a moment longer before Rowan stirs, a bit stronger after his \"sleep.\" She strokes Rowan's head, trying to get him to rest, but he drags himself up and off the couch, somehow managing to stand. He limps over to you and lays down near you, as if to protect you. It's a strange gesture of kindness, but he doesn't care. He lays his head on his paws, watching you.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "Her eyelids flicker, as if she is looking back and forth in her dream, her chest rises and falls fast, as if she is running in her dream.", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He continues to watch you silently.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She starts to sweat, curling up more, still asleep.", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He moves his head forward, nudging you.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She shifted, letting out a sound between a whine and a groan", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He licks your face, as if trying to wake you up.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She woke, wiping her face and making another groaning sound \"What was that forrr\" She asked, yawning.", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He does not respond right away, but after a moment of silence he speaks.\n\n\"It was an accident,\" he responds.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She wipes the sweat off of her face, sitting up, she had circles under her eyes, as if she had not slept at all.", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He moves his head, tilting his head in order to become more comfortable. He yawns.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"You should get some more sleep\" She said, blinking her eyes to remove the sleep from them", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He growled a bit, not wanting to. Yet, he did not speak again, as he was exhausted.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She laid back down, looking into nothingness.", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He continues to watch you, eyes half shut with exhaustion. His once lavender fur is stained red.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She begans to just go into a spaced out like state, staring at nothing", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He weakly reaches out a paw and paws at your leg gently, tilting his head a bit.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She turned her head to look at him, her eyes dull and not their usual brightness \"Hmm?\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He manages a worried expression, yet he is unable to speak.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She pit her head back down, staring at nothing once again, a tail appeared on her and curled", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He utters a soft worried whimper, pawing at her again.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looks back at him, her eyes containing the tiniest bit of annoyance in there dull depths", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He again utters a soft whimper, worry filling his gaze. Your behavior concerns him, and he doesn't like that.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She sighed softly, a soft tremor going through her body", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "She closes her eyes, thinking sleep will be better than the thoughts in her head taking over", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He paws at you again, becoming insistent. This time, he manages to speak.\n\n\"Are you okay?\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"I'm fine\" She said, almost a snap, she curled up tightly", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He doesn't believe you but he falls silent and still, now just watching you.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She passes out, as if she had not slept at all", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He remains by your side, unspeaking and unmoving. He will remain there until you wake, because, unlike Gracyelia, he is loyal.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She woke up a few hours later with a jolt, tremors rocking her body as she tried to calm down before he could notice", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He notices immediately though. He nudges you worriedly. He has regained some of his strength just by sitting there.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She breathed in fast pants, hands pressed to the sides of her head as she tried to calm down", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He licks your face, trying to distract you.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She slowly starts to relax, the tremors stopping as she took deep breaths", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He whines, licking your face one last time before pulling away and resuming watching you.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She puts her hands on the side on her head, curling up again, thoughts and sounds and sights swirling around in her head until she thought it might explode", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He tilts his head and whines, again not bothering to speak. Your behavior is worrying him.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She was glad he didn't speak, although the whine still hurt her ears, sounds seemed unbearably loud to her ears, and the lights seemed to bright, even the thoughts spinning around in her head where to much", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He nudges you before turning to the young girl, who is still watching. She gets the hint and brings him a blanket, which he pulls over you, completely immersing you in darkness, before laying down with his back to yours and his head on your shoulder.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She curled up, this fit seeming to pass after a few hours", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Occasionally, he would nudge you to make sure you were still alive. But otherwise, he did not move.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She removed the blanket when her strange fit was over", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He sits, jumping over you and staring into your eyes intently.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"Hi..\" She said quietly, her eyes still dull but recovering their shine", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He whines softly, worried about her still. He tilts his head.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She rubs her ear, she now only had a minor headache, the only sign this attack even happened", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He sniffs your forehead then sits back down, content with it. Even if he dislikes you, he is still a very protective alpha.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She rubs her eyes, sighing softly to herself", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He watches you for a moment more before jumping into a chair and returning to his more stoic personality.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She just stays under the table, content where she was", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He growls a bit as the young girl attempts to pat him, and she pulls away, looking hurt.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She crawled out from under the table, wanting to go outside but not knowing who to ask", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The little girl looks at you now. \n\n\"Hello,\" she smiles, as if she's just noticed you.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"Oh.. Hi\" She said, looking down, her red tail swishing against the ground", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Did you want something?\" She asks kindly.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"Well, I was wondering who to ask if I wanted to go outside\" She said quickly, her ears lowered the tiniest bit", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She nods. \n\n\"That would be Rowan or Kiara, your pack's alphas,\" she responds, tone kind as it had been earlier, though she seems a bit troubled, \"though... I haven't seen Kiara lately...\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"Rowans a alpha?\" She asked, thoughts swirling, she stopped the thoughts before fey could get to out of hand", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Don't sound so surprised. It's the only reason he survived the attack he suffered earlier, most likely,\" she replies.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She nodded, going to Rowan \"May I go outside?\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan sighs dramatically, but relents. He knows you will not learn without trail and error.\n\n\"Fine. Take Cicero with you though,\" he nods to the little girl.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looks towards the girl", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The girl looks irritated now.\n\n\"Rowan, I don't-\"\n\n\"This isn't up to you, Cicero. You protect her, and you do it well!\" Rowan's words were snarled, yet they did not have his familiar growl due to his anger.\n\nThe girl utters a soft whimpering sound and mutters a quick, \"sorry, Alpha,\" before turning and heading outside, knowing you will most likely follow.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looks over at Rowan, feeling bad for being a bother, she thought about just not going anymore", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan nods to you.\n\n\"Go. You're not a bother. Cicero is a bother,\" he seems to know what you're thinking, but he can tell by your expression.\n\nHe stretches then curls up in the chair.\n\n\"I'll be taking a nap.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She nodded, silently going outside", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "For a moment, Cicero is out of your line of sight, then a child's shout of alarm can be heard from near the edge of the property, near a break in the fence. Cicero is fending off a small group of about four wolves. She sees you and cries for help, for you to get Rowan. She knows Rowan is the only one who can stop this.\n\n\"Aku! Get Row- AHH!\" She is taken down and dragged below the fence.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "Her eyes widen, and she runs back to the house \"Rowan! Rowan!!\" She kept screaming his name", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Immediately, Rowan is at the door, in his hybrid form this time. His outfit is a simple black T-shirt and black shorts. His arms and lets are scarred and battered from multiple battles.\n\n\"What's wrong? Where's Cicero?!\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"There where four wolves\" Was all she said, she was shaking hard, her eyes glowing, meaning she was going to transform", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Immediately, Rowan changes to his wolf form, pissed.\n\n\"They took Cicero. Bastards,\" he snarled.\n\nHe was still weakened, but he would go to the enemy pack's base of operations if it meant protecting a pack member.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She shifted wolf, her red fur bristling angrily", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan runs off, ducking through the gap in the fence. He utters not a sound as he runs, focused only on tracking Cicero's scent. He easily catches up to the kidnappers and pounces on the nearest one. \n\nCicero is currently blacked out, with a bad gash running down her flank, the signature would of the other pack.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She followed, catching up almost as fast, her eyes glowing dangersously", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He sinks his teeth into the throat of the wolf he has attacked, snarling. The moment he does this, the three enemy wolves growl and bark, their leader threatening to kill Cicero if Rowan does not release the wolf. At this, Rowan proposes a trade.\n\n\"Give Akuji the pup, and I will give you your packmate,\" Rowan snarls.\n\nThe three able wolves confer for a moment then their leader speaks again.\n\n\"How about we give you your lives instead?\"\n\nRight away, Rowan snaps the wolf's neck then pounces on the wolf holding Cicero, throwing the wolf away from the younger werewolf.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She went forward, snapping her jaws around one of the necks of the other wolves", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Akuji! Take Cicero!\" Rowan barks, intercepting the wolf who was about to pounce on Akuji and taking the hit himself, becoming pinned.\n\nCicero is currently unprotected, but left alone, as the three able wolves are busy trying to kill Rowan and Akuji, and could care more about the downed Cicero.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She managed to get away from the fighting, picking up Cicero in her jaws she looks back at Rowan, wanting to help him", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan has already managed to break free.\n\n\"GO! NOW!\" He barks at you, moving quickly to avoid a strike that should have killed him.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She whines, ears down as she turns, running back to the house", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan manages to kill one other before the remaining two flee. But he is badly injured, and he hardly makes it onto his territory before dropping, exhausted.\n\nCicero has still not woken, but now she knows something is very wrong with the Havoc Pack's Alpha female, Kiara.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She puts the girl down once she entered the house, then she rushed back out, looking for Rowan", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan had made it about as far as the front steps before dropping, so he was pretty easy to find. He was still conscious, just exhausted and drained.\n\nWhile you have left Cicero on the floor, Gracyelia takes it upon herself to heal the child and move her to the couch, sitting beside her while waiting for you to return with Rowan. This attack will not go unnoticed by the members of the Havoc Library.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She nosed Rowan onto her back, bringing him inside the house", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Gracyelia indicates for you to bring Rowan to the couch as she stands. She looks at him and speaks.\n\n\"This attack will not go unnoticed, Rowan. Once we find Kiara, we will retaliate full force,\" she tells him.\n\nRowan groans in pain but his ears prick as Cicero begins to wake at the mention of Kiara.\n\n\"Kiara,\" The child whispers. \"Able wolves.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She puts him on the couch, she was still in wolf form, unable to clear her thoughts to change back", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Gracyelia kneels beside Rowan and heals him, even though he tries to tell her not to. By now, Cicero is awake enough to form a few shaky sentences.\n\n\"Akuji, Kiara with Able wolves,\" the child speaks to Akuji, knowing that Rowan is weakened and Gracyelia will not care.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She frowned, wondering what the able wolves where", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Gracyelia notices this, and decides it'll be better if she helps Cicero in this instance.\n\n\"The Able wolves are the pack that tried to take Cicero. If they have Kiara...\" she shakes her head, \"there's a low chance we get her back. Are you sure, Cicero?\"\n\nThe child nodded, wincing.\n\n\"I picked up her scent... their leader.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She began to think through scenarios of how she could help, she could go try ad find the wolves and bring this Kiara back", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Gracyelia studies you for a moment.\n\n\"Don't try it. You saw what they did to Rowan, twice now, and what they just did to Cicero. They're the best fighters here, and they were almost defeated,\" she says, seeming worried for your safety.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looks away, sighing, if she couldn't help find the female alpha than what should she even be here for, I should just go back home she thinks to herself", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She seems to know what you're thinking.\n\n\"Let Rowan rest, then you can escort him on a rescue mission,\" Gracye relents.\n\nRowan growls as if asking DO I GET A SAY IN THIS?! but he knows he doesn't.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She brightened a bit, which disappeared in a few seconds, she turned back human, going back under the table to wait for Rowan to recover", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan drags himself off the couch and attempts to go over to you, but is stopped by Gracye. When she stops him, he sinks his teeth into her ankle, causing her to yelp and pull back. He limps over to you, laying down near you, but not too close. He lays his head on his paws, at an angle which he can see both you and Cicero.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She tilted her head, frowning when he bit Gracyelia", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Gracye gives Rowan a death glare then vanishes in a puff of red sparkles, leaving the three werewolves alone together.\n\nRowan remains unmoving now, watching you and Cicero. But he does speak, to both you and Cicero.\n\n\"What are we supposed to do if the Ables have Kiara?\"\n\n\"What if we traded the new omega off for her?\" Cicero suggested bitterly.\n\nRowan lifted his head. \"Cicero!\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She stayed quiet, letting her thoughts roam, although it was kind of hurting her head", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan eventually falls asleep. The moment he does, Cicero slides down from the couch and shakily makes her way toward the exit of the library.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"Um.. I think you should stay here\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Cicero turns.\n\n\"But what about Kiara?\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"We all find her later, rest and recover\" She said", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Cicero glares, shaking her head.\n\n\"If the Able wolves have her, we don't have that time. It's already been a week!\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"Once Rowan finishes recovering there will be a rescue mission, for now please rest\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"You're not listening! WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO WAIT!\" Cicero spits, becoming defensive.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"Shh! You don't want to wake Rowan, if your leaving at least let me come with you\" She said", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"No!\" the child shakes her head, \"I'm not putting you in danger too. I'm just an omega, they'll be fine without me.\"\n\nRowan stirs, already having been woken by Cicero getting off the couch.\n\n\"We arrre not losing my sisterrrr,\" he woofed, his familiar growl returning.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looks over at Rowan, letting him take this, she rubbed her temples, her headache from earlier returning", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Rowan, I'm going. Don't try to stop me,\" the child snaps.\n\nRowan simply nods. \n\n\"I will not. I know it's pointless. But come back safely orrrr it's morrre than a warrr, for both you are Kiarrrra,\" he tells her.\n\nCicero nods then makes her leave, not changing into a wolf,as she is too young.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She wants to try and stop her from going, but alphas word is law, she rubbed her temples more, trying to keep her thoughts in a straight line", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan sighs, lowing his head onto his paws. He doesn't like what he just did, but he knows there's no stopping Cicero; Kiara was almost a mother to her.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She puts a hand over her eyes, blocking the light", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan sighs, covering his muzzle with his paws.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She laid down on the floor, closing her eyes and starting to drift off", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He watches you, but his eyes soon close and he falls asleep. But the slightest sound will wake him.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She falls into a deep sleep within a matter of minutes, her dreams haunting her", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Meanwhile...\n\nCicero approaches the door of the abandoned house that is the Able wolves' denning. She is met by a boy and a girl. She bows to them.\n\n\"He believes me, so does the newest, Akuji,\" the child tells the two.\n\nThe boy nods, not needing to do much else to show his approval of the child.\n\n\"Come. We have many things to discuss. You too, Kiara,\" he beckons for Cicero and the girl to follow and they both do.\n\nOnce they are inside, the boy turns to Cicero, his ears lowered and tail flicking in question.\n\n\"Have you killed Rowan yet?\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She stirred in her sleep, having a nightmare about her past", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan immediately wakes, nudging you with concern.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She mumbles in her sleep, sounding afraid", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He nuzzles you, now with the intent to wake you. He paws at you, but does not speak or utter a sound.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She jolted awake \"Huh?- Is someone being atracked-\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He shakes his head.\n\n\"You were muttering in your sleep. You sounded afraid,\" he replies.\n\nCicero, the boy, and the girl- Kiara, are discussing Rowan and Akuji.\n\n\"The two are inseperable. Unless she asks to get away,\" Cicero explains, \"the only way to get rid of Rowan would be to remove her first.\"\n\n\"We cannot have collateral damage, Cicero,\" Kiara responds.\n\nCicero sighs. \"Sometimes we must, Kiara. Such is the way of war.\"\n\n\"As long as you are not caught, do as you must, young Cicero,\" the boy tells her, \"though we must make this look believable. You have not found Kiara, and believe she may be dead. You are devistated and pull Rowan away to speak to him. Hours later, you're back here and Rowan turns up dead.\"\n\nCicero nods, accepting the new directive. She allows herself to be attacked by two Able wolves, not fighting back. She then allows herself to be dragged towards Havoc territory and deposited.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"Oh.. It was nothing\" She said, turning and looking away", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He looks doubtful but smells blood as Cicero drags herself onto Havoc territory. He immediately gets up, running to the child's side. But for a moment he does a double take. Due to the stress on her body, and theevents of the last few hours, Cicero has gotten her wolf form early, and instead of a child, a silver wolf pup lays in front of him. But he gets over himself and pulls Cicero inside, ignoring her agonized cries.\n\n\"GRACYELIA!!!\" He howls, though he knows Gracye will only hear a howl.\n\nGracye, hearing the howl, pokes her head out from the room she was in. But she clearly doesn't care very much for Cicero and retreats back into the room.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She rushed over, eyes wide", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan growls in annoyance as Gracye seems not to care. He turns human and issues a threat to Gracye, caring more about his sister than the truth that Gracye's been telling him.\n\n\"Gracyelia. Come down here or I swear,I will tear your throat out personally.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She stood away from them, unsure what to do", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Gracye still does not come down and Rowan growls in annoyance.\n\n\"Watch Cicero. I need a minute,\" he goes upstairs after giving you that order, pissed.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She watched the small wolf pup, thoughts making her head spin, she closed her eyes, stopping the thoughts in their tracks before watching the wolf pup again", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Cicero is unmoving, and her breathing is slow and extremely raspy.\n\nAfter a minute, Rowan literally drags Gracyelia out of the room and down the stairs to Cicero by the shirt collar.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looks up st them, her eyes filled with worry, hee thoughts back to being a tornado in her brain", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Gracye, seeing no other choice in the matter, reluctantly heals Cicero, only to a point where the child could wake and speak softly, no farther. After doing so, she immediately takes her leave.\n\nRowan nuzzles the child, licking her face.\n\nCicero groans and mutters a single word.\n\n\"Dead.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looks worried, but she was starting to feel the pain reach her eyes, so she covered them, trying to get her thoughts in a line before it would worsen", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan turns his attention to you with a concerned bark. He sniffs at your face, wondering what was wrong. Cicero remains still, now silent as if rattled by grief.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She stood up, telling them she needed a moment alone, she went to the table, crawling under it and putting her head in her hands, trying to make her thoughts straight", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan watches you still for a moment longer before returning to quietly trying to convince Cicero what she meant by dead. But the child wasn't elaborating, just shivering and whining.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "Her thoughts straightened themselves and she got out from under the tables going and watching the scene", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "\"Oh.. It was nothing\" She said, turning and looking away", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He looks doubtful but smells blood as Cicero drags herself onto Havoc territory. He immediately gets up, running to the child's side. But for a moment he does a double take. Due to the stress on her body, and theevents of the last few hours, Cicero has gotten her wolf form early, and instead of a child, a silver wolf pup lays in front of him. But he gets over himself and pulls Cicero inside, ignoring her agonized cries.\n\n\"GRACYELIA!!!\" He howls, though he knows Gracye will only hear a howl.\n\nGracye, hearing the howl, pokes her head out from the room she was in. But she clearly doesn't care very much for Cicero and retreats back into the room.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She rushed over, eyes wide", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan growls in annoyance as Gracye seems not to care. He turns human and issues a threat to Gracye, caring more about his sister than the truth that Gracye's been telling him.\n\n\"Gracyelia. Come down here or I swear,I will tear your throat out personally.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She stood away from them, unsure what to do", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Gracye still does not come down and Rowan growls in annoyance.\n\n\"Watch Cicero. I need a minute,\" he goes upstairs after giving you that order, pissed.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She watched the small wolf pup, thoughts making her head spin, she closed her eyes, stopping the thoughts in their tracks before watching the wolf pup again", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Cicero is unmoving, and her breathing is slow and extremely raspy.\n\nAfter a minute, Rowan literally drags Gracyelia out of the room and down the stairs to Cicero by the shirt collar.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looks up st them, her eyes filled with worry, hee thoughts back to being a tornado in her brain", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Gracye, seeing no other choice in the matter, reluctantly heals Cicero, only to a point where the child could wake and speak softly, no farther. After doing so, she immediately takes her leave.\n\nRowan nuzzles the child, licking her face.\n\nCicero groans and mutters a single word.\n\n\"Dead.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looks worried, but she was starting to feel the pain reach her eyes, so she covered them, trying to get her thoughts in a line before it would worsen", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan turns his attention to you with a concerned bark. He sniffs at your face, wondering what was wrong. Cicero remains still, now silent as if rattled by grief.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She stood up, telling them she needed a moment alone, she went to the table, crawling under it and putting her head in her hands, trying to make her thoughts straight", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan watches you still for a moment longer before returning to quietly trying to convince Cicero what she meant by dead. But the child wasn't elaborating, just shivering and whining.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "Her thoughts straightened themselves and she got out from under the tables going and watching the scene", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "After a while of convincing, Cicero speaks once more.\n\n\"Kiara. She's dead,\" She whispers.\n\nIstantly, Rowan stiffens. Now he understands why Cicero had taken so long to share the information. Grief flicks across his face butis replaced by blank emptiness.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She does not really know how to react, as she is new to the pack and had not know the pack alpha female, who was now dead, or so the pup said", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan has composed himself rather quickly compaired to the still seemingly broken Cicero. He sighs.\n\n\"One question before you can rest, young one. Who should take her place?\" he asks Cicero.\n\nCicero lifts her head and looks dead at you.\n\n\"Akuji should.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looks rather surprised, her eyes widening, she looks frantically at Rowan, hoping he would object to the pups words", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Cicero knows that Rowan will not object, but he will not support her answer. She knows he won't take replacing Kiara lightly, even if he doesn't speak of it as replacement.\n\nRowan blinks slowly, nodding just as slowly.\n\n\"I will think about it. Take your rest, little one. We will speak again later. Akuji, a moment,\" he nods to you, standing and indicating for you to follow.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She nodded, standing as well and following him", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He leads you outside then turns to you.\n\n\"You don't want the position, do you?\" He asks, knowing what your answer will be.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"I don't exactly not want it, I'm just confused on why I would be given suck a high position in the first place, I'm new after all\" She said quickly, thoughts once again a tornado inside of her head, she was trying to make sense of everything, she got the gist of it, but some parts just didn't make sense to her", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He nods, also slightly confused.\n\n\"I see.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"I think I can take the position! I just need a bit more time to learn the packs ways, and how they like me\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He sighs.\n\n\"Alright, thank you. You should come and sleep in the den tonight,\" he says.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looks at him, eyes uncertain \"Are you sure? I'm happy sleeping under the table\" She said, tail swishing against the ground", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He nods.\n\n\"It'll be a great way to meet the pack. Besides, my cave will be empty since I have to watch Cicero and make sure she behaves,\" he replies.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looks down a bit \"Do you think the pack will like me?\" She asked uncertainty", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He sighs. He knows the answer will be the opposite of what he tells you.\n\n\"I don't see why they wouldn't,\" he replies, \"come. I'll introduce you.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"O-oh ok\" She said, following him", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He leads you to the mouth of a cave, where two werewolves in their wolf forms sit. Immediately, the two drop into a bow until Rowan flicks his ear in acknowledgement and pads through. But as soon as Rowan is through, they block your path.\n\n\"Let herrr thrrrrough, boys. Just because we haven't found Kiarrrra doesn't mean we don't need a female alpha,\" Rowan barks.\n\nThe second they hear that, they fall back with submissive whines of apology. Neither has said a word.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "Her ears go down a bit, and she quickly follows Rowan, her tail fluffed", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rowan leads you to a smaller cave, which is guarded by a single wolf who already has heard about you and steps aside for you and Rowan to pass. Rowan nods to you, then indicates the cave.\n\n\"You can sleep here. Be respectful. Kadia, make sure nobody gets aggressive.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She nods, looking around the sleeping place", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The wolf, Kadia, ducks her head to Rowan as he leaves before doing the same to you and taking her place outside the cave entrance.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looks around, shifting wolf as she sat down, unsure what to do now", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Cicero hasn't moved, and Rowan lays down beside her to comfort her.\n\nKadia utters a soft growl as one of the male guards who were supposed to be guarding the enterance approaches.\n\n\"Shouldn't you be doing your job?\" She asks him.\n\nThe guard shakes his head. \"I need to speak to the kid Rowan-\"\n\n\"Watch it,\" Kadia's whole tone changes in seconds.\n\nThe guard whines, debating what to say.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looked over, watching the debate through her deep amber eyes", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Let me speak to the kid,\" the guard repeats.\n\nKadia sighs, relenting as she knows where this will go if she does not.\n\n\"Fine. You can speak to her. But I will be watching, and listening,\" she responds, tone reluctant.\n\nThe guard steps into the cave. Something flickers in his eyes the moment he enters, but his back is to Kadia and she cannot see his eyes.\n\n\"Hello, Akuji.\" Yet, your name hasn't been told to him by Rowan, or another wolf...", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She frowned, her neck fur bristling \"Who are you\" She demanded, her claws digging into the dirt", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The guard looks hurt.\n\n\"You don't recognize me, daughter?\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She looks taken a back, not believing him \"Get out\" She snarled, her fur bristling", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Please, Akuji. Listen to me,\" even as he speaks, he can hear Kadia stand and take a single step into the cave.\n\nHe knows that he has to get you to listen, before you have Kadia remove him.\n\n\"I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to warn you...\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "\"Warn me about what?\" She snarled, her tail lashing", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He sighs.\n\n\"You cannot trust the girl- Gracyelia- or Rowan,\" he responds, \"and I know they've been kind to you but...\"\n\nHe shakes his head.\n\nKadia growls upon hearing this despite herself, but she does not move from her spot at the entrance. If you tell her to do anything, she will immediately do so. She dislikes the male, even though she doesn't know he's your stepfather.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "She growled at him, she was instantly angry upon hearing his words, she looked at Kadia, telling her with her eyes to get him out", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Upon seeing your expression, Kadia comes forward and tells him to leave. When he does not, she lunges at him, only to be batted away. She lands on her paws and takes a different approach, dragging him out. She seems like a useful werewolf, even if she prefers to remain in her wolf form.\n\n\"Alpha Rowan will be hearing about this, Orpheus!\" She uses your stepfather's name.\n\nYour stepfather growls in annoyance but accepts that Kadia is more powerful than him and retreats back to his post at the entrance of the denning.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Name -" }, { "text": "Her ears flick back and a shudder runs through her", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "It was hot, and not the pleasant, damp kind of hot that Hemlock was used to. No, this was a dry, arid heat that beat down on every part of his body with no protection of tall trees. Not like the jungle. In the jungle he could laze underneath the wide leaves to avoid the sun, but here in the desert there was no escaping its burning gaze. \n\nThere was no way to escape the burning gaze of the other dragons that stood around him either. He had fled with the others who were escaping Pantala as the strange dragons had seemed to appear from nowhere. Sharp fangs, burning fire, all preceded ominously by the sound of rattling tails. He didn't know where they had come from, and from what he'd overheard from the others he was huddled with, they didn't either. He didn't think they'd even been thinking when they'd leapt out of the side of the jungle over open water. He was just glad they were lucky enough to go in the right direction to hit another land mass.\n\nEven if the right direction led him to this forsaken place. The curious, occasionally hostile, looks he got from the residents of what he'd learned was the Sand Kingdom (fitting) filled him with nervous dread. He didn't know how he was supposed to act, so he just didn't. Instead he stuck close to one of the other Leafwings that he had gotten to know a bit during their flight. A small, pale green dragon with unique shades of purple to her wings called Juniper.\n\nThe two of them had been herded into a makeshift camp, if it could even be called that, on the outside of the city walls. Really just a few sheets of cloth strung up on poles that had been haphazardly pushed into the ground as some sort of makeshift shelter for them. He got a hesitant feeling they weren't welcome. He wasn't sure he'd feel welcome anywhere though. Instead he fiddled with the leaves and insects that were in his father's pouch. It gave him something to do aside from staring at the stingers that tipped the tails of their SandWing \"escorts.\" Or wonder if what was no doubt venom that came from it would give them resistance to some kinds of poisonous plants. A curious notion.\n\n\"Something got your tail in a twist?\" The light, quiet voice of Juniper asked from where she was leaned against his side. They were all wedged underneath the covers as much as they could be. \"You've been awfully quiet. Not even telling me about plants.\"\n\nHemlock turned to stare at his tail, it decidedly was not twisted, before looking back to her, \"No, nothing's touched my tail.\" The laugh he got in response only further confused him. He shrugged lightly, \"Not many plants around her to talk about.\" Normally he could tell when plants were nearby, speak to them, use them. There was none of that here. \n\nInstead he set his eyes looking around. Landing on the SandWings that stood around them plus a few other dragons of varying shapes, sizes, and colors that didn't match. Supposedly they were here to help move them around to other places. Find a place to stay. There was one large solid black dragon wandering amongst them, silver scales on the underside of their wings that he found particularly strange. Surely black wasn't a good color here. Maybe he'd ask what they were should they wander his way.", "username": "PrankFox", "char_name": "Hemlock" }, { "text": "Bluemoon's claws sunk deep into the soft, pale sands that had been scorched by the desert sun. Her calloused paw-pads were numb with pain as she trudged through the refugee camp and for a moment she cursed herself for not accepting the feet-wraps that had been offered to her by a considerate SandWing. They would surely provide protection against the heat, she had told her. Outsiders weren't used to the fire that brimmed below their talons. But Bluemoon was stubborn. If she planned to live in the desert for an extended period of time, then she might as well get used to its sweltering climate. Even then, the blisters that formed on her soles got to be extremely painful at times, so much so that she had to lick her pads and dunk them in water several times during the duration of her shift. She hadn't even been there for a month and she was already making a fool of herself. \n\nIn the confines of the Scorpion's Den, Bluemoon stuck out like a sore claw. Dragons from all over the continent were wont to gather there, but she hadn't seen a black hide or silver scale in the time she had resided there. She had seen some dragons that resembled those of her lineage in terms of their broad shoulders and larger frames… but as far as she knew, she was the only NightWing there. And three moons, did the Den's denizens let her know it. Though SandWings were large, she was larger, and sometimes they tipped their heads up at her with a teasing glint in their dark irises that pricked her scales. Other times, they'd shy away from her in fear and whisper behind her back. There were some that were bold with their queries. \"Can you read my mind?\" a MudWing would ask with a fangy smile. \"Oh! Tell me what I'm thinking!\"\n\nAnother time, a SandWing deep in his cup of cactus juice asked whether or not his partner would marry him. Bluemoon didn't have the chance to answer before he turned his attention back to his co-worker and cracked a sly joke that made her lips twitch. It was obvious to her she didn't belong. She was an outcast among not only her family, but among outcasts themselves. Hilarious.\n\nWell, she thought as she carefully picked her way through the camp, heavy jugs of cool water swaying from her blue-and-gold sash. At least I'm an outcast with a purpose. \n\nBluemoon saw herself in these poor, strange dragons. Many did not like them. Pyrrhia already had their claws full with several hot-headed queens and strained relationships between tribes. Why did they have to tend to these dragons who don't even share the same customs as they did? Couldn't they defend their homes? They were weak and lazy, that was what, and they came to take advantage of the hard-working dragons of Pyrrhia. Such sentiments were difficult to agree with, in her opinion. Sure, the influx of new wings was daunting and surprising, but that didn't mean that these dragons didn't deserve a shot at a new life. \n\nBluemoon blinked the sand out of her steel-blue gaze as she padded along. Many of the refugees were huddled into family groups that stayed in whatever shade that was available. Others kept to themselves as their distant expressions stared into thin air. Then came the ones that stared at her, like the interesting-looking one that couldn't rip their eyes off of her. She couldn't help but give him a smile as she approached the pair.\n\n\"Hello. I hope you're faring well. My name is Bluemoon. Would you like some water? It's freshly pulled from the river, so it's still cold.\" She motioned her claws towards the jugs at her hips. The fastest way to get someone to open up was to offer respite from the heat.", "username": "Ambra", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Hemlock hadn't really meant to stare, but his gaze seemed to catch the attention of the black dragon. He could now see that her scales actually leaned towards the blue side of black once she got closer. Neat. The only black he ever saw on dragons was the occasional Hivewings he saw flitting about the jungle. He was used to green which there was very little of here aside from his own tribe. If he could even consider them that.\n\n\"Faring as well as we can be,\" Juniper smiled thinly at the larger dragon. \"Oh, that would be wonderful, thank you,\" she reached out to take the offered water, passing it to Hemlock first before taking some for herself. \"I'm Juniper by the way, this is Hemlock.\" Her leaflike tail flicked out to lightly gesture backwards.\n\nHe was more focused on the water then what Juniper was saying to the large dragon, who he only just caught was named Bluemoon. Odd name. It was cool and crisp and ran the grains of sand out of his mouth which was more of a relief than he'd expected. How did these dragons stand it? He would go crazy always being in the sun, walking on hot sand, and feeling the grittiness between his teeth. It was miserable honestly. He hoped that these escorts they had picked somewhere less bright for them to go next. He also found their solid eyes unnerving, but he felt the need to keep that thought mostly to himself. Maybe if he associated them with beetles they wouldn't be so strange?\n\nHis attention was pulled back when he heard his name being said and the tail entered his line of sight. \"Hello,\" he greeted Bluemoon, scanning her build and colors before comparing it to that of the Sandwings. Definitely didn't match. He cocked his head to the side, \"What are you?\"\n\n\"Hemlock!\" Juniper's indignant tone chided him, \"You can't just ask questions like that.\" She turned to look back at Bluemoon, an apologetic smile on her lips, \"I'm sorry about him. He didn't grow up with a lot of other dragons.\"\n\nOh, so that wasn't something that he should just ask. How else was he supposed to learn then? \"Sorry.\" His tone didn't sound particularly apologetic, but that's what he'd been told he should say. He still continued to look at Bluemoon curiously, but he didn't want Juniper to get upset again.", "username": "PrankFox", "char_name": "Hemlock" }, { "text": "Bluemoon returned Juniper's tight smile, pleased to see that she was willing to accept her hospitality. During her time as a volunteer, there had been far too many dragons that had simply stared at her with empty eyes. Satchels of food would oft go uneaten and others were quick to take whatever jug wasn't taken. It was good to see that Juniper wasn't too shaken up from her displacement. She turned to Hemlock, about to question whether they needed anything else, when he blurted out a question that she certainly didn't expect. Well, that was something. \n\n\"No worries. Where I'm from, curiosity is well-rewarded. But I'm a NightWing, probably the only one around these parts…\" She nodded to get the point across. \"Our kind has been expelled from their homes on more than one occasion, so we know what it's like. We've kept our pride all the way through, though. Everyone knows us for having strange powers, but not all of us do. Like me. I'm as plain as you and Juniper.\"\n\nHer smile became slightly strained as she readjusted the sash at her hip. It felt nice to have one less of the heavy jugs to worry about. \"The dragons here think I'm lying when I say I can't read minds or tell the future or feel what others are feeling. It was annoying at some point, but I've learned how to make light of it. It's pretty funny.\" \n\nBluemoon shuffled her wings when she realized that she was probably rambling. Clearing her throat, she sent a timid glance over at Juniper. \"You two are LeafWings, yeah? I never thought that dragons could come in so many colors save for the RainWings.\"", "username": "Ambra", "char_name": null }, { "text": "It was pleasing to hear that curiosity was rewarded, at least in Bluemoon's eyes. So he could probably get away with asking her questions then since none of the Sandwings seemed interested in speaking to them. Beyond what they had to anyway. Hemlock had always been peppering his dad with questions all throughout his childhood, it was encouraged by the older Leafwing until he had started changing. \n\nNightwing. He rolled the name around in his head before filing it away. Once again, like the Sandwings, made perfect sense. The underside of her wings looked like a starry night sky. He wondered if they were little scales or just spots on the webbing of her wings. Maybe he'd find out. He frowned along with Juniper at the fact they'd been expelled from their homes too. Just another mystery to add to the pile.\n\nHis eyes were slightly wide at all the things that Nightwings were potentially capable of. He could see why others might be frightened of them. \"Wow, that's a lot of different things.\" He believed her, what reason did she have to lie to them about something like that? \"I can speak to plants, but that's not something really useful here.\" He stared around the barren sands around them, not a speck of green on the horizon. It made him feel more homesick than he'd expected. \n\nHe smiled wryly, \"Maybe you could make up weird things that are going to happen to them, but not tell them when it'll happen and just leave them wondering.\"\n\nJuniper glanced up as Bluemoon looked her way and smiled, \"Yeah we are. Some of the others aren't though.\" She gestured to a beautiful light blue and gold dragon with four large, mottled wings, \"The dragons with the four wings, that are bigger, are Silkwings. They come in more colors than any tribe I know of.\" She then pointed to a smaller, deep red dragon with black striped markings, \"And those are Hivewings, they're usually pretty bright too. I hear they even have some Nightwing in them somewhere.\" She chuckled quietly, \"We're pretty much green and brown, not much else.\" \n\nIt was somewhat surprising how knowledgeable Juniper was, but he supposed it made since she'd grown up in the LeafSilk kingdom, someplace he'd only heard stories about. And seen in flaming ruins. When his companion stopped talking he looked to Bluemoon, \"Would you mind showing me around when you have the time? I can feel my scales rubbing off in the sand.\" That and he was bored out of his mind. There was absolutely nothing to do here and he was sick of it.", "username": "PrankFox", "char_name": "Hemlock" }, { "text": "Speak to plants? her thoughts echoed. If she was any other dragon, Bluemoon wasn't certain she'd believe it. Even then, she'd heard much wilder things during her travels. Hemlock's suggestion on tormenting others made her crack a smile. That was tempting, though she pondered whether the others would pester her more or just avoid her entirely. There was no way of knowing for sure; for now, she much rather kept her mouth shut and solidified the fact that she didn't know anything about anyone's futures, lovelives, or deepest, darkest secrets. It had gotten her through things up until now. \n\nBluemoon closely observed Juniper as she explained the three types of dragons that had steadily migrated to Pyrrhia, only breaking eye contact when she motioned to the others that sat not far from them. The brightly-colored red dragon did have some features that reminded her of NightWings, even if they looked vastly different than she did. \"Now that you explained it, it isn't all that hard to differentiate between everyone,\" she replied with a giggle. Super patterned and pretty ones were SilkWings, very bright ones with smaller frames and black stripes were HiveWings, and then there were LeafWings that bore more natural hues. Simple enough for her. \n\nWhen Hemlock spoke again, Bluemoon turned to him with a gentle expression. \"I'll be happy to give you a tour of the Scorpion's Den whenever you want. It's my job to accommodate the refugees from Pantala and make sure they're able to integrate so they become functional members of society. It's the very least I can do, so no need to thank me for anything.\"", "username": "Ambra", "char_name": null } ]

[ { "text": "Kissimi has landed her ship in a field near the capital city of Lothal, and she is currently playing with her Loth-wolf friends, White and Brown. Her playful laugh is light as the white wolf knocks her over, licking her face. However, the brown wolf is more resigned, playing with the girl only when the white wolf is farther away.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu had been walking for what felt like hours. He had been stranded on Lothal with very few resources when his ship was shot down by pirates. Vishu was on the bad side of multiple pirates. This is when he spotted Kissimi and her wolves. He watched them for a while, waiting for somebody to notice him. The Pantoran was appropriately wary, though the sight interested him.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "After a few moments, the brown wolf catches a glimpse of Vishu and barks. Immediately, the girl stands, turning to study Vishu. She remains silent for a moment before speaking.\n\n\"Who are you?\" Her voice carries, and her tone conveys a slight threat- she is not afraid to become dangerous.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu also studied her, wondering the same thing. Of course, she had asked first, so he would be the bigger person and respond first. \"My name is Vishu Soya. I was stranded on Lothal by pirates.\" He told her, holding up his open hands to show he meant no harm, as if he could sense her threat.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She thinks about his response for a moment before responding herself. This time, her tone carries a touch of kindness. Beside her, the white wolf barks and growls. Immediately, as the white wolf barks, the brown wolf utters a fierce growl and both wolves fall silent.\n\n\"My name is Kissimi. I live on Lothal mostly. Which pirates, if I may?\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He sighed. This girl, Kissimi, asked alot of questions for a local. \"Gorian Shard and his crew,\" he replied, glancing nervously at the girl's wolves. The two animals made him rather uncomfortable. He slowly lowered his hands, watching both the qolves and the girl.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She raises her eyebrows, suspicious of Vishu's answer. If Gorian Shard really was mixed up with Vishu, this could go very badly. She knew who Gorian Shard was, and dislikes it.\n\n\"Gorian Shard is dangerous. Why would you mess with him?\" she asks Vishu, turning her attention to her wolves for a moment, \"Brown. White. Hush.\"\n\nThe white wolf whines but they both fall silent.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu watched her wolves, still wary. But he dared to take a step forward, not knowing what the reaction would be but willing to risk it. \"I was desperate. Please, Kissimi. Can you help me?\" His tone took on that of a dying man.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "Kissimi shakes her head. There was no way she was getting messed up with Gorian Shard.\n\n\"I am not getting myself involved with Shard,\" she tells Vishu.\n\nShe moves her hand down to her purple lightsaber, revealing it a little bit.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu froze upon seeing the lightsaber. \"Jedi,\" he growled, his fraction of trust towards her vanishing in an instant. He was already on edge, so seeing the loghtsaber hadn't helped matters. \"Who really are you?\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "Her expression changes at the mention of Jedi.\n\n\"I am not a Jedi. Nor am a Sith. I stole the lightsaber,\" she explains quickly.\n\nHer wolf friends snarl as Vishu steps forward. But Kissimi puts her hand down and they fall silent quickly.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu was still suspicious but nodded. \"If you say so. So will you help me or not?\" He got ztraight back to the point he was going for in the first place.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She thinks for a moment before finally nodding. She strokes the white wolf's head for a moment before speaking.\n\n\"Fine. What do you need?\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He smiled, relaxing a bit. \"Thank you. I need transport offworld and to pay off Shard,\" he replied. He took another step forward, forcing himself to ignore the wolves.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "It's her turn to stiffen. She takes a step back. The brown wolf barks and growls in warning, and this time she doesn't silence him.\n\n\"I can get you transport, but I cannot pay off your debt,\" she replies, voice tight with some strange emotion- perhaps annoyance, or maybe bitterness.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He seemed a bit co fused at her response to his seemingly sinple request. \"Is there something wrong?\" He inquired, tilting his head slightly.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She nods, and her wolves growl warningly at Vishu.\n\n\"I am not paying off your debt,\" she replies, shaking her head as if disappointed.\n\nHer tone is gentle, but firm. She gently taps the noses of her wolves and they vanish into the form of a pendant around her neck, one advantage of being Sith.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "\"Kissi, you said you'd- what the hell did you just do-!?\" Vishu watched the wolves seemingly vanish with a rather alarmed expression. Vishu had seen many people with exotic pets, but never had anybody done that...", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She smiles elusively.\n\n\"Magic,\" she replies simply, \"now do you want off Lothal or not?\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "\"You're Force-sensitive, aren't you?\" Vishu snapped, his hand going to his blaster almost immediately. He stepped back, stumbling over the ground but not falling. \"Sith or Jedi?\" He growled.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She sighs, putting her hands up as if to surrender. When she speaks, her tone is completely calm.\n\n\"No need to be aggressive. As I said, I am neither Sith nor Jedi. Yes, I am Force-sensitive,\" she speaks slowly.\n\nHer tail waves gently, providing a small clue into her nervousness. But other than that, she is completely calm.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Even though her words do calm him a bit, Vishu remains suspicious. \"How do I know you're not lying to my face?\" He spat, completely forgetting about what he had originally asked her for.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "Kissimi sighs, lowering her hands and her head.\n\n\"The Jedi were wiped out. The Sith killed my only friends apart from my wolves,\" she responds slowly.\n\nHer words are believable, and her tone helps her case.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu nodded hesitantly. \"Okay...\" His hand slowly moved away from his blaster, thoih his expression and tone are now closely guarded. He studied Kissimi for a moment before again speaking. \"So, about that transport offworld...\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She tilts her head, her ears now pinned back and her tail lashing slightly.\n\n\"What about it? You expect it from me after you accused me of being allied?\" She spits, glaring at Vishu.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He ducked his head, guilt flickering across his expression. \"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I jumped to conclusions. Please. I need to get offworld. Soon.\" His voice took on a guilty begging tone.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She sighs.\n\n\"Don't look to me. Go into the city,\" she snaps.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu sighed. \"Kissimi, please. I already tried going into the city. I won't be a bother, I just need to get back to Pantora.\" He looked up at her, trying to force himself to meet her eyes.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She meets Vishu's gaze, glaring. Her tone is cold when she speaks.\n\n\"What's in it for me then, Pantoran?\" she replies.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He tilted his head. crap. I didn't think of that, he thouht, silently cursing himself. \"Well, uh...\" He began. \"Well, I-\" He couldnt'think of anything right away.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She shakes her head, turning to enter her ship.\n\n\"You have nothing. Just like I thought. Nothing but trouble,\" she hisses.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "\"Wait! What is it you would want in exchange?\" He called, realizing that it wouls be easier if he knew what she wanted. His voice shook, but not with fear. No, Vishu was a desperate man.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She stops, but does not turn. Her hand moves down to her lightsaber, as if to warn Vishu not to try anything, or perhaps to warn him that her request might seem extreme.\n\n\"Well, that's simple. I want Cad Bane dead, most of all.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "His eyes widened. That was an impossible task! \"That's- I- that's not something- alright fine. I'll get it done, but I need transport to Pantora first.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "\"Nope. Bane is here, on Lothal. I spoke to him recently, actually,\" she hisses.\n\nThis time, she turns, glaring at Vishu with obvious dislike.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu sighed. His hand went to his wrist by default- a nervous habbit. He nodded slowly. \"Alright. We meet her in two rotations?\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "\"At dusk,\" she replies, shaking her head.\n\nShe knows Vishu will wonder why she's being so tight with her timeline, but she'll answer that if he asks. For now, she will play her own game...", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "\"Wha- that isn't possible! I have to-\" He stopped, realizing that she probably was doing this on purpose. \"Why dusk?\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "\"Some of us need to be home in time for dinner,\" she replies simply, \"do you want my help or not?\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He nodded. \"Fine,\" he said before turning and heading for the city. He pulled his hood over his head, mostly hiding what species he was.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She watches Vishu leave and sighs. She enters her ship and prepares to leave Vishu behind, debating whether to actually do so or not.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He returned to the ship at dusk, a bit of blood on his uniform. \"Kissimi! It is done!\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "Instead of being met by Kissimi, like he might have suspected, he is met by the white wolf. The wolf barks a few times, then pads into the ship, looking behind her as if to want Vishu to follow her.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu hestitated for a moment befors following the white wolf. He didn't trust the wolf, but Kissimi didn't seem like the traitor type...", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "Kissimi is speaking to somebody via hologram, but ends the transmission the moment White and Vishu enter.\n\n\"Hm. You actually did it,\" she nods her approval, \"not many people are that useful.\"\n\nShe goes to the cockpit and flips a few levers and pushes a few buttons.\n\n\"Get comfortable.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He nodded, trailing her then sitting in the co-piolt seat, not touching any controls.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She guided the ship up and out of the atmosphere then set the coordinates and jumped to hyperspace.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He watched her every move carefully. He was silent for a while before he finally spoke. When he did speak, his voice was soft. \"So, if you're not Jedi or Sith, what are you?\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She hesitates, turning her head to study Vishu. She debates her answer, knowing that the truth would probably be a bad idea. But she settles to tell said truth.\n\n\"I'm both...\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He blinked at her. \"How is that possible?\" He asked, tone taking on that of confusion. Even his expresson is rather confused.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She just shrugs, turning her attention back to the ship.\n\n\"Anything is possible,\" she responds after a few moments of silence.\n\nJust then, the proximity alarm goes off and the ship drops out of hyperspace.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He stood, alarmed. \"What's going on? Why did we drop out?\" He asked, tone becoming panicked.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" } ]

[ { "text": "\"Kissi, you said you'd- what the hell did you just do-!?\" Vishu watched the wolves seemingly vanish with a rather alarmed expression. Vishu had seen many people with exotic pets, but never had anybody done that...", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She smiles elusively.\n\n\"Magic,\" she replies simply, \"now do you want off Lothal or not?\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "\"You're Force-sensitive, aren't you?\" Vishu snapped, his hand going to his blaster almost immediately. He stepped back, stumbling over the ground but not falling. \"Sith or Jedi?\" He growled.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She sighs, putting her hands up as if to surrender. When she speaks, her tone is completely calm.\n\n\"No need to be aggressive. As I said, I am neither Sith nor Jedi. Yes, I am Force-sensitive,\" she speaks slowly.\n\nHer tail waves gently, providing a small clue into her nervousness. But other than that, she is completely calm.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Even though her words do calm him a bit, Vishu remains suspicious. \"How do I know you're not lying to my face?\" He spat, completely forgetting about what he had originally asked her for.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "Kissimi sighs, lowering her hands and her head.\n\n\"The Jedi were wiped out. The Sith killed my only friends apart from my wolves,\" she responds slowly.\n\nHer words are believable, and her tone helps her case.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu nodded hesitantly. \"Okay...\" His hand slowly moved away from his blaster, thoih his expression and tone are now closely guarded. He studied Kissimi for a moment before again speaking. \"So, about that transport offworld...\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She tilts her head, her ears now pinned back and her tail lashing slightly.\n\n\"What about it? You expect it from me after you accused me of being allied?\" She spits, glaring at Vishu.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He ducked his head, guilt flickering across his expression. \"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I jumped to conclusions. Please. I need to get offworld. Soon.\" His voice took on a guilty begging tone.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She sighs.\n\n\"Don't look to me. Go into the city,\" she snaps.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu sighed. \"Kissimi, please. I already tried going into the city. I won't be a bother, I just need to get back to Pantora.\" He looked up at her, trying to force himself to meet her eyes.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She meets Vishu's gaze, glaring. Her tone is cold when she speaks.\n\n\"What's in it for me then, Pantoran?\" she replies.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He tilted his head. crap. I didn't think of that, he thouht, silently cursing himself. \"Well, uh...\" He began. \"Well, I-\" He couldnt'think of anything right away.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She shakes her head, turning to enter her ship.\n\n\"You have nothing. Just like I thought. Nothing but trouble,\" she hisses.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "\"Wait! What is it you would want in exchange?\" He called, realizing that it wouls be easier if he knew what she wanted. His voice shook, but not with fear. No, Vishu was a desperate man.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She stops, but does not turn. Her hand moves down to her lightsaber, as if to warn Vishu not to try anything, or perhaps to warn him that her request might seem extreme.\n\n\"Well, that's simple. I want Cad Bane dead, most of all.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "His eyes widened. That was an impossible task! \"That's- I- that's not something- alright fine. I'll get it done, but I need transport to Pantora first.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "\"Nope. Bane is here, on Lothal. I spoke to him recently, actually,\" she hisses.\n\nThis time, she turns, glaring at Vishu with obvious dislike.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu sighed. His hand went to his wrist by default- a nervous habbit. He nodded slowly. \"Alright. We meet her in two rotations?\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "\"At dusk,\" she replies, shaking her head.\n\nShe knows Vishu will wonder why she's being so tight with her timeline, but she'll answer that if he asks. For now, she will play her own game...", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "\"Wha- that isn't possible! I have to-\" He stopped, realizing that she probably was doing this on purpose. \"Why dusk?\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "\"Some of us need to be home in time for dinner,\" she replies simply, \"do you want my help or not?\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He nodded. \"Fine,\" he said before turning and heading for the city. He pulled his hood over his head, mostly hiding what species he was.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She watches Vishu leave and sighs. She enters her ship and prepares to leave Vishu behind, debating whether to actually do so or not.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He returned to the ship at dusk, a bit of blood on his uniform. \"Kissimi! It is done!\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "Instead of being met by Kissimi, like he might have suspected, he is met by the white wolf. The wolf barks a few times, then pads into the ship, looking behind her as if to want Vishu to follow her.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu hestitated for a moment befors following the white wolf. He didn't trust the wolf, but Kissimi didn't seem like the traitor type...", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "Kissimi is speaking to somebody via hologram, but ends the transmission the moment White and Vishu enter.\n\n\"Hm. You actually did it,\" she nods her approval, \"not many people are that useful.\"\n\nShe goes to the cockpit and flips a few levers and pushes a few buttons.\n\n\"Get comfortable.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He nodded, trailing her then sitting in the co-piolt seat, not touching any controls.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She guided the ship up and out of the atmosphere then set the coordinates and jumped to hyperspace.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He watched her every move carefully. He was silent for a while before he finally spoke. When he did speak, his voice was soft. \"So, if you're not Jedi or Sith, what are you?\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She hesitates, turning her head to study Vishu. She debates her answer, knowing that the truth would probably be a bad idea. But she settles to tell said truth.\n\n\"I'm both...\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He blinked at her. \"How is that possible?\" He asked, tone taking on that of confusion. Even his expresson is rather confused.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She just shrugs, turning her attention back to the ship.\n\n\"Anything is possible,\" she responds after a few moments of silence.\n\nJust then, the proximity alarm goes off and the ship drops out of hyperspace.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He stood, alarmed. \"What's going on? Why did we drop out?\" He asked, tone becoming panicked.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She checks the scanners and there's only one other ship she can find.\n\n\"Proximity alert,\" she tells him, sighing.\n\nShe startles as a voice comes through the comm system.\n\n\"Lady Kissimi. What brings you near Pantora?\" A male voice crackles.\n\nKissimi motions to Vishu to remain quiet.\n\n\"Just passing through. Requesting permission to land,\" she replies.\n\nThe voice is silent for a moment. \"Denied. Turn back before somebody gets hurt.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu stiffened, again questioning who Kissimi really was. If the Imperials told her to turn back, then who was she? \"Kissimi...\" His tone is worried, but not afraid. He was worried about how Kissimi would respond, if she engaged it would probably be bad.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She shakes her head.\n\n\"We're landing, Vishu. Calm down,\" yet even as she says that, the Imperial ships open fire.\n\nAlmost instantly, she takes evasive action, easily moving past what should have been deadly. She gets past the Imperial blockade and ducks into Pantoran airspace. A squad of tie fighters following. But she easily got into an offensive position and took down a few of the ties then found an open port and landed, turning to Vishu.\n\n\"Off. You've caused enough trouble.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He stood, ducking his head. \"Thank you, Kissimi. If you ever are in trouble, you can call on me and my family and we will help you,\" he promised her, \"unless it gets us in trouble with the Empire.\" Those are his last words before he takes his leave. As he leaves, he looks back, wondering whether this is a good choice.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She nods, watching him leave. As she does so, her wolves appear at her side. She looks at the brown wolf.\n\n\"Follow him. See where he goes. Don't get caught,\" she whispers to the wolf.\n\nThe wolf nods then bounds out after Vishu, keeping to the shadows. His dark coloration makes it difficult to see him.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He didn't notice the wolf following him as he flagged a taxi and made his way to his home. His adopted daughter/sister was waiting for him at the entrance, and she waved to him. He waved back, paid the taxi droid, and went and hugged her. He still did not notice the wolf until his sister pointed the wolf out. \"Brother, there's an animal following you.\" She told him. He turned, not immediately seeing the wolf but knowing the wolf was there. He ushered her inside, standing outside the door for a moment before pulling it shut after hissing, \"Go back to your master, wolf!\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "The brown wolf does not move, simply watching Vishu. for a moment before making his way towards the door and scratching at it with pleading whimpers. Now that he knows Vishu has a sister, he knows what Kissimi would want him to do...and he always does as Kissimi orders.\n\nMeanwhile, Kissimi has gone into the local market to restock on supplies, flanked by her white wolf.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu put a hand out to stop his sister/daughter from getting the door for the wolf. \"Don't. I'll deal with it,\" he told her. She looked worried but nodded and went to her room without needing to be told. Vishu went to the door, pulling out his blaster before opening it. He saw the brown wolf and shot his blaster at the wolf, aiming to kill. He knew this was a bad idea, but he was already sick of Kissimi's games; he'd done as she'd asked of him, and he wanted away now. But he guessed he wouldn't be able to get out of her grasps very easily, not if she was who she seemed like- a bounty hunter. If she was a hunter, he'd most likely be dead for trying to kill the wolf in hours, but if she wasn't... well, he'd probably be dead sooner.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "As a response to the blaster fire, the brown wolf ducks away then stands taller, snarling. His sharp wolf fangs are visible, but he does not attack. He has been ordered not to follow, but he wants to so badly, and it's clear in his stance. He steps forward, lowering his head as if to attack. His claws click on the tiled floor as he pads up the staircase to stand in front of Vishu. But he stops as a voice calls out.\n\n\"Brown! There you are!\" It's Kissimi, with the white wolf standing beside her wearing a customized saddle bag perfect for shopping.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He looked up as he heard Kissimi's voice, expression that of anger and slight fear. \"Get your dog under control!\" He snapped, quickly hiding his blaster. He was aware she might have seen it, and he could only guess what the price for trying to shoot her pet would be. \"I don't see why you keep such vial pets.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She glares, shaking her head.\n\n\"My friends are not pets,\" she takes a step forward, \"Drop the blaster and we won't have a problem.\"\n\nBoth wolves fall into spots beside her, growling and occasionally barking at her.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He quickly set his weapon down, kicking it away and raising his hands. \"I really am sorry, my friend. Though I don't see why you'd send your dog- erm, wolf- after me when you knew I'd be willing to help you if you needed it,\" he said quickly, taking a hesitant step back. He disliked how Kissimi had gone from reluctantly helping him to a cold and heartless girl in not even seconds. He hadn't known the wolves weren't pets!", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" } ]

[ { "text": "Kissimi has landed her ship in a field near the capital city of Lothal, and she is currently playing with her Loth-wolf friends, White and Brown. Her playful laugh is light as the white wolf knocks her over, licking her face. However, the brown wolf is more resigned, playing with the girl only when the white wolf is farther away.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu had been walking for what felt like hours. He had been stranded on Lothal with very few resources when his ship was shot down by pirates. Vishu was on the bad side of multiple pirates. This is when he spotted Kissimi and her wolves. He watched them for a while, waiting for somebody to notice him. The Pantoran was appropriately wary, though the sight interested him.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "After a few moments, the brown wolf catches a glimpse of Vishu and barks. Immediately, the girl stands, turning to study Vishu. She remains silent for a moment before speaking.\n\n\"Who are you?\" Her voice carries, and her tone conveys a slight threat- she is not afraid to become dangerous.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu also studied her, wondering the same thing. Of course, she had asked first, so he would be the bigger person and respond first. \"My name is Vishu Soya. I was stranded on Lothal by pirates.\" He told her, holding up his open hands to show he meant no harm, as if he could sense her threat.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She thinks about his response for a moment before responding herself. This time, her tone carries a touch of kindness. Beside her, the white wolf barks and growls. Immediately, as the white wolf barks, the brown wolf utters a fierce growl and both wolves fall silent.\n\n\"My name is Kissimi. I live on Lothal mostly. Which pirates, if I may?\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He sighed. This girl, Kissimi, asked alot of questions for a local. \"Gorian Shard and his crew,\" he replied, glancing nervously at the girl's wolves. The two animals made him rather uncomfortable. He slowly lowered his hands, watching both the qolves and the girl.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She raises her eyebrows, suspicious of Vishu's answer. If Gorian Shard really was mixed up with Vishu, this could go very badly. She knew who Gorian Shard was, and dislikes it.\n\n\"Gorian Shard is dangerous. Why would you mess with him?\" she asks Vishu, turning her attention to her wolves for a moment, \"Brown. White. Hush.\"\n\nThe white wolf whines but they both fall silent.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu watched her wolves, still wary. But he dared to take a step forward, not knowing what the reaction would be but willing to risk it. \"I was desperate. Please, Kissimi. Can you help me?\" His tone took on that of a dying man.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "Kissimi shakes her head. There was no way she was getting messed up with Gorian Shard.\n\n\"I am not getting myself involved with Shard,\" she tells Vishu.\n\nShe moves her hand down to her purple lightsaber, revealing it a little bit.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu froze upon seeing the lightsaber. \"Jedi,\" he growled, his fraction of trust towards her vanishing in an instant. He was already on edge, so seeing the loghtsaber hadn't helped matters. \"Who really are you?\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "Her expression changes at the mention of Jedi.\n\n\"I am not a Jedi. Nor am a Sith. I stole the lightsaber,\" she explains quickly.\n\nHer wolf friends snarl as Vishu steps forward. But Kissimi puts her hand down and they fall silent quickly.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu was still suspicious but nodded. \"If you say so. So will you help me or not?\" He got ztraight back to the point he was going for in the first place.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She thinks for a moment before finally nodding. She strokes the white wolf's head for a moment before speaking.\n\n\"Fine. What do you need?\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He smiled, relaxing a bit. \"Thank you. I need transport offworld and to pay off Shard,\" he replied. He took another step forward, forcing himself to ignore the wolves.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "It's her turn to stiffen. She takes a step back. The brown wolf barks and growls in warning, and this time she doesn't silence him.\n\n\"I can get you transport, but I cannot pay off your debt,\" she replies, voice tight with some strange emotion- perhaps annoyance, or maybe bitterness.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He seemed a bit co fused at her response to his seemingly sinple request. \"Is there something wrong?\" He inquired, tilting his head slightly.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She nods, and her wolves growl warningly at Vishu.\n\n\"I am not paying off your debt,\" she replies, shaking her head as if disappointed.\n\nHer tone is gentle, but firm. She gently taps the noses of her wolves and they vanish into the form of a pendant around her neck, one advantage of being Sith.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "\"Kissi, you said you'd- what the hell did you just do-!?\" Vishu watched the wolves seemingly vanish with a rather alarmed expression. Vishu had seen many people with exotic pets, but never had anybody done that...", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She smiles elusively.\n\n\"Magic,\" she replies simply, \"now do you want off Lothal or not?\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "\"You're Force-sensitive, aren't you?\" Vishu snapped, his hand going to his blaster almost immediately. He stepped back, stumbling over the ground but not falling. \"Sith or Jedi?\" He growled.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She sighs, putting her hands up as if to surrender. When she speaks, her tone is completely calm.\n\n\"No need to be aggressive. As I said, I am neither Sith nor Jedi. Yes, I am Force-sensitive,\" she speaks slowly.\n\nHer tail waves gently, providing a small clue into her nervousness. But other than that, she is completely calm.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Even though her words do calm him a bit, Vishu remains suspicious. \"How do I know you're not lying to my face?\" He spat, completely forgetting about what he had originally asked her for.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "Kissimi sighs, lowering her hands and her head.\n\n\"The Jedi were wiped out. The Sith killed my only friends apart from my wolves,\" she responds slowly.\n\nHer words are believable, and her tone helps her case.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu nodded hesitantly. \"Okay...\" His hand slowly moved away from his blaster, thoih his expression and tone are now closely guarded. He studied Kissimi for a moment before again speaking. \"So, about that transport offworld...\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She tilts her head, her ears now pinned back and her tail lashing slightly.\n\n\"What about it? You expect it from me after you accused me of being allied?\" She spits, glaring at Vishu.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He ducked his head, guilt flickering across his expression. \"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I jumped to conclusions. Please. I need to get offworld. Soon.\" His voice took on a guilty begging tone.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She sighs.\n\n\"Don't look to me. Go into the city,\" she snaps.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu sighed. \"Kissimi, please. I already tried going into the city. I won't be a bother, I just need to get back to Pantora.\" He looked up at her, trying to force himself to meet her eyes.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She meets Vishu's gaze, glaring. Her tone is cold when she speaks.\n\n\"What's in it for me then, Pantoran?\" she replies.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He tilted his head. crap. I didn't think of that, he thouht, silently cursing himself. \"Well, uh...\" He began. \"Well, I-\" He couldnt'think of anything right away.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She shakes her head, turning to enter her ship.\n\n\"You have nothing. Just like I thought. Nothing but trouble,\" she hisses.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "\"Wait! What is it you would want in exchange?\" He called, realizing that it wouls be easier if he knew what she wanted. His voice shook, but not with fear. No, Vishu was a desperate man.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She stops, but does not turn. Her hand moves down to her lightsaber, as if to warn Vishu not to try anything, or perhaps to warn him that her request might seem extreme.\n\n\"Well, that's simple. I want Cad Bane dead, most of all.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "His eyes widened. That was an impossible task! \"That's- I- that's not something- alright fine. I'll get it done, but I need transport to Pantora first.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "\"Nope. Bane is here, on Lothal. I spoke to him recently, actually,\" she hisses.\n\nThis time, she turns, glaring at Vishu with obvious dislike.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu sighed. His hand went to his wrist by default- a nervous habbit. He nodded slowly. \"Alright. We meet her in two rotations?\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "\"At dusk,\" she replies, shaking her head.\n\nShe knows Vishu will wonder why she's being so tight with her timeline, but she'll answer that if he asks. For now, she will play her own game...", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "\"Wha- that isn't possible! I have to-\" He stopped, realizing that she probably was doing this on purpose. \"Why dusk?\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "\"Some of us need to be home in time for dinner,\" she replies simply, \"do you want my help or not?\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He nodded. \"Fine,\" he said before turning and heading for the city. He pulled his hood over his head, mostly hiding what species he was.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She watches Vishu leave and sighs. She enters her ship and prepares to leave Vishu behind, debating whether to actually do so or not.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He returned to the ship at dusk, a bit of blood on his uniform. \"Kissimi! It is done!\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "Instead of being met by Kissimi, like he might have suspected, he is met by the white wolf. The wolf barks a few times, then pads into the ship, looking behind her as if to want Vishu to follow her.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu hestitated for a moment befors following the white wolf. He didn't trust the wolf, but Kissimi didn't seem like the traitor type...", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "Kissimi is speaking to somebody via hologram, but ends the transmission the moment White and Vishu enter.\n\n\"Hm. You actually did it,\" she nods her approval, \"not many people are that useful.\"\n\nShe goes to the cockpit and flips a few levers and pushes a few buttons.\n\n\"Get comfortable.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He nodded, trailing her then sitting in the co-piolt seat, not touching any controls.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She guided the ship up and out of the atmosphere then set the coordinates and jumped to hyperspace.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He watched her every move carefully. He was silent for a while before he finally spoke. When he did speak, his voice was soft. \"So, if you're not Jedi or Sith, what are you?\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She hesitates, turning her head to study Vishu. She debates her answer, knowing that the truth would probably be a bad idea. But she settles to tell said truth.\n\n\"I'm both...\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He blinked at her. \"How is that possible?\" He asked, tone taking on that of confusion. Even his expresson is rather confused.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She just shrugs, turning her attention back to the ship.\n\n\"Anything is possible,\" she responds after a few moments of silence.\n\nJust then, the proximity alarm goes off and the ship drops out of hyperspace.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He stood, alarmed. \"What's going on? Why did we drop out?\" He asked, tone becoming panicked.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She checks the scanners and there's only one other ship she can find.\n\n\"Proximity alert,\" she tells him, sighing.\n\nShe startles as a voice comes through the comm system.\n\n\"Lady Kissimi. What brings you near Pantora?\" A male voice crackles.\n\nKissimi motions to Vishu to remain quiet.\n\n\"Just passing through. Requesting permission to land,\" she replies.\n\nThe voice is silent for a moment. \"Denied. Turn back before somebody gets hurt.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" } ]

[ { "text": "She smiles elusively.\n\n\"Magic,\" she replies simply, \"now do you want off Lothal or not?\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "\"You're Force-sensitive, aren't you?\" Vishu snapped, his hand going to his blaster almost immediately. He stepped back, stumbling over the ground but not falling. \"Sith or Jedi?\" He growled.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She sighs, putting her hands up as if to surrender. When she speaks, her tone is completely calm.\n\n\"No need to be aggressive. As I said, I am neither Sith nor Jedi. Yes, I am Force-sensitive,\" she speaks slowly.\n\nHer tail waves gently, providing a small clue into her nervousness. But other than that, she is completely calm.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Even though her words do calm him a bit, Vishu remains suspicious. \"How do I know you're not lying to my face?\" He spat, completely forgetting about what he had originally asked her for.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "Kissimi sighs, lowering her hands and her head.\n\n\"The Jedi were wiped out. The Sith killed my only friends apart from my wolves,\" she responds slowly.\n\nHer words are believable, and her tone helps her case.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu nodded hesitantly. \"Okay...\" His hand slowly moved away from his blaster, thoih his expression and tone are now closely guarded. He studied Kissimi for a moment before again speaking. \"So, about that transport offworld...\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She tilts her head, her ears now pinned back and her tail lashing slightly.\n\n\"What about it? You expect it from me after you accused me of being allied?\" She spits, glaring at Vishu.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He ducked his head, guilt flickering across his expression. \"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I jumped to conclusions. Please. I need to get offworld. Soon.\" His voice took on a guilty begging tone.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She sighs.\n\n\"Don't look to me. Go into the city,\" she snaps.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu sighed. \"Kissimi, please. I already tried going into the city. I won't be a bother, I just need to get back to Pantora.\" He looked up at her, trying to force himself to meet her eyes.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She meets Vishu's gaze, glaring. Her tone is cold when she speaks.\n\n\"What's in it for me then, Pantoran?\" she replies.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He tilted his head. crap. I didn't think of that, he thouht, silently cursing himself. \"Well, uh...\" He began. \"Well, I-\" He couldnt'think of anything right away.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She shakes her head, turning to enter her ship.\n\n\"You have nothing. Just like I thought. Nothing but trouble,\" she hisses.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "\"Wait! What is it you would want in exchange?\" He called, realizing that it wouls be easier if he knew what she wanted. His voice shook, but not with fear. No, Vishu was a desperate man.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She stops, but does not turn. Her hand moves down to her lightsaber, as if to warn Vishu not to try anything, or perhaps to warn him that her request might seem extreme.\n\n\"Well, that's simple. I want Cad Bane dead, most of all.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "His eyes widened. That was an impossible task! \"That's- I- that's not something- alright fine. I'll get it done, but I need transport to Pantora first.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "\"Nope. Bane is here, on Lothal. I spoke to him recently, actually,\" she hisses.\n\nThis time, she turns, glaring at Vishu with obvious dislike.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu sighed. His hand went to his wrist by default- a nervous habbit. He nodded slowly. \"Alright. We meet her in two rotations?\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "\"At dusk,\" she replies, shaking her head.\n\nShe knows Vishu will wonder why she's being so tight with her timeline, but she'll answer that if he asks. For now, she will play her own game...", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "\"Wha- that isn't possible! I have to-\" He stopped, realizing that she probably was doing this on purpose. \"Why dusk?\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "\"Some of us need to be home in time for dinner,\" she replies simply, \"do you want my help or not?\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He nodded. \"Fine,\" he said before turning and heading for the city. He pulled his hood over his head, mostly hiding what species he was.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She watches Vishu leave and sighs. She enters her ship and prepares to leave Vishu behind, debating whether to actually do so or not.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He returned to the ship at dusk, a bit of blood on his uniform. \"Kissimi! It is done!\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "Instead of being met by Kissimi, like he might have suspected, he is met by the white wolf. The wolf barks a few times, then pads into the ship, looking behind her as if to want Vishu to follow her.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu hestitated for a moment befors following the white wolf. He didn't trust the wolf, but Kissimi didn't seem like the traitor type...", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "Kissimi is speaking to somebody via hologram, but ends the transmission the moment White and Vishu enter.\n\n\"Hm. You actually did it,\" she nods her approval, \"not many people are that useful.\"\n\nShe goes to the cockpit and flips a few levers and pushes a few buttons.\n\n\"Get comfortable.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He nodded, trailing her then sitting in the co-piolt seat, not touching any controls.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She guided the ship up and out of the atmosphere then set the coordinates and jumped to hyperspace.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He watched her every move carefully. He was silent for a while before he finally spoke. When he did speak, his voice was soft. \"So, if you're not Jedi or Sith, what are you?\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She hesitates, turning her head to study Vishu. She debates her answer, knowing that the truth would probably be a bad idea. But she settles to tell said truth.\n\n\"I'm both...\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He blinked at her. \"How is that possible?\" He asked, tone taking on that of confusion. Even his expresson is rather confused.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She just shrugs, turning her attention back to the ship.\n\n\"Anything is possible,\" she responds after a few moments of silence.\n\nJust then, the proximity alarm goes off and the ship drops out of hyperspace.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He stood, alarmed. \"What's going on? Why did we drop out?\" He asked, tone becoming panicked.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She checks the scanners and there's only one other ship she can find.\n\n\"Proximity alert,\" she tells him, sighing.\n\nShe startles as a voice comes through the comm system.\n\n\"Lady Kissimi. What brings you near Pantora?\" A male voice crackles.\n\nKissimi motions to Vishu to remain quiet.\n\n\"Just passing through. Requesting permission to land,\" she replies.\n\nThe voice is silent for a moment. \"Denied. Turn back before somebody gets hurt.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu stiffened, again questioning who Kissimi really was. If the Imperials told her to turn back, then who was she? \"Kissimi...\" His tone is worried, but not afraid. He was worried about how Kissimi would respond, if she engaged it would probably be bad.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She shakes her head.\n\n\"We're landing, Vishu. Calm down,\" yet even as she says that, the Imperial ships open fire.\n\nAlmost instantly, she takes evasive action, easily moving past what should have been deadly. She gets past the Imperial blockade and ducks into Pantoran airspace. A squad of tie fighters following. But she easily got into an offensive position and took down a few of the ties then found an open port and landed, turning to Vishu.\n\n\"Off. You've caused enough trouble.\"", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He stood, ducking his head. \"Thank you, Kissimi. If you ever are in trouble, you can call on me and my family and we will help you,\" he promised her, \"unless it gets us in trouble with the Empire.\" Those are his last words before he takes his leave. As he leaves, he looks back, wondering whether this is a good choice.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She nods, watching him leave. As she does so, her wolves appear at her side. She looks at the brown wolf.\n\n\"Follow him. See where he goes. Don't get caught,\" she whispers to the wolf.\n\nThe wolf nods then bounds out after Vishu, keeping to the shadows. His dark coloration makes it difficult to see him.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He didn't notice the wolf following him as he flagged a taxi and made his way to his home. His adopted daughter/sister was waiting for him at the entrance, and she waved to him. He waved back, paid the taxi droid, and went and hugged her. He still did not notice the wolf until his sister pointed the wolf out. \"Brother, there's an animal following you.\" She told him. He turned, not immediately seeing the wolf but knowing the wolf was there. He ushered her inside, standing outside the door for a moment before pulling it shut after hissing, \"Go back to your master, wolf!\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "The brown wolf does not move, simply watching Vishu. for a moment before making his way towards the door and scratching at it with pleading whimpers. Now that he knows Vishu has a sister, he knows what Kissimi would want him to do...and he always does as Kissimi orders.\n\nMeanwhile, Kissimi has gone into the local market to restock on supplies, flanked by her white wolf.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "Vishu put a hand out to stop his sister/daughter from getting the door for the wolf. \"Don't. I'll deal with it,\" he told her. She looked worried but nodded and went to her room without needing to be told. Vishu went to the door, pulling out his blaster before opening it. He saw the brown wolf and shot his blaster at the wolf, aiming to kill. He knew this was a bad idea, but he was already sick of Kissimi's games; he'd done as she'd asked of him, and he wanted away now. But he guessed he wouldn't be able to get out of her grasps very easily, not if she was who she seemed like- a bounty hunter. If she was a hunter, he'd most likely be dead for trying to kill the wolf in hours, but if she wasn't... well, he'd probably be dead sooner.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "As a response to the blaster fire, the brown wolf ducks away then stands taller, snarling. His sharp wolf fangs are visible, but he does not attack. He has been ordered not to follow, but he wants to so badly, and it's clear in his stance. He steps forward, lowering his head as if to attack. His claws click on the tiled floor as he pads up the staircase to stand in front of Vishu. But he stops as a voice calls out.\n\n\"Brown! There you are!\" It's Kissimi, with the white wolf standing beside her wearing a customized saddle bag perfect for shopping.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He looked up as he heard Kissimi's voice, expression that of anger and slight fear. \"Get your dog under control!\" He snapped, quickly hiding his blaster. He was aware she might have seen it, and he could only guess what the price for trying to shoot her pet would be. \"I don't see why you keep such vial pets.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "She glares, shaking her head.\n\n\"My friends are not pets,\" she takes a step forward, \"Drop the blaster and we won't have a problem.\"\n\nBoth wolves fall into spots beside her, growling and occasionally barking at her.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" }, { "text": "He quickly set his weapon down, kicking it away and raising his hands. \"I really am sorry, my friend. Though I don't see why you'd send your dog- erm, wolf- after me when you knew I'd be willing to help you if you needed it,\" he said quickly, taking a hesitant step back. He disliked how Kissimi had gone from reluctantly helping him to a cold and heartless girl in not even seconds. He hadn't known the wolves weren't pets!", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Vishu Soya" }, { "text": "Kissimi laughs.\n\n\"If only you knew why,\" she replies.\n\nThe two wolves growl and take a step forward, moving in front of Kissimi slightly.", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": "Kissimi" } ]

[ { "text": "Axel was sitting on a park bench, her green eyes staring idly at the children playing on the playplace, her black hair tumbling over her shoulder and hanging down, some streaks of blond was in her hair, she sighed softly, messing around with her hands while watching the kids. Her gaze swept the playground, as if looking for something but not finding it, she sighed again, closing her eyes and willing the thoughts that clouded her brain to go away, but they never did.", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu was on a walk, and she didn't notice much of anybody. She passed Axel, and the children, and a woman walking a dog, but she took no notice. She was the type where if somebody was hurt, she still wouldn't notice. Again, she was off in her own world od imagination.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "Her attention flicked when she saw the new arrival, her eyes scanning the others appearance as if committing it to memory, she willed her brain to stop, to just let the information go, but of course, her brain committed everything to memory, she sighed softly, turning her attention back to the children who where playing", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu suddenly was snapped out of her imagination as a boy of about 19 decided it was a good idea to trip her. She stumbled, but pulled herself together pretty quickly and easily sent the boy falling to the ground with a swift kick to the shin. Of course, she wasn't a fighter, and she simply walked away.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She looked back over, interest lighting her gaze, she stood, her movements fluid as she took the boy by the collar and stuck him up into a high tree, then proceeded to follow Riyu, because she was curious", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "The boy was not very happy about being taken down by two girls, but he accepted his fate. Riyu, now remaining in the present, turned as she was being followed. \"What the hell do you want?\" She snapped.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She simply tilted her head, eyes expressionless \"Nothing\" Was all she said, her response quick, as if she already knew what the other was going to say, her voice was monotone and quick, containing no expression whatsoever", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She glared at Axel. \"Don't kid yourself. You were fvcking following me. So why?\" She snapped, not in the mood to take shit from anybody after what the boy had done.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She blinked, her eyes analyzing everything. \"Because your interesting\" Was all she replyed, doing it quick as if she knew what she was going to say, then again, she did", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She sighed. \"I'm no different than anybody else. Leave me alone,\" She spat, turning and walking away at a brisk pace. She was sick of people, especially weirdos wjo behaved like androids.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She followed silently, her movements making no sound as she walked, her brain taking in everything around her as if it would make it all new again", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Her ears were pinned back, yet she knew Axel was still following her. \"Stop. Following. Me,\" she growled, speeding up.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "\"I'd rather not\" She said, continuing to follow her, although she knew it was creeper like", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Eventually, she stopped, turning. \"Why? Nobody asked you to follow me. Nobody wants you to. So leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone.\" She snarled, her eyes flashing red.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She stayed still, watching with curiosity, her green eyes seemed to look barcoded as she analyzed this, committing it to memory as she always did", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She sighed. \"Fine. Be like that, android,\" she turned into a bat and flew off. Due to her vampire genes, she could become both a bat and a wolf, so it gave her an advantage.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She watched this, eyes analyzing, mind committing, brain turning", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She flew to her house and in through a window, laying down on her bed sith a sigh. This was irritating her, to say the least.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She shrugged, going to a abandoned house and going inside, sitting on the floor, letting all her thoughts spill out and just sitting in silent agony", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She lay back on her bed and soon fell asleep. Her sleep was restless, plauged by nightmares and dreams of her fallen friends and foe.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She didn't sleep that night, to many thoughts to clear away, she cleared almost all of them to make room for new memories, most of her old ones were about a old friend", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She woke a few hours later, yawning and dragging herself out of bed. She knew something was off about the girl who had followed her, but she dismissed it. Skmething was off about most people.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She laid on the floor of the abandoned house, finally managing to sleep after the painful process of clearing her memories, she woke after a few hours, deciding to go try and find the person she had followed the day befire, something was different about that one", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu began walking down main street, avoiding the hostile glares of a few random people. She turned into a small cafe and ordered herself a black coffee before sitting down at a table facing the door.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She walked into the cafe, which was actually the place she worked at, she opened the door, not seeming to notice the person she had followed the other day as she went behind the counter", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She noticed Axel and pulled her hood over her head, covering her ears and curling her tail around her leg. She took out her laptop and began working on some of her work that she had.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She put her apron on and went to a table, the table being the others \"Hello, what would you like today?\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "\"I'm fine, thank you,\" she replied, taking a sip of her coffee. Her attention remained on her laptop.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, something about this person seeming familiar, she searched her memories, being called over by a guy before she could figure it out", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She watched Axel walk away then returned her attention to her laptop.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She talked to the guy, who looked to be in his 40's he was practically yelling at her while she just stood there, taking everything he was yelling without emotion", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She noticed this but took no action, simply keeping her attention on her laptop", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "The guy raised his hand and slapped her across the face, she turned stiffly and walked away, although a single tear rolled down her cheek, the only sign she felt emotion at all", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "That got Riyu to stand and come over. \"Why the hell would you do that?\" She demanded. Even if something was off about Axel, what the man had done was not okay,", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She tried to calm the other down, the guy standing and looking angry, she went over to try to calm him down, but he slapped her again, this time sending her skidding to the ground", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She stepped in front of Axel at this point. \"Try that one more time. I fvcking dare you.\" She snarled, letting her hood fall. Her eyes glinted red. She was not going to be as nice as she was aith the boy from yesterday, and she could be harmful.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She stood, wincing a bit, her cheek was bright red from where she had been slapped, she forced the tears back as she tried to calm Riyu and the guy", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She gently pushed Axel back, keeping her attention on the guy. \"Take a break, kid,\" she told Axel, her tone void of everything except venom.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "The guy stomped forward, and Axel actually looked scared, she hated when customers acted like this, the guy took a vase and smashed it, she squeaked \"No!\" She loved the vases, she quickly tried to pick up the glass, cutting herself multiple times but managing to get it all picked up", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "That was Riyu's fjnal straw. She grabbed the guy by his shirt collar and dragged him out of the cafe, utilizing her werewolf strength. She dropped him on the ground. \"Do you mind? Goddamn bastard, she did nothing to you. So leave her, and the cafe, alone!\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She had gotten glue and was frantically trying to glue the vase back together, she seemed like a totally different person than yesterday, some tears fell down her face, mostly because she had allowed herself to be slapped like that, twice even", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She left the guy and reentered the cafe, approaching Axel. \"Hey. It's broken. I can make you a new one, if you want,\" she offered, her tone gentle and soft. Her tail flicked Axel's leg in a kind manner.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She quickly wiped the tears away when Ryui approached, she sniffled, trying to make herself look less like she was crying, she shook her head \"No it's fine..\" She said, her voice soft and sad, the man had ran away", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She sighed. \"You sure? Also, is it often you let people treat you that way?\" The question was innocent, but her tone was again mostly empty.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She looked away, avoiding the question \"Thank you for helping me\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She sighed again. \"Yeah. No problem. The name's Riyu, by the way,\" she added, her tail flicking. She had noticed how Axel avoided the question, but she paid it no mind.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "\"Nice to meet you.. I'm Axel\" She said in her soft voice, still holding the broken pieces of the vase in her bare hands", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She nodded, glancing at Axel's hands. \"You know, somw broken things can't be fixed.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She held the broken pieces close to her chest \"Well, I can still try\" She said, closing her eyes and sighing softly", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "\"True. Or you could use the broken to make something better.\" She studied the pieces. \"I work with glassblowing in my spare time. I could make something out of those.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "\"Really?\" She asked, eyes lighting up in wonder, she was like a completely different person from who had followed Ryiu the day before", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She nodded, noticing the change but thinking nothing of it. \"Really. Actually, I'm off today so...\" she tilted her head.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She let a tiny smile through her usual blank face until memories flashed in her mind, bad memories, her smile instantly faded, but the look of wonder never leaving her eyes", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She took note of this and tilted her head. \"You good?\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded \"Yup, fine\" She said, voice taking on its monotone again", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "\"Alright. Well, I'll see you later, Axel,\" she turned, geeting her things from the table before leaving without another word.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She looked down at the broken pieces of the vase, her boss coming and yelling at her for not working, her boss telling her that the cost for the vase would be taken from her paycheck, she got off of work a few minutes later, going to a cherry tree orchard and sitting under a tree", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She went to her small shared glass studio, but didn't start another project. Instead, she started thinking of ideas for the pieces.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She had put the broken vase in a little pouch inside of her backpack, she leaned her back against the tree, signing softly", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She found an idea she thought Axel might like and began sketching a basic design.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She looked up at the leaves of the cherry tree, trying desperately not to burst into tears, she wiped away the few that had escaped, pulling her knees to her chest and trying not to think about what had happened in the cafe", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She finished her sketches then went in search of Axel. Of course, it didn't take her very long to find the other girl. But she would not be recognized, as she was in her wolf form, with a pouch at her side to carry the drawings. She barked a greteting, padding up to Axel below the tree.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She tilted her head at the wolf, her brain already piecing it together, she blinked, trying to get the sudden headache away, she nods in greeting to the wolf, knowing it was Ryui", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She tilted her head but sat dosn, shaking the pouch off and nudging it over to Axel. Riyu then lay down and waited for Axel to look at the drawings and decide.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She looks at the pouch, getting the drawings out and looking through them, her eyes lighting up in wonder", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Her tail tapped the ground as she watched Alex look at the drawings.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" } ]

[ { "text": "She got up, following quickly, a hand to her head as she sorted through her jumbled thoughts picking a few out so that she could watch Riyu glassmake", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She trotted back to the studio and turned human, pullling the door, which had a 'push' sign on it, open and stepping inside.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She quickly followed, now having some memories cleared she could watch Riyu without having to worry about to much memories that night", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She let the door close behind Axel. She got a pair of gloves then turned to Axel. \"Can I have the pieces please?\" She holds out a gloved hand.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, gently taking the pieces out of the pouch and handing them to Riyu", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She took then and placed them in a pot on a nearby stove, melting them down. She indicated a rack of colored glass beads. \"Take your pick of colors. We probably don't have exact matches.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, finding some glass which was pretty close to what they had before, she gave them to Riyu", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She placed the colors into the pot then turned the stove on, watching the slow and satisfying melt for a moment before turning the stove to a lower setting and grabbing a pole from a near rack.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She watched, taking everything into memory", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "After a bit of working, she had recreated the vase based kn the drawjng Axel had chosen. She gently broke it off and set it on a towel, upsidedown, to imprint the studio's logo. \"I can bring it in tomorrow once it's cooled.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She looked at it in wonder \"It's beautiful!\" She said, eyes bright and glowing", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She nodded. \"Yeah. You should go. Im not exactly supposed to bring visitors.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, waving goodbye as she went out the door, she went back to the cherry tree", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She waved back then carefully put a straight crack in the glass without breaking it.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She laid under the tree, starting the painful process of clearing the unnecessary memories from her mind, as she did every night before sleep", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu eventually returned home, yet she would not sleep the night away. No, she sat down on the couch and watched TV, though her thoughts were compketely distracted.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She didn't get through all her thoughts when she passed out", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She remained awake until morning, when she got up, carefully packages the vase she had made the previous day, and make her way to the cafe.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She was still passed out under the cherry tree, she was going to be late for work", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She ordered a black coffee then sat down at that samw table and took out her laptop.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She woke up, cursing under her breath and rushing to the cafe, running in and going back into the counter, putting her apron on, her boss came over to yell at her for being late", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu had put her earbuds in and didn't notice this.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She quickly took orders with a few tears in her eyes she Gor a broom and began to sweep the floor, her movements fluid, as if she had been doing this her entire life", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She finally saw Axel and removed her earbuds. But she did not approach, just continued working on her laptop.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She finished sweeping, grabbing a mop and beginning to mop up a drink someone spilled", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu closed her laptop and looked around the cafe. By now, she had finished her coffee and was in the mood for another, but she didn't bother Axel.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She saw she was done with her coffee she walked over \"Would you like anything?\" She asked", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She shook her head. She had just recieved and urgent text from the studio's manager. \"No, I'm alright, thank you though.\" She responded.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, going off to clean up another spill", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She packed up her things, pauaing. \"Come by the studio later,\" she told Axel before making her leave.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, finishing wiping up the mess and doing other things, closing up at closing time and walking down to the studio", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "(Good Jesus! I'm sorry! Meant to comment in ooc!)", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Riyu was speaking to somebody outside the studio. She didn't notice Axel at first.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She paused, not sure if she should interrupt the conversation", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "The conversation ended quickly as the man she was talking to had noticed Axel. Riyu turned and beckoned Axel over. She had that same pouch at her side that she had earlier, but this time it had the vase she had made in it, carefully wrapped.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She walked over, glancing at the person Riyu had been talking to", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu took the packaged vase from the pouch, offering it to Axel. \"Here.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She smiled \"Is this the vase?\" She asked, eyes bright", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She nodded. \"Unwrap it. See if you like it,\" she replied.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She unwrapped it very carefully", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "The vase was beautiful, almost an exact replica of the broken one pattern-wise. Of course, it was shaped differently and the colors were much bolder.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She smiled happily, jumping up and down in excitement \"It's beautiful!\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu smiled. \"I'm glad you like it, my friend,\" she said, \"but do be careful. You don't want to drop it.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She stopped junping, nodding \"Ok, I'm going to bring it to the cafe right now!\" She smiled brightly", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "\"Good,\" Riyu's smile faded as she received another text. \"I need to go.\" She left without another word.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She frowned a bit, but shrugged it off as she went back to the cafe, smiling happily, some guys gossiped about her smiling _I've never seen her smile before_ _Neither have I! We might need to_ the rest was engulfed in snickers, she walked into the cafe, putting the vase back in its place", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu spent a while away, before heading in the direction of the cafe, though she did not really acknowledge where she had went.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "The guys had cornered her in a closet in the cafe, they started undressing her, one of them holding her hands above her head so they could do so, she was screaming and kicking at them, they started doing -stuff that I'm not going to type-", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu felt something was wrong and ducked into the cafe, keeping quiet. Her hand went to her knife and she went toward ths closet, pulling it open. \"Oh, now that's not very nice, is it boys?\" She snarled, eyes glowing red, ears pin ed back, and tail lashjng.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She was almost all the way undressed, her face red with blush, one of the guys was sucking on her t!t the other licking up her stomach, she looked like she was going to faint", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Upon seeing this, she grabbed the nearest and slit his throat, not giving him another chance. She pulled them all away from Axel and stood in front of her, growling. She debating wolfing out but decided against it for the moment. \"Naughty boys,\" she laughed, \"nauhty, naughty boys.\" This was a side she rarely displayed- the illusion of insanity easily pushed those standing against her away.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She dropped to her knees, breathing heavily and shallowly, she was shaking hard, the guys eyes widened when his friend was k!lled, he backed up", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She nodded toward the exit. \"Now's the part where you run,\" She laughed, brandishing the knife and stepping toward him. She would give him a chance, but he would still die to laying a dirty hand on Axel.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, managing to stand and run out, collapsing onto the ground outside of the cafe, it was midnight so nobody was outside, the guy ran away", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu followed Axel. \"That wasn't to you, Axel. You okay?\" She knelt beside Axel, wiping her knife clean on some nearby grass and sheathing it. The blood qould be gone by day. So would the body...", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She was shaking hard, clearly not ok, her pupils where extremely dilated and her breaths shallow and fast, she was still part naked, only having underwear on", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She went back inside and got Axel's clothes, coming bacm outside and placing them in front of the other girl. \"See, this is why men are fvcking assholes and I can hardly stand them,\" She mutters. She vowed to herself that now, Axel was not going anywhere without her nearby to intervene.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She put her clothes back on, and laid back on the ground, curling up, her brain for some reason trying to delete the memories of what had happened to her, and she was fighting with herself not to delete the memories in front of Riyu", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu turned away, turning wolf and laying down in the grass. \"You know, you're a really nice girl. Maybe we should hang out more often.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "\".... If you want..\" She said, her voice sounding AI like as her brain started to delete the memories", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu was slightly confused by Axel's change in voice but dismissed it. \"I think we should, but that's not up to me, my friend. No, that's your choice,\" Her tone took on that of being slightly protective, though it could be mistaked for a typical werewolf's territorial instincts.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "\".....\" She was going to say something, but then it was stopped by a agonizing pain of deleting a memory, her whole body breaking out into a cold sweat", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "That got her to turn, concern in her now dark red eyes. Her tail flicked, but she closed her eyes as she yawned, stretching. While doing so, she bopped Axel's shoulder. Her touch was gentle, worried even. But it was rapid and she lay back down without acknowledging it.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She couldn't really knowledge it as she was in horrible pain as she finished deleting the memories, this time, it made her weaker than usual, letting a fever take over her body as she passed out", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She grew concerned and turned human, picking Axel up and taking her to her den. Riyu laid Axel on the couch then became a wolf once more, taking on a perch atop the coffee table to watch over the other girl.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "Axel lay there, her eyes closed, as she was unconscious, her breaths shallow and fast, her body sweating although she was shivering, her skin was also hot to the touch", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu jumped down from the coffee table and dragged a blanket over Axel before resuming her perch. She could wait as long as she had to, and she would.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She coughs in her sleep, shifting with a groan", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu continued to watch without a sound or motion. She would keep waiting until Axel woke. She knew it seemed trivial, like typical werewolf territorial behavior, but she also knew it wasn't.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "Her eyes fluttered open, her hands wrapped around her rib area in pain", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu jumped off the table and sniffed Axel's face with a concerned whine. Her tail twitched as she sat in front of Axel, remaining in wolf form.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She winced heavily, her ribs hurting", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She watched Axel without a word, tilting her head.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She let out a small groan, curling up into a tight ball as she remembered all that had happened", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She uttered a quiet, wordless, woof. She nudged Axel's hand comfortingly, as she knew Axel was safe under her protection now. She debated asking if she could mark Axel so no other werewolves would dare harm her, or Vampires for that matter, but decided it was too soon. She would wait.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" } ]

[ { "text": "Riyu had put her earbuds in and didn't notice this.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She quickly took orders with a few tears in her eyes she Gor a broom and began to sweep the floor, her movements fluid, as if she had been doing this her entire life", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She finally saw Axel and removed her earbuds. But she did not approach, just continued working on her laptop.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She finished sweeping, grabbing a mop and beginning to mop up a drink someone spilled", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu closed her laptop and looked around the cafe. By now, she had finished her coffee and was in the mood for another, but she didn't bother Axel.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She saw she was done with her coffee she walked over \"Would you like anything?\" She asked", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She shook her head. She had just recieved and urgent text from the studio's manager. \"No, I'm alright, thank you though.\" She responded.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, going off to clean up another spill", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She packed up her things, pauaing. \"Come by the studio later,\" she told Axel before making her leave.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, finishing wiping up the mess and doing other things, closing up at closing time and walking down to the studio", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "(Good Jesus! I'm sorry! Meant to comment in ooc!)", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Riyu was speaking to somebody outside the studio. She didn't notice Axel at first.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She paused, not sure if she should interrupt the conversation", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "The conversation ended quickly as the man she was talking to had noticed Axel. Riyu turned and beckoned Axel over. She had that same pouch at her side that she had earlier, but this time it had the vase she had made in it, carefully wrapped.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She walked over, glancing at the person Riyu had been talking to", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu took the packaged vase from the pouch, offering it to Axel. \"Here.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She smiled \"Is this the vase?\" She asked, eyes bright", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She nodded. \"Unwrap it. See if you like it,\" she replied.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She unwrapped it very carefully", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "The vase was beautiful, almost an exact replica of the broken one pattern-wise. Of course, it was shaped differently and the colors were much bolder.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She smiled happily, jumping up and down in excitement \"It's beautiful!\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu smiled. \"I'm glad you like it, my friend,\" she said, \"but do be careful. You don't want to drop it.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She stopped junping, nodding \"Ok, I'm going to bring it to the cafe right now!\" She smiled brightly", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "\"Good,\" Riyu's smile faded as she received another text. \"I need to go.\" She left without another word.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She frowned a bit, but shrugged it off as she went back to the cafe, smiling happily, some guys gossiped about her smiling _I've never seen her smile before_ _Neither have I! We might need to_ the rest was engulfed in snickers, she walked into the cafe, putting the vase back in its place", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu spent a while away, before heading in the direction of the cafe, though she did not really acknowledge where she had went.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "The guys had cornered her in a closet in the cafe, they started undressing her, one of them holding her hands above her head so they could do so, she was screaming and kicking at them, they started doing -stuff that I'm not going to type-", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu felt something was wrong and ducked into the cafe, keeping quiet. Her hand went to her knife and she went toward ths closet, pulling it open. \"Oh, now that's not very nice, is it boys?\" She snarled, eyes glowing red, ears pin ed back, and tail lashjng.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She was almost all the way undressed, her face red with blush, one of the guys was sucking on her t!t the other licking up her stomach, she looked like she was going to faint", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Upon seeing this, she grabbed the nearest and slit his throat, not giving him another chance. She pulled them all away from Axel and stood in front of her, growling. She debating wolfing out but decided against it for the moment. \"Naughty boys,\" she laughed, \"nauhty, naughty boys.\" This was a side she rarely displayed- the illusion of insanity easily pushed those standing against her away.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She dropped to her knees, breathing heavily and shallowly, she was shaking hard, the guys eyes widened when his friend was k!lled, he backed up", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She nodded toward the exit. \"Now's the part where you run,\" She laughed, brandishing the knife and stepping toward him. She would give him a chance, but he would still die to laying a dirty hand on Axel.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, managing to stand and run out, collapsing onto the ground outside of the cafe, it was midnight so nobody was outside, the guy ran away", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu followed Axel. \"That wasn't to you, Axel. You okay?\" She knelt beside Axel, wiping her knife clean on some nearby grass and sheathing it. The blood qould be gone by day. So would the body...", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She was shaking hard, clearly not ok, her pupils where extremely dilated and her breaths shallow and fast, she was still part naked, only having underwear on", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She went back inside and got Axel's clothes, coming bacm outside and placing them in front of the other girl. \"See, this is why men are fvcking assholes and I can hardly stand them,\" She mutters. She vowed to herself that now, Axel was not going anywhere without her nearby to intervene.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She put her clothes back on, and laid back on the ground, curling up, her brain for some reason trying to delete the memories of what had happened to her, and she was fighting with herself not to delete the memories in front of Riyu", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu turned away, turning wolf and laying down in the grass. \"You know, you're a really nice girl. Maybe we should hang out more often.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "\".... If you want..\" She said, her voice sounding AI like as her brain started to delete the memories", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu was slightly confused by Axel's change in voice but dismissed it. \"I think we should, but that's not up to me, my friend. No, that's your choice,\" Her tone took on that of being slightly protective, though it could be mistaked for a typical werewolf's territorial instincts.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "\".....\" She was going to say something, but then it was stopped by a agonizing pain of deleting a memory, her whole body breaking out into a cold sweat", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "That got her to turn, concern in her now dark red eyes. Her tail flicked, but she closed her eyes as she yawned, stretching. While doing so, she bopped Axel's shoulder. Her touch was gentle, worried even. But it was rapid and she lay back down without acknowledging it.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She couldn't really knowledge it as she was in horrible pain as she finished deleting the memories, this time, it made her weaker than usual, letting a fever take over her body as she passed out", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She grew concerned and turned human, picking Axel up and taking her to her den. Riyu laid Axel on the couch then became a wolf once more, taking on a perch atop the coffee table to watch over the other girl.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "Axel lay there, her eyes closed, as she was unconscious, her breaths shallow and fast, her body sweating although she was shivering, her skin was also hot to the touch", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu jumped down from the coffee table and dragged a blanket over Axel before resuming her perch. She could wait as long as she had to, and she would.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She coughs in her sleep, shifting with a groan", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu continued to watch without a sound or motion. She would keep waiting until Axel woke. She knew it seemed trivial, like typical werewolf territorial behavior, but she also knew it wasn't.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "Her eyes fluttered open, her hands wrapped around her rib area in pain", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu jumped off the table and sniffed Axel's face with a concerned whine. Her tail twitched as she sat in front of Axel, remaining in wolf form.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She winced heavily, her ribs hurting", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She watched Axel without a word, tilting her head.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She let out a small groan, curling up into a tight ball as she remembered all that had happened", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She uttered a quiet, wordless, woof. She nudged Axel's hand comfortingly, as she knew Axel was safe under her protection now. She debated asking if she could mark Axel so no other werewolves would dare harm her, or Vampires for that matter, but decided it was too soon. She would wait.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She soochted closer to Riyu, feeling safer because she was around, she groaned softly when she moved, her ribs hurt a lot, alone wth her head aching", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She hesitated a moment before getting up and getting some painkillers from the kitchen cabinet after turning human, also bringing Axel a glass of water. \"Here,\" was all she said as she offered them to Axel.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She sat up, dipping her head in thanks as she took the painkillers", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She nodded then sat down crosslegged on the coffee table. \"How are you feeling, other than the obvious?\" She asked after a moment.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "\"I'm.. Not really sure\" She said with a sigh, pulling her knees up to her chest, wincing when her legs touched her ribs", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "\"I see,\" She didn't see, but needed something to say so it wasn't too awkward. \"So... while you were resting I was thinking... do you want me to protect you so that can't happen again, among other things?\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She looked up at her, instantly feeling as of she had burdened the wolf hybrid \"I already caused you so much trouble..\" She mumbled", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She shook her head. \"A burden is somethong forced upon somebody. A friend is a choice,\" she replied simply.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She let a small smile onto her lips, she nodded to the earlier question", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She smiled then turned wolf, laying down on the coffee table, which was rather comfortable. She yawned, tired. But after a moment, she lifted her head and sniffed Axel's wrist, licking it a bit. She didn't like speaking in her wolf form, but she was still going to ask if she could mark Axel without speaking unless she had to.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She gently started to pet her, she would stop immediately if she was asked to stop", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She allowed this for a while. It wasn't what she'd meant, but she admitted to herself that she slightly enjoyed this. Her tail said she more than a little enjoyed this, as it would flick for a while then still completely, then start wagging again.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She let herself smile a bit, her eyes shining happily", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "After a few minutes of this, Riyu tilted her head and gently caught Axel's arm in her teeth. She uttered a questioning whine, careful not to hurt Axel, but even her gentle grip was strong. She flicked her tail and it settled as if forming a question mark. If she was going to protect Axel, she'd have to mark the other girl, but doing it without permission would probably cause more trouble than needed.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She looked at her, and nodded", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Her tail flicked and she didn't hesitate to bite down. The taste of blood filled her mouth but she didn't let go for a hot minute. When she finally did let go and step away, there was blood covering her muzzle and only two marks near Axel's wrist. The damage she had done might have seemed like a lot, but she could have easily done more.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" } ]

[ { "text": "Riyu was on a walk, and she didn't notice much of anybody. She passed Axel, and the children, and a woman walking a dog, but she took no notice. She was the type where if somebody was hurt, she still wouldn't notice. Again, she was off in her own world od imagination.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "Her attention flicked when she saw the new arrival, her eyes scanning the others appearance as if committing it to memory, she willed her brain to stop, to just let the information go, but of course, her brain committed everything to memory, she sighed softly, turning her attention back to the children who where playing", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu suddenly was snapped out of her imagination as a boy of about 19 decided it was a good idea to trip her. She stumbled, but pulled herself together pretty quickly and easily sent the boy falling to the ground with a swift kick to the shin. Of course, she wasn't a fighter, and she simply walked away.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She looked back over, interest lighting her gaze, she stood, her movements fluid as she took the boy by the collar and stuck him up into a high tree, then proceeded to follow Riyu, because she was curious", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "The boy was not very happy about being taken down by two girls, but he accepted his fate. Riyu, now remaining in the present, turned as she was being followed. \"What the hell do you want?\" She snapped.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She simply tilted her head, eyes expressionless \"Nothing\" Was all she said, her response quick, as if she already knew what the other was going to say, her voice was monotone and quick, containing no expression whatsoever", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She glared at Axel. \"Don't kid yourself. You were fvcking following me. So why?\" She snapped, not in the mood to take shit from anybody after what the boy had done.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She blinked, her eyes analyzing everything. \"Because your interesting\" Was all she replyed, doing it quick as if she knew what she was going to say, then again, she did", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She sighed. \"I'm no different than anybody else. Leave me alone,\" She spat, turning and walking away at a brisk pace. She was sick of people, especially weirdos wjo behaved like androids.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She followed silently, her movements making no sound as she walked, her brain taking in everything around her as if it would make it all new again", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Her ears were pinned back, yet she knew Axel was still following her. \"Stop. Following. Me,\" she growled, speeding up.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "\"I'd rather not\" She said, continuing to follow her, although she knew it was creeper like", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Eventually, she stopped, turning. \"Why? Nobody asked you to follow me. Nobody wants you to. So leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone.\" She snarled, her eyes flashing red.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She stayed still, watching with curiosity, her green eyes seemed to look barcoded as she analyzed this, committing it to memory as she always did", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She sighed. \"Fine. Be like that, android,\" she turned into a bat and flew off. Due to her vampire genes, she could become both a bat and a wolf, so it gave her an advantage.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She watched this, eyes analyzing, mind committing, brain turning", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She flew to her house and in through a window, laying down on her bed sith a sigh. This was irritating her, to say the least.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She shrugged, going to a abandoned house and going inside, sitting on the floor, letting all her thoughts spill out and just sitting in silent agony", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She lay back on her bed and soon fell asleep. Her sleep was restless, plauged by nightmares and dreams of her fallen friends and foe.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She didn't sleep that night, to many thoughts to clear away, she cleared almost all of them to make room for new memories, most of her old ones were about a old friend", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She woke a few hours later, yawning and dragging herself out of bed. She knew something was off about the girl who had followed her, but she dismissed it. Skmething was off about most people.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She laid on the floor of the abandoned house, finally managing to sleep after the painful process of clearing her memories, she woke after a few hours, deciding to go try and find the person she had followed the day befire, something was different about that one", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu began walking down main street, avoiding the hostile glares of a few random people. She turned into a small cafe and ordered herself a black coffee before sitting down at a table facing the door.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She walked into the cafe, which was actually the place she worked at, she opened the door, not seeming to notice the person she had followed the other day as she went behind the counter", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She noticed Axel and pulled her hood over her head, covering her ears and curling her tail around her leg. She took out her laptop and began working on some of her work that she had.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She put her apron on and went to a table, the table being the others \"Hello, what would you like today?\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "\"I'm fine, thank you,\" she replied, taking a sip of her coffee. Her attention remained on her laptop.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, something about this person seeming familiar, she searched her memories, being called over by a guy before she could figure it out", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She watched Axel walk away then returned her attention to her laptop.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She talked to the guy, who looked to be in his 40's he was practically yelling at her while she just stood there, taking everything he was yelling without emotion", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She noticed this but took no action, simply keeping her attention on her laptop", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "The guy raised his hand and slapped her across the face, she turned stiffly and walked away, although a single tear rolled down her cheek, the only sign she felt emotion at all", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "That got Riyu to stand and come over. \"Why the hell would you do that?\" She demanded. Even if something was off about Axel, what the man had done was not okay,", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She tried to calm the other down, the guy standing and looking angry, she went over to try to calm him down, but he slapped her again, this time sending her skidding to the ground", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She stepped in front of Axel at this point. \"Try that one more time. I fvcking dare you.\" She snarled, letting her hood fall. Her eyes glinted red. She was not going to be as nice as she was aith the boy from yesterday, and she could be harmful.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She stood, wincing a bit, her cheek was bright red from where she had been slapped, she forced the tears back as she tried to calm Riyu and the guy", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She gently pushed Axel back, keeping her attention on the guy. \"Take a break, kid,\" she told Axel, her tone void of everything except venom.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "The guy stomped forward, and Axel actually looked scared, she hated when customers acted like this, the guy took a vase and smashed it, she squeaked \"No!\" She loved the vases, she quickly tried to pick up the glass, cutting herself multiple times but managing to get it all picked up", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "That was Riyu's fjnal straw. She grabbed the guy by his shirt collar and dragged him out of the cafe, utilizing her werewolf strength. She dropped him on the ground. \"Do you mind? Goddamn bastard, she did nothing to you. So leave her, and the cafe, alone!\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She had gotten glue and was frantically trying to glue the vase back together, she seemed like a totally different person than yesterday, some tears fell down her face, mostly because she had allowed herself to be slapped like that, twice even", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She left the guy and reentered the cafe, approaching Axel. \"Hey. It's broken. I can make you a new one, if you want,\" she offered, her tone gentle and soft. Her tail flicked Axel's leg in a kind manner.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She quickly wiped the tears away when Ryui approached, she sniffled, trying to make herself look less like she was crying, she shook her head \"No it's fine..\" She said, her voice soft and sad, the man had ran away", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She sighed. \"You sure? Also, is it often you let people treat you that way?\" The question was innocent, but her tone was again mostly empty.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She looked away, avoiding the question \"Thank you for helping me\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She sighed again. \"Yeah. No problem. The name's Riyu, by the way,\" she added, her tail flicking. She had noticed how Axel avoided the question, but she paid it no mind.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "\"Nice to meet you.. I'm Axel\" She said in her soft voice, still holding the broken pieces of the vase in her bare hands", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She nodded, glancing at Axel's hands. \"You know, somw broken things can't be fixed.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She held the broken pieces close to her chest \"Well, I can still try\" She said, closing her eyes and sighing softly", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "\"True. Or you could use the broken to make something better.\" She studied the pieces. \"I work with glassblowing in my spare time. I could make something out of those.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "\"Really?\" She asked, eyes lighting up in wonder, she was like a completely different person from who had followed Ryiu the day before", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She nodded, noticing the change but thinking nothing of it. \"Really. Actually, I'm off today so...\" she tilted her head.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She let a tiny smile through her usual blank face until memories flashed in her mind, bad memories, her smile instantly faded, but the look of wonder never leaving her eyes", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She took note of this and tilted her head. \"You good?\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded \"Yup, fine\" She said, voice taking on its monotone again", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "\"Alright. Well, I'll see you later, Axel,\" she turned, geeting her things from the table before leaving without another word.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She looked down at the broken pieces of the vase, her boss coming and yelling at her for not working, her boss telling her that the cost for the vase would be taken from her paycheck, she got off of work a few minutes later, going to a cherry tree orchard and sitting under a tree", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She went to her small shared glass studio, but didn't start another project. Instead, she started thinking of ideas for the pieces.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She had put the broken vase in a little pouch inside of her backpack, she leaned her back against the tree, signing softly", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She found an idea she thought Axel might like and began sketching a basic design.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She looked up at the leaves of the cherry tree, trying desperately not to burst into tears, she wiped away the few that had escaped, pulling her knees to her chest and trying not to think about what had happened in the cafe", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She finished her sketches then went in search of Axel. Of course, it didn't take her very long to find the other girl. But she would not be recognized, as she was in her wolf form, with a pouch at her side to carry the drawings. She barked a greteting, padding up to Axel below the tree.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She tilted her head at the wolf, her brain already piecing it together, she blinked, trying to get the sudden headache away, she nods in greeting to the wolf, knowing it was Ryui", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She tilted her head but sat dosn, shaking the pouch off and nudging it over to Axel. Riyu then lay down and waited for Axel to look at the drawings and decide.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She looks at the pouch, getting the drawings out and looking through them, her eyes lighting up in wonder", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Her tail tapped the ground as she watched Alex look at the drawings.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "\"There so pretty\" She said, voice full of wonder as she looked through them, she picked one, eyes shining when she sowed it to Riyu \"This one\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" } ]

[ { "text": "She got up, following quickly, a hand to her head as she sorted through her jumbled thoughts picking a few out so that she could watch Riyu glassmake", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She trotted back to the studio and turned human, pullling the door, which had a 'push' sign on it, open and stepping inside.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She quickly followed, now having some memories cleared she could watch Riyu without having to worry about to much memories that night", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She let the door close behind Axel. She got a pair of gloves then turned to Axel. \"Can I have the pieces please?\" She holds out a gloved hand.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, gently taking the pieces out of the pouch and handing them to Riyu", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She took then and placed them in a pot on a nearby stove, melting them down. She indicated a rack of colored glass beads. \"Take your pick of colors. We probably don't have exact matches.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, finding some glass which was pretty close to what they had before, she gave them to Riyu", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She placed the colors into the pot then turned the stove on, watching the slow and satisfying melt for a moment before turning the stove to a lower setting and grabbing a pole from a near rack.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She watched, taking everything into memory", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "After a bit of working, she had recreated the vase based kn the drawjng Axel had chosen. She gently broke it off and set it on a towel, upsidedown, to imprint the studio's logo. \"I can bring it in tomorrow once it's cooled.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She looked at it in wonder \"It's beautiful!\" She said, eyes bright and glowing", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She nodded. \"Yeah. You should go. Im not exactly supposed to bring visitors.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, waving goodbye as she went out the door, she went back to the cherry tree", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She waved back then carefully put a straight crack in the glass without breaking it.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She laid under the tree, starting the painful process of clearing the unnecessary memories from her mind, as she did every night before sleep", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu eventually returned home, yet she would not sleep the night away. No, she sat down on the couch and watched TV, though her thoughts were compketely distracted.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She didn't get through all her thoughts when she passed out", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She remained awake until morning, when she got up, carefully packages the vase she had made the previous day, and make her way to the cafe.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She was still passed out under the cherry tree, she was going to be late for work", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She ordered a black coffee then sat down at that samw table and took out her laptop.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She woke up, cursing under her breath and rushing to the cafe, running in and going back into the counter, putting her apron on, her boss came over to yell at her for being late", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu had put her earbuds in and didn't notice this.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She quickly took orders with a few tears in her eyes she Gor a broom and began to sweep the floor, her movements fluid, as if she had been doing this her entire life", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She finally saw Axel and removed her earbuds. But she did not approach, just continued working on her laptop.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She finished sweeping, grabbing a mop and beginning to mop up a drink someone spilled", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu closed her laptop and looked around the cafe. By now, she had finished her coffee and was in the mood for another, but she didn't bother Axel.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She saw she was done with her coffee she walked over \"Would you like anything?\" She asked", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She shook her head. She had just recieved and urgent text from the studio's manager. \"No, I'm alright, thank you though.\" She responded.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, going off to clean up another spill", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She packed up her things, pauaing. \"Come by the studio later,\" she told Axel before making her leave.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, finishing wiping up the mess and doing other things, closing up at closing time and walking down to the studio", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "(Good Jesus! I'm sorry! Meant to comment in ooc!)", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Riyu was speaking to somebody outside the studio. She didn't notice Axel at first.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She paused, not sure if she should interrupt the conversation", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "The conversation ended quickly as the man she was talking to had noticed Axel. Riyu turned and beckoned Axel over. She had that same pouch at her side that she had earlier, but this time it had the vase she had made in it, carefully wrapped.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She walked over, glancing at the person Riyu had been talking to", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu took the packaged vase from the pouch, offering it to Axel. \"Here.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She smiled \"Is this the vase?\" She asked, eyes bright", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She nodded. \"Unwrap it. See if you like it,\" she replied.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She unwrapped it very carefully", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "The vase was beautiful, almost an exact replica of the broken one pattern-wise. Of course, it was shaped differently and the colors were much bolder.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She smiled happily, jumping up and down in excitement \"It's beautiful!\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu smiled. \"I'm glad you like it, my friend,\" she said, \"but do be careful. You don't want to drop it.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She stopped junping, nodding \"Ok, I'm going to bring it to the cafe right now!\" She smiled brightly", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "\"Good,\" Riyu's smile faded as she received another text. \"I need to go.\" She left without another word.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She frowned a bit, but shrugged it off as she went back to the cafe, smiling happily, some guys gossiped about her smiling _I've never seen her smile before_ _Neither have I! We might need to_ the rest was engulfed in snickers, she walked into the cafe, putting the vase back in its place", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu spent a while away, before heading in the direction of the cafe, though she did not really acknowledge where she had went.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "The guys had cornered her in a closet in the cafe, they started undressing her, one of them holding her hands above her head so they could do so, she was screaming and kicking at them, they started doing -stuff that I'm not going to type-", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu felt something was wrong and ducked into the cafe, keeping quiet. Her hand went to her knife and she went toward ths closet, pulling it open. \"Oh, now that's not very nice, is it boys?\" She snarled, eyes glowing red, ears pin ed back, and tail lashjng.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She was almost all the way undressed, her face red with blush, one of the guys was sucking on her t!t the other licking up her stomach, she looked like she was going to faint", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Upon seeing this, she grabbed the nearest and slit his throat, not giving him another chance. She pulled them all away from Axel and stood in front of her, growling. She debating wolfing out but decided against it for the moment. \"Naughty boys,\" she laughed, \"nauhty, naughty boys.\" This was a side she rarely displayed- the illusion of insanity easily pushed those standing against her away.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She dropped to her knees, breathing heavily and shallowly, she was shaking hard, the guys eyes widened when his friend was k!lled, he backed up", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She nodded toward the exit. \"Now's the part where you run,\" She laughed, brandishing the knife and stepping toward him. She would give him a chance, but he would still die to laying a dirty hand on Axel.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, managing to stand and run out, collapsing onto the ground outside of the cafe, it was midnight so nobody was outside, the guy ran away", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu followed Axel. \"That wasn't to you, Axel. You okay?\" She knelt beside Axel, wiping her knife clean on some nearby grass and sheathing it. The blood qould be gone by day. So would the body...", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She was shaking hard, clearly not ok, her pupils where extremely dilated and her breaths shallow and fast, she was still part naked, only having underwear on", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She went back inside and got Axel's clothes, coming bacm outside and placing them in front of the other girl. \"See, this is why men are fvcking assholes and I can hardly stand them,\" She mutters. She vowed to herself that now, Axel was not going anywhere without her nearby to intervene.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She put her clothes back on, and laid back on the ground, curling up, her brain for some reason trying to delete the memories of what had happened to her, and she was fighting with herself not to delete the memories in front of Riyu", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu turned away, turning wolf and laying down in the grass. \"You know, you're a really nice girl. Maybe we should hang out more often.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "\".... If you want..\" She said, her voice sounding AI like as her brain started to delete the memories", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu was slightly confused by Axel's change in voice but dismissed it. \"I think we should, but that's not up to me, my friend. No, that's your choice,\" Her tone took on that of being slightly protective, though it could be mistaked for a typical werewolf's territorial instincts.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "\".....\" She was going to say something, but then it was stopped by a agonizing pain of deleting a memory, her whole body breaking out into a cold sweat", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "That got her to turn, concern in her now dark red eyes. Her tail flicked, but she closed her eyes as she yawned, stretching. While doing so, she bopped Axel's shoulder. Her touch was gentle, worried even. But it was rapid and she lay back down without acknowledging it.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She couldn't really knowledge it as she was in horrible pain as she finished deleting the memories, this time, it made her weaker than usual, letting a fever take over her body as she passed out", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She grew concerned and turned human, picking Axel up and taking her to her den. Riyu laid Axel on the couch then became a wolf once more, taking on a perch atop the coffee table to watch over the other girl.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "Axel lay there, her eyes closed, as she was unconscious, her breaths shallow and fast, her body sweating although she was shivering, her skin was also hot to the touch", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu jumped down from the coffee table and dragged a blanket over Axel before resuming her perch. She could wait as long as she had to, and she would.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She coughs in her sleep, shifting with a groan", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu continued to watch without a sound or motion. She would keep waiting until Axel woke. She knew it seemed trivial, like typical werewolf territorial behavior, but she also knew it wasn't.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "Her eyes fluttered open, her hands wrapped around her rib area in pain", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu jumped off the table and sniffed Axel's face with a concerned whine. Her tail twitched as she sat in front of Axel, remaining in wolf form.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She winced heavily, her ribs hurting", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She watched Axel without a word, tilting her head.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She let out a small groan, curling up into a tight ball as she remembered all that had happened", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" } ]

[ { "text": "She woke up, cursing under her breath and rushing to the cafe, running in and going back into the counter, putting her apron on, her boss came over to yell at her for being late", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu had put her earbuds in and didn't notice this.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She quickly took orders with a few tears in her eyes she Gor a broom and began to sweep the floor, her movements fluid, as if she had been doing this her entire life", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She finally saw Axel and removed her earbuds. But she did not approach, just continued working on her laptop.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She finished sweeping, grabbing a mop and beginning to mop up a drink someone spilled", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu closed her laptop and looked around the cafe. By now, she had finished her coffee and was in the mood for another, but she didn't bother Axel.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She saw she was done with her coffee she walked over \"Would you like anything?\" She asked", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She shook her head. She had just recieved and urgent text from the studio's manager. \"No, I'm alright, thank you though.\" She responded.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, going off to clean up another spill", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She packed up her things, pauaing. \"Come by the studio later,\" she told Axel before making her leave.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, finishing wiping up the mess and doing other things, closing up at closing time and walking down to the studio", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "(Good Jesus! I'm sorry! Meant to comment in ooc!)", "username": "BaileyBlue302", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Riyu was speaking to somebody outside the studio. She didn't notice Axel at first.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She paused, not sure if she should interrupt the conversation", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "The conversation ended quickly as the man she was talking to had noticed Axel. Riyu turned and beckoned Axel over. She had that same pouch at her side that she had earlier, but this time it had the vase she had made in it, carefully wrapped.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She walked over, glancing at the person Riyu had been talking to", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu took the packaged vase from the pouch, offering it to Axel. \"Here.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She smiled \"Is this the vase?\" She asked, eyes bright", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She nodded. \"Unwrap it. See if you like it,\" she replied.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She unwrapped it very carefully", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "The vase was beautiful, almost an exact replica of the broken one pattern-wise. Of course, it was shaped differently and the colors were much bolder.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She smiled happily, jumping up and down in excitement \"It's beautiful!\"", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu smiled. \"I'm glad you like it, my friend,\" she said, \"but do be careful. You don't want to drop it.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She stopped junping, nodding \"Ok, I'm going to bring it to the cafe right now!\" She smiled brightly", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "\"Good,\" Riyu's smile faded as she received another text. \"I need to go.\" She left without another word.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She frowned a bit, but shrugged it off as she went back to the cafe, smiling happily, some guys gossiped about her smiling _I've never seen her smile before_ _Neither have I! We might need to_ the rest was engulfed in snickers, she walked into the cafe, putting the vase back in its place", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu spent a while away, before heading in the direction of the cafe, though she did not really acknowledge where she had went.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "The guys had cornered her in a closet in the cafe, they started undressing her, one of them holding her hands above her head so they could do so, she was screaming and kicking at them, they started doing -stuff that I'm not going to type-", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu felt something was wrong and ducked into the cafe, keeping quiet. Her hand went to her knife and she went toward ths closet, pulling it open. \"Oh, now that's not very nice, is it boys?\" She snarled, eyes glowing red, ears pin ed back, and tail lashjng.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She was almost all the way undressed, her face red with blush, one of the guys was sucking on her t!t the other licking up her stomach, she looked like she was going to faint", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Upon seeing this, she grabbed the nearest and slit his throat, not giving him another chance. She pulled them all away from Axel and stood in front of her, growling. She debating wolfing out but decided against it for the moment. \"Naughty boys,\" she laughed, \"nauhty, naughty boys.\" This was a side she rarely displayed- the illusion of insanity easily pushed those standing against her away.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She dropped to her knees, breathing heavily and shallowly, she was shaking hard, the guys eyes widened when his friend was k!lled, he backed up", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She nodded toward the exit. \"Now's the part where you run,\" She laughed, brandishing the knife and stepping toward him. She would give him a chance, but he would still die to laying a dirty hand on Axel.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She nodded, managing to stand and run out, collapsing onto the ground outside of the cafe, it was midnight so nobody was outside, the guy ran away", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu followed Axel. \"That wasn't to you, Axel. You okay?\" She knelt beside Axel, wiping her knife clean on some nearby grass and sheathing it. The blood qould be gone by day. So would the body...", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She was shaking hard, clearly not ok, her pupils where extremely dilated and her breaths shallow and fast, she was still part naked, only having underwear on", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She went back inside and got Axel's clothes, coming bacm outside and placing them in front of the other girl. \"See, this is why men are fvcking assholes and I can hardly stand them,\" She mutters. She vowed to herself that now, Axel was not going anywhere without her nearby to intervene.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She put her clothes back on, and laid back on the ground, curling up, her brain for some reason trying to delete the memories of what had happened to her, and she was fighting with herself not to delete the memories in front of Riyu", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu turned away, turning wolf and laying down in the grass. \"You know, you're a really nice girl. Maybe we should hang out more often.\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "\".... If you want..\" She said, her voice sounding AI like as her brain started to delete the memories", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu was slightly confused by Axel's change in voice but dismissed it. \"I think we should, but that's not up to me, my friend. No, that's your choice,\" Her tone took on that of being slightly protective, though it could be mistaked for a typical werewolf's territorial instincts.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "\".....\" She was going to say something, but then it was stopped by a agonizing pain of deleting a memory, her whole body breaking out into a cold sweat", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "That got her to turn, concern in her now dark red eyes. Her tail flicked, but she closed her eyes as she yawned, stretching. While doing so, she bopped Axel's shoulder. Her touch was gentle, worried even. But it was rapid and she lay back down without acknowledging it.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She couldn't really knowledge it as she was in horrible pain as she finished deleting the memories, this time, it made her weaker than usual, letting a fever take over her body as she passed out", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She grew concerned and turned human, picking Axel up and taking her to her den. Riyu laid Axel on the couch then became a wolf once more, taking on a perch atop the coffee table to watch over the other girl.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "Axel lay there, her eyes closed, as she was unconscious, her breaths shallow and fast, her body sweating although she was shivering, her skin was also hot to the touch", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu jumped down from the coffee table and dragged a blanket over Axel before resuming her perch. She could wait as long as she had to, and she would.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She coughs in her sleep, shifting with a groan", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu continued to watch without a sound or motion. She would keep waiting until Axel woke. She knew it seemed trivial, like typical werewolf territorial behavior, but she also knew it wasn't.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "Her eyes fluttered open, her hands wrapped around her rib area in pain", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "Riyu jumped off the table and sniffed Axel's face with a concerned whine. Her tail twitched as she sat in front of Axel, remaining in wolf form.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She winced heavily, her ribs hurting", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She watched Axel without a word, tilting her head.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She let out a small groan, curling up into a tight ball as she remembered all that had happened", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She uttered a quiet, wordless, woof. She nudged Axel's hand comfortingly, as she knew Axel was safe under her protection now. She debated asking if she could mark Axel so no other werewolves would dare harm her, or Vampires for that matter, but decided it was too soon. She would wait.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She soochted closer to Riyu, feeling safer because she was around, she groaned softly when she moved, her ribs hurt a lot, alone wth her head aching", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She hesitated a moment before getting up and getting some painkillers from the kitchen cabinet after turning human, also bringing Axel a glass of water. \"Here,\" was all she said as she offered them to Axel.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She sat up, dipping her head in thanks as she took the painkillers", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She nodded then sat down crosslegged on the coffee table. \"How are you feeling, other than the obvious?\" She asked after a moment.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "\"I'm.. Not really sure\" She said with a sigh, pulling her knees up to her chest, wincing when her legs touched her ribs", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "\"I see,\" She didn't see, but needed something to say so it wasn't too awkward. \"So... while you were resting I was thinking... do you want me to protect you so that can't happen again, among other things?\"", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She looked up at her, instantly feeling as of she had burdened the wolf hybrid \"I already caused you so much trouble..\" She mumbled", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She shook her head. \"A burden is somethong forced upon somebody. A friend is a choice,\" she replied simply.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She let a small smile onto her lips, she nodded to the earlier question", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She smiled then turned wolf, laying down on the coffee table, which was rather comfortable. She yawned, tired. But after a moment, she lifted her head and sniffed Axel's wrist, licking it a bit. She didn't like speaking in her wolf form, but she was still going to ask if she could mark Axel without speaking unless she had to.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She gently started to pet her, she would stop immediately if she was asked to stop", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "She allowed this for a while. It wasn't what she'd meant, but she admitted to herself that she slightly enjoyed this. Her tail said she more than a little enjoyed this, as it would flick for a while then still completely, then start wagging again.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She let herself smile a bit, her eyes shining happily", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" }, { "text": "After a few minutes of this, Riyu tilted her head and gently caught Axel's arm in her teeth. She uttered a questioning whine, careful not to hurt Axel, but even her gentle grip was strong. She flicked her tail and it settled as if forming a question mark. If she was going to protect Axel, she'd have to mark the other girl, but doing it without permission would probably cause more trouble than needed.", "username": "SoulStealer", "char_name": "Riyu Alar" }, { "text": "She looked at her, and nodded", "username": "DayzeeLewis1121", "char_name": "Axel" } ]