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7 yrs ago
So tired, sleep why do you spurn me?!
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Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.

Interested in an RP? Send me a PM and have a magically marvelous day!

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In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Aster Damien Luxiel
Location: Wyandotte County Lake Park
Skills: N/A


Aster laughed every time Jackson hit the ground, giving the new kid a rousing round of applause for the recovery and the amazing transformation. Watching Jackson hit the ground time after time was music to his ears and Aster made no effort to disguise that. “Aw, what would dear old daddy say if he knew his little kid was pouting over fair? Aster cooed at the Ares kid. The idea of anyone from the Ares cabin playing fair made him rolls his eyes. They were notorious for wanting to win at any cost and pushing fights and conflicts farther than necessary just for the fun of it. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to rile him up and throw him at the new kid. Very rarely did Aster regret his actions but he could see this going sideways very quickly, even if the kid could change shape at will.

“I’m hoping the new kid wins this. I want to be able to tell everyone when we get back." Aster grinned at the girl. "And for the record, I take no responsibility if Jackson gets his ass flattened--well, it can't get much flatter but you know what I mean--by the new kid. I was unaware we'd have rhinos trampling around. But with how excitedly he jumped into the fray, I think he might find more than a few friends among the brutes."
In Talrae Reborn → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


The Market was busy for such an early hour, plenty of laborers bringing shipments to and from the docks. Carts whipped to and from one side of the city to the other, mostly hand drawn but a few horses could be found amongst the crowd. The market itself was a bright display of colors, clothes and hides trading hands as quickly as fruit and vegetables. A few food items from Genesis lined the wealthier looking stands.

Willow made a quick round, checking signs and store names, before finally ducking into a moderate sized apothecary. She paused a moment, reading over Cece’s message and dismissed the image. The idea wasn’t a bad one, some extra Renn in the guild coffeer’s wouldn’t hurt but with the public disapproval of Datalink 66’s methods Willow was hesitant. Once someone lost the server’s approval in something, it took a lot to earn it back and this game lacked the privilege of server transfers as far as Willow was aware. It was worth considering but she might need some advice before continuing with that idea. If Zeke ever showed up, she’d have him do it and then just kick him from the guild in a show of solidarity with the Council but she could never find him.

The apothecary had a few individuals wandering the shop, various ingredients and potions labelled and bottled on shelves. An older woman in heavy glasses leaned on the counter as she went over a small list with a boy who nodded as she finished, dropped a small pouch of Renn on the table, and bolted out the door with a hurried goodbye. The woman’s tag read Valrene, Alchemist Trainer as she turned to Willow and those following her.

“Welcome, welcome!” Valrene waved at the trio, beckoning them closer. “You look like fresh faces ‘round here. What can I do for you folks?”

“We heard you needed help gathering supplies and we came to offer our assistance.” Willow responded as she approached the counter, eyeing some potions. If only she hadn’t spent all her Renn.

“Yes, yes! Running through my Welkin Gland supply. Nasty things but their poison can be used to make quite a number of remedies. I’ll need at least ten but I’m always pleased to pay for a few extra.” The alchemist spoke as she rummaged under the desk, pulling out a small scroll and rolling it open. A long tailed serpentine creature was depicted on it and a close up of the poison glands behind the fangs and a quick description on how to extract it. “Make sure they don’t get ruptured!”

Emergency Supplies
Gather 10 Welkin Poison Glands.
Return to Valrene for a reward.
Optional: 
Gather 10 Additional Glands.
Return to Valrene for a reward.

Valrene’s Bonus: Increased Drop Rate, Increased XP
Share with Guild?
Yes   No


“Is there anything else we need to know?” Willow asked as she accepted the quest and shared it with the guild.

“Hm, hm. You’ll need to be quick to kill them before you get coated with their vomit. The smell attracts other Welkin and can start a feeding frenzy if you aren’t careful!” Valrene explained cheerfully as she rolled her scroll up and stashed it away. “Good luck! You folk seem like you’ll do great!”

Willow stared at the woman blankly for a few moments, thoroughly disgusted with that information but pulled up the guild chat.

I have the quest from Valrene. Meet me at the bridge at the edge of town and we’ll strike out from there. Make sure your gear is in decent repair on the way out.


Meanwhile....

At the edge of the market, a young girl tried to catch the attention of various adventurers. A large basket was strapped to her back and with every person who ignored her, she grew clearly more distressed. She was in no way bad off, her clothes clean and well kept and she was clearly well groomed, but she shifted from foot to foot as she tried to catch one man’s attention but was pushed a few steps back. The girl, Nanlia, crouched for a moment with tears in her eyes.

“You’re such a sweet talker.” The woman, Farlie, tittered after their conversation. Her husband rolled his eyes fondly as he assisted another customer. “A silver off for a silvered tongue is only fair, don’t you think? 5 silver a piece rather than the normal 6 and if you like, I’ll throw some bananas fresh off the boat from these bothran’s homeland. A few days old but they’re perfectly ripe! Goes great with the cream the Verdant makes special.”

Acting Skill Points Gained: 2


Meanwhile…

Bidthorn’s Smithery was just as lively, loud and hot and full of workers. Various metals made their way in and out of the building, three large carts exchanging good with the shop and then on their way. Inside the shop proper was much quieter and several rows of cases displayed various items, ranging from horseshoes to weapons. A few suits of armor lined the walls. A balding man with a long braided beard stood behind the counter, weighing various bars of metal on a scale. Bidthorn looked up as Holly entered, squinting suspiciously.

“What’s a little lassie like you doin’ in mah shop?” Behind him, a massive hammer hung on the wall. Intricate patterns were carved into the handle and the dual sided hammer heads were emerald green.
In Of Blood and Magic → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay






“Maxwell Alderman… Aha, here we go.” The clerk pulled out a map of the housing areas and circled his new address. “All of your belongings have been relocated as well. Your partner was given both keys as well.”

“Mr. Spellman, both your keys are in count Astorio’s possession. We can issue you a new key if either of them were lost but it will take twenty four hours. I’ll have the request placed and you can pick it up at your convenience if you wish.”





The needle dropped delicately from her finger onto the surface of the record, taking just a moment to start playing. Soft piano notes floated out from the gramophone, a little scratchy with age, and she let herself indulge in the music. The quiet, desperate scratching of boots on the stone floor and the creaking of fingers, white knuckled and trembling, slowly splintering wood faded away into hazy memories of dappled warmth on her skin and the laughter of a family long gone, long replaced by time and responsibilities. So rarely did she let herself remember a time when the hunger never existed, a time when she thought the world was safe and happy, that demons were only fairy tales and monsters existed under the bed only in the imagination of the young.

But those were times best left where they were. Red eyes opened slowly as she focused on the world around her. She could feel her sister’s impatient gaze on her back, she could smell the fear in his withered heart, she could feel the desperation rolling off her previous student’s fingers as they scratched uselessly at Nox’s wrists. Letting out a long sigh, Ryner turned with a friendly smile on her face as she settled back into the chair in the cold room. A champagne flute sat on a small table next to her chair alongside a dossier and a plain cloth napkin. Count Lutheran sat across with fingers leaving indents in the wooden arms, staring past her at Nox whose hand covered Mariette’s mouth and kept her just on the tips of her toes. Before they’d invited Lutheran in, the girl remained docile and cooperative and that wouldn’t do. It ruined the ambiance after all. So Ryner murmured exactly why she was there and Nox sntached her up like a rag doll just as the Countess screamed and bolted for the door.

Ryner let Lutheran stew a while longer, picking up the dossier. She flipped it open, reviewing the documents about the murder of Count Dracul and the exile of his daughter Arianna, the disappearance of Ikelos, and the full investigation report of Mariette Eve and her family’s extended vacation. Each report made her feel worse, not because her sister and she have systematically destabilized the House but rather Lutheran forcing her hand this far. She’d forgiven his incompetence the first time and spoken politely about it the second time. She still needed Varis’s influence for the time being and with this many problems, the noble brat wouldn’t stay contently in the dark for much longer. She’d already dealt with a few unauthorized inquiries but there were bound to be more snakes in the garden if she didn’t get this under control. She snapped the folder shut.

“The Noila family isn’t in the habit of letting mistakes go unpunished, let alone three, Lutheran.” Ryner spoke conversationally, like she was inquiring about the weather. “I would like to remind you, my Mother’s favor secured you your position. Just a few words, a rumor here and there, and a leaked report would ruin you, Lutheran. You have so many enemies in the House, each one with a better handle on their affairs and the affairs of their factions." She let the folder fall open on the table next to her, angled so the other vampire could clearly see everything in it. She pulled a letter out of the back, clearly addressed to Count Benjamin Eve.

"Dracul's would-be usurper managed to get his hands on a piece of history about my territory that was not authorized for release. Rather than bring the Council to bear against him, I believe I'd like to bind his spawn to me. Do you think you're capable of ensuring that information makes it into his hands?" Ryner asked sweetly.

"W-well, Princess that's a little difficult." Lutheran laughed nervously at Ryner's questioning look. "See, Pierce doesn't take orders all that well and that's a very specific thing you want. May-maybe something I'm not supposed to know about. So I'm not real-"

Ryner’s finger traced the rim of the glass as he spoke. A faint cracking could be heard and a muffled blood curdling scream. Lutheran watched in horror as a member of his house bled from the temples as Nox crushed the little vampire’s skull. She was slow about it, pausing periodically to let the girl scream herself hoarse. Lutheran made to speak, a protest on his tongue, but Ryner pressed a finger to her lips. She raised the glass and Nox let Marienette’s blood drip steadily into it. Once Ryner waved her away, Nox crushed the vampire’s skull completely against the wall and took her place behind her older sister. Ryner swirled the glass, breathing in the metallic tang. Her smile never wavered.

“I’ve always preferred Noble blood. And it’s been far too long since I’ve been allowed to indulge.” Ryner drank long and deep from the glass, a pleased sigh following her tongue as it darted out to lap at the stain on her lower lip. Ryner’s eyes never left Lutheran’s as she sipped at it again and again and again, showing no sign of the usual sickness vampiric blood afflicted. She drained the glass with one last content sigh.

"Please forgive me, Lord Eve. Duty has demanded my attention beyond my appetite's patience.” Her eyes barely cleared, still bright red despite the meal. She picked up the napkin and blotted her mouth. “Now, you were saying?”

"Nothing to be concerned about. It will be arranged as you wish" He spoke shakily.

"I expect so. Take this." She tossed the letter into his lap and with the press of a button, the shackles unlocked. Lutheran stood on shaky legs and bowed before he took his leave as quickly as he could. Ryner waited until the door shut behind him before covering her mouth with the napkin and retching. Only a few drops of blood came up and she clicked her tongue irritably. Her Sire forced her to acclimate to the experience all those years ago. Apparently, it’d been far too long since she drank and made a mental note to continue doing so. Behind her, Nox also made her way to the door.

“Thank you for your help.” Ryner said as she stood, fetching her supplies to clean up the mess.

“Now I owe you nothing.” The other spat and slammed the door behind her. Ryner sighed as the display. She missed the nights they would spend together before they were driven apart. She chuckled at the memory of teaching the younger girl to ride, of teaching her how to loose an arrow and set a trap, of long nights of hide and seek deep in the woods shrugged off as survival exercises. Ryner thought she’d be a useful ally but Greta discovered her plans and twisted the girl against her. Ryner sighed again at an opportunity lost.

Staring at the rotting corpse of a hundred year old vampire, Ryner considered asking one of the servants to clean up after it. But doing so would add one more unknown variable that the other Houses or even her own Sire could pick apart and she had little interest involving more individuals that she already had. ROlling her sleeves up, she picked up a trash bag and a bucket and mop and set to work cleaning up the mess her fun had made.
In The Gifted - Concluded → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
James Kingston



Location: The Mutant Underground (Floor 1)
Skills: N/A



The name Shaw rang a bell, involved in a little bit of everything because they have the money to do it, but it didn’t put up anything concrete. Clearly, this Shaw guy didn’t like the Mutant Underground so he sent some people to blow it up. There was probably more to it, anytime any of these rich scheming folks did anything there was always a comical amount of layers to it, but James had caught his breath again. And for the first time since he was down here, he took a moment to look around. Mutants littered the ground, others caught in the crossfire of this insane attack, and James swore as he pushed himself to his feet. Other people―mostly children for God’s sake!―were hurt and here they were, talking about interrogating people.

“Can we split our attention for a bit? We’ve got injured people and if we want to find a new location, we need them on their feet first.” James asked as he made his way around the room. He spent enough energy handling the most serious issues as possible, getting people into good enough shape that they could move around safely. He felt himself shaking as he did, pushing himself right up to his limit. He’d need food and rest after this, an unfortunate consequence of his abilities. James hoped they’d have that luxury but in the few days he’d gotten himself into this mess, he somehow sincerely doubted it.



Requiem



Location: The Hellfire Club
Skills: N/A



Requiem closed the tap and dried his hands, careful not to irritate them further. The cool water would keep blisters from forming but he should get some antibacterial cream in addition. This entire situation was a headache, with the one person he managed to work against the thieves knocked out immediately. And on top of it, he had to work against the people who were supposedly working against the thieves in the first place. Ms.Frost’s ugliness showed its head at the worst time, forcing him to specifically deal with one person when he could have shut them all down instead and because of it, she was taken out of the fight. He wouldn’t linger here any further. He wanted to know exactly what possessed these idiots to pull this off. He stepped out of the restroom and watched Jinx pace around the room, kicking glass of all things.

“Stop that.” Requiem snapped, his patience at its limit as he limped into the room to get his suitcase. “Cool your hands in the restroom and then we’re leaving. We’ll be making a visit to Shaw to figure out what this girl wanted and where she is and then we’ll be retrieving the computer before they can wreak havoc with the information inside. An attack on our grounds is unacceptable and after today, I don’t trust the others to handle it.” Requiem pulled out his phone and dialed the extension for the janitorial staff, requesting a clean up service and the manager for the department to help set up repairs.
In ＦＩＮＡＬ ＦＡＮＴＡＳＹ Ｘ｜Ｖ： Ｔｈｅ Ｂｌｅｓｓｅｄ Ｔｗｅｌｖｅ → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Kajin popped out of his room at the hourglass, taking a moment the place he’d called home for the past three years. Hopefully everything would go smoothly and if they did, it would be the last night he’d stay. A twinge of sadness raced through him, almost enough to change his mind. He’d grown attached to the little spot in the corner when the wood creaked if it got too windy, the slight space underneath the window where the wood warped so sand got in sometimes, and the scorch mark he’d left (and personally paid to have replaced now that he was leaving) after the first fight with his brother when he arrived. There were so many things about this room he’d miss, even the things he loathed, but he knew when he made his choice this would happen. It was the price of change. Not one he cared to pay but one that must be nevertheless. With a flourish of his staff, he turned away from the closed door and made his way into the bustling Quicksand.

A familiar aroma made Kajin’s nose twitch and his belly grumble. The Quicksand was known for one thing out of all of Ul’dah: Buttered Crumpets. And they were just made fresh. He paused at the bottom of the steps from the Hourgalss, closing his eyes as he sniffed the air. In his three years here, he’d managed to learn the differences between most of the batches made and the ones Papasu made. She knew just how much butter to put in them. And by that, he meant she put as much butter as she could without ruining the recipe. He’d missed her last batch a few days ago but this time he’d feast. The thought made Kajin’s mouth water and he bolted for his favorite person, unabashedly smacking the blumbering people’s ankles as they got to close. They should keep a look out for him so a bruise would be a helpful reminder. He skidded to a halt just as Papasu finished bringing a round of drinks to a table.

“Four please!” Kajin shouted excitedly, practically vibrating at the thought of the crumpets. Papasu glanced at him confused for a moment and then laughed, patting Kajin on the head.

“Aye, aye, Kakajin. I figure you’ll take a mint lassi or two as well?” Kajin held up two fingers and then shuffled around in his coin purse for the gil. She took the coin and nodded. “Your normal spot is a little crowded so I won’t shoo you down if you sit on the edge. Don’t need you getting stomped on in all this ruckus.” Kajin stuck his tongue out at her but took her advice. The advertisement drew more people at this time than normal and Kajin was a bit on the short side. All it would take was a few people getting too rowdy and Kajin would be flatter than a marmot steak.
He knocked his heels against the little wall as he leaned against the railing, watching everyone get settled in. He thanked Papasu when she passed under with a tray and slid his order next to him and he munched on the crumpet. He sighed happily as it practically melted in his mouth, the smoothness soothing the building ache in his chest. It was just another thing he would be leaving behind, the familiar warmth of the Quicksand and the food it offered. Between his time with the adventuring guild and his responsibilities for the Eyes, he doubted he’d have as much free time as he’d enjoyed up until recently. A little voice that sounded suspiciously like his brother piped up in the back of his mind, threatening an “I told you so” and Kajin quickly refocused on the scene in front of him as a Hyur addressed the room.

In fact, I actually need help from you…


Kajin paused mid-sip at the phrase. He’d picked it up to give her a moment of privacy while she spoke, clearly distressed at what he could only assume was a loss. His own memories of the Calamity were stressful, full of horror and frustration and despair as they rushed around Eastern Thanalan saving as many people as they could from the chaos the world descended into, but personally he hadn’t lost anyone but he didn’t have to imagine. Day after day, he’d seen and heard as people's worlds were buried in the sand, as everything they thought they could believe in and trust were purified in ice and lightning and fire. Sometimes he could still hear the wailing. It was why he didn’t go home very much anymore.

He would have helped even if she hadn’t asked for it but all it took was that one phrase and he would throw everything he could behind her. His family was sworn to do it, an ancient oath that anyone who learned their arts took before their teachings, and all it took was a simple request and they would follow without hesitation. The weight of their shame fell on their shoulders. Only repenting would see the family happy in the afterlife. He raised his glass with the rousing exchange, piping in with an ecstatic “Aye, aye!” when the Miqo'te ended his rousing little speech.

And then the Pajdal spoke. Kajin literally spat out his drink at the sight of him, double a double take and then rubbing his eyes. He stared at the milk and mint drink for a long moment, squinting suspiciously. He didn’t smell anything out of place, it was refreshing and delicious as usual, but there was absolutely no way a Padjal was here. In Thanalan. They never left the Shroud. He tossed back the rest of his first drink, grabbed his last crumpet and his other cup, and inched closer. He’d heard stories of them, of ageless children working the wonders of White Magic, of children of the forest able to converse and quell nature’s anger with little more than a whisper. When he first heard of them, a barrage of questions spilled out of him mouth. They defied the very nature of aether, resisted the natural call of the aether of mortal souls back unto its basic form, and yet they existed much longer than they ought. Why did they live so long? How did they live so long? Did they consider their existence hypocritical as it broke the very cycles they sought to preserve? He’d never thought too long on them. After all, he didn’t have a subject to study, no one to discuss the finer points with.

But that all changed now.

Kajin scooted closer, hopping onto the pile of boxes and barrels that always seemed to crowd the back of the seating areas and down onto the floor with practiced ease before making his way to the Padjal’s table. He munched on his food, situation momentarily forgotten, as he took the time to just observe with wide, sparkling eyes. He wanted to touch but he would wait until after the meeting at the very least.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
James Kingston



Location: Human Resistance HQ, New York, New York
Skills: N/A



“If we can retrieve Klara in tandem with your stealth team, we’ll have three.” James ignored Max’s request, focusing wholeheartedly on the issue at hand. He sympathized with Max’s exhaustion but time was of the essence. Now that he knew this reality was a fraud, or at the very least somewhere he didn’t care for, he had very little issue dedicating himself to the task. If this had been home, James would have been asking a billion questions and probably still struggled to understand everything since there was just so much. But here, James was a Red Guard and he knew his training well. “And then we should use mixed methods. If Princess Wanda is the reason this entire situation exists, I imagine it would be relatively easy for her to track us so we’ll need to confuse her. If we fracture her attention and those of her allies, we have a higher chance of success.

“I can provide a list of some less known S.H.I.E.L.D. locations if you’d like. If we can follow up this attack on the Palace with concurrent assaults on sensitive locations, we might be able to keep them on the defensive long enough for the teams to find their targets, restore their memories, and return with little interference.” James offered. They wouldn’t even have to do much to make it look like that was the plan. S.H.I.E.L.D would be too distracted covering its operations to hunt them down for a few weeks at the very least. “It wouldn’t take much. A homemade explosive in a car driven into the staging location and since disruption is the goal, we can reduce casualties with a relatively low impact bomb placed during the quieter hours. Feed the press some anonymous information about the explosions being risky experiments sanctioned by the crown and you could elevate it to a political shit storm if put properly. I know its a lot of moving pieces but considering you just kicked the hornets nest, I doubt motivation is what you lack. It would barely take a few hours to plan but most of the fine tuning would have to be on the ground based on what they’ve changed since the first wave of Red Guard deserters.”
In Talrae Reborn → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




“Prome, vote at some point today please.” She worked her hardest to keep her tone even but there was still an edge to her words. What bliss, such idiotic igorance. But that wasn’t fair and she wasn’t going to let slip out anytime soon so she focused on finishing her food and chuckled at Holly’s comment. “What can I say, seven apples a day keeps the existential dread from sitting in.” She stood up as she finished, downing her water quickly, and slamming the tankard back on the table.

“I’m going to hunt down this second quest and then we’ll be heading out. Make sure your gear is in decent condition and you’re ready to take a few hits. Make sure you all eat enough. We should try and be beyond the walls as long as we can.” Willow grinned, excitement flaring up in her eyes. As horrible as the premise of the game was, Willow still loved fighting here. Sometimes she wished she picked a bit more of an aggressive class but she’d start picking up some damaging spells soon just get that sweet, sweet DPS going.

“Alright, I’m off! If anyone wants to join me, you’re more than welcome otherwise I’ll meet you down by the bridge in a bit and we’ll head off from there. Willow explained as she headed out with a wave.
In Of Blood and Magic → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay






“Put him in classes after this. Then you won’t have to think about him for a while.” Varis suggested as he sipped. He watched Eris intently as he took a sip, sighing internally once again as the actor barely displayed any interest beyond the norm in the drink. Fruit might not be the way to go. He’d find something drier next time and if it gets a positive reaction, he’ll continue in that direction. He frowned momentarily but let it go. It had only been twenty seven years; Varis still had the rest of eternity to find it. “As much as I loathe to say it, I agree with that prattling bore from Mortal Psychology. Cultivate the boy’s friends group. He’s probably a shut in. A few years of forced social interaction should develop some semblance of decency in him. I’ll even lend you the Starag boy for it if you need. An hour or so of regular interaction should get some of the boy’s personality rubbed off on your mage’s.”

“Before I forget…” Varis muttered to himself as he checked his phone, putting it away again and walking over to place the extra key on the counter. He returned to his spot on the couch and nodded at the wine glass. “Finish your blood. I still have to handle a few affairs with the boy and I need you in position when he returns. So far he’s been a disappointment. We’ll see how well he faired today. I’m projecting maybe another two hundred lines and at least one correction on his first apology letter. His performance in his affinity class was abysmal.” His performance with the Spellman was at least. The boy had two years of training; Varis wasn’t interested in watching a piece of rock glow for a period but the tension between the two had been palpable and the Count expected better social skills from someone of the boy’s pedigree.





“Give us just a- Eva, break this fucking thing already- second! Got some grade A douchebaggery in here.” “Hannah” yelled back. Muffled muttering and shuffling came from the room and then a loud shrieking sound as metal protested being ripped apart. More muffled muttering and “Hannah” walked out of the room, metal bars with jagged ends whipping past her and burying themselves in a rough circle in a rough cage. Evalyn came out with torn and shredded bedding, eyes pure black as she tossed them into the circle.

“Apparently, he wasn’t even allowed a proper bed. She gave him some sheets and blankets as padding and made him sleep in a cage.” Venom dripped from her words, clearly seething at the situation. She tossed a small coin at “Hannah” and pulled out a small bottle of liquid, unstoppering it and emptying it over the pile. The smell of oil permeated the air while “Hannah” muttered once more and the coin lifted off her hand, spinning lazily.

“Light this shit up and bolt out into the woods. The school will be here within thirty seconds of the alarm ringing so we won’t have much time. We’ll circle back around and go our separate ways once we are clear.” Evalyn said as she quickly stepped back and opened the sliding glass door. The sound of people chatting and laughing drifted in.





“Welcome in!” The same clerk said as the group entered. He looked up from his computer screen and blinked, confused for a moment. “Or welcome back I should say to some.” The other two ladies looked up as well and greeted the group, watching expectantly.
In - Fragmented - (dead; stay tuned for the next one!) → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Lera






Relief flooded Jacob as they swapped phone numbers. It was international so he’d have to check with his phone plan to see if he’d be hit with insane fees but a few messages would be okay. He inserted all her information, contact name Lera (Valeryia), in his phone and nearly closed it before he fumbled the device for a moment, caught between putting it away and opening the camera app.

“Hey, do you mind if I take a picture? I like to have them for my contacts.” Jacob asked, a little hesitant. Lera was a bit withdrawn so if she didn’t want to, he wouldn’t pressure her. “If you don’t want to, want to pick a picture for you from the default images?”

“Hey, at least it shouldn’t be too hard to find you on my phone, I don’t have too many contacts.” She grinned sheepishly up at him as finished inputting his number into her phone. She wasn’t lying either, he was her third contact. The first being two humanitarian aid workers who’d made sure that she had their number in case … well something happened. “It’s nice to have something more here …”

And then he asked for her picture. Suddenly she was a whole lot less sure about swapping numbers. It wasn’t that she was camera shy … it just felt weird … like she was getting a bit too close….

Then why did it feel so … right to do so? “S...sure, you can take a picture if you’d like!”

“Awesome.” Jacob grinned as clicked his tongue in time with the shutter noise his phone made, an unconscious habit from playing with a metronome. He set the picture as her contact phone and tucked the device away again. “Well, you have the perfect opportunity to add more this week if that’s something you want to do. Plus, your soulmate hopefully!” He fidgeted for a moment. He wanted to ask how she felt about all this. He knew he was eager, his history with the Lost the primary motivation, but finding someone who fills that empty spot, that yearning nothing would satisfy, made him giddy and excited. But also terrified he’d never find them.

“So, uh, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but how do you feel about this whole soulmate business?” Jacob asked, deciding to jump in with both feet.
She shuffled her feet, not through worry, or being uncomfortable, that would only come after his big question. No this was more out of having something to do while she thought on something to say. Before even talking to Jacob, Lera had been positive that she wouldn’t want anything to do with anyone at this party, that getting attached to anyone enough to add them as a contact was something so alien and yet … here she was, swapping numbers with someone she’d barely even met. “I guess … I guess so…”

“M...my soulmate?” Valeryia was now truly lost for words and it showed. Her face had become noticeably more withdrawn and the mechanical fist, could be seen clenching and unclenching behind the layer of useless bandages. It was an easy answer and yet try as she might it just wouldn’t roll off the edge of her tongue.

Because really, how could she admit that it made her more scared than she had ever possibly thought she could be. That she’d lost everything before and now there was a chance for there to be someone out there she’d be so attached to again, someone who’d make her go through the whole thing again. Someone who … “I … I’m not sure, I mean, I don’t even know if I’m fragmented and … well …”

She paused for a second, then continued in, barely in a whisper. “I’m a bit worried to be honest …”

Jacob wanted to smack himself in the face. Outstanding move. Make the person who you could hang out at this party feel uncomfortable as shit. He was used to discussing it but that didn’t mean everyone was. Admittedly, he assumed everyone here was at least willing to acknowledge it but he shouldn’t have jumped into such a heavy topic so quickly. He noticed the hand clenching and a light bulb went off in his head. Maybe she hadn’t ever seen the mark? Perhaps she had been born without the arm. That was the only explanation that he could think of why she would never see the black band. Oh man, he really mess this up.

“Well, someone knows you are. You got invited here after all.” Jacob tried to stay upbeat and positive when all he wanted to do was apologize and slink off to berate himself, hoping that thing in retail training is true. Fake it til you make it though, right? “And hey, even if you aren’t, we’re friends! We can chill around the place while everyone goes around touching each other. I didn’t mean to over step.” He apologized.

Her eyes mostly stayed glued to the floor, it felt like the most comfortable place to keep them really. At least that way she didn’t have to properly look Jacob in the eye while speaking about it, he wouldn’t have to know just how much she was hiding. Yet every so often they did peek upwards, glancing from between messy strands of hair that had flopped down over her face, covering much her vision and they’d catch a glimpse of Jacob … and each time, she’d feel just a bit more comfortable.

“I guess so… after all these twins have been reunited all of their lives, it must give some insight … right?” Her human hand moved upwards to push some of the wayward locks of hair out of her face and she gave him her first proper smile, it was a weak one, the corners of her mouth barely twitching upwards, but it was a smile nonetheless. “No … no, you didn’t overstep … I … I just haven’t talked to anyone about it before, I never had to think about it much … But walking around with you feels nice! After all we’re friends.”

“Well, I have plenty of experience, so now's the best time to talk.” Jacob chuckle, a twinge of bitterness seeping into the sound. He had years of discussing it, mostly on the “patient” side of a therapist’s desk. Jacob would be the first to extol its virtues but it didn’t mean he could resent the fact he needed it in the first place. “I’m glad I’m not the only one enjoying the company.” He returned the smile with one of his own.

“When I got this letter, I couldn’t reply fast enough. The idea of becoming Lost…” An involuntary shiver ran down his spine. “Isn’t ideal. But now that I’m here, I had to butt into a group’s conversation about soccer and then destroy more than my net worth in glass to get a conversation started. I guess it’s all a little more nerve wracking than I thought.”

"I …" She stuttered slightly, after all, Jacob was someone she could talk to, she didn't want to be scaring him off with stories from the war. Even with every lie she told herself, it didn't stop the screams at night. She couldn't drag Jacob into that, he didn't deserve it. "Thank you, if you'd like … we could discuss it later… for now I just wanna keep chatting … you know? Being friends."

It was such a strange word to her, friend ... after everything she'd gone through she'd never thought it would fit someone again and yet … somehow Jacob just seemed to fit it perfectly. "But at least smashing some glass helped us meet right?"

“Yep!" Jacob went to nudge her with his shoulder, the way he did with Christopher when they were talking, but he stopped himself before he moved too far. Right, she hadn't wanted to shake hands. He had to be aware of his actions here. Otherwise, it would end up just like the glass situation.

Still grinning slightly Lera noticed the way Jacob backed off slightly. She’d really lucked out in meeting him, not only did it just feel … well right to chat to him, someone totally unrelated to her past, but he seemed to be quite considerate too. Although if she didn’t say something soon, it felt like the conversation would stall, that he might drift away .. “Hey … uhh … wanna grab a drink?”

"I could go for something. I think we both know I don't need anymore alcohol at the very least. Maybe they'll have a virgin piña colada." Jacob loved piña coladas but secretly, he liked them only without alcohol. Why would you ruin such a delicious drink with something that tastes so weird? Maybe it was childish but it made him happy. Plus, his dad hated pineapple so they never had it at home. He had to get his pineapple fix somewhere! "Can't ever go wrong with a classic right?" Jacob led the way through the crowd to the nearest bar, a little crowded but it would do. He didn't plan to linger long personally. "What's your choice of poison?"

“A virgin what now?” She was sure, deep down in her memory, she’d heard the name before, yet to Lera a cocktail sounded such a weird and alien thing. Of course as soon as he headed off, she’d trail behind him, eyes surveying the crowd for any suspicious movement, anything that’d trigger her little defence mechanisms. As it happened nothing did. “I … I don’t really know many of the choices here … could you pick for me?”
In Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Aster Damien Luxiel
Location: Wyandotte County Lake Park
Skills: N/A


“Solid round of originality.” Aster clapped sarcastically at the taunt. Aries kids weren’t known for their creativity outside the pit but Jackson was too much. Chicken, really? Aster was almost insulted with how little effort Jackson seemed to be putting into these. “But I think I’ll sit out. While you can only improve on hideous, Aster shot Jackson a pointed look. “I won’t have my complexion scarred over a silly sparring match. It’s much more fun to watch a wild card match than participate in one anyways.” Aster laughed, turning to watch. He hoped the newbie kicked Jackson’s ass. At the very least, it might save Aster the trouble of his counter plan in the event Jackson really did try something. Maybe if he suffered a humiliating defeat, some of that annoyance wouldn’t be directed at him anymore.

Aster grimaced as Demteri practically threw himself to the ground. Another reason he had no interest in hand to hand combat: dirt. He could appreciate how people might find it an attractive look. Sweat and dirt caked on someone working hard and all that nonsense but Aster had zero interest in being the one covered in it. Anyone who loved themselves would feel the same way and Aster didn’t spend hours a week on skin care routines to mess it all up. Sure, he could glamour it away but what if he forgot or it didn’t come out the way he wanted? If it all fell away and he was left looking like a mess? That was humiliation he couldn’t stand. That’s why he was so meticulous about it. He wouldn’t be caught dead as anything less than perfect.

“Come on, less asking, more stabbing! You won’t know until you try!” Aster replied in a happy singsong voice, neglecting to answer the question. Let Demetri be a little nervous; it was all just good fun anyways. For Aster at least.
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