Aurkanthis

Misfits: Rise of the Delinquents (Closed)

I'm not sure order matters too much as long as it serves the narrative. Whenever you can is fine by me though regardless

Misfits: Rise of the Delinquents (Closed)

Muy bien.

Misfits: Rise of the Delinquents (Closed)

I do have the Hulus... >_>

Misfits: Rise of the Delinquents (Closed)

I gotta watch the source material soon. IDK how TF I missed it all my life.

Underworld: Forgotten

I meant to say soemthing but it's all good. Love the dawg. XD

Underworld: Forgotten

EYYYYYyyyy, there she it! <3

Underworld: Forgotten

You're goood!

Underworld: Forgotten

Did you forget to put your character in the char thread @Adeline? =P

The Hollow: a Pixie Hollow inspired roleplay

🌿 🔥 Caelum Emberhart 🔥 🌿

Caelum let out a silent breath. There was now at least a slight release of tension. Once they returned here, however…

He nodded to Idris and started for the door. Looking about, he found Magnolia. She seemed distraught—no doubt lost in some very bleak thoughts and fears. Seeing as they were going the same way, he fluttered over beside her on the whisper of his moth-like wings, offering a gentle smile as he arrived.

The sparrow had planned to say something, but nothing had come to him by the time he fell in beside her. What on Earth was there to say? Any phrase he might have said would have felt empty or trite.

Instead, Caelum offered no words—only his presence, steady and sure. His silence carried what words could not.

Misfits: Rise of the Delinquents (Closed)

ᚠᚢᚦ Aksel ᚱᚴᚾ

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He continued his awkward slog to the community center, eventually finding the right rhythm to balance speed of progress with keeping the French girl’s head from bouncing about too much. Aksel was tall, though not especially muscular. He probably looked ridiculous, but right now he couldn’t care less. He felt like shit regardless, and this poor girl probably had a concussion.

There suddenly was a strange... sensation?

Aksel faltered slightly as the sudden shift made him feel even more off than he already felt. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, but it was not like anything he'd experienced before. It immediately started to grow. It grew steadily until—

“What happened?”

The girl had begun to stir in his arms. Aksel glanced down at her. She had decided to keep her eyes closed, though he hoped she wouldn’t fall asleep. He figured talking might tether her to the moment. But why was he suddenly feeling so confused and disoriented? He had every right to be, but this was so sudden and until now he felt he was handling the situation fairly well.

“You—” He tried to answer her while struggling with the sensation that had suddenly come over him. He tried again a moment later.

“Something… knocked you out… all of us, actually,” Aksel finally got out in his Norwegian lilt. He stole another glance at her. She still seemed conscious. “You might have a concussion. So, please, let me know if you feel sleepy. I will do what I can to help you stay awake.”

The group was drawing closer together as everyone neared the center. He imagined everyone would change and get the fuck out of there.

"Is she going to be okay? Do you need help bringing her inside?" Prince asked as Aksel got closer.

“I have her,” Aksel said. “But if someone could hold the door, and help me find a couch or something… I think we might want to call an ambulance or something.” Aksel looked down with a worried glance at his precious cargo. He lowered his voice. “She was struck in the head well before… that happened.”

Aksel focused back on the girl. That weird feeling that came as she was coming to… it was making him extra uneasy now. Something about the timing, the shift in the air, the way his chest tightened—it was showing on his face. Maybe it was just adrenaline. Maybe it was something else. Whatever it was, it was probably why Prince had offered help, and Aksel was glad for it. For now he—

Dialogue.

He had been distracted, but he recalled the need to keep her talking. He didn’t know what else to do—but this felt right. Words. Connection. Something real.

“How are you feeling? Uh—your name. Can you tell me your name? And maybe something you remember from before waking up just now? Anything at all. Whatever comes to mind.”