BayRat

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

Drake, in his unprofessional and casual attire looked back at her feeling a bit relieved in her statement. "Guess we all get our hands dirty from time to time, Your name was joy right? Or was it hope or something?" He asked deciding to be blunt about his forgetful behavior. In the meanwhile he also glanced at the rest of the employees, perhaps we would finally be tasked with something exciting. The thought of battling monsters and such was a certain joy for him to be apart of, whether it be his hunts as a child or his beastly powers manifesting in emotion.

Beneath his brown cowl his white shirt and black pants were tattered with chips of wood and more ash, the markings of a lumberjack no doubt, which were perhaps the majority of the source of his campfire scent. A thought of disappointment filled him, he forgot his axe and armor, something that would be fun to test out in actual combat instead of inanimate trees. Perhaps he would have time to snag it on the way to wherever they were going, if we were even tasked with such a job.

Fairy Tail

I'd slowly walk up to in front of the guild among others participating in the guild. Today was the day I could finally prove my salt, and fit in within society. Staff in hand, I would seem to pray as I was in the back of the crowd, though in reality I was speaking thoughts to my spirit dragon, Kilgarrah, himself. He seemed to chide me over this matter, though his voice has yet to be exposed outside of my head.

Fairy Tail

@KatherinWinterparticipating

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

@HeirloomRoses

Drake didn't take notice that his hair was still laced with soote and ash, and her pinching the smoking residue of my hair out embarrassed him to some degree. "Ah sorry about that! I was up well uh, training all night and morning." He would continue to dust his hair out a bit before pulling the hood back over his head. "Its hard not to burn things when it gets so cold out." He defended, before changing the subject completely, "Your the one that brings in all the food right? do you have any left?" He still struggled to remember her name, guess sleep deprivation has its toll on remembering such things.

Drake would then take a seat next to her as he glanced at the vampires conversing, assuming that they'd probably talk about the best blood in town or whatever. Fang faces, as Drake liked to call them, weren't exactly his favorites of creatures. He loved savage monsters and creatures of myth with raw power and a wild nature. Though vampires are certainly tough, they're shady and aren't really the type of beasts that Drake appreciates. Though they served entertaining at some points, and fighting a vampire has always been something he wanted to do. Of course rookies like Drake dream of such fantasies, what were the odds he'd ever get to fight with a vampire, let alone defeat one.

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

@Wraithblade6

"haha, you want to burn things?" Drake grinned at the fang face, perked up at his offer to learn about the craft of fire. As he walked in with the vampire to the rest of the co workers, it dawned on him that he still doesn't remember everyone. He hadn't been working too long, and of course staying up so late and not paying attention at work didn't help his predicament, there also appeared to be a second vampire, or maybe he was just some weird guy that looks like a vampire, who knows. He smiled awkwardly, though tried to play it off as if he knew everyone for years. He recognized the well dressed lady as he recalled her often bringing in food, but like almost everyone else he couldn't remember her name, it was just on the tip of his tongue. "Hey everyone, hows it going!"

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

@Wraithblade6

With blurry eyes Drake tried to focus as the near-sleeping trance was broken by the presence of someone else. However before he could even fully process it, he saw food, the distinct smell of the muffin now mere inches away from him. As he took hold of the breakfast item, he noticed the pale, strange hand, and looked up to find the co-worker vampire himself, or at least he gave Drake the impression of a vampire. "Mithias, right?" Drake spoke with a weary look of exhaustion, he smelt of charcoal and wood, which wasn't exactly a pleasant scent unless you happened to love the outdoor, happened to be a pyromaniac, or had some weird fetish with trees or burning things. Above all else he was clearly deprived of sleep and beating with sweat, evident by his moistened skin and bags under his eyes.

Getting up, now motivated with the trapping aroma of food, he kept eye contact with Mithias. "How long was I out?" he said before taking a bite out of his breakfast. it had just occurred to him that they were the only ones there in the lobby. "Is there a meeting?"

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

It came to Drake's attention, albeit still lying on the floor of the lobby, that he forgot his axe in the woods in his rush to get here. That didn't matter, after all the odds of someone finding it was minimal, and no ordinary person would be able to carry it anyway. However the lack of sleep, cold air outside, and his exhaustion made his desire to get up or even move nonexistent. He couldn't tell if there was anyone even in the lobby but he could hear the various familiar voices of his co-workers conversing to some extent. Why waste the energy to get up then? after all he could hear anything important, and it seemed pointless to get up and get into the business of others. It was so easy to blend in, like a chameleon, except a body lying on the ground may be hard to not notice, his still and silent behavior at least didn't draw any attention to himself instantly. Perhaps it is strange to be in such a position, in a work building no less, but this wasn't your everyday office or your average joes looking at computer screens and re-evaluating company assets, no this was a place filled with weirdos and magic and all that. Hell we have at least one vampire working in the business.

The smell of muffins and donuts were enticing, but Drake still refused to give in to well, doing something as simple as standing up and socializing. Regardless of how hungry he got, the longer he laid there in exhaustion the more stubborn he got with his situation. Like a seed planting itself in soil. He can hear the mumbled conversations of the others more so, none of which was his business so he didn't bother to tune in to them. Despite the floor being, well, the last place anyone would want to sleep upon, Drake could feel his eyes getting heavy, the numbness from outdoor weather fading with room temperature comfort and the adrenaline that had lasted him through his marathon of getting to the office wearing off.

Children of Aton - Demigod RP [Recruiting!]

@Vahir welp time to edit my post completely!

Children of Aton - Demigod RP [Recruiting!]

I stopped, spitting out the guard who was either Dead or unconscience from his condition. I was lost, which doesn't suprise me in the slightest as I have no wings to soar above the land anymore. Nonetheless, I had to persevere. The Wilds I was lost in was unchanged, or at least, its heart was. But I had no people to return to, no territory to dwell in. My legacy has been erased due to my absence. I wished to speak to my sister, the one who caused it all. I wished for no bloodshed, no petty vengeance. Perhaps if I was realized I would have nothing more then to slay my former ally in honorable combat, but now that thought has passed. Negativity gone. Besides she just wanted to protect the mortals, even if the idea was selfish and foolish, it was in good heart. Or at least I hoped it did. Still, such notions are futile, men and women die, regardless of what you keep away from them.

I looked to the motionless, saliva ridden guard. I made a promise I would get him out alive for his services, I refuse to believe he gave me faulty guidance out of malice. I'd shrink back into my human form, grabbing the man by the back and gently rested him over me. The saliva helped his wounds stop bleeding, but he was still in critical condition. I would gather various plants and would wrap them around his major wounds and cuts to the best of my ability. The work was shoddy, but enough to prevent later bleeding. I didn't know how to check for a pulse, so I had faith he was still alive. I decided to rest in the wilderness with him in the meantime, with a strike of my lance I would send a tree severed from its base and onto the forest floor. I'd begin to make various logs of wood from the fallen tree, then stacked it, and lit it on fire with a mere breathe of fire. after it started burning up, I'd rest the stranger comfortably near the bonfire, then I would take a seat myself on the top of the wood, my entire body becoming engulfed in flames. Such heat was comfortable, and I would begin to doze off in a sitting position, as smoke and fire towering into the forest.

One Piece: Grand Age of Piracy

Interested.