Blue Demon

~ Small Group or 1x1 Casual-High Cas

I might possibly be interested also in the Elemental RP.

Of Steam and Souls

Haha. Shigetoshi will give it his best shot though.

Of Steam and Souls

Shigetoshi couldn't help but watch as Tatsuki climbed out of the spring. Though he did turn away to give the younger man privacy and to curtail certain desires that arose. Instead he focused on what the other man had said. A magic trick? Entertaining? Shigetoshi found himself imagining things that probably would never happen. He can't help but obey when he's told to close his eyes with a small: "Okay". He didn't bother counting to five because the image of being kissed shoved it away. Did Tatsuki have soft lips, Shigetoshi wondered happily. After a long moment passed and nothing happened, a strong uncomfortable feeling started working it's way into his stomach. He opened his eyes and to his disappointment found himself alone.

Tatsuki had run away. Shigetoshi rubbed his eyes against the feeling of acute disappointment. He hadn't even heard him leave. Did he go back over the fence? He couldn't have gone through his room because Shigetoshi would have heard the door slide. The young Innkeeper hunched his shoulders against the cold night and retreated to his room. That'd teach him for assuming. He probably freaked Tatsuki out something terribly. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off then crawled into bed. Tomorrow, he vowed, he would ignore the other man to the best of his ability. He had a job to do and a pretty face wasn't going to interfere with it anymore. He was a professional.

The rest of the night passed slowly and sleeplessly. Soon enough he gave up on sleep and dressed and started on getting breakfast ready. When the preparations were complete, there was still time before the food needed to be cooked, so he began to clean with an intensity that even sent the dirt scurrying for safety.

Fortunate Soul [Blue and Micosil]

Bridgette's bottom hit the ground hard, but that didn't stop her. She scurried backwards as her friend approached. Everything was wrong, wrong, wrong. A completely ration part of her mind whirred about trying to figure out what was happening. She knew subconsciously that magic had to be involved. There really wasn't another explanation. Magic was openly practiced in Europe. In fact those who could do magic were respected by those that couldn't. Technology and magic were two different sides of the same coin. Everyone used items that used magic or electricity, it was so common no one really thought about it.

The majority of people couldn't do magic. And the majority of those people had never seen magic done, for most of the art was far too subtle for most to even realize it had been done. Needless to say poor Bridgette wasn't really getting what was happening to her. Even when Nadia raised her hand and dropped it, the knowledge of the action far escaped the redhead's comprehension.

The pain did not however. Bridgette opened her mouth to scream, but the sound got stuck in her throat as every fiber in her body cried out in pain. She grasped at her chest which was now bleeding. The red blood flowed freely down her torso and onto the hard wood floor. Her hands scrabbled in vain to try and stop the bleeding. All the while Nadia smiled over her, her hand raising again.

Bridgette closed her eyes tightly at the sight. She was going to die. It was over. Her life was finished before her twenty-first birthday. Then something made a loud noise. Bridgette tried to open her eyes but they were so heavy. And she was so tired. Another sound threatened to wake her. But it was far off and none of her concern anymore. Everything was fuzzy around the edges and she didn't want to do this anymore.

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What had been Nadia raised his, no, her hand to finish the girl before him. As he, she, dropped her hand his power fleed. Wisps of it dropped away like water down a crevice. He gasped and staggered as her magic failed. Had he pushed himself too much too fast? There would be time enough later for that. Everything around him was foreign, Even his womanly body. He forced her legs up to support him as shouting came from down stairs. He lips curled back into a snarl. It was time for a strategic retreat.

The Warlock allowed the girl's legs to lay him on the ground and he closed his eyes, as if she too had been attacked. When a door opened somewhere near, he heard a small cry from a woman. He had to force himself not to smile. Voices in a familiar tone chatted nervously about how to save the red haired girl, the only witness to what had happened. Could he trust them? Doubtful. So she kept her eyes shut, biding time until he could escape. Within minutes the man took away the girl apparently named Bridgette to run her off to the hospital.

The woman, who was the girl's body's mother, remained. As she cried it was easy enough to grab a cylindrical object and his the woman over the head. His eyes opened and he smiled at the prone woman. He reached over to steal her life force, her hand closing in on her heart, Then, another sound. He Warlock hissed, a reptilian sound. He gathered his frail feminine body and crawled through the hatch in the floor and into the main part of the house.

[Shadowrun] Sprawl Stories (Accepting new players!)

Hey Shadowman215, unfortunately we've called this one. It's dead as a door nail.

Fantastical Sky Pirates! (A Steampunk/Fantasy RP Interest Check)

Glad to be of service. *bows*

I'm getting excited for this one. :D

Fantastical Sky Pirates! (A Steampunk/Fantasy RP Interest Check)

Well, if you really wanted to lower the amount of jobs I have an idea. Since it's steampunk, maybe we can have automatons that can fill in some positions and eliminate the need for a character to fill it, but still leaving the position intact.

Fortunate Soul [Blue and Micosil]

Bridgette and Nadia perched on an old sofa in Nadia's attic. The two girl's heads were pressed together as they looked through an old photo album. The attic was floor to ceiling with stuff. Just stuff everywhere. Even the sofa they were sitting on had stuff they too were sitting on. Or stuff that had fallen into their laps from precarious piles. Nadia's family were hoarders. They had moved to Europe from Egypt almost two generations ago and had piled everything they didn't need in the attic and left it. Nadia had discovered years ago that her parent didn't care that she went through the old stuff, as long as she didn't ruin anything. Bridgette had soon joined her friend in rustling through the old belongings.

Bridgette didn't care much for history. But she didn't have the best home life. Her mother wasn't really in the picture. Her father was always off on 'business trips', a.k.a. he was doing his secretary, and it left her alone with her elder brothers. There were two of them, twins and both disliked Bridgette. It was almost a given because they were both ten years older than her, and half siblings to boot. So, as soon as she could she spent as much time away as possible. Not that anyone noticed.

"And this one." Nadia pointed at a man with a ridiculous triangle goatee and pencil mustache. The two girls erupted into peals of laughter. Nadia's threw back her head, her dark brown hair cascading down her back, a lovely contrast to her light mocha colored skin. Nadia was a direct contrast to Bridgette who had red hair, the mass of freckles and pale skin.

"He looks like a creeper." Bridgette said still laughing. The twenty year old pretended to stroke her own mustache which set Nadia off again. Finally the two girls wound down out of laughter. Nadia shut the album and looked around. By this time they had explored almost everything. However the two were not to be deterred. Nadia checked her watch really quick, her black eyes watching the dial.

"We still have a few minutes before dinner." The other girl pointed out. Even since Bridgette started spending more time at Nadia's her parents had taken to feeding her and to letting her stay the night as often as she wanted. It was like a real family, almost.

Bridgette tapped her lips and looked thoughtful. "There." She finally pointed to a section they hadn't explored. And soon the two girls descended upon it. Boxes were opened, papers ruffled through, more photos were uncovered. Bridgette seized a lovely piece of jewelry, completely fake, that she passed off to Nadia who now wore it around her neck. Then, a black box appeared. It was old and scuffed. Bridgette reached for it only to be thwarted by Nadia who cried: "Dibs" and snatched it off the ground. Both girls held their breath as Nadia opened the box. Images of jewels and valuables danced through their mind.

"Dang." Nadia said as she peered into the box. Bridgette craned her neck to see what it was.

"A rock?" Bridgette asked in disbelief.

"An ugly rock." Nadia specified. And indeed it was. It was rough and obviously a common stone that someone had just picked off the ground. Nadia huffed. "Not gold."

"Or gems." Bridgette agreed.

"Or money." Nadia supplied with a smirk.

"Or steamy love letters." Bridgette wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Bridge!" Nadia shoved her friend with a faked look of horror. "How could you?" Nadia cried in a voice she tried to make condemning, but ended up laughing instead.

"You know you thought it too." Bridgette asserted over the sound of laughter. She folded her arms and tried to look offended, but failed by smiling instead. "Dinner?" She finally asked once her friend stopped to breathe.

"Sure. In a second." Nadia turned her attention back to the box. "Maybe there's hidden treasure." Her voice dropped to low and husky.

"Well, I'm hungry." Bridgette said as she stood and made her way carefully to the exit in the floor. She was almost there when Nadia made a noise.

"Ah." Nadia sighed in pleasure. Bridgette turned around at the oddity of it all. When she looked upon Nadia again, she noticed right off that something was wrong. Sure it still looked like Nadia, but there was something so wrong.

"Nadia?" Bridgette asked quietly, as if afraid to spoke her friend.

"No." Nadia said with a rapturous smile. "I'm afraid Nadia's not here anymore." Nadia stood up with a little difficulty, as stiff from kneeling on the floor for so long.

"That isn't funny." Bridgette said. She tried to back up but ended up sprawling on the floor when her foot impeded on some object behind her.

Fortunate Soul [Blue and Micosil]

Closed~

History

So things pretty much started the same. The natives to the land weren't really hostile, they were more than willing to share with the explores from Europe. However the Europeans didn't want to share, they came to conquer. So the people who live there responded accordingly. Those in the south had more of a sense of unity and successfully repelled the invaders within a few months. These were the Inca people, the Mayan people and the Aztecs. Obvious there were more tribes then the main three, but it was the main three that drove away the Spanish in the South. The South it still completely composed of these people. The Peninsula of "South America" is the Mayan Empire. What is "Brazil" is the Peruvian Empire, the Incas. "Cuba" is the Aztec Empire in Yucatan. The Southern Continent as a whole is called, buy the Europeans, the Devil's Land, because of how many people died there. The people who live there just call it Our Land.

The North however didn't fare as well. They were initially too scattered to put up heavy resistance to France and Europe and eventually Spain. The Europeans gained footholds all the way along the East coast. However they were stopped before they reached the Mississippi. The Tribes who lived in what was now called America, allowed the white people to remain also long as they stayed in their lands. Eventually the colonizers grew weary of their orders to push west and taxes imposed and they rebelled with the help if the Tribes. After the Rebellion. or the Declaration of Independence, the Europeans moved in to reclaim their only foothold on America. They were rebuffed by both the colonizers and the Indians. Thus was formed the United Tribes of America. The Colonizers, hence forth refereed to Americans and the natives came to an agreement. The Americans could move West as long as they respected the Tribes who already lived there. Most of the Americans ended up converting to which ever religion belonged to the Tribe they lived with. However a good amount still believed in Christianity, Islam, etc. Eventually the Americans opened up trade with the south and the lands grew prosperous. Yay.

When WWII broke out America was content to stay away from the fight. However when they were attacked things changed. They weren't the superpower out America was and the war ended in a stalemate. Germany retained it's captured territory and everyone settled down in an uneasy truce. Eventually Hitler was assassinated and war broke back out. (America stayed firmly out of it and so did Japan since they were in China at this point). The European states attacked Germany with a brutal swiftness and crushed Germany. The remained European countries divided up Germany and it was no more. Over in Asia, China was experiencing problems of it's own. The Empire had been over turned and things hadn't gotten any better. And Japan was taking advantage of the chaos and invading. Many Chinese people had fled to America where they had been welcome as refugees as long as they didn't cause much trouble, and they didn't.

Eventually China pushed back Japan, but lost a lot of power in doing so. China retained it's Presidency and continued on. Japan continued to try to gain more land, but Korea (Still united) and other Asian countries stepped in a put a stop to it. A few months after Germany was broken and removed from the maps, so too was Japan defeated.

Those that have Magic being the "Elder" of society.

Fantastical Sky Pirates! (A Steampunk/Fantasy RP Interest Check)

I've lurked here, and since no one's said anything:

I'm interested. I'm also willing to play multiple characters. And Sandbox worlds are 100% a-okay by me :D