BunniesOfDoom

Blackguards!

I'm a sucker for Dwarves and Dark Elves, particularly with human-made art, so I adore Skimobile and Proxy's additions

@POOHEAD189

unfortunately, proxy hasn't logged into rpg for a month and I think we're just assuming they're MIA

Umbra Rose Condos

This has now turned into a rescue mission for the gremlins. Save them from the rampaging fox

Umbra Rose Condos

@Lugubrious I love how your dude is like, they're sneaky and like to linger in the corner of your eye. While pur wonderful gm has one literally dropping down into our dear foxes food lol

Umbra Rose Condos

Anybody wanna help Sam and Azir track down some gremlins?

@Eviledd1984

So do you play two different people? Or is Azir an NPC or something?

Also, I'm sure our ragtag team of an insect, wolf and hiding human could work with yall.

Death's little predicament- BunniesOfDoom x DragonOC

Death watched her as she finally got to work to get in touch with her father. He stood up off the ground, leaving the jar where he sat and made his way over to glance over her shoulder and read the email she sent. He didn't get very far into it before she sent it on its way. Nonetheless, it was off and they would be getting some help in that regard. He rested a hand on her shoulder before giving her a stern nod. “Thank you. I know you were reluctant but this is more than just you and your father.”

With the reminder of his mortality, her offer of food seemed reasonable enough. Pizza was an option, he supposed. He never had pizza. To be fair, he never really had any kind of food, period. Unlike the other gods who might take some time for themselves every now and then, Death's job was constant and endless. He couldn't just stop or pause his job for a bit. The very current events were a perfect example of why Death needed to always be working. People died every second of the day. If he took even a moment off, they would get backed up and the world would be thrust into chaos. And he was in this mortal body for more than a week now!

The world was teetering on the brink of collapse. The only thing he could think of that didn't cause it to completely implode upon itself was that his reapers were still out in the world, trying to do their job to the best of their ability. Mind you, the best of their ability was still shit because he had made them to have little to no intelligence, but it was better than nothing. With each new soul they reaped on their own, they shifted the balance just slightly back to where it was meant to be. However, that was like trying to bail the ocean at this point. He could feel the imbalance within his very being. It pushed against him to the point that it was almost painful. It was just on the brink of fracturing.

He had half a mind to call someone and hand his throne over. He could instill his throne onto someone who could run it for him until he got back, but who could he even trust with such power that would be willing to give it back? Death has to be impartial. There can be no killing one person for the good of another. You must take the soul when it is their time, not sooner and no later. Did he even know a god who could be that impartial, except maybe Life? But he couldn't just drop that burden on Life's shoulders, especially not with how much they work as well. He would have to find someone else to do it. He quietly grumbled to himself as he tried to sort through the gods who might have a meager chance of actually doing the job right. The list was quickly dwindling.

He was pulled from his grim thoughts when she motioned for him to follow her. She was going to give him a tour of her house. He sighed loudly before he followed behind her, only half paying attention as she explained the different rooms and the bathroom. When she asked if he needed an explanation of the toilet, he looked at her through the lashes of half-lidded eyes. “I think I can figure it out just fine, thanks.” He was in a foul mood. He didn't like the thought of giving up his throne, let alone the fact that he was having a very hard time figuring out which god would be a good fit to take it for the time being. “I need some fresh air.” He left her there in the hallway as he pushed past. He made his way out of the house through the front door and stood there on her front porch. He sighed, slipping his hands into his pants' pockets as he took a deep breath.

“What am I going to do?” He asked himself as he closed his eyes. He had never felt this helpless before. This was a new and very unwelcome experience for him. He couldn't deny the imbalance anymore. It had been too long. If he waited for even the full moon, the world may be torn asunder or some other unwanted god may take his throne. If he wanted things to at least go how he wanted them to go, he needed to do something about it, now.

He took another long breath as he made his decision. He would pick a god to take his throne for him, temporarily. Who, he wasn't sure. But at least he knew the next step. He sighed as he went to go back inside to tell Kaia of his plans when he felt a dark, vicious presence manifest just before him on the sidewalk. He paused, his hand having been extended to grasp the doorknob, and peered over his shoulder to see what had just appeared there. The shadows condensed and swirled in a spot just before the steps. He slowly grasped a hold of the doorknob as darkness began to build, slowly taking form on the sidewalk just before him. When a deep growl escaped the forming beast, a growl that vibrated deep within Death's bones, the color drained from his face. “No,” he whispered as he turned to the door and ripped it open just as a HellHound finished materializing and barreled up the stairs after him.

He slammed the door closed, catching the dog's head in the threshold. The snarling beast lashed out at him, snapping its jaws at him, its teeth being nearly as long as Death's hands. Its blood red eyes swirled with the fires of hell and smoke plumed from its nostrils and it struggled to free itself from the door. Death braced himself, one leg braced firmly outward and the other with his knee pushed against the door. He had his shoulder and whole side pressed against the door as well, straining to keep the beast crushed firmly between the door and the doorframe. “HellHound!” He screamed out before the creature inhaled deeply and unleashed a large breath of fire into Kaia's front room.

Umbra Rose Condos

Someone needs to remind the fox that this is supposed to be for fun

Umbra Rose Condos

Iris Madril

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Location: Building 1, Cafeteria
Interactions: @Morgannis, @Lugubrious

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At the thought of her lost phone, Iris's demeanor turned a hint sour. She was not a fan of being reminded that she needed a new phone. She took the card with her lips pressed together in a thin line on her face. “Yeah, a new phone is definitely on the to-do list at the moment. You would think after all these years I would have been smart enough to know the wolf would destroy it but ya know, a girl can hope.” She pocketed the card with a self-indigent grunt. She needed to get a job or do something that would get her some extra cash.

Thankfully, that gremlin hunt message came like a gift from the almighty himself. Not that she really believed in a god so much anymore. She was never really religious to begin with but getting changed into a werewolf and left for dead kind of killed any hope that some great, loving god was out there protecting his children from evil, from things like the creature she was turned into and the creature that lurked within her mind. For the most part, it's just a big puppy that wants to play and have fun but she has seen the true carnage a werewolf can do and she has felt the pull of the red moon before and has lost herself to its call more than once. Years of work and control has made her an acceptable member of the residents in Umbra Rose Condos but Iris still had a long way to go before she felt she could ever really step back out of those protective walls surrounding the apartments. She wasn't sure she would ever trust herself to be out in the general populace again. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if what had happened to Velvet happened to a normal person. That person would probably be dead or worse, changed.

Iris gave her head a small shake to clear those grim thoughts from it. Now was not the time to linger on such things, not with a hunt just waiting for them to get it started. Just thinking about it had her metaphorical hackles rising. Her skin practically tingled and she could feel the push of the wolf just simmering under her control. It knew the game and it knew the best way for them to play without them getting disqualified or for Iris to lock them up for months on end. Help by lending senses and hunting skills but leave the body under Iris's control. It was one of the few times the two of them could work together for a common goal, a teetering balancing act that let them come together and use each other's strengths. Though it doesn't always work out well, Iris has gotten better at recognizing the signs of when she needed to back off and take a moment to wrangle back some self control. However, sometimes she can find herself too deep into the hunt to realize how quickly she was losing control and some years, it's the wolf who would end the game, tearing the halls apart in its efforts to find the gremlins and getting the both of them into trouble. She wasn't going to let that happen this year though. She was going to practice the best control she ever had in her life.

Iris followed the mothman out and began to stretch in the hallways. She began by doing the normal stretches like any runner would, limbering up as if she was about to run the halls at full tilt but then let out a low groan and did a few more canine-esque stretches to sate the complaining wolf within her mind, which, thankfully, resembled her doing quick yoga stretches. The wolf swore it would help them move faster and she did have to admit, a few muscles did feel more limber after doing so.

Iris peered up at the air vents when Alphonse mentioned them and gave a strong nod of her head. “That seems like a good idea to start with. I can probably jump up there and climb into the air vent if you do find one but it's better if I don't have to jump up and check every air vent we come across. If you have an easy way of doing it, that would be good.” She gave one final stretch with her arms over her head and let out a loud sigh as she shook herself out, bouncing from one foot to the next. She then stilled herself and closed her eyes, taking a deep inhale of breath.

The scent profile of the air was a cluttered mess of monsters and creatures, new and old. She wasn't sure what kind of scents she was hoping to get here in the hallway just outside of the cafeteria but it would allow her to at least get the scents of monsters who were most likely not trying to hide away from anyone. Newer and familiar scents were locked away and then there it was, just a like dash of gremlin, a scent she knew from tracking it before, sprinkled in within the mess of people. Older, possibly by a few days, too faint or cluttered for her to track but the scent was there. She refamiliarized herself with it. She followed it, taking quick short inhaled as she tried to follow it's short trail. Eventually she found herself crouched down low by the front doors of the cafeteria, taking a long deep inhale of the little critter's scent. For whatever reason, days ago, a gremlin had crossed by the doors of the cafeteria and lingered there just a moment longer on its path. Doing what, she couldn't know. Judging by the spot, perhaps it was trying to mark its territory? Do gremlins do that? She would have to research them more. Maybe after they won the hunt and she got a new phone.

She crouched on her hunches for a moment as she rubbed her nose. “One of the little buggers stood here a few days ago but its trail is long gone. I think it might have peed here or something. That's all I got though.” She leaned her head back, peering up at the air vent with a huff. “I guess it's time to start looking through the vents. We know they hit up the kitchen area some time recently. Kind of. I think.” She swiveled on her heels to look at Khalid. “Do you know how long it takes for food to go bad in a fridge that's lost power?”

Umbra Rose Condos

<Snipped quote by Massasauga>

Not every character I make is secretly three hurties in a trenchcoat.

@Foster

Hey! That's my shtick!

Blackguards!

I'm going to wait a little bit before I yell at now troll lady for leaving an opening through her flames

𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙳

I may be able to join still.