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@RickyG85 Same, will work on a posty-post! Past few days have been busy, but will get to it this weekend.

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@TheTf2Scout Hey, not to sound discouraging, but I don't think this is the type of RP the character is fit for. Sounds like you'd have a better shot trying for a multiverse/different dimension style story if you really want to play the TF2 scout. :)

๑ ❝ 𝕮 𝔥 𝔞 𝔯 𝔪 𝔢 𝔡 , 𝕴‘𝔪 𝖘𝔲𝔯𝔢 ❞ ๑ { A Witch’s Tale - RP }

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No, this wasn't just a coincidence.

Allie decided she had very deliberately shown up at the creepy place with the creepy name and the creepy owner. Because it's there and freely available for perusing in that quaint way one entered a nursing home full of old people. And because Amanda had used that grin, the one that said she'd wanted proof Allie had actually been there before she designed another tattoo free of charge. The clockwork budgerigar she wanted since she was twelve. Her fluorescent pink sneakers chafed at the worn pavement underneath. Toecap tapping impatiently, because Allie was nothing if not leaking energy in places. Face glued to the display of feathered caps, a book opened on yellow pages with what she guessed was saying Ad hominem or some other generic Latin phrase in faded black ink. Allie flashed a toothie grin at her vague reflection in the window. An excavation of shit you couldn't believe people used to own and buy. That was the fun kind of old, honestly.

“Mandy, babe, just take a guess at who I found at the weird place!” The picture loaded in of Allie's smug face, brown bangs uncombed equally brown eyes that typical mischievous glint. A piece sign right next to one of those medical school skeleton things. “Still a spineless shit.” Which, ironically, genuinely missing a vertebrae. That made her grin even wider.

After several seconds her phone buzzed in a jolly jingle, Allie looked at it. “Not funny, Allie.” Then after a beat. “Alex wasn’t that boney.”

“That wasn’t the point, but… fair. He had greasy bratwurst fingers and a pot belly.” Allie replied with the blunt side of a very heavy sledgehammer. “Okay that was mean, but you can’t deny the spine looks familiar.” And that, at least, got Amanda to reply with a cry-laughing emoji and several rolling ones. Along with a pointed; “You’re terrible.”

“That’s my middle name! Don’t wear it out, hun.” She sniggered, all impish glee. “Anyway, I'm going to brave the gauntlet now. Break a leg?”

“You’re actually going in? I was joking!”

“And I’m not. C’mon, you wanted to see the inside anyway. I’ll send pics.”

And with that, Allie stepped into that infamous place that stank of old wood and dusty old tomes. Phone tucked into her pocket, board tucked under her arm. The bell chimed, it sounded like the waking of the dead and the grin didn’t seem to falter.

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@RickyG85 All good, Ricky! We can figure something out, presumably. Also, I'm now imagining some Cryptkeeper-like figure as the owner of the store.

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Shadow's Vigil (SporkoBug x Byte)

“Thank you.” Words mouthed in silent gratitude, as if saying it out loud might shatter whatever gentleness she had received. Though her anxiety had levelled out into a neglectful buzz, at least. “That- That helps.” Or at least allowed Ophelia to reframe it as not just something she experienced. That meant she could probably learn about it, make sense of it.

The envelope sat unopened for the moment, fingers plucking at the dried wax in a half committed attempt to finally read the letter inside. The contents, Ophelia gathered, already known to her through half remembered dreams and future predictions. Her nails finally peeled the red seal away like the scab off a healed cut. The crease in the paper was neat, perfectly horizontal in that meticulous way the young woman had come to know from those who wrote them.

Ophelia’s eyes fell upon the bold words first, then properly on the details. Her brow furrowed where her mouth moved along as she read. Glasses askew with each dip and shift of her head as though the letters got smaller with each paragraph.

Mission Letter

THE ORDER OF THE VIGIL In Service of the Holy Father and the Sanctity of the Ether

To our Huntress, Initiate of the Vigil,

It is with grave and considered urgency that this letter finds you.

Troubling rumours have reached the ears of the Council regarding disturbances tied to the Ether in the city of Vingstedt. The nature of these reports suggests organised and deliberate corruption; the kind that does not resolve itself and will not wait for us to be ready. It is the sacred charge of this Order to protect the faithful, uphold the sanctity of the Holy Church, and ensure that the Ether is not twisted to purposes it was never meant to serve.

You are hereby assigned to travel to Vingstedt and investigate the suspected presence of cult activity within the city. You are to locate its source, determine the extent of any corruption, and cleanse it accordingly. You will exercise careful judgment in all things. The civilians of that city are not to be alarmed.

As this is your first formal assignment, the Council has seen to it that you will not go alone. A veteran member of the Vigil has been selected to accompany you. They will serve as both guide and proctor throughout the investigation. Heed them well. Their experience is not incidental to this mission, it is part of it.

You have one day to prepare. A cart will be arranged for your departure at the appointed hour. Upon your return, a full written account of your findings is expected without exception. Leave nothing out.

Carry yourself as a member of this Order ought to. What you do in Vingstedt reflects not on you alone, but on every Sister and Brother who wears this cloth.

The Holy Father watches over you. May the Ether guide your steps and keep the Void from your path.

By the Authority of the High Council, The Order of the Vigil

She’d read it again, slower this time. Allowing the details to sink in where they didn’t before. Ophelia’s eyes went wide, breath hitched as she turned back to Naomi with the realisation that she truly had to go out there and fight in the field. Or at least, leave the safety of the monastery walls for the first time since she was five years old.

“I’ve never-” The words stuck in her throat, fingers fidgeting to fold the letters as neatly as it had come. She swallowed when the letter was tucked back into the envelope. Naomi would be there, too, that was some comfort at least. Her anxiety had reared up once more. One foot tapped a rhythm underneath the worn table, and Ophelia couldn’t stop her mind from racing with everything she needed and wanted to prepare.

“Mama Moose,” She said the nickname softer than she intended, her body leaned forward. Elbows propped on the table surface. “I’m not sure what I should pack.” It wasn’t shame she felt, just uncertainty of a newbie who wanted to do her best in spite of how much she’d rather slink away into a library corner.

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Alyson Wright

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Character Name: Alyson “Allie” Wright

Personality:
Bright, jovial and energetic. Alyson is the devil-may-care behind a toothy grin and a voice that has no business being that smooth. Optimistic to a degree that occasionally baffles people around her, she has a talent for finding the interesting angle in a bad situation and running with it. She's flirty when the mood strikes, though anyone who's tried to actually pin her down on that front has discovered she becomes suddenly, cheerfully, and thoroughly unavailable. Thrills are her currency. Locked doors, unfamiliar rooftops, places she probably shouldn't be entering but nobody ever told her off for. Not out of rebellion, but genuine curiosity. She just always wants to see what’s on the other side.

Background:
Local gal doing local things. Not much to say beyond a general thrillseeker who preferred digging through mud and supposedly haunted buildings over gossiping and fancy parties. A troublemaker Alyson isn’t, but that doesn’t mean she’s got a squeaky-clean record either; Most likely the odd smudge of a misdemeanour here and there. Works at a local skateboard store as a clerk and mechanic while spending her free time getting into technically legal trouble that cops wouldn’t look twice at.

Skills:
Skating - Has been rolling on wheels ever since she could stand on her own two feet. She’s not Tony Hawk, but genuinely decent at clearing a ramp if she has to.
Parkour - Why walk the steps when you can climb/walk/jump every available surface and get into places you’re definitely not supposed to be?
Lock-picking - Weeks of YouTube tutorials and sheer determination to sneak into her brother’s room for snacks. Seriously, she’s not a fucking criminal. Mostly.
Practical repairs - Working at the local skateshop has given Alyson ample time to know which way a screw tightens or how to wire a plug.
Physical resilience - Years of falls and getting back up have made her genuinely hard to rattle. Or at least difficult to make her wince at every little bump.

Items:
Skateboard, a small lock-pick roll tucked in her jacket, phone, a flat-head multitool and probably several specks of dust in a pocket somewhere if she’d count those.

๑ ❝ 𝕮 𝔥 𝔞 𝔯 𝔪 𝔢 𝔡 , 𝕴‘𝔪 𝖘𝔲𝔯𝔢 ❞ ๑ { A Witch’s Tale - RP }

Does that mean we finally got the pun in writing?

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Something has been brewed.

Alyson Wright

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Character Name: Alyson “Allie” Wright

Personality:
Bright, jovial and energetic. Alyson is the devil-may-care behind a toothy grin and a voice that has no business being that smooth. Optimistic to a degree that occasionally baffles people around her, she has a talent for finding the interesting angle in a bad situation and running with it. She's flirty when the mood strikes, though anyone who's tried to actually pin her down on that front has discovered she becomes suddenly, cheerfully, and thoroughly unavailable. Thrills are her currency. Locked doors, unfamiliar rooftops, places she probably shouldn't be entering but nobody ever told her off for. Not out of rebellion, but genuine curiosity. She just always wants to see what’s on the other side.

Background:
Local gal doing local things. Not much to say beyond a general thrillseeker who preferred digging through mud and supposedly haunted buildings over gossiping and fancy parties. A troublemaker Alyson isn’t, but that doesn’t mean she’s got a squeaky-clean record either; Most likely the odd smudge of a misdemeanour here and there. Works at a local skateboard store as a clerk and mechanic while spending her free time getting into technically legal trouble that cops wouldn’t look twice at.

Skills:
Skating - Has been rolling on wheels ever since she could stand on her own two feet. She’s not Tony Hawk, but genuinely decent at clearing a ramp if she has to.
Parkour - Why walk the steps when you can climb/walk/jump every available surface and get into places you’re definitely not supposed to be?
Lock-picking - Weeks of YouTube tutorials and sheer determination to sneak into her brother’s room for snacks. Seriously, she’s not a fucking criminal. Mostly.
Practical repairs - Working at the local skateshop has given Alyson ample time to know which way a screw tightens or how to wire a plug.
Physical resilience - Years of falls and getting back up have made her genuinely hard to rattle. Or at least difficult to make her wince at every little bump.

Items:
Skateboard, a small lock-pick roll tucked in her jacket, phone, a flat-head multitool and probably several specks of dust in a pocket somewhere if she’d count those.