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Current We got a new Skynd release. Today is a good day.
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It's been a few years, but yeah... I'm thinking I'm back
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Really in the mood for some gothic steampunk right now.
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7 yrs ago
Alright guys, I'm back. Will be posting very soon.
7 yrs ago
Estimating about two weeks until I can get my laptop replaced and my posting will be back up to speed.

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Reid Farmhouse - Main House
@Surtr Inc



Paige had been wanting to prove herself an asset to the group, so even though she was glad that the insects had stopped attacking, she was a little disappointed that she hadn't had a chance to see her idea in action. She supposed it didn't matter that much, the important thing was that they'd made it out alive. Still, she wished for a chance to make a difference.

Paige joined the rest of the group at the main building of the farm. Typical of her, she had no response to most of what was said there, aside from a little mental comment when Sharon first woke up and asked why they were here. Good question. Unfortunately, you wouldn't believe us if we told you. I know I wouldn't, she thought, then Or maybe not, when she started talking to Claire. Oh yeah, Claire was right that Sharon knew more than she was letting on, though that wasn't hard to tell at this point. This girl and her damn inability to give a straight answer, seemingly out of spite, was getting quite frustrating. Paige could sympathise with Sharon being unhappy to find strangers in her home, but this was a life or death situation - which Sharon probably already knew - and Paige wasn't about to get murdered by Scott Reese just because this girl wanted to be ominous about her clue-giving. In what was becoming a worryingly frequent occurence, Paige didn't react well to Sharon's decision.

She walked up to Sharon, making it look like she moving slowly because she had a choice. She stood very close, and looked Sharon dead in the eye, speaking quietly, but not so quietly that the others couldn't hear, at least the ones closeby. "These people standing behind me. I hope you've taken a good look at them, because these are the people you almost killed. I don't really give a fuck if you were unconscious when it happened, the fact remains that you need to make it up to them, and to me. I don't see Andrea around here either, so unless she ran away, I'd bet that makes you a murderer. Oh, and look, after you trashed your own house, these people cleaned it up for you, because they are good people. Now, you seem to know what's going on here, so I suppose you know that a psychopath's hunting us down, killing anyone who strays form the pack? The more time we spend on your stupid errand, the more likely it gets that he kills another one. We aren't throwing away our lives for your fun. So, let me tell you how I think we should do this. You're going to answer every question we have, as fully and honestly as you can. If you don't, well, we've lost one, and you won't be useful to us, so you know how it is: eye for an eye. Then, if we still don't feel we know enough, we will consider looking at room 108. Is that clear?"
I've been wanting to scream "Rita!" so much for this scene but I can't because Paige doesn't know about her Abstraction. It's a great time.
Fable was sat in a dark corner of a bar at an hour past midnight. What was she doing here? She wasn't entirely sure, but she knew she hadn't been able to sleep. She'd walked down a path and that path had led her here. To picking at a meal she didn't really want just to avoid drawing attention, thinking about how another person had just been murdered for the same reason she might be, how the murderer would most likely be her own twin sister, and how a few months ago, she'd have done the same thing and not thought twice about it.




Elise was walking the dark streets of Gravette late at night. She was impressed with Fable for coming to this city. It was the most obvious location to head, as they'd both known about the higher concentration of Supernaturals here for years. This made it the last place to be worth looking, and therefore an excellent hiding spot; a double bluff. Elise had lost several weeks checking all the other likely locations, but how she'd found her sister again. Well, not exactly. Fable was in the city somewhere. More specific than that, Elise didn't know.

That was why the purification of the creature named Eric Grayson was perfect for Elise. Though this crime may have baffled normal humans, to Elise it was obvious that Grayson had been a Supernatural, most likely a werewolf. Why else would her kin have used silver bullets? Anyway, it was not difficult to find out who Gray's friends were, since so many of them lived in the same block of apartments. And when Elise discovered that several of them frequented the same bar, a place called Paradise, it seemed all too obvious to her - this was one of those establishments that pretended to be genuine, but was really just a hiding place for the monsters that plagued this world. Elise had seen a handful in her work. The only reason she wasn't going to burn this one to the ground was that she didn't know if there were any humans inside.




Fable realised that a teenage girl sitting in a bar eating macaroni at midnight would come off as a little strange to the local populace. Since she had now finished her meal, she figured she probably had passed the point of no return in that regard. So, rather than trying to play off her weirdness, she decided to try to come across as weird in that amusing, friendly sort of way that some people were so good at. So, she sat next to the creepy man with the gun, sitting directly between him and the detective he was staring at, so she would be directly in his field of view.

"You seem like fun," she said, wearing her best smile. "Have you ever shot anybody with that? I saw you putting it away as you walked in. Stories with guns are always so exci-" A flash of black hair visible through the broken window, moving quickly. Without a word, Fable got up and went to use the restroom.




A moment later, Elise walked in. Taking a position where she was visible from anywhere in the room, she spoke loudly enough that anyone who cared could hear her. "I'm looking for a girl. She looks an awful lot like me, except-" Elise pointed to her left eye "-her left eye's green. Anyone seen her?"




@AnaSilan Sunja Here is the CS for my other character.
@AnaSilan Sunja It affects both mundanes and supernaturals equally. Relevant magic will weaken the effect. People who know it's coming and have a chance to brace themselves (supernatural or otherwise) will be affected less. Anyone who does both will not be affected at all.


@AnaSilan Sunja First character is done, take a look. The other (Elise) should be finished tomorrow.
@AnaSilan Sunja How do Hunters typically identify Supernaturals?
@AnaSilan Sunja I quite like the look of this. Are you still taking applications?
Despite everything, Saerin found it within herself to return the smiles she received from the crowd, especially the halfling girl. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to be admired, and while she certainly didn't want to return to her days in the arena, there was something pleasantly familiar about being looked up to by someone.

The walk through Cedarport was suprisingly therapeutic. Even with such a rough introduction to this town (Saerin was happy in the belief she'd never see those imbeciles again), Saerin was beginning to enjoy herself. The scene was peaceful, bordering on idyllic, and as Saerin walked she began to grow more and more uncharacteristicly optimistic. She thought of her job with the Esperglows and what she'd spend the payment on. Rescuing her family was an obvious start, but what then? Life-threatening work pays well, perhaps only one or two jobs and she could afford a home. Maybe develop a reputation as a mercenary, build up a fortune and buy a manor where she and her family could live...

Back to the present. Guards, asking for identification. Not a problem. Saerin presented the necessary documentation, introducing herself at the same time, "Saerin Vitaya, mercenary on contract under the Esperglow family, here to find out what the job is. Good enough for you?"
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