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5 yrs ago
Current Making a CS is the best part of an RP - CHANGE MY MIND
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7 yrs ago
If it has horns, hooves and a smile I'm into it.
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7 yrs ago
"Hey, you play a lot of kobolds."
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7 yrs ago
Pat my head and tell me I'm good at RP please.
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Bio

I really like roleplaying. Medieval fantasy is a favourite, but I also have deep roots in Sci-Fi. Big into LOTR, Forgotten Realms, 40k, Star Wars, Mass Effect, and a bunch of other things I can't call off the top of my head as I write this. I also play a lot of video games, feel free to add me. (steamcommunity.com/id/CMDR_Melander).

Played on a bunch of different online communities for RP games, WoW, Neverwinter Nights (still active for so many years!), and then other forums, and RL pen and paper. I also write bad poetry in my spare time. Rip it to shreds and make me cry so I can get better. (allpoetry.com/Mayfly)

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Oscar Soames, 9:30 AM (approximately).
Phoenix Security Building - Harborvale.
Break Room.

The day had started slow. At least, when he'd arrived into the building it seemed as slow as a Monday morning afforded to be. He'd gone through his morning routine before that email marked 'URGENT!' had thrown a wrench into everything. After a quick skim, some brief research notes and a scour of local news websites about Jean Cyrus or Cyrus Pharmaceuticals, Oscar felt a little glad seeing no new stories immediately spring to life. If this was contained, then it made the search a lot easier. Having been right there to hear the message direct from Dale, Oscar arrived into the room first, making himself a coffee as he waited for everyone else to arrive. He was almost like a fixture in the ktichen, in the way that he eased against the counter with mug in hand. He was pensive, caught up in thought as he gave brief thoughts about the case - and about how to brief the case.

After everyone arrived, and after being prompted by Dale, Oscar would put down his Phoenix Security coffee mug on the counter of the break room, looking around the room as he addressed them. He stood a little straighter when the attention was on him. "Right now, all we've got to go on is that a Pyrokinetic woman, around five feet tall attacked Jean Cyrus in his office at about twenty past seven this morning, and they've got no idea how she got there. Cyrus didn't get too good of a look at his assailant and the camera's are spotty at best, too much going on to get a clear shot at her, so no luck there. First thing we need to do are run background checks on previous employees, this could be as simple as a fired up pharmacy worker. Excuse the pun." He decidedly picked up the mug again, punctuating his sentence with a gulp of caffeine.

"After we've got employee checks through, it might be worth looking into security logs. Big company like that is bound to have security carded doors or something to that effect. We can see if she got in with a spoofed card or a stolen one." Another drink, as casual as could be as he took a brief pause, looking over them for just a moment, his tone getting a little more serious. "Cyrus is one of the largest in big pharmacy names, he's not going to have a shortage of people who hate him. Could be political, could be business. Could even be him stirring up trouble to eventually hit the newspapers tomorrow. Just remember we're doing a job, and try not to show off your powers too much, people will talk easier if they don't think you're in the same weightclass as our would-be arsonist."

After he'd finished talking, he'd look back to Dale, giving the floor back to him, and leaning back against the counter. It'd be worth noting that he carried his side-arm in an open holster, while not a particularly surprising sight on its own, when it was paired with the blatant bulk of body armour beneath that neat white shirt, it was obvious that Oscar thought trouble was coming.


Oscar would want to be decked out in whatever is regulation. If he's testing out a prototype, he'll do it so long as its by the book. He's the definition of Lawful Good (if a little willing to break a few rules investigating ;) )




As people wandered about, chatting or dancing along to the music, shifting through the crowds, Saranja found herself with an arm wrapped around a daughter of Hades, still feeling his stare on every tuft of fur and stood-up hair as chills ran down her with the force of gravity, threatening to pull her down hard for a moment - and then there was nothing again, and she felt like she was floating before she realized she'd been stood entirely still the whole time, and silent to boot. As soon as the feeling passed, she began to drift into the other conversations around the room, listening in intently. She adopted a look of concentration, picking together the voices and matching them to the names (and partial faces) she had in her head as she struggled to keep up with conversation. For each word said there was another twenty rattling off in a possible future that leaked in and tried to make itself indistinguishable from the present.

She was brought back to earth and anchored by Ash simply asking over her. She sprung into a smile that could be described as 'a bit much' for having just been asked how she was. "Son of Morpheus. I'm doing well, thank you. Trying my best to mingle." She looked over to Jackie and Ebbo as they surrounded the Nāga. She had questions too, but she saw the different possibilities for romance that tonight could bring. Her questions could survive the night unanswered. As if having forgotten to, she kissed Hayley ontop of her head and took another drink from her cup. "How does the night fare for you? I hope she is kinder yet than to bid you to bed - there's a lot of interesting people in this room." She had the upper hand in that aspect, though, having been 'mingling' in her downtime, working the room without ever saying a word to someone. The downside to it all was that she looked exhausted from her little time spent dancing and talking in the room, even bringing a hand to her mouth to stifle a yawn. As soon as the yawn was over, she turned her head just to interject into the other conversation for a moment. "I'm Saranja of Pelasgia. It's a pleasure, Rodeo Colton of the Nāga" She gave time for a pleasantry to be shot back, but was quick to return back to her conversation with Ash, not wanting to be rude!

She slowly rose to her feet, taking Hayley's hand in hers as she weaved masterfully through the crowd. A mess of mismatched dresses, shoes and poorly fitting suits that were yet to be grown into. Some were in ceremonial armour, some in robes. She'd never wished she could see more than that moment, in a real celebration with so many people. It was a romantic moment to her. Without even an apology needed, she guided her guide up to the punch bowl. She was such a cheat. Knowing full well that it was spiked, she poured herself a cup with the ladle, not pouring Hayley one, and opting instead to nudge her dance partner and whisper. "It's alcoholic. The people from room Two-Fifteen and One-Oh-Five both poured in spirits." She informed, before taking a sip herself without so much as a grimace.

She looked to Colton, her blindfold turning and glancing 'aimlessly' but entirely direct. "It never feels right, does it? Clothes ontop of fake legs." She knew that plight all too well. "Your scales are pretty, from what little I can see of them." Her arms never strayed far from Hayley, either a hand, an arm or at least a shoulder touching the other girl as she struck up some conversation. She took another easy drink of her poorly mixed punch as the burning warmth travelled down her and forced a comfortable sigh.

Rattling. Scales. Multiple arms? Unsure. Maybe the futures are blurring together. Maybe it's the wrong type of Nāga. Her mind was racing with questions that either of her sights couldn't answer her with.

With Hayley beginning to lean into her, Saranja wrapped her arms around her easily, at least around the dress to save her hands from being anymore burned than they were. The dread had lessened, like a weight off the shoulders, since they'd both sat down and started listening to the music - but that was secondary to the sprinting her mind was doing, wondering what to do next and how to continue talking. She found it hard at the best of times, much more now she was trying her best to comfort Hayley.

Was that what she was doing? Comforting? That was a flimsy excuse. She was courting. Trying to court? She realized she hadn't spoke in a while. She squeezed the black dress softly as she mumbled. "Do you want to dance again, Hayley? We could sit here, or...get punch?" She was nervous, and that much was audible in her voice. For how composed she was usually, the waivering in her voice was sort of unlike her.

She grinned and bared the hand holding. It was bound to start burning her soon though, stubborn goat she was."Better is subjective. A lot of things are. Putting yourself down to a label isn't worth the time. You aren't the Daughter of Hades. You're not an aura. You are Hayley, and you are who you are." She tried her best to relax back into the chair. She sighed out coolly, exhaling some of the discomfort and pain. "I'm sure that some things aren't meant to be understood. Don't worry too hard about it. Live in the now." A bit of hypocritical advice, considering she lived vicariously through her visions, and had them in the first place, but something to practice even if the preacher didn't. She leaned in and planted another kiss on her forehead. It was the best she could reach without tilting her head up again - and she didn't really want to butt her with her horns by accident. After the second kiss, she beamed a smile and pulled her hand back to rest at her side as she slid against the chair, listening to the music.

She was guided over to those seats. She did ask for a guide, after all. After sitting herself down and adjusting her matching red blindfold, smoothing down her fur and going through a myriad of other nervous ticks as she wondered the exact same thing. "I wanted to. I thought you might've as well." She said, perking up a little as the song picked up. She looked back from the band to her ex-dance partner. "I'm sorry." She didn't want to say that. It wasn't really true, either. She enjoyed it, for what it was worth, and the chance that they could've got closer was such a tempting path to take. Why wouldn't she take the risk - what was life without them?

It wouldn't be a risk without failure. She mused, bitterly. Her hand was getting hotter, it was scalding now, from being in Hayley's for so long. She wanted to take it back but that would send the wrong message. A message of defeat and giving up. She kept her steady expression going and tried to hide the fidgeting she was doing to try and relieve some of the discomfort. She waited for another one of those responses. The pause lasted another eternity. She wondered how many of those she'd have to get through tonight.

That dread was overwhelming. She knew the effect of it, she knew how it worked but that didn't stop those niggling insecurities and the lethargy; that falling feeling from moving in. She wondered if it was a bad idea, if she really did just make a mistake. Did Hayley not feel the same? She felt eyes. For the first time in a long time she felt a stare. She saw someone else. She was about to call out and greet the face that looked at her, those burning pupils - but it was gone. And Hayley was still there. She squeezed her hand again in something of a reassurance for both of them. Though it was also her first kiss, she generally didn't put much stock in things like that. You were going to get around to do them so why would the first time matter anymore than the second, or even the last?

She opened her mouth, and she was glad that she managed to get words to come out in between the hammering of her heart in her chest and the feeling of dread setting itself into her. "I did." Not exactly the most insightful of statements but she wasn't replying to the most astute observation, either. "Are you alright...?" She left the question vague. She didn't know what to do beyond what the spur of the moment pushed and prodded and suggested. It'd shut up the minute she kissed her and left her on her own to fend for herself, wondering what she should exactly be doing. The pause for that reply was elongated by the aura, the silence between her words and Hayley's felt like an age. An age of judgement and unwanted surprise. Her self-awareness helped little, she was doubting herself enough as it was.

Please let this be the right path.
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