Constantine

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

Awww, I was hoping for a skull as his chocolatey bunny goodness melted away...

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

At least Maxwell is wearing the correct footwear! That's something at least. But seriously, Maxwell and nature do not mix well, since his presense tends to slowly wipe out the local flora populations~ *Smiles cheerfully and shrugs*

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

Maxwell watched as a brown withered leaf floated to the ground in front of him and closed his eyes as trying to banish the thought that even now wormed its way into his consciousness. It was him that had caused the leaf to fall. He dared not look to see if it was true. If the tree was already withered with the season than there was no way of knowing for certain if he was the one inflicting such a sapping of life or not. And if the tree was withered only in his direction then it was all but certain that it was him causing it. Either way he could not rule himself out as the cause. Had he even been here long enough to realistically be the cause? He noticed Kanoa looking at him and turned his gaze to the side. “Hey,” he replied stoically and listened to her explanation of the previous days events. The thought occurred to him that it might be worth trying the same thing with the leafs that fell from the plants nearby whenever he lingered near them. Would it be possible for a similarly telling reading to be performed? But that question aside he had a concern. “And why does it lead you to believe that?” he asked Kanoa with earnest interest. Already one of Raven's blandly appealing cupcakes hovered in the air to his side as if held by an invisible hand. He made no attempt to eat it as he listened to the newly arrived August. He agreed with her. “That might work, assuming that whatever it is isn't watching us right at this very moment. Hell it could it already be here. One of us. We need something a little more...personal. Or unique. Something that can't easily be imitated,” he said as he trailed off into a moment of silent consideration. Something that was unique to him. Did he have such a thing? He grimaced in the realization that he did indeed have such a thing. He had reservations about voicing his idea aloud but it seemed a worthwhile enough idea with how little he knew for certain. “What I mean is, I have this power, right? To move things with thought alone. But it's not unique, or at least I'm guessing its not. I'm willing to bet that a great many of those beasties in that brain of yours have the ability to do something similar, if not in fact than at least in appearance,” he said motioning toward Kanoa. He used his power to snatch a leaf from the air. There was still a little life in it yet, which would serve to prove his point.“I didn't mention this before but since the accident plants die really quickly around me, as if I'm draining the life out of them.” As he voiced his idea the already partially withered leaf started to turn completely brown as it was held aloft as if eager to prove his words true. “So if you guys ever think that I've been replaced you know what to look for.”

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

Luka walked toward the guild master as he laid out of the details of the operation with the broom still in her hand and frowned in annoyance as she was 'volunteered' for the operation without her consent. “Hey! Don't just go volunteering people without asking them Iggy!” Luka responded tersely with a clearly annoyed look on her face. She was not angry with him, though the look in her eyes did suggest that she might just whack him with the broom anyway. “Maybe I have another job lined up already,” she carried on stubbornly and crossed her arms in clear defiance. She tossed her head to the side and exhaled meaningfully. That was when Karn turned into one of his furball shapes and leaped atop of Iggy's head. For some reason he looked completely natural up there. Luka relented and sighed heavily, her arms dropping to her sides in defeat. “Karn, couldn't you at least pretend to think about it, don't just go along with it,” she said in a soft dejected tone. She considered the job for a moment. It did pay well, very well in fact. Suspiciously well even. So did her last job now that she thought about it. All at once her complexion became pale and tired looking. As if by magic a darkness had descended around her eyes and brow. She laughed weakly to herself at the memory. However now that she thought about it there was no possible way that the two jobs could be related. No way at all! Besides, if her admirer was following her to guildhall as she feared then she would rather be gone by the time that they arrived. In fact she insisted upon it. “Yeah! We can do this no problem master! Right Iggy? Mimi!?” she almost shouted, her voice full of determination and spirit as her complexion returned to its usual glow. "So what's the plan?"

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

Don't worry about it Kitty, real life always comes first. Hope you feel better soon.

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

Arriving at the meeting place more or less on time Maxwell found that he had not been the first person to arrive, as he would have preferred. In fact he would rather it had just been Kanoa. He had questions that he had wanted to ask and would have been far more comfortable asking them without others in earshot. As it was two others had already arrived by the time he did. For a moment he considered asking regardless but ultimately decided against it. As for Kanoa he was still not entirely sure what to make of her. Clearly she was idealistic to some extent, curious as well and clearly eccentric. But beyond that she was still something of an unknown to Maxwell. As of yesterday she knew more about them than they knew about her. Which brought his attention to her two current companions. Their names were Cory and Raven. In truth he had offered these two little thought since yesterday. It was that not neither stood out as it were, in fact the Raven girl seemed to be something of a Gothic Lolita with a doll complex. She was not harsh on the eyes either if he was honest. Though with that said there was something about her that put him a little on edge. Cory by contrast was dressed somewhat plainly in an aviator style jacket and a brown scarf. Not that Maxwell was one to comment in that regard, wearing more or less the same style of clothing that he always did, a hooded jacket, a shirt and cargo pants. The only real difference was the addition of decent hiking boots suitable for the days activities. As was almost customary for him his hood was up and his hands buried deeply into his jacket pockets. Unwillingly to interrupt the flow of their conversation Maxwell simply nodded in greeting and found a wall to lean against as he waited for the rest to start arriving, staring into the forest with his trademark look of constant irritation.

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

I'll post when i get home later today, been recovering from a nasty cough and havent had the energy to even read nevermind post.

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

Maxwell was lost in thought as he listened to what everyone had to say. The sound of August hitting the ground snapping him back to attention with a loud thud. He made to help her up but she was already back on her feet in short order so he relaxed back into his chair. He agreed in principle with what she said, though there was a hint of passive aggressiveness to her words that bugged him. But she raised a valid point as well. Trust could only exist on equal terms. Maxwell had more or less revealed everything that he currently knew about the nature of his situation. He had told them of his doubt in regard to his own power. Secrets could only create distance and with distance came mistrust. Could he trust anyone here to watch his back? Maybe. Certainly some more than others. Mary's speech came as something of a surprise. She revealed herself on a deeply emotional level. That could make a person feel vulnerable. He certainly couldn't do that in front of strangers. Did that mean she trusted everyone here, or was it something else? He started to feel sorry for her. He might have even made a conscious effort to like her had she not blown a smoke plume at Jackson. “It's also a disgusting habit, keep it to yourself,” he said in genuine annoyance. He sighed heavily and shook his head. Together Mary and August had raised an interesting point. Where had the boy disappeared? When exactly had he disappeared? What about the leafs?“The leafs, you said they come from deeper into the forest right? Leafs are pretty distinctive right, their shape and patterns? What I mean is it might be a good place to start looking.” Maxwell got to his feet and walked past the group toward the opening through which the light shone weakly into the room. He was not a leader and had no intention of becoming one, that was clearly Kanoa's role. For that reason he turned his head and addressed her directly. “The leafs may be important. Either the culprit, if there is one, left them there when the kid went missing or the kid left them there himself. Either situation implies something a little different. Did the culprit come from the woods looking for him or was he followed? Mary's right, we should ask the parents if he had been camping recently or anything like that. Could be they have nothing to do with this at all.” He paused and stared at Kanoa for a moment. “You're the boss, what do you think we should do?” he asked stoically.

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

I'd watch that show~

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

Maxwell had heard that someone at the school had gone missing a little while back. He had thought little of it at the time, having just been released from the hospital. Now he found himself wondering if it was related in any way to what had happened to him. Then again if what Kanoa was saying was legitimate then it seemed to be unlikely. Maxwell had stepped off of a bridge in broad day light. There had been no attempt to make him disappear, plenty of people would have seen him die. But this kid had disappeared without a trace. “Shit,” he said aloud without meaning to. He could just walk away now and forget about all of this. He could have but that was not the way the world worked. At least not for him. Not any more. Hearing about this kid brought back memories of his parents worried faces when they had thought that he had tried to kill himself. No parent deserved that. Even if this kid was dead they deserved to know. Right? “I'll help,” he said to Kanoa, making sure that he made eye contact with her so that she would know that he was sincere, though in the end he just looked as though he was glaring at her. Aware of this he looked away and instead stared away to the side, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully.