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Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

YamiCuoreLaroux said
As soon as he retrieved his tablet from its place in the gym, Kyo turned to see Pyktis...doing something. With his tablet back in hand, he could actually ask what was going on now, so he began typing. "Pyktis, are you looking for something? Do you want any help?"

The mechanical voice broke the silence and Py's prayers were answered. It was Kyo and Py was really thankful to fate. "Yeah! My cane. I don't remember where I kept it. Could you be kind enough to search with me." Py requested. Something that had stuck him as odd though was the way Kyo had called him on. He had used his full name to sound formal, was the effects of what he did to Liz already snowballing out of control. Were people already made a notion about him and shunned him? Well the process had started, Kyo who he thought was the most gentle seemed to be doing this only out of habit it seemed.

This realization had an effect on his features, his shoulders drooped and the face also twisted itself into a sad expression. Perhaps he had been a bit too harsh on the shy girl, all she wanted to do was help. He could've always left things at the wounds and never talked about energy transfer.

'You stupid stupid man!' he berated himself mentally as he still physically searched for his cane.

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - Orcish Mercenary Company RP [Fantasy]

I think we need a post from Suess to mobilize all the troops with whatever strategy he has in mind so that we can all do our thing.

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As no response came from the cold presence, Py took it as his mistake and decided to carry on. But the bell rang soon so he left his rope and began looking around for his cane. Since he had been jumping and shuffling about a few steps, his mental radar was way off from finding his cane. He knew he had left it near some corner but where exactly was a problem. There were a dozen things in the gym room that could be mistaken for a cane so he just brought his hand in front of him and calmly waved around hoping to catch the cane. He was crouching and counting his steps so that he can map a route afresh.

The housekeeper had the right intention but he thought she was a bit too quick and eager to get them going. He needed some time to sort himself out but in the end he had only achieved losing a possible friend and with the way things are going, Liz's gentle and likable personality he'll soon alienate other people that like Liz. Not a good start but he'll live here until he is thrown out and improvise from there. As the thoughts ran through his mind he still searched for the cane, he was on all fours now hoping that he'd get lucky or that someone would help him.

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - Orcish Mercenary Company RP [Fantasy]

UnseenShade said
She assassinates a guard, uses a alter self spell to look like them and then go and report to the commander?

And then she opens the gate for Orcs to march right in. i like where this is going. So do you need any help from my character? A distraction or something. Or going with another plan and make you look like a victim from a particular wild Orc chasing you?

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Alexei

Kotori's reply was an affirmation to his own answer. He had mulled over it for a good amount of time and reached that conclusion but having more support never hurts.

"Hmm.Thanks a lot, Shirohane-san. It puts my mind at ease now." he said in a calm tone. They had reached the shopping mall by now and stood at its entrance looking at their target. Something about the sight of flowers made Alexei smile a bit. He turned to face Kotori once more "Shall we" he said pointing at the shop.

They walked inside the mall and straight towards the flower store, past the coffee shop which was a popular hanging spot for students of their school. It was nearly empty seeing that they were the first among those who left the school.

"So Shirohane-san, does your mother make an Ikebana herself or does she have someone making it. Also do you sell seeds for flowers or potted ones?" Alexei asked, a bit more curious as they neared their destination. As he waited for her reply they went through the entrance, he gave a polite bow to whom he thought was the incharge of the shop.

"Good Evening, Madam."

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KindledBeast said
Alastair had watched what happen between it and Liz Alastair dropped his rope and walked over to py chatching the rope before it smacked him agin, Alastair just stared not making any sounds, he let go of the rope as he circled around the bloody boy not making any sense, the boy was probably feeling colder just being in Alastair's preccenece. Alastair had found out that the blind were able to feel his preccenece easier.

He felt the rope jerk and stop its motion as something impeded it. He wasn't entirely sure but he felt a rather cold presence near him. Unnaturally so and it didn't even remotely feel like Katherin. Then it dawned on him that he may have accidentally veered while jumping and hit some one.

"I am extremely sorry, I didn't intend to hurt you. I don't know how I went of course. Please see the housekeeper immediately." he said in an apologetic tone. he thought taht he had had enough of skipping for today so he let the rope fall on the floor. As he stood facing the presence which seemed to move around a bit.

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KatherinWinter said
"Don't say that." Liz told him almost angerly. You are not a blip. Every life is important." She pulled her hand away from him. "I will not kill. Never again." She rushed out of the gym. Years rolled quickly down her face. How could he even suggest such a terrible thing? She understood not wanting to live. Sh had felt that way more then once. But she would never ask anyone to be burden themself with her death. She rushed through the halls in search of a place to hide.

He had anticipated such a reply, knowing that Liz was too kind natured he knew his words would have appalled her but that was the only way to get her stop worrying about him. If that meant being a villain in her eyes, Py was willing to be one. He quickly got up and took to jumping again. His timing was getting better but he was still over thinking a lot of things. His body was still rigid and clumsy. Today wasn't turning out to be as good as he would have hoped. Through constant lashing, the rope was starting to lose its strength as well. It might not be too long before it snapped.

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KatherinWinter said
"I did not completely believe you." Liz admitted. " But I am also still her because I can't leave. When someone is sick or hurt I have to help them. I can't move from here until you are completely healed." She frowned at his question. "I Don't know if I can take energy our not. Although you and Kiyo seem to have more energy then most people I have known. I guess I will have to try to take energy from the two of you sometime. I hesitate to find out. Taking energy from others would be very dangerous. I wouldn't want my father to have that kind of power."

"Oh don't worry. The most you'll do is kill me. I think that's a good way to go. It's not like I have a lot to leave behind or something. I promise no one would miss me, I'm just a blip." Py said to her calmly. He had thought about the big questions, the meaning of life, its purpose, your contribution, your legacy and other such things and the answers he had come up with were hardly convincing. After having tested almost every possible method of dying, he welcomed death in a strange way and to die at the hands of such a gentle soul as Liz wasn't too bad.

He wondered though what scars she had that she was so timid. Her father must have been a really piece of work for the fear he had instilled in her.

"You don't have to fear your father now, Liz. It will only shackle what you can be and what you can do." Py said as he gently held her shoulders, squeezing them ever so slightly.

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I am really really really sorry Tia. :'{

But I have posted now :D I hope it was good. Shy Stalker on the scene xD

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Friday, July 18th 2014. Slidell, Louisiana. 10:00 AM

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It was only an hour or so away. Eugene fidgeted violently as she looked at her watch, a run down Omega her mother had passed on to her. The rusty '80 Ford Fairmont barely could manage the expressway speed. Rickety, bumpy and loud in all the wrong places Eugene was sorry for the abuse she was putting the car under but she was too excited to care. Finally, she had been up for two days straight wasting a full pack of copier paper on writing her feelings towards Jack.

There was so much she wanted to say, to much she wanted to feel. Not for a moment had he been off her mind. Regardless of what she did he was always on her mind. She was more than obsessed with him and even living 800 miles apart hadn't lessened those feelings. She had moved to Augusta fearing that she might inconvenience Ms Deville or take away her lovely boy from her but all these years she wasn't able to convince herself that what she did was right.

As such thoughts passed with feverish intensity, Lake Pontchartrain appeared in front of her. She could feel the hair on her nape dance, tears came in her eyes. With a twist of a lever, she put topgear and gave the old girl the beans. The Ford coughed loudly before responding to her mistresses's desire.

"I'm Coming Jaaack!!" Eugene let out a squeal. Damn the girl was excited. She felt her throat as her hands caressed the gap between the shoulder blades, engraved there was a simple name. JACK .

Even with full throttle, she wasn't the first to arrive. Rather judging by the swanky car in the driveway one of the popular ones had arrived before her. Compared to her rustbucket, it was sparkling clean. The paint as good as new and the cloth of the convertible clean and taut. Someone of them had surely done great. She parked her car behind it and got out. She looked around her walking house for her little package. Wrapped in a dainty red wrapper which clearly showed signs of reuse was a medium sized box. She took it out and made her way to the door.

It was then she saw the man at the door, dripping machismo and swagger he stood, knocking at the door. She recoiled in her mind but still braved on the steps. Standing meekly away from him and her messy bangs covering most of her face. Her crumpled dress was a far cry from the impeccably dressed man in front of her and it was some moments before she regained her senses.

"J...JJJ....Ja...Jac...k!" she stumbled. Her face a beet red as her black hair covered an almost sixty percent of it. If in her wildest dreams it was Jack, she can kiss goodbye her dreams of confession. She suddenly felt the breast pocket of her Jacket filled with lead. The letter inside seemed to weigh tonnes now.