@Erklings25 I'm amused by the fact that Fritz, who just seems like the classiest guy, got paired up with Stride, who is the most childish, "fite me irl" person.
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I'm EchoicChamber, though I mostly go by Echo.
I'm in my twenties, and returned here on a whim.
I have no idea what's happening at any given moment.
I'm in my twenties, and returned here on a whim.
I have no idea what's happening at any given moment.
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There were countless people out there who hated the cold. It was a reasonable enough thing to dislike- after all, the cold brought on hypothermia and frostbite and what have you. It was generally just unpleasant as all hell, really. Stride was among the many who went out of her way to avoid a chill like the plague, albeit for reasons different than most others’. After all, most people didn’t risk keeling over and dying when things got too chilly. Cold-blooded, Cal told her.
Regardless, Stride was determined to finish what she had started- even as the rain began to pour in buckets, she only muttered a curse under her breath and brought her jacket tighter around herself. It was too far now for her to turn back or call a cab, and, besides, her heat packs still had some warmth in them. She would be fine.
Eventually, the doors of the local bar clicked open, and in stepped a very soaked, very cold, and very relieved hybrid. She had only taken a few steps inside, feebly attempting to pat the front of her goggles dry, when another of the bar’s occupants crashed into her and sent her careening into another table. Stride fell to the floor and sat there for a moment or two, stunned, before leaping to her feet and catching the man by the shoulder. “Hey,” she said, “what the fuck?”
The man shrugged out of her grasp. “Your fault for not getting out of the way, lady.” Now that Stride had gotten her bearings, she could see that the jackass who had shoved her had been in the middle of a fight with some other guy- in fact, it seemed as if there was a full-on bar brawl going on- but her problem wasn’t with him. Grunting, Stride crossed her arms, glaring daggers at the man’s back. “I just walked in, ya asshole. How the fuck was I supposed to know you’d be comin’ at me like that?”
The man glanced over his shoulder, looking less than impressed. “Maybe if you hadn’t had your head planted up your ass, you could’ve gotten the hell out of the way.” He squinted. “And what’s with that whole getup, anyway? Look like you just rolled in from Halloween.”
What a right and utter prick. Perhaps she would have just let the guy be on another day, just told him to fuck off and go and get herself a drink, but Stride was already in a bad enough mood as it stood. Plus, there was a part of her that was itching for a good, bloody fight. Scowling, Stride gave an inarticulate cry of “fuck you” before clocking the guy in the temple. As fist and bone connected, the man staggered backwards, before going red in the face and introducing his own hand directly to the center of Stride’s stomach.
The two went at it for only a few minutes, during which Stride obtained a freshly broken nose and her new friend had his eye blackened, before the power shifted. The man slipped out of range of her latest attack, then trapped Stride in a headlock, squeezing tight around her throat. She gasped. Clawed at his arm a bit. No dice. Breath coming out in shallow pants, Stride jammed her elbow into the man’s gut, slammed the heel of her hand into his face, and, twisting free, threw the guy to the ground.
They were like that for a few moments, Stride standing over the man, the man lying stunned on the ground.
Stride swallowed.
Then let out a breathless laugh.
She brushed some of the rain-damp locks from her face, gave the guy a quick glance-over, and, deciding he wasn’t too banged up, went to the bar and took a seat.
“One basket of BBQ chips,” Stride drawled, “and two glasses of whiskey. One for that guy over there.” She jutted her thumb back over her shoulder, towards the man who had, somewhat unsteadily, began to clamber back to his feet.
It had been a good fight. It was only fair that the guy got something out of it.
As she waited for her order, Stride pulled the front of her mask down slightly, cracking the cartilage of her nose back into order before it could heal crooked. A thin trail of blood ran down her lip, but she didn’t seem to notice- still riding the high of adrenaline and energy that came with the brawl. She was so caught up in the rush of it all, in fact, that she didn’t even notice that her wrist had begun to burn like she’d been branded.
Which, in a way, she had.
@Erklings25
Regardless, Stride was determined to finish what she had started- even as the rain began to pour in buckets, she only muttered a curse under her breath and brought her jacket tighter around herself. It was too far now for her to turn back or call a cab, and, besides, her heat packs still had some warmth in them. She would be fine.
Eventually, the doors of the local bar clicked open, and in stepped a very soaked, very cold, and very relieved hybrid. She had only taken a few steps inside, feebly attempting to pat the front of her goggles dry, when another of the bar’s occupants crashed into her and sent her careening into another table. Stride fell to the floor and sat there for a moment or two, stunned, before leaping to her feet and catching the man by the shoulder. “Hey,” she said, “what the fuck?”
The man shrugged out of her grasp. “Your fault for not getting out of the way, lady.” Now that Stride had gotten her bearings, she could see that the jackass who had shoved her had been in the middle of a fight with some other guy- in fact, it seemed as if there was a full-on bar brawl going on- but her problem wasn’t with him. Grunting, Stride crossed her arms, glaring daggers at the man’s back. “I just walked in, ya asshole. How the fuck was I supposed to know you’d be comin’ at me like that?”
The man glanced over his shoulder, looking less than impressed. “Maybe if you hadn’t had your head planted up your ass, you could’ve gotten the hell out of the way.” He squinted. “And what’s with that whole getup, anyway? Look like you just rolled in from Halloween.”
What a right and utter prick. Perhaps she would have just let the guy be on another day, just told him to fuck off and go and get herself a drink, but Stride was already in a bad enough mood as it stood. Plus, there was a part of her that was itching for a good, bloody fight. Scowling, Stride gave an inarticulate cry of “fuck you” before clocking the guy in the temple. As fist and bone connected, the man staggered backwards, before going red in the face and introducing his own hand directly to the center of Stride’s stomach.
The two went at it for only a few minutes, during which Stride obtained a freshly broken nose and her new friend had his eye blackened, before the power shifted. The man slipped out of range of her latest attack, then trapped Stride in a headlock, squeezing tight around her throat. She gasped. Clawed at his arm a bit. No dice. Breath coming out in shallow pants, Stride jammed her elbow into the man’s gut, slammed the heel of her hand into his face, and, twisting free, threw the guy to the ground.
They were like that for a few moments, Stride standing over the man, the man lying stunned on the ground.
Stride swallowed.
Then let out a breathless laugh.
She brushed some of the rain-damp locks from her face, gave the guy a quick glance-over, and, deciding he wasn’t too banged up, went to the bar and took a seat.
“One basket of BBQ chips,” Stride drawled, “and two glasses of whiskey. One for that guy over there.” She jutted her thumb back over her shoulder, towards the man who had, somewhat unsteadily, began to clamber back to his feet.
It had been a good fight. It was only fair that the guy got something out of it.
As she waited for her order, Stride pulled the front of her mask down slightly, cracking the cartilage of her nose back into order before it could heal crooked. A thin trail of blood ran down her lip, but she didn’t seem to notice- still riding the high of adrenaline and energy that came with the brawl. She was so caught up in the rush of it all, in fact, that she didn’t even notice that her wrist had begun to burn like she’d been branded.
Which, in a way, she had.
@Erklings25
Madison loved his job.
Perhaps some would have called it monotonous. Repetitive, even, to spend so many years researching the same groups, looking over the same data, compiling said data into a format that the public could understand. But Madison relished in it all. Every day spent in his work was something new learned, or even relearned, like finding an old crumpled twenty stuffed in the pocket of a favorite jacket. It helped that the work itself was hardly boring, leading him to fantastical places, and allowing him to become acquainted with the most interesting people.
Madison was entertaining two such guests in his office currently. The first was a lovely young woman by the name of Faust. He had met her through mutual friends, and, after a few lunches, he invited her to stop by his office to demonstrate her particularly curious power to him in person. She accepted, and was here now, picking at the velvet arm of her chair and frowning to herself.
The second was “Russell”, a giant, writhing pile of...something indescribable that Faust had summoned in the center of his office. Madison had no words to describe the jumble of flesh that was strewn upon his floor, and, whenever he attempted to get a closer look at it to try and understand what, exactly, he was looking at, he found that his eyes would begin to bleed profusely.
So Madison settled for staring at a spot just to the left of Russell, or glancing over at Faust, or dropping his gaze to his notes. No point in pressing what quite clearly shouldn’t be pressed, after all.
“So, Russell.” Madison began, “This…’salivating void’ you mentioned- is this a part of the world you came from?”
Russell hissed. It drew the mints that had been offered to it into one of its countless orifices, and cried in a voice that had no sound inside Madison’s head.
“COUNTLESS EYES
SALIVATING
THE STARS ARE
SOON TO SWALLOW
EXTINGUISH THE SEAS EXTINGUISH THE SEAS EXTINGUISH”
Madison sketched the words down onto his paper, nodding to himself. “I see. Unfortunately, I’m not quite sure how to do that, Russell. My apologies. ”
“WE ARE BUT ONE OF HIS TONGUES, WHISPERING WORDS THAT WE KNOW
LISTEN
AND
WAIT”
“Thank you very much. I’ll do my best to follow your advice.” Clicking his pen, Madison glanced over at Faust, smiling warmly at the witch. “Alright, I believe that I’ve gotten all the recordings that I need for this session. We can schedule another appointment in the future, once you and Russell are ready.”
“Oh. Well.” Faust gave an awkward chuckle, rubbing her hands together. “That’s good. That’s good. We can come back in a few weeks. I was just worried you would be trying to put Russell into some special Russell jail or something. He really doesn’t like that.”
“I would hate to upset you or Russell,” Madison replied. His voice was as warm as ever, although his eyes were sober. “Both of you have been wonderful guests. In fact, would you and him like to come over for lunch once our next studies are over?”
Faust swallowed. She pulled at the pink locks that had fallen into her face, tearing off a few loose strands. “Sure. Sure. That sounds nice. Thank you, Mr. Lovette.”
“No, thank you for yours and his time.” Beaming, Madison sat up, watching as Faust dismissed Russell away to whatever plane he had came from before reaching to shake her hand. Once the woman left, Madison circled the office, switching off the various recording devices- of both magical and mundane natures- that he had scattered throughout the room in preparation for the visit.
This truly had been an interesting session.
Once everything had been properly packed away, and once the data was recorded and properly backed up (Madison had found that any visual recordings of the session had been ruined, much to his dismay), the researcher left his office and began his stroll back home. His work and home were so close that he hardly bothered to drive, preferring to simply let his feet take him to and fro. It left him ample time to mull over his research, and that was something he found quite precious.
As the rain began to fall in heavy sheets upon the vampire, he glanced up, smiled, and opened a bright red umbrella above his head before continuing his trudge forwards. He would let himself enjoy it more fully once he was home.
Perhaps some would have called it monotonous. Repetitive, even, to spend so many years researching the same groups, looking over the same data, compiling said data into a format that the public could understand. But Madison relished in it all. Every day spent in his work was something new learned, or even relearned, like finding an old crumpled twenty stuffed in the pocket of a favorite jacket. It helped that the work itself was hardly boring, leading him to fantastical places, and allowing him to become acquainted with the most interesting people.
Madison was entertaining two such guests in his office currently. The first was a lovely young woman by the name of Faust. He had met her through mutual friends, and, after a few lunches, he invited her to stop by his office to demonstrate her particularly curious power to him in person. She accepted, and was here now, picking at the velvet arm of her chair and frowning to herself.
The second was “Russell”, a giant, writhing pile of...something indescribable that Faust had summoned in the center of his office. Madison had no words to describe the jumble of flesh that was strewn upon his floor, and, whenever he attempted to get a closer look at it to try and understand what, exactly, he was looking at, he found that his eyes would begin to bleed profusely.
So Madison settled for staring at a spot just to the left of Russell, or glancing over at Faust, or dropping his gaze to his notes. No point in pressing what quite clearly shouldn’t be pressed, after all.
“So, Russell.” Madison began, “This…’salivating void’ you mentioned- is this a part of the world you came from?”
Russell hissed. It drew the mints that had been offered to it into one of its countless orifices, and cried in a voice that had no sound inside Madison’s head.
“COUNTLESS EYES
SALIVATING
THE STARS ARE
SOON TO SWALLOW
EXTINGUISH THE SEAS EXTINGUISH THE SEAS EXTINGUISH”
Madison sketched the words down onto his paper, nodding to himself. “I see. Unfortunately, I’m not quite sure how to do that, Russell. My apologies. ”
“WE ARE BUT ONE OF HIS TONGUES, WHISPERING WORDS THAT WE KNOW
LISTEN
AND
WAIT”
“Thank you very much. I’ll do my best to follow your advice.” Clicking his pen, Madison glanced over at Faust, smiling warmly at the witch. “Alright, I believe that I’ve gotten all the recordings that I need for this session. We can schedule another appointment in the future, once you and Russell are ready.”
“Oh. Well.” Faust gave an awkward chuckle, rubbing her hands together. “That’s good. That’s good. We can come back in a few weeks. I was just worried you would be trying to put Russell into some special Russell jail or something. He really doesn’t like that.”
“I would hate to upset you or Russell,” Madison replied. His voice was as warm as ever, although his eyes were sober. “Both of you have been wonderful guests. In fact, would you and him like to come over for lunch once our next studies are over?”
Faust swallowed. She pulled at the pink locks that had fallen into her face, tearing off a few loose strands. “Sure. Sure. That sounds nice. Thank you, Mr. Lovette.”
“No, thank you for yours and his time.” Beaming, Madison sat up, watching as Faust dismissed Russell away to whatever plane he had came from before reaching to shake her hand. Once the woman left, Madison circled the office, switching off the various recording devices- of both magical and mundane natures- that he had scattered throughout the room in preparation for the visit.
This truly had been an interesting session.
Once everything had been properly packed away, and once the data was recorded and properly backed up (Madison had found that any visual recordings of the session had been ruined, much to his dismay), the researcher left his office and began his stroll back home. His work and home were so close that he hardly bothered to drive, preferring to simply let his feet take him to and fro. It left him ample time to mull over his research, and that was something he found quite precious.
As the rain began to fall in heavy sheets upon the vampire, he glanced up, smiled, and opened a bright red umbrella above his head before continuing his trudge forwards. He would let himself enjoy it more fully once he was home.
@BlackPanther Yeppp. I know I'm using a dude for my gal Stride's FC, but given that she's incredibly masculine for a lady, I thought it was fitting, haha.
@MissCapnCrunch Reasonable enough, tbh. Reasonable enough.
@MissCapnCrunch Reasonable enough, tbh. Reasonable enough.
@Avanhelsing Rude. I joined for the advertised pastries, and I will get my advertised pastries.
All joking aside, though, hello. c: I'm Echo, and I look forward to roleplaying with y'all. This is my first time joining a romance-based RP of any kind, so forgive me if I'm kind of sloppy or anything, haha. I hope you guys enjoy my characters!
All joking aside, though, hello. c: I'm Echo, and I look forward to roleplaying with y'all. This is my first time joining a romance-based RP of any kind, so forgive me if I'm kind of sloppy or anything, haha. I hope you guys enjoy my characters!
Hello surprise everyone I am new joiner whoops
I have come to claim my rations of cookies and milk.
I have come to claim my rations of cookies and milk.
“Y’know, I’m pretty sure it’s common courtesy to buy someone dinner before you start tying ‘em up like this.”
No answer, aside from a rather unimpressed look from the doctor as she tightened the restraints.
“Not much of a talker, eh?” Letting out a long breath, Percival turned to face the ceiling, the bind around his head digging into his skin with the movement. In all honesty, he would have been grateful for any sort of reaction. A chuckle, maybe, or even an offhanded “shut the hell up, I’m not paid enough to deal with patients being little shits”. Even though he had already set his mind on doing this, he was nervous. God, was he nervous. Whatever happened here would change his life forever, and the screams from the neighboring rooms hadn’t helped in the slightest. A distraction would have been great.
There was the bite of the needle into his flesh, and Percival shut his eyes, taking in slow, steady breaths. It would be alright. He needed to loosen up a little. He would be getting paid enough to swim in, and get to be a living, breathing superhero. Who knew- maybe he would get something really cool, like flight or ice powers or something. He wasn’t afraid of ice or birds, but it was a nice thought. Wholesome.
Minutes ticked away, marked by the steady click of the nearby clock. There was a steady sort of thrum in his veins, and he felt a bit...cold, but overall, it wasn’t so bad.
And then his teeth started to hurt.
That wasn’t too bad, either, at first. It felt sort of those growing pains he got back when he was a kid, deep in his bones. His jaw began to feel a little sore, too. However, instead of levelling out at an annoying, but still tolerable like your garden variety growing pains, it got worse. And worse. Percival gave a nervous chuckle, squirming a little against the restraints. After a few minutes, he began to scream.
When Percival was eventually released, rubbing at his chafed wrists, he had to admit to himself that the pain wasn’t the worst part. Maybe it was the fact that he could hear the bones in his face growing, quite comfortably, like a tree being split in half. Maybe it was the fact that, at some point, he had started to laugh- hysterical, hyena-like shrieks. Honestly, there were a lot of things that were pretty nightmarish about the whole thing, so Percival decided not to spend too much time settling on a favorite.
Instead, he focused on the now. He had found a mirror on one of the counters and was now eyeing his reflection like it had teeth. Which it did. Giant, sharklike teeth, in place of his regular, normal, non-freaky teeth. He was also as pale as paper, which was fairly creepy in itself, but his focus was honestly more on his mouth. Explained the pain, at least.
Clicking his teeth-fangs together, Percival placed the mirror down, glancing back over his shoulder at the researcher. “Well. Hope you guys offer free dentistry.”
Just as before, silence. Running his tongue over his canines, he quietly followed the researcher out and through the corridors until both reached the entrance to a recovery room. Or a lobby, maybe. Surprisingly, the researcher spoke for the first time as they came to a stop, voice high and sweet despite her attitude throughout the whole thing.
“Wait with the others. Dr. Williams will see you all shortly.”
Others, then. Swell. Percival watched the researcher step out of sight before turning back to the door, hands in the pockets of his coat. Who knew, he thought. Maybe they’d also be stuck with a new makeover, too. Could start a therapy group. Or a club. Wear it on a t shirt or something. With a flutter of his jacket, Percival bounded inside, only to see that his little “makeover” prediction was very accurate.
Well. Only partially accurate, really. Most of the people inside looked fine, really, except for the lady with a giant spider rump. Despite himself, Percival started, giving a quick “Oh Christ” under his breath at the sight. Giant spider lady.
Gathering himself, Percival slunk forward, taking a seat and patting out the front of his shirt. “So,” he began, drawing out the “oh”, “gonna take a quick stab here and say...fear of lawsuits?”
It was an attempt to lighten the mood, albeit a bit of a “hit or miss” one.
@Tojin
No answer, aside from a rather unimpressed look from the doctor as she tightened the restraints.
“Not much of a talker, eh?” Letting out a long breath, Percival turned to face the ceiling, the bind around his head digging into his skin with the movement. In all honesty, he would have been grateful for any sort of reaction. A chuckle, maybe, or even an offhanded “shut the hell up, I’m not paid enough to deal with patients being little shits”. Even though he had already set his mind on doing this, he was nervous. God, was he nervous. Whatever happened here would change his life forever, and the screams from the neighboring rooms hadn’t helped in the slightest. A distraction would have been great.
There was the bite of the needle into his flesh, and Percival shut his eyes, taking in slow, steady breaths. It would be alright. He needed to loosen up a little. He would be getting paid enough to swim in, and get to be a living, breathing superhero. Who knew- maybe he would get something really cool, like flight or ice powers or something. He wasn’t afraid of ice or birds, but it was a nice thought. Wholesome.
Minutes ticked away, marked by the steady click of the nearby clock. There was a steady sort of thrum in his veins, and he felt a bit...cold, but overall, it wasn’t so bad.
And then his teeth started to hurt.
That wasn’t too bad, either, at first. It felt sort of those growing pains he got back when he was a kid, deep in his bones. His jaw began to feel a little sore, too. However, instead of levelling out at an annoying, but still tolerable like your garden variety growing pains, it got worse. And worse. Percival gave a nervous chuckle, squirming a little against the restraints. After a few minutes, he began to scream.
When Percival was eventually released, rubbing at his chafed wrists, he had to admit to himself that the pain wasn’t the worst part. Maybe it was the fact that he could hear the bones in his face growing, quite comfortably, like a tree being split in half. Maybe it was the fact that, at some point, he had started to laugh- hysterical, hyena-like shrieks. Honestly, there were a lot of things that were pretty nightmarish about the whole thing, so Percival decided not to spend too much time settling on a favorite.
Instead, he focused on the now. He had found a mirror on one of the counters and was now eyeing his reflection like it had teeth. Which it did. Giant, sharklike teeth, in place of his regular, normal, non-freaky teeth. He was also as pale as paper, which was fairly creepy in itself, but his focus was honestly more on his mouth. Explained the pain, at least.
Clicking his teeth-fangs together, Percival placed the mirror down, glancing back over his shoulder at the researcher. “Well. Hope you guys offer free dentistry.”
Just as before, silence. Running his tongue over his canines, he quietly followed the researcher out and through the corridors until both reached the entrance to a recovery room. Or a lobby, maybe. Surprisingly, the researcher spoke for the first time as they came to a stop, voice high and sweet despite her attitude throughout the whole thing.
“Wait with the others. Dr. Williams will see you all shortly.”
Others, then. Swell. Percival watched the researcher step out of sight before turning back to the door, hands in the pockets of his coat. Who knew, he thought. Maybe they’d also be stuck with a new makeover, too. Could start a therapy group. Or a club. Wear it on a t shirt or something. With a flutter of his jacket, Percival bounded inside, only to see that his little “makeover” prediction was very accurate.
Well. Only partially accurate, really. Most of the people inside looked fine, really, except for the lady with a giant spider rump. Despite himself, Percival started, giving a quick “Oh Christ” under his breath at the sight. Giant spider lady.
Gathering himself, Percival slunk forward, taking a seat and patting out the front of his shirt. “So,” he began, drawing out the “oh”, “gonna take a quick stab here and say...fear of lawsuits?”
It was an attempt to lighten the mood, albeit a bit of a “hit or miss” one.
@Tojin
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