@KahleenCuthald Truth. Sorry, it's just that I'm a bit overexcited to see new people hanging around, haha. And thank you very much, yourself!
EchoicChamber
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STATUS: Much to the surprise of everyone, I am not dead. 4 yrs ago
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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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@KahleenCuthald That's understandable! I know that there's a lot of people that prefer to play characters within their gender/orientation to write what you know, and pressing yourself to write something that you don't is hardly ever easy. Perhaps some time in the future someone will add in a lesbian or bi female character that you could write with (my own two character slots have been filled already, unfortunately), but until then, I hope you have fun with your other roleplays. c:
@KahleenCuthald While I'm not the GM, I'm sure that if you waited for them to come back, they could easily help you squeeze in if you'd like. c:
Not much has happened yet, and there are two unmatched male characters currently.
Not much has happened yet, and there are two unmatched male characters currently.
“God damnit, lady,” Stride grumbled. She spun the wheel, turning the behemoth of a vehicle around a street corner and listening to the engine purr with the movement. “Look, I know immortals n’ shit get a buncha money stored up after a while, but it’s kinda...fuck, I don’t know. It’s just kinda weird for ya to be wantin’ to drop so much cash on me, y’know? ‘Specially since we just met n’ all.” Her hair had once again become animated, swirling as if it had been caught in a storm.
Regardless, Stride found herself driving to the Crescent Moon in spite of herself. The lady sounded like she was still very much on emotional thin ice after what had happened- and for good reason, really- and the last thing that she wanted to do was wind up making Cienna start to cry or something because she refused to eat breakfast with her.
After going through a particularly congested spot of traffic, the hummer rolled to a stop, and Stride cut the engine before turning to her companion. “Well, we’re here.” She’d just order one of the cheaper meals off the menu. Or try to convince Cienna to let her pay for herself. Or something.
It was just...uncomfortable to imagine getting something like this for no price at all.
@Daemanis
Regardless, Stride found herself driving to the Crescent Moon in spite of herself. The lady sounded like she was still very much on emotional thin ice after what had happened- and for good reason, really- and the last thing that she wanted to do was wind up making Cienna start to cry or something because she refused to eat breakfast with her.
After going through a particularly congested spot of traffic, the hummer rolled to a stop, and Stride cut the engine before turning to her companion. “Well, we’re here.” She’d just order one of the cheaper meals off the menu. Or try to convince Cienna to let her pay for herself. Or something.
It was just...uncomfortable to imagine getting something like this for no price at all.
@Daemanis
Before Stride could even speak, her stomach had replied for her- its snarling somehow managing to be even louder than her car’s radio. The hybrid shrugged, waiting until Cienna had gotten in before pulling out of the driveway. “Got your answer there, I s’pose.” It had been awhile since she had gone out to any proper restaurant, so she supposed there wouldn’t be too much of a problem in grabbing breakfast now and saving the bites for later. However, upon Cienna’s mention of where she intended for them to eat, Stride couldn’t help but balk.
“Ya, ah, do know that place ain’t the cheapest ‘round here, yeah?” She glanced over at the Cienna, tapping the steering wheel with her palm. “If ya wanna pay for somethin’, don’t make it the fancy-ass joint. Wouldn’t mind eatin’ at McDonalds or some shit like that.”
@Daemanis
“Ya, ah, do know that place ain’t the cheapest ‘round here, yeah?” She glanced over at the Cienna, tapping the steering wheel with her palm. “If ya wanna pay for somethin’, don’t make it the fancy-ass joint. Wouldn’t mind eatin’ at McDonalds or some shit like that.”
@Daemanis
@Avanhelsing Yep. At the end of Daemanis' post, she put a little time skip. c:
Fortunately enough for Stride’s health, both electricity and heating hadn’t been disrupted by the storm. Unfortunately, however, the lighting wasn’t as lucky, and nearly all of her windows had been shattered. She had spent the night picking glass from the floorboards by candle, and, after missing a few choice pieces, out of her heels.
It had only taken one short call for the NYCD (or the New York Cryptid Department, if you wanted to be all formal) to give her a pass for coming into work today, and another for her insurance to fork over a lump of cash for the damages. After all, unless one was a mage themselves, there was little one could do to prepare for a sudden magical storm. Lawrence Kelly, the receptionist for the first, had tipped Stride off to the fact that she’d likely be assigned to the case upon her return.
To be completely honest, the idea pleased her greatly. If the storm had gotten any worse, the investigators reported, then they would have been lucky to get away with just the building’s destruction. As long as the person responsible for this crime was out there, hundreds- if not thousands- of innocent lives would be at stake.
Currently, however, Stride was busy preparing breakfast herself, head bobbing to the beat of “Living on a Prayer” blaring from her phone’s speakers. It was hardly a five star meal, given that it consisted solely of a platter of pizza bites and a bottle of Coke, but it would do well enough. She had just pulled the plate out of the microwave when her phone buzzed, and, carefully balancing her prize in one hand, she grabbed the phone with the other and brought it up to her ear.
“Oh, hey, ah...Cienna, yeah?” She listened as the fairy from last night cried softly from the other end, then glanced up at the ceiling, inhaling through her nose. “I'll come get’cha in a sec- just gotta get ready first. Hang on ‘til then.”
With that, Stride ended the call, and, after quickly stuffing a handful of bites into her mouth, stuffed the plate and soda into the fridge and went to retrieve her mask from her room.
Eventually, after wading through traffic and winding through city streets, Stride drove up to where Cienna was waiting and rolled the window down. “Alright,” she drawled. “Where we headin’?”
@Daemanis
It had only taken one short call for the NYCD (or the New York Cryptid Department, if you wanted to be all formal) to give her a pass for coming into work today, and another for her insurance to fork over a lump of cash for the damages. After all, unless one was a mage themselves, there was little one could do to prepare for a sudden magical storm. Lawrence Kelly, the receptionist for the first, had tipped Stride off to the fact that she’d likely be assigned to the case upon her return.
To be completely honest, the idea pleased her greatly. If the storm had gotten any worse, the investigators reported, then they would have been lucky to get away with just the building’s destruction. As long as the person responsible for this crime was out there, hundreds- if not thousands- of innocent lives would be at stake.
Currently, however, Stride was busy preparing breakfast herself, head bobbing to the beat of “Living on a Prayer” blaring from her phone’s speakers. It was hardly a five star meal, given that it consisted solely of a platter of pizza bites and a bottle of Coke, but it would do well enough. She had just pulled the plate out of the microwave when her phone buzzed, and, carefully balancing her prize in one hand, she grabbed the phone with the other and brought it up to her ear.
“Oh, hey, ah...Cienna, yeah?” She listened as the fairy from last night cried softly from the other end, then glanced up at the ceiling, inhaling through her nose. “I'll come get’cha in a sec- just gotta get ready first. Hang on ‘til then.”
With that, Stride ended the call, and, after quickly stuffing a handful of bites into her mouth, stuffed the plate and soda into the fridge and went to retrieve her mask from her room.
Eventually, after wading through traffic and winding through city streets, Stride drove up to where Cienna was waiting and rolled the window down. “Alright,” she drawled. “Where we headin’?”
@Daemanis
@Avanhelsing I was assuming just to the next day/morning, myself.
Aight, I'm ready to time skip when y'all are. :)
Stride leaned back in her seat, brow creasing with thought. “Can’t say I’ve heard of the place,” she mumbled. “Give me a sec.” One hand still on the wheel, she pulled her phone from her pocket and quickly tapped out the name given. “It’s…’bout a block from here, so not too far or anythin’.” She paused, then looked up at Cienna. “Look, I’m gonna give you my number anyway. Case ya get into trouble or some shit like that on the way back.” While the woman seemed to have her own way of getting around, she was still very much blind- and a rather little thing, to boot. Even if it was just to put her own mind at rest, Stride rattled off her number before putting her phone away, looking Cienna over.
“Call me Stride,” she replied. Upon catching sight of the bill Cienna was pushing her way- especially of just how much the thing was worth- Stride quickly pushed it back into the fairy’s hand, grunting a little. “Keep it. Wasn’t too long of a drive, so ya don’t gotta worry ‘bout that.”
Stride hung around in the parking lot for a bit longer, until she was sure that the lady would make it safely inside, before kicking the engine up again and driving off. With Julie and Cienna now at the hospital, her mind turned to other, less pressing things.
Namely, the fact that the last time she saw her apartment, it looked to be a complete wreck.
She let out a groan under her breath. Hopefully her electricity would still be good, or else she’d be massively fucked.
@Daemanis
“Call me Stride,” she replied. Upon catching sight of the bill Cienna was pushing her way- especially of just how much the thing was worth- Stride quickly pushed it back into the fairy’s hand, grunting a little. “Keep it. Wasn’t too long of a drive, so ya don’t gotta worry ‘bout that.”
Stride hung around in the parking lot for a bit longer, until she was sure that the lady would make it safely inside, before kicking the engine up again and driving off. With Julie and Cienna now at the hospital, her mind turned to other, less pressing things.
Namely, the fact that the last time she saw her apartment, it looked to be a complete wreck.
She let out a groan under her breath. Hopefully her electricity would still be good, or else she’d be massively fucked.
@Daemanis
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