Estylwen

"What Did They Do To Us?" - A Mysterious Supernatural Escape RP!!

When will we be starting the IC?

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree [Complete]

Halloween Festival, Near the Ferry
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The security blanket Mr. Devola had wrapped Layla in was still strong and all-encompassing. The feelings of nostalgia and sugar-pop happiness deep in her veins, matching the out-of-place smile on her face.

It almost covered up the sound of a dog barking in the distance.

Almost.

Layla's heart did a little jitter, knowing all too well who’s raspy barking that was. She could instantly feel it. Skin crawling with goosebumps as she peered into the darkness, trying to discern the threat.

No. Everything was fine. Even if her curse was following her, she wasn't afraid. She couldn't be afraid. She felt too good, too on-top-of-the-world.

She stepped on a twig, and its audible snapped caused her to shriek in fright. Shivering.

No. No, everything was fine. She was fine. She was with her friends, Britney, Sabrina, Mr. Devola, Linqian. Her curse wouldn't dare to touch her now. Not right now, no.

A phantom hand crept up her arm, curling around her shoulder. Layla jumped, her head snapping back. Instead of seeing a hand, she instead saw… Mario? Running towards them.

”Jie, why are you moving away? Why did you change? Jie, waiiiitttt!”

Mario

Linqian seemed to react strongly at their presence. She pushed Britney and Mr. Devola on, trying to get some space between them. Layla stared on in confusion.

”Who the fuck is this crazy guy, must be drunk off his ass, let’s go,”

Linqian

Layla pursed her lips. Linqian was acting downright suspicious. Why?

"Gosh, well you were right about them being drunk Linqian; but you think I don't know who this is? Go easy on him, huh? You remember being his age."

Mr. Devola

Huh. Mr. Devola recognized Mario. That meant the kid had to be some kind of friend, right? Actually. Layla narrowed her eyes as she looked at Linqian and Mario. They had an uncanny likeness. Were they… Family?

Layla cracked a smile, waving her hand at Mario.

“Hey! You should come join us; you know Linqian, right?”

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Halloween Festival, Temple's Booth
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“Remember, it's not so much him, but what he holds that you need to ascertain.”

Entrancing pink eyes stared over Luna as she looked up from the floor. A hand wrapped around Mother Cards's slender fingers, almost worshipful in its embrace. Luna couldn't look away even if she wanted to.

And she didn't want to.

“How will I know it's the right one?”

Mother Cards held a finger to her lips. “You focus on him. Tensions are high in the city. No one is going far without their ward.”

Luna nodded, pressing a kiss against Mother Card's fingers before she stood. “Consider it done.”

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Luna blinked behind her mask, brought back to the present moment.

"Sorry, Touka-chan, she just wouldn't get it. We don't have much left unfortunately, we've got an improvised Kebab and Salad combo that we're doing at five bucks with a free drink. Sound okay?"

Temple Member

A fellow anime-lover. Luna pressed her mask, pretending to be overcome with fellow weebness momentarily. It looked as though she had slipped under the radar, and although she didn't know anyone here beyond her target, she had a feeling Mother Cards would give her the run down before long.

“Sounds great, thank you.~” She did a little twirl in her cosplay before fishing out a wallet and passing over some bills.

“Here, this should cover it.” She said, watching the exchange between Mr. Salamente and his fellow kitchen worker.

Interesting. Dark colors. Yet a sense of family. Of community. They were close enough to be frank with one another. Not likely to toss one another under the bus, or abandon the other.

So when the hammer eventually struck, it would need to be a good strike, one to shatter a block instead of a bundle of sticks.

Luna stared for a long and silent moment, before a chill shuddered up her spine. She turned to see a brunette, curled and wispy hair, dressed Lolita style and holding a bear. A bear of which's eyes were… staring directly at her. Looking ethereal with the smoke drifting off it.

Luna stared back, before her eyes narrowed flatly. She had to be looking at a ward, a channeler. The only question that remained was what it was for, and what it could do.

She was counting on Leon being away from his other members, his family. To give her an in. But in the face of this uncertainty, she wasn't entirely sure the place was left as unguarded as she once thought.

No matter.

She was here for one thing, and one thing only. Her gaze shifted to Mr. Salamente as he worked on her order, and paid special attention to his hands.

Did he have his knife on him?

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree [Complete]

Nah we're good. ^^; Here's Luna's weakness:

WEAKNESSES ⫻ The primary weakness of the White Suit's power is the color black. Against anything black colored - whether magic or mundane - the constructs will crumble and warp against it, and anything colored black will shred through her constructs like it's nothing. Creating the constructs puts a strain on her, and larger constructs, or after a prolonged period of fighting, will cause intense headaches, nausea, vomiting, and other fun things.

The Dark Beyond

Absolutely fabulous post, Lexi! I especially love the interaction between Mr. Cress and Hivemind's researcher.

That means it's my turn! I will aim to have this complete within 2-4 days. :>

Revue of Annihilation

I didn't want to rush the scene, so I have her waiting for a response. She can also be moved to the other side, either works.

Revue of Annihilation

Elys Adair

Oratorio, //O3 - The Underpass
@ERode

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This nauseating, unfair city.

The Underpass was a trial all on its own, forcing any with a weak heart back from whence they came.

Elys walked in the darkness. A spiritual darkness as much as she had to assume it was a physical darkness. The masses all congregated together, nearly piled on top of one another in the cramped passageway made the way forward clotted with slow progress.

The sounds. The feral, desperate screams. The sounds a person at the end of their wits, descending into feverish madness makes, the sounds of the desperate, ignored, and dying.

It shook the very foundation of a soul to listen to.

And she, blind as she was, had to push all these desperate cries out in order to move forward. To ignore them like the ones before her had.

What was the point of a sense of justice, in the face of such appalling injustice? These people, these human beings had as much right to life as she had. Yet they were considered less than animals, ignored here. The Royal Road happy if those here would simply suffocate and die peacefully.

It was an ugly side to the city that Elys hadn't prepared herself for. She had only seen a fraction of such injustice the night her home was burned down. This…

This was too much.

She couldn't ignore this, could she?

Another step forward, her staff tapping a way clear ahead. Little by little, her heart was dying, dragged down into the screams and hopeless unrest found here. Another step forward.

Was that all she could do? Simply move forward?

Surely, she could do something. Anything.

Especially if she was meant to serve these people.

Elys’ lips flattened into a determined line. She was too aware of her own empty pockets. She had nothing to give these people. Nothing except her words. Her soul.

Following the tormented screams falling from hoarse lips, Elys moved down the passageway until the screams were much louder. Right in front of her. A hesitant hand.

Could she even do something?

Well.

It didn't really matter, did it? Something was better than nothing, after all.

So her hand reached out, gently brushing against the shoulder of the one who cried out coarsely, before gently patting them, holding the shoulder firmly.

“Why do you cry like this? Don't you know you are seen? Don't you know you are loved?”

"What Did They Do To Us?" - A Mysterious Supernatural Escape RP!!

Ohh,I didn't realize, sorry. ^^; We're lucky we have so much interest. Alright, Naomi than Carrot.

"What Did They Do To Us?" - A Mysterious Supernatural Escape RP!!

@Girlie Go Boom I like the charrie!

@Days All good, sorry we won't have another rp to do together but it's all good. :>

@Silver Carrot That means we have a space for you, did you have any other questions regarding your character?

Iris Ascendis

Ciara Ventura

Wingram Clinic
@Nanaya

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Hands-on, indeed.

Ciara put the best pained look on her face as the receptionist mentioned the first day of classes. Indeed, it was nothing like what Ciara had experienced before. Even access to raw magic and how it worked up close was nothing short of miraculous.

It made her consider, once again, exactly what kind of school she had enrolled in, and had begun to attend.

Exactly what type of school was Wingram…?

A sigh as her head spun uncomfortably. More questions than answers. And they would have to wait.

Ciara nodded as the receptionist instructed her to one of the clinic's rooms, and she murmured out a soft ‘thank you’ as she walked unsteadily down the hall. The sword she carried was momentarily rested against the wall as she walked inside. Sitting on the patient's bed felt like mere moments until Doctor Payton strode in.

For a moment, Ciara felt like she was in trouble all over again with how the good doctor stared icily at her. As she opened her mouth, nothing but a surprised squeak came out. An alarmed clearing of the throat, and Ciara tried to speak again.

“They were received in a fight. My teacher used thorns to create the gashes-” she gestured to her arms, “-and a flaming sword’s steam caused the burns.” Another gesture to the fabric now fused to her back.

She took a moment to think, considering exactly what type of magic her teacher had sparred with.

“An overcharged leyline was used, so if I had to guess, a mix of Ethos and raw leyline magic was used in both instances.”

A pause, before Ciara tilted her head. “I was also subjected to the screams of the damned, I don't know if that did anything to my psyche or not…”

As Doctor Payton's book was held open, Ciara felt suddenly less like a patient and more like a research subject. The clinical detachment was evident, and it made Ciara's throat feel dry with anxiety.

But she needed to be seen. She needed as much of her strength back before the fight later that evening.

She had to be ready to defend herself, and put everything on the line against Iraleth.

So with no hesitation, Ciara spoke, “I consent, Doctor Payton. I am in your care, please do whatever you can for me.”

"What Did They Do To Us?" - A Mysterious Supernatural Escape RP!!

Hehe, awesome, done and done!