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Metalheart

@ladyanglaise
Guess not. :/ Hopefully they'll be on soon.
In the mean time, how's everyone doing?

Metalheart

I'm just waiting for Lila to head up before posting.

Metalheart

Welp, there's always tomorrow! Lol

Metalheart

@Rusalka
Woohoo! Glad to hear you're feeling better! :D If it makes you feel better, it's early morning somewhere else in the world lol.

Just noticed, but I don't think Lila has gone up yet.

Metalheart

"I promise to visit you whenever I can. After all, a doctor has to make sure her patients are alright." Marcella winked and giggled before finally pulling away from Cooper. The gazes from the crowd had strayed back to the stage, the people focused on the young man hooked to the machine.

Siege. Marcella knew that last name well. Her father often spoke highly of that family, being a man of power himself. Their attitude towards the lower class were less than amicable, causing Marcella to clap uneasily as the man onstage was declared a politician. An ambitious gleam glowed in his eyes. Whether or not that was a good thing, Marcella was cautious to find out.

Metalheart

@Rusalka
Aww hope you feel better soon! Have you taken aspirin or anything?

Metalheart

Marcella's hand lowered as Cooper poked her head inbetween her and Lila. Her eyes widened with surprise and joy, a grin spreading across her face. "Cooper!" The Italian threw her arms around the newly named Metalheart. "Congratulations!" Odd glances were thrown their way, onlookers baffled by the site of a noble hugging a Metalheart, but Marcella paid the rising whispers no heed.

+ ANIMA

In the +Anima fantasy world, Astaria (a primarily desert land with European influence), some humans have an unusual gift that grants them the ability to morph one or more of their body parts, such as limbs, into a form of an animal's body part. Some are capable of even more radical changes, such as growing wings or full-body transformation. The transformation processes are very fast, and occur at the user's will. When inactive, the morphed areas revert to normal, leaving the person's clothing and body completely untouched. The only visual mark of this ability appears on the body of the person, in the form of a black birthmark ( tattoo-like marking that determines their +anima). Occasionally, the user bears some behavioral characteristics of their animal, but this is not very common. +Anima are not treated kindly by the "normal" humans. Therefore, when some are treated bad enough or have a taken over neglected feeling, their anima often takes over them.

I did NOT create what is above, this is just a brief explanation of the world I plan to use. Quote me if you're interested.

@Bryn

It's been years since I last read +Anima, but I definitely remember enjoying it. Count me in!

Metalheart

Marcella smiled at Lila and offered her an elegant hand. "My name is Marcella Biancardi." Amusement filled the noble's soft gaze. "You seem to already know what you're getting."

Supernatural Task Force V4.0

Kite didn't know what woke him up first: the sunlight streaming through his window, the crick in his neck after spending the night reading, or the shrill ring of his phone in his ear. Mumbling a half-hearted curse, the young man fumbled around his book ridden bed for the source of the ring. He pushed past precariously placed books, remnants of studying spells from last night, and threw pillows before finding his phone perched at the end of his bed. By the time Kite grabbed it, the ringing had stopped leaving one new voicemail.

Kite suppressed a groan as he let it play. Another case, and by the sound of it, the team was going to have a hell of a time with this one. Literally. "So much for a break," he mumbled as he hauled himself out of bed. He dressed quickly and stuffed his bow into a dark, faded duffle bag. There wasn't much of a chance he was going to use it at the meeting, but still. Kite felt better having it close.

The cafe was close enough to walk. Kite combed through his rat's nest of thick, dark hair, quietly hoping no one noticed his disheveled appearance or the dark circles beneath his eyes. He headed inside and gave the team members already there a brisk nod. "So, what is it this time?" he grumbled as he swung himself onto a seat. "Possessions? Cultists? A girl with a spinny head going around throwing up pea soup?"