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This sounds like a total blast, I'd be down to play and help world build where you need. If you still need a Co-GM I've got some experience, though not as much with D&D specific rules if that's what you need.
That's not Abigail. That's A-Bagel. The perfect disguise.


Doesn't that make her a cannibal though? o.O

Side note: Show me a human being that can successfully disguise themselves as a bagel, and I will willing call her A-Bagel XD.

Haydrian glanced back at the Sedan. Huh. She had a point. He tapped the hood and spun his pointer finger in a circle, signaling the group to take a drive. There was some general grumbling and scuffling as Harry, who was riding shotgun, clambered into the drivers seat. The engine turned over and away they went. He took a deep breath. He could already tell this was going to be a straining interaction. It wasn't that he dislike people, or didn't have patience for them, on the contrary he loved them, and considered patience one of his greatest attributes. But it was just that, well he was busy. He didn't like things distracting him from his plans, and this trip alone was already an annoying enough distraction. While he genuinly found the girl interesting, and was inclined to help her, she was currently a distraction from his main goal, finding the people who sent him the note. Oh well, nothing he hadn't dealt with before. In his mind a replica of him walked across an imaginary living room to an equally imaginary record player. he shuffled through the records until he found "Trance to Study by, By Delta Notch". Mental him breathed a sigh of relief, and queued up the record.

(youtube.com/watch?v=A4lz8EXvOzA
Background music slash video. Haydrian replays this in his head when he's feeling anything from bored to angry. He finds it both relaxing and amusing, helping him to keep his cool.)

Turning back around Haydrian was caught off guard by her next comment. Bagel? He wasn't sure whether that sad of a nickname deserved a laugh or scorn. Perhaps both. Poor girl, the way she pulled her cap down even harder confirmed she was way out of her element. Haydrian wasn't sure how, but her body language somehow blared loud and clear that she had been waiting to think of a cool name for her mysterious persona for months, then blanked and sputtered out something stupid. He actually had to pause and think about that for a moment, he wasn't certain it was humanly possible to telegraph so clearly that amount of information, and yet there was no doubt about it.

He was stumped. How on earth was he supposed to respond to that? She was clearly extremely embarrassed. These sort of situations always confused him, people tended to get so flustered about the strangest things. She quickly began talking again, attempting to outrun her own words. Haydrian decided to let her finish before replying.

One part of Haydrian catalogued the information concerning vibes for future reference, another part did it's best to keep his eyes from glazing over, and the rest of him joined mental Haydrian in his little arm chair, listening to Delta Notch. Ugh. Vibes. She was either crazy or she'd spent to much time with crazies. Haydrian checked himself. He could see ghosts and raise the dead. Who was he to judge someone who claimed to feel vibes?

He really wasn't all that interested in what sort of vibes she got from him, as long as they didn't negatively affect the likely hood that she would trust him. Though it did make him laugh that she thought it possible he was a serial killer. It was the first time someone had said he reminded them of one. Though he found it absurd. He'd literally never killed someone, nor had he ever wanted to! He'd even gone so far as to avoid killing when playing his political games, to the point that he could only count two assassination's that he had ordered.

The part of Haydrian that had been left on watch realized that the girl was slowing down. Seeing his queue, he turned from the window that was Haydrians physical eye and hollered down the trap door that lead to the living room where the rest of his mind still was. His separate mental states snapped back together like rubber bands, though the original mini Haydrian shook his head and rolled his eyes. Who had time for reality when you had Delta Notch? he settled deeper into his armchair and turned up the volume.

Haydrian's mental reaction was fast, but not fast enough. As he came back to reality he realized this and checked to see if his programed responses had kicked in. He breathed a sigh of mental relief. As soon as she'd stopped talking his body had reacted with it's prerecorded response. He'd laughed. It was only automatic for a split second, but still. He cringed a little. It was one thing to be practiced in dealing with other humans, but it pained him just as much as it pleased him that he'd mastered the skill to the point that he didn't even need to pay complete attention to someone to respond properly to them.

"Listen I'm not a serial killer," He said, letting his laughter peter out before it seemed anything but friendly and polite. "Though I suppose any real serial killer would say the same thing." He shook his head at the ground with a smile, and laughed lightly again. He took the opportunity to approach her, allowing his stride to appear reactive, as if it were natural that he would approach her at this point. And it was, but Haydrian knew that it was best to keep his assumptions within his own mind, and avoid leaving them written in his body language.

"You know I don't know if I can call you Bagel with a straight face," He said as he sat down, facing the same direction as her so that they were parallel to each other. "But I had another idea." He paused for dramatic effect, looking in her eyes. "Anonymous." He let his eyes leave hers as he faced forward again, and then allowed them to trail upwards into the sky. "I don't know why but it's just the name that comes to mind when I see you." He said, continuing to stare into the sky nonchalantly.

He turned his body so he was now at an angle to her, and placing his arms on the edge of the tire behind him, leaned back. "You know if you need some help I'd be more than willing. No weirdness, scouts honor." He said making the scouts sign with the wrong hand. "If all you need is money that's fine, but in return you'd have to tell me your story over lunch. My treat." He let his head hang back, looking straight up at the sky with an air of carelessness. "Your choice." He said shrugging his shoulders.

He raised his head just enough to look her in the eyes again and say, "Listen I've been in rough straights myself a few times, and some of my closest friends were homeless when I met them. You've got no reason to be ashamed of what your going through, it's not easy." With that he let his head drop back again. Wow. The clouds were beautiful today. A bit cold out though, he thought with a shiver. He glanced at the sun. Hm. He'd guess it was around three O'clock. Hopefully Dennis would find the people they were supposed to meet. He didn't want to spend any more time here than necessary. Nor did he like the idea of having to get a room in town. He had work to do back in New York, and if there was nothing for him here then he'd visit the Burial Grounds and be on his way.
@Stitches It's official, Abigail is amazing! I freaking love her personality!
Haydrian heard a tennis shoes scraping concrete nearby. He turned from talking to the people in the Sedan and saw a young girl sitting on the sidewalk. Haydrian was surprised. Not to see a young girl there, after all young girls can exist and grow up anywhere. Homeless young girls were a different story, and this young girls was clearly homeless, thus Haydrians confusion. Homeless in general tended to congregate inside and around big cities. It was basic math, the more people they had access to, the more money they were likely to make. Leaving big cities/densely populated areas for any period of time was literally dangerous for homeless, to the point that it could be considered akin to self harm, or suicide. Brightwell was so small that homeless should have been avoiding it like the plague, not sitting outside of it's only gas station staring people. So why was she?

Haydrian met her gaze, and examined her overall appearance again, occasionaly bringing his eyes back to meet her gaze. She was clearly in rough shape, if Haydrian had to guess he'd have assumed she was fairly new to this homeless gig. The way she sat all of her weight was clearly being kept off of her heels, where she probably had blisters, implying she wasn't accustomed to walking as much as she recently had been. Haydrian cocked his head with interest. The way she was peering at him from under her baseball cap was nagging at him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why. he continued staring at her as he tried to figure it out, eventually deciding that the way the cap was pulled so tight on her head, and the way she was generally hunched in on herself was providing her with a sense of security, perhaps even anonymity. He smiled, it was a familiar concept for him, many of the homeless he had befriended claimed to find great comfort in their anonymity. He'd always found this to be strange when contrasted with the homeless that claimed the anonymity was lonely agonizing.

Haydrian smiled at her and waved, choosing to keep his distance for the time being. Personal bubbles tended to be much larger for people who found themselves in unfamiliar environments, and circumstances. He suspected this girls was rather large at the moment. Best to show he wasn't a threat before approaching her.

"My name is Haydrian miss, what's yours?"
Hey guys, I posted a soft interest check for this roleplay about a week ago. We had a lot of interest so here's the application post.

This roleplay is a mix between casual and advanced. There's plenty of lore and information to create super in depth characters and stories if your into that, but if not that's chill. This particular storyline will be following a group of humans from random walks of life within Veda. They start their day just like they would any other, never suspecting that by the end they'd be in unique positions to watch/alter the fate of their world. For any newcomers this is roleplay a mashup of fantasy, Eldritch horror, steampunk, and political intrigue. There are sentient monsters who's strength is matched only by their horrific cruelty. Titanic protectors of humanity whose powers may know no bounds, but find themselves trapped within their God's laws. And of course good old humanity, whose technology once far outpaced our own, but today utilize steampunk technology due to a Armegedon level that reduced humanities numbers to mere hundreds, and completely reset their technological level. Veda is a world of magic, terror, adventure, heroes, traitors, and in need of adventurers.









Here and still in, reading and a few ideas are coming to mind. Main one stuck in head is an illegal smuggler/courier/criminal of sorts with the talent to bend light around him or her to become invisible.


I like the criminal aspect a lot, the Talent works though it'd be a pretty low class. You could have an item that when activated does the invisibility thing if you want. Also remember your character actually needs to start out Not having a Talent. Just for plot purposes.
@Haydrian Cindel since we're doing our own thing, would you be okay doing more than one round before the GM replies so we can join the group faster?


Yeah, that's totally fine with me. From your post it sounds like Abigail isn't likely to speak to Haydrian first right? I was thinking we could start with Haydrian noticing her staring, and trying to talk to her. That'd easily be in character for him. I'm going to go re-read her profile again, but how likely is she to be trusting of charismatic people?

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Oh my gurshe, I just looked up the song you have Abigail singing. I'd assumed it was going to be a Johnny Cash song or something, but the only one I've found is by The Wonder Kids, and it sounds like it belongs to a religious Teletubbies show or something. Maybe Barny XD
@Letter Bee As far as Haydrian goes though, I wouldn't worry about giving him something to do. I intend to bring him in really soon, character wise he just isn't going to walk in there on his own until he knows it's safe. If it's chill with you he'll probably just wait at the gas station I left him at until Dennis calls to give him the a-ok.

I do have a question though, does Gavin know what we look like? Is he at all likely to believe that Dennis is Haydrian, or does he see right through that?
@Haydrian Cindel A. What'd you do to Colin Farrell? And B. "...her attempting to drown a devil in a pond so she could keep his pitchfork". I really appreciate how you described Kai. Hella fantastic.


Hah! tbh I didn't even know who the guy was. I read Collin Farrel and I was like... what is silver talking about? Then I was like OOOHHHHH the picture.
And thanks! I wanted to provide some imagery that captured the level of distrust you describe her having, I was worried it was going to bomb though.
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