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30 days ago
Current Back, kind of. Turned 20 a while ago and back on the hunt for a roleplay or two.
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5 mos ago
Chemotherapy is almost done, and once the nausea passes I'm hoping to get back into some advanced roleplay! Hopefully. Very hopefully. >.>
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11 mos ago
What do singing fish need when they just aren't very good? Autotuna!
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1 yr ago
Are sprinkles just edible confetti?
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1 yr ago
If you put confetti in a salt shaker and then sprinkled it over spaghetti what would it be called
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Hello! I'm Jade (obviously). I've been on and off this site, as I'm sure you can tell by my post history. I joined when I was 18, and my entire year of being 19 was filled with bad news, cancer treatments, and a lot of nausea. I'm 20 now, and I'd like to think I've matured since I joined.

I'm looking for small groups, advanced roleplay, with interesting concepts. Star Wars RP set during the Galactic Empire's reign, close-knit and serious situations, horror, all of that is right up my alley.

Thanks for reading!

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Sorry I wasn't in a collab this time, wasn't totally sure if I should have reached out or not! I'll be reading and replying to these tomorrow, excited~
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You guys are getting blackmailed?
I'm okay with it too~
Posting interest again, my CS has already been sent! Excited for this~
I'm very interested! Count me in if this gains the traction it needs, though I'd definitely prefer the group stay small! Mysteries are hard enough to manage without 6+ people all roleplaying at once!

Subscribing, keep me updated <3
Captain Wolf Montgomery hadn't told her much about her partner.

For some reason it seemed he was almost hesitant for them to be introduced. He was hesitant about a lot of things, the old man, but Damocles was something else. Maybe he knew she'd hate him, regardless of what he did. She hated most people the Captain forced her to be with. Actually... no, she hated every single one. She also hated anyone the Captain DIDN'T force on her. The little woman that organized the evidence locker that tried to make friends, or that new cop, Molly something, who tried to act tough and finally make a scene about how she needed to stop being so rude.

Ellen spat in her face and walked away, if she can remember correctly.

The blonde smirked at the memory, the only time she might actually look happy. Anyone who knew her - anyone who has been in LIBRA's 13th precinct for more than a month - knew it was anything but a happy expression. More like a momentary chink in her armor, a predatory smile for when she is recalling causing pain, or about to cause more.

Captain Wolf Montgomery hadn't told her much about her partner. Not what he looked like, or even his first name. She'd overheard talk, of course, about how he had recently arrived. A detective from California, from some other big city, who moved here for some unknown reason. Apparently he's already well established, and Ellen could respect that, if she could feel respect for anyone.

Which she can't.

Still, what worried Ellen more was that some people felt the same way about him as they felt about her. He was disliked, or at least avoided, by some of the officers after he arrived. She hadn't met him yet, given she'd spent the morning in her apartment, studying the case's details rather than heading to the precinct like normal. She'd been intent on learning everything she could before she got there, just so she wouldn't have to research anything later. As such, she'd be meeting her partner in the field.

As she'd established, though, he wasn't here, and that was fine. Her emerald eyes skirted the frozen body once more. Petrified may have been a better word, and the victim's clothing had survived, as well as his belongings. Had he been searched yet? Likely so, but-

Emerald eyes darted upwards as a voice called her name, but there was no time for her to react before arms were thrown around her. Time seemed to stop, for just the slightest moment, as she caught her footing and held her arms rigidly to her sides. Her eyes were wide, and a few nearby officers went completely silent at the sight. You could hear a pin drop from three exhibits away.

Captain Wolf Montgomery hadn't told her much about this man. Was that because he knew Ellen would strangle him, and didn't want to get too attached?

Ellen watched the slightly taller man as he pulled away, completely silent and unblinking. Her fists weren't clenched, her jaw was loose, one could almost mistake her for calm. Batman-ese. This was to be her partner? She looked down at the body when it was pointed to, then looked right back up at her partner. Her... partner. Slowly, she took Damocles's hand and removed it from her shoulder, her knuckles turning white as she gripped his hand with the kind of strength one gives when they are currently dangling from a cliff.

"Don't ever touch me again," she stated simply, her voice quiet and eerily calm. Those would be her only words to the man as she released him, her eyes returning to the body at her feet. She crouched down, reaching into her coat and taking some gloves out, slipping them on without the satisfying snap. She'd search the body herself.

Captain Wolf Montgomery hadn't told her much about her partner, because she did not have one.
Weird. Right.

Like this world wasn't weird, like this existence wasn't a total lie.

Detective Ellen Lockhart was not a mountain of a woman by any stretch, dwarfed by her driver. That wasn't to say she was a normal woman, either, and were anyone else driving she'd have likely towered over them. Not the captain, though, a giant couldn't hope to tower over that man. Instead, Ellen grunted up at him and opened the door, stepping out and slamming the door behind her without a word. Play nice with the other kids, right, because that's all most of these idiots were. Children, innocent to the real world and busying themselves on the playground with unimportant gossip.

Ellen shoved her hands into her pockets, wearing a black longcoat left open in the front, its black leather fluttering inches from the ground beneath her as she approached the yellow tape. Beneath that she wore a more traditional raven black dress shirt, buttoned up to the very top button and tucked into her equally black dress pants. So what if she likes black, it's thinning, and anyone who wants to comment on it can stuff it. A badge, the same as the captain's, hung from her belt, mere inches from a holstered handgun, and allowed her quick and easy entry past the small blockade that had been erected in front of the museum.

A murder, that's all that had been reported. A murder and a theft, obviously, but the murder was the important part. Ellen stepped over the tape and into the museum, looking around in disinterest as officers she didn't recognize were turned away and officers she did became more and more common. A guard was murdered attempting to apprehend a thief, and that's that. What the news was told, whether he was stabbed or beaten, doesn't really matter. The guard wasn't ever found, merely an exact replica made of stone, its leg shattered and face carved into a look of abstract horror. Given that a bust of Medusa was what ended up stolen, it's not exactly difficult to imagine what happened, when you know what she knows.

Greek history was never her strong suit, frankly, and when Ellen entered the busiest exhibit, little yellow signs marking every few feet of the marble flooring, all she could do was give a blank stare towards the grand sculptures and artworks. Battles, gods, weapons, none of it really mattered, because all of it was real. There was no metaphor, no grandeur, no awe of the unknown. Gods existed, many still do, and she's sure every single one of them is a shitty person. What was she supposed to feel, then, knowing this? A man had been murdered, a life extinguished, and by something fantastical.

Frankly, it was annoying to know what she knew, to do what she did, but this was her first real case since she got to this forsaken city. Her first time in years where she could spend time out in the field, discovering these things instead of transcribing the reports of idiots for a living. Why did it all feel so... false?

Her emerald eyes finally landed on the main event, the frozen guard, but she paused before she approached. Where was her 'partner' in this room? She hadn't actually been given a description, but she'd assume he'd be investigating the body. Apparently... not. She sighed to herself, a hot breath escaping her as heavy black boots carried her to the scene. Doesn't really matter, she would just do this herself.

Like always.
I'm very interested, and I'd like to reserve the time domain, if possible! I will look into a CS ASAP

EDIT: Time is not available apparently, dang. Worth a shot!
Sounds like a lot of fun! I'm interested, for sure! I do enjoy worldbuilding and brainstorming quite a bit, so I'm totally up for discord discussions! I'm still reeling from chemotherapy right now, so I'm not in the best shape to roleplay, but I can still chat and worldbuild while I recover, if you'll have me!
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