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16 days ago
Current That baaaaad feeling when you're craving a Carmilla roleplay. Oh my Creampuff.
2 mos ago
If you want to RP with me, in a group or 1x1, you can always hit me up. Love xx
4 mos ago
RPing in PM at the moment :)
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6 mos ago
Be the person you look up to, because whatever they do you can do as well.
11 mos ago
I think I'm kinda back! And in my Potterhead mood!!
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@EchoicChamber You can go straight to the train. I'd do my post like this too. :) Have fun while writing x
@KatherinWinter What about the person who asked to join? Are we full?
@HalfOfLancelot @EchoicChamber @McHaggis @Roosan @ihinka Please feel free to submit your first post for our journey. :)

@BurningCold If you decide to rejoin the group with your partner or without, you're welcome to do so :) have a nice day!
@DriveEMOut He has a photographic memory? I guess then he is very good at remembering faces, even if he only saw the face on something like a wanted sign before?


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The woman in front of her - Kosara... her name was Kosara...

Kosara looked at her, and not just at her, but directly at her eyes. No, strictly at her eyes. Aaliyah felt a little uneasy, but a lot more curious. No person has ever looked at her like that. Has looked into her eyes for that long, or that intensely. She held her gaze with curiosity still all over her face. The woman fascinated her.

Kosara started to talk, maybe even ramble, about the forest and Aaliyah's curiosity got even stronger. The passion behind her words and the love in her eyes... She felt more for this forest than any human could ever feel for the earth they live on. She gave Aaliyah a warm feeling in her chest, it was a strange one. She felt like she was talking to someone who could understand her. And she was more and more convinced that this woman was not from earth. Or at least not from the earth she had come to know. In all her years on this planet, no one had ever cared so much for the environment. Of course, some crazy people would chain themselves to the trees and stop others from killing them... but it wasn't the same. It wasn't this kind of passion. It wasn't that kind of love.

It was home to her, she then realized. She had that same look on her face that Aaliyah had when she used to run and jump through the crowns of the trees on Astraea. She had that spark in her eyes...

The way that Kosara talked about these woods, the way that she tried to make Aaliyah see what she saw in it, made her wanna step forward and just reassure her that she did see it, that she did feel it. A small smile played on her lips, but her eyes wore a much bigger one. And as if Kosara felt just as drawn towards the stranger in the woods that was Aaliyah, she stepped closer, just one bit.

Those eyes... there was something about them that wouldn't let Aaliyah move a single bit. She could feel her heart beat against her chest and it was faster than before. When did it quicken? She couldn't remember. A second Aaliyah thought she would step back again, her face showed some sort of... loss in confidence, maybe? Or was it... uncertainty? But she didn't step back.

The woman rose her wrist to her eyes and Aaliyah watched the wrist that glowed in front of her. Her face didn't change, but her heart picked up speed yet again. She wasn't someone who lost her composed face easily. The former queen glanced at the tattoo that looked so alike to her own - and lost her straight face when she realized that the language on her skin was in no way from this earth, was not human. But before she could say something or gain her straight face back, Kosara had reached out for her wrist, Aaliyah's eyes shot up and met with those blue ones again that had the ability to freeze her on the spot. And so she didn't move when the woman gently took her wrist into her hands and looked at Aaliyah's tattoo.

She wasn't sure why she was so sure that Kosara would be able to read whatever was written on it, but she just knew. The stranger from the woods... She would know what it said, just like Aaliyah would know what Kosara's burning wrist said if she got a better look at it.

The sensation she felt when Kosara touched her was out of this world. It made the sensation she felt through the tree-touching moment feel minor. She felt how all of her body reacted to the gentle touch, her veins, her blood, every cell of her being seemed to have been waiting for this moment. She threw her head back, closed her eyes and a sharp moan left her lips as she hadn't expected that. Though she probably should have after what happened with that tree situation...

She could feel how her Eredh ran through her veins and sharpened her ears and closed eyes and simply all of her senses, she could feel how the golden liquid grew and for a moment she could have told you every single little ant and their exact position in the woods. Then it was gone. She hadn't noticed, but when she opened her eyes she saw that she had pulled her wrist back from Kosara and was holding onto it, clutching it to her chest. Her breaths came heavy. She looked at the woman and her blue eyes for what seemed forever, but really only was fifteen seconds. Then she slowly, ever so carefully, as if reaching out to something that could bite your hand off, moved her hand towards Kosara's face and attempted to touch her cheek. To maybe stroke her thumb over it. Would she experience the same thing again? The burning, the heat, the pain, the pulsation in her wrist was gone now at least...

(Shit, this was bad. Sorry, love. You gotta deal with this now xD)
@ineffable Thank you! Don't forget to tag me. I'll see you in other rps ;)
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It had been a strange few hours for the parents. It had started out like any day. Work, grocery shopping, kids playing, homework, dinner... It had been a strange evening for the parents yesterday. A letter would have arrived at their doorstep. Quiet literally. Just when the sun was hitting the horizon to sink down and set the world to sleep, a letter had been dropped on the door mat. It was sealed and clearly instructed that only the addressed person or people could open it, looking very strict and formal. The envelope wasn't white, it looked like some fancy parchment, it looked like old paper that had started to turn yellow. But it felt new in the hands of the parents.

The woman knew that everything would change for these people, but she didn't care. She wasn't interested in them. If it wasn't for their children, she wouldn't have cared to spent a single thought on one of them. And if it wasn't for the sake of easier access to the children and their abilities, she would have rather had them all out of the way. Forever.

But the parents would be here, right in front of her, and she would smile at them. They would be confused and scared, she had seen it before. They would have questions. The system worked. The letter worked. Every time. It was signed by the president, by the head of the military and the head of SYCEP. Adults trust people in uniform.

The letter... Sharp and short.

'Dear [insert name here] and [insert name here],
This is about your child, [insert name here] [insert birth date and birth hospital here]. The president and government expects your presence on the [date] at [time], at [insert meeting place here]. Please bring your child. You are freed from work and all your adult responsibilities for that day.

With kind regards
[insert handwritten signatures here]

[insert telephone number here]
'

Of course that wasn't how the letter was phrased. There was some bureaucracy, gentle talk. But she didn't care for that. Important was that the letter was so clearly signed by the president, the head of the military and the head of SYCEP, that the telephone number was there and that the parents would call. And they all would. They would call and they would be reassured by a strict-enough, friendly-enough voice on the phone that the letter was no joke and the meeting was in no way to be dated to another time. And the time was always the next day. They didn't leave the parents much time to think about it or to come up with more conspiracy theories than they could in one night.

And they all showed up. Almost always.

She moved her hands down her black costume and arranged her hair that was pulled into a tight bun perfectly. Despite the fact that her clothes and hair sat perfectly, she didn't look strict. It was her face. That delicate, young face that just brought a feeling of truth and trust to any situation. And those warm blue eyes. The woman's lips were glistering in a soft pink, not much make-up was sitting on her face. She had to look natural but competent, trustworthy but smart, friendly but confident. And she played her role like no one else.

"Welcome!", she chirped through the room once she had stepped in, her heels clicking on the floor. She stood in the front of the room and looked at the parents, taking time to give any and each of them a smile, including the children whether or not they looked at her. "Thank you for coming. We are aware of the difficulties it caused for you to come here in such short notice. I am Erica Summers. And I am sure you're already very bored of my talking, so let's get to the things that really interest you." She gave them a chuckled and looked at her shoes for a second only, just a hint of nervousness.

"Special Youth Care and Education Program. That's what SYCEP stands for. We are an institute that was founded five years ago, with the help of the government and the president in person." She didn't mention the military. "The institute is nothing different than a school, or a nursery, a place for children and parents to connect and exchange their experiences." She paused to let that sink in and of course it only caused the parents to be more confused - some would show it openly and some would hide it. Why would a school be funded by the president? Why would a school be so strict about whether or not you came to their info meeting? Why would a school drop an envelope in front of the door, personally signed by the president?

"This institute, as many of you have surely found out already, does not appear on the world wide web. SYCEP - as the name strongly indicates - is for children who are special. And all of the wonderful children gathered in this room certainly are very much special. Of course, any child is special in it's own way, any child is a bright light for our future and our country. There is no denying that. But your children have qualified for SYCEP. Don't be alarmed, all is well. Your children are being invited into our lovely facility. We offer the best education that you can receive these days - and we're offering it for free. We believe that education is something that everyone should have access to and that anyone should be able to afford. Money should never dictate how much knowledge we receive, am I right?" She smiled at the group charmingly and looked down for a second once more. "SYCEP offers individual education as well as classes together with other children. We offer parenting exchange and support groups, full and free health care for children as well as their parents, diversified free time activities - including a playground on our facility, swimming classes, educational and exciting trips for all children regularly and other free time experiences -, of course healthy and balanced nutrition and much more." Yet another pause. Let the information sink in first.

"SYCEP is a facility that only offers it's education to a selected amount of children. We will soon board a train that will bring you to the facility so you can create an own opinion on our program and our building and won't have to take my word for it." She chuckled softly. Then her face turned more serious. "Arriving at our facility, we also will have a discussion about the reasons your children have been elected to be allowed into this special program. You will be receiving the opportunity to get answers to your questions and be able to have a close look into our building, the surroundings, the education programs, the parenting group programs, the different free time activities and relaxation offers we can provide and much more!" She finished off with an exciting, kind, huge smile. It seemed innocent and truthful.

And before they know, they are sitting in a train with fancy seats that look more like couches than train seats really, and they're moving towards the facility. The woman is not with them no longer. She is somewhere else on the train, looking at screens, one leg above the other as her foot bobs up and down and her face is hard now, calculating and concentrating.
@Fabricant451 I'm still in and willing to create a mom for this!!

Anyone else still up for this? Is our GM still here? (They haven't been online...)
@GoodLuckTuck Hey there, where you at, I am beginning to miss our GM here? haha! And where is everyone else? It's too damn silent around here....
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