LanaStorm

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

Chipping away.

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic (Cops and Robbers)

Tbh I'd rather play this than Umbra (no offence I hope!)

Show me interested!

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

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Hey Lana, good to see you again. You're more than welcome to submit a CS! We could use a Wild who takes orders directly from the Wild King. I could send you on a mission and get you into the main plot quickly. Or you could be a Lawless, or even an Umbra soldier. It's up to you.

@Estylwen

Could I get your discord to discuss the idea more, or would you prefer PM?

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Hey I'm interested in joining this if you'll have me, what kind of role or concept do you think I could fill in for this RP?

Regalia

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We're full. Thanks for the interest, though.

@Mirandae

Thanks for getting back to me! I'll follow along with the rp it looks great, if it opens up again let me know.

Regalia

Hello hello! Friendly lurker checking in.

I was reading through this RP and OOC, I Love FF! It appears the rp is still open for applications is that correct ^_^?

I'd like to apply but I'm not familiar with the world, I'm thinking of doing a character that might bounce off an existing one, or doing my own concept from scratch if y'all will have me.

Request to Lock

Hello Mods,

Can my thread here be locked?

roleplayerguild.com/topics/191507-don…

Thanks,

LanaStorm

Don't Forget Me

Due to a conflicting schedule I'll be unable to continue this RP, I appreciate everyone's patronage in the matter and I apologize for the delay up until now.

Thank you,

LanaStorm

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree [Complete]

Coffee.

A sip of freshly grinded and ethically sourced beans from St. Brewell's caused a jump in focus to Eve as she took in the scene within the church. It wasn't easy to catch up but she saw some new faces but mostly old ones as the bickering continued without her as she gave her meek opinion on how things should be done or what people should feel. It didn't matter in the end as the party or reunion was ruined by some people who still held grudges, Eve didn't have a chance to react as the gas came into the church flying from unseen angles as it touched down near the pews and the group. Feeling weak, tears welled up in the cowgirl's eyes as she coughed and hacked away dropping her coffee onto the floor of god's house. "Fu - Fuck!" She sputtered as threats of taser darts to the ass or worse, today was just not going for the Coven.

It took a few moments but Eve found herself on the ground losing strength, gasping for air as she found herself in the crosshairs of the conflict. She slowly crawled toward the altar maybe she could be teleported away, maybe Sully could make a chalice of something that would make the gas begone? Was he even here, but she didn't get too far before running out of gas and energy? St. Brewells could only take her so far, but the will to fight and resist faded the gas could only mean law enforcement and despite the number of times she had been arrested Eve failed to build an immunity to tear gas, a true shame.

For Eve her time on the run didn't even last twenty-four hours.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree [Complete]

Everything felt like a blur.

She was escaping the depths of imminent demise from the strip club parking lot, to being dragged by Britany in the back of her Coven-mobile. Eve woke up gasping for air in her stupid apartment, her hand shook with jitters of fear and anxiety as she dragged herself to face the cold mirror within her bathroom. Some healing cuts on her face and nose, and bruising around her rib cage. She forgot the details of every injury but it hurt, by the time she met up with the team she would be an addict to that chalice of Sully's. Applying a bandage to her nose and polysporin, and a cocktail of painkillers and pick me ups she got dressed to seize the day just like she did last night. Travel to the park would be by bus and skateboard, Eve hiked up her jeans and took off.

...

Late like always, something had already happened and the group was moving into the church. Eve kept clutching in between her digits an extra large cup of St. Brewell's coffee, french vanilla with extra cream and sugar. It made days like to today feel better as she nursed her wounds, cringing in pain with every step that brought her forward in such a sacred and protected place. If only something like True Faith could protect them, instead it was just hope, girl-power and dumb luck. She wobbled into the church a sip from her cheap coffee gave her the energy to move forward just a few more steps as she ran into familiar faces and news ones.

Eve found herself tipping as a hand grasped the pews as she caught up to the group slowly, her mouth drying at the thought of last night and the good, bad and chaotic nature of the whole exchange at the strip club. "I'm alive.." Eve found herself croaking as she made it back to the group finding the strength to stand a little taller, her skateboard pressed into her back as it was sandwiched by a punked-out backpack that rode her back as the straps fell over her tired worn-out shoulders.

"If the confessional is open, I might be there for a while. Not going to lie guys, I didn't think yesterday was real at all. We - I think we killed like.. a few people yesterday. I feel pretty terrible, along with all the other shit that happened. I'm surprised we walked away from that, but I just wanted to thank everyone was there 'n Brit too. She saved us, as well as Stormy and some who didn't make it." Eve sniffled rubbing her nose as she controlled her emotions, for now.