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Hello everyone. I'm Dutch, a mother of a 8-year old boy and I love both rp-ing and writing. Since May 2020 I'm one of the contests mods.

I started with writing Dutch stories in 2002, I was already 19 at that time. I joined a writing competition and that got me started. Soon I started to write down all the stories my over-active imagination came up with. I had my first forum rp experience in 2003 on a Dutch fantasy forum. While I continued to write, I stopped rp-ing when the particular rp and forum slowly died. In 2011 my love for rp's rekindled when I joined a site with a forum and I started to RP solely in English since that is the language of the site. This is also when I wrote my first story in English.

I've got a few 1x1 rp's going on this site and a couple more on another site. I've always been a fan of writing competitions and I joined a lot several of the ones that were hosted on this website. Now I get to host them myself and really enjoy that too.

When you come here to check if I'm online, know that even when I show as online I might not be able to respond to RP's. I open this site so that when I have time I can spend some time here, but I don't always end up with the time to do so.

If I haven't replied in a while, feel free to poke me. I don't ghost on purpose, sometimes I just forgetful and if I read your reply and accidentally closed the tab I might forget I was supposed to reply T_T

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It happened too fast. Something pushed him into the shadows and Benjamin tried to yell but it felt like something was covering his mouth. His eyes were wide open and he tried to break free, but the struggle was futile.

Mike looked up when he heard Harriet. "We've done a lot of talking and some research. I realised I know very little of angels and demons and I'm not sure how I feel about all the information I got today. My head feels like I spent a whole day at school, but I still have most of the day ahead of me." He checked his watch, Benjamin should be there soon. "How was your day so far?"
When was the last time he had a moment with Harriet alone? Had he had one? So much had happened the past few days he wasn't sure.
The ever-energetic Primeape started jogging around the camp. Merlin watched him go and sighed.
"You two can't catch me!" he said when he noticed the small ones doing more playing than eating.

Netherlu joined Gavin and Andy. "Mgoof stuff," he said with his mouthful, eating of the heated up meal Michael had prepared. "You humans lack a lot of strength, but your innovation in technology and food is admirable." He glanced at the sky when Gavin did as well. "The sky is pretty, but it's too dark for me to fly. I like the sun on my feathers. I'm most stunning when the sun is orange and close to the horizon."
"I'd say my brother agrees," Andy commented. "He saw you flying once."
"It wouldn't be fair to not show myself to humans from time to time. Everyone needs some beauty in their life."
"Would you believe it that when I expressed a similar sentiment, after professor Maple said "I see you finally showed yourself again", her reaction was a glare and "get back to work"?"
Netherlu gasped and took Andy's shoulder. "She should feel blessed to have you around."
"I told her that! Then she sent her Haunter after me."
Netherlu laughed.

Michael saw Niccia close her eyes. "Tired?" he asked. "It was a busy day."
He knew he could sleep, although he wasn't sure what time it was. On the other hand, it didn't matter. He turned to Eros. "I bet you never slept outside yet. Do you think you'll manage?"
The villages had done a good job at treating her wounds, but Fenna knew her shoulder would need a visit to the hospital. Her legs were fine, but her wounds ached so she choose to remain seated for the time being. She smiled when Clive joined her, addressing Sil first. The man was polite, even to a bird. "I'm blessed to have her," she said in reply to his comment about how watchful Sil was, although she didn't comment on the remark about how worried he was for her. It was kind he did, it meant he cared. During the battle she had focussed on defeating their enemy, not on how it would make others feel if she got hurt. She recalled their conversation and nodded. It made sense what he said.
"Your father sounds like a wise man," she commented.

When MacKensie spoke up, she turned her attention to her fellow ranger. Both Adam and Clive gave their opinion on the matter.
"I agree," she said on her turn. "It's no use staying here, we should head back. The people here are kind but can't fix my shoulder. I too want to go back as soon as we can. There is a message waiting for us."
Trevor stood in the atrium, arms folded and his eyes moved around to take every detail. Someone was going to pay for this.

First they had knocked on his door saying they brought orders from the capitol. He had closed the door on them. They continued knocking and it wasn't until they threatened to remove the door that he opened it again. With unkind words he told them he wasn't interested in any orders, he had left that life behind. The leader of the group failed to persuade Trevor. Neither bribing nor threatening helped, but when one of the soldiers spoke, one that had once served under Trevor, and told him he didn't know what this was about but he knew it was important, Trevor took the letter. The stamp seemed genuine, just as the handwritten names of the important people who signed it. It was vague, too vague for his liking, but he read the urgency between the lines. He had begrudgingly agreed to accept the order, after he made them promise this would be the last time they would bother him with trivial nonsense like this ever again.

After he accepted the soldiers stayed as guards. He ignored them. Then the travel on boat came during which he was treated as some kind of prisoner. He barely spoke to any of the soldiers, it had become clear they either didn't know anything, or had very clear instructions to not say a word about it. The travel was fine for the most part, the solitude of his cabin wasn't unlike the self-sought solitude of his house.

He had accepted the blindfold in silence and allowed them to lead him somewhere. This Atrium, guarded to keep others out or to keep them in, and filled with people who were once considered his enemies. He knew the colour of their blood and he didn't trust any of them. When spoken to, Trevor turned to the person next to him. Oread. No, half-Oread. He only glanced at him, before going back to glare at the human priest and whatever rank the Elf next to him had.
"I was very comfortable at home, this better be worth it," he grumbled.
I'll try to post tomorrow.
I will post tomorrow, sorry for the delay.
"Right," Marc said. "I will check the medication list and the files. Maybe you can try to find Benjamin and let him know I want to talk to him after dinner."
There was a lot he needed to look into, and he hoped he could find some clues. He rubbed the back of his head, here he was believing a patient, but he had to admit things were happening that didn't add up. And it was time he started looking into them.

Benjamin turned to Ari. "If you really are turning back into a ghost... you are the best person to try and find Ray. She has to be here somewhere. There are many closed doors I can't go through, but you can. We can't help Ray if we don't know where she is."
The more he thought about it, it sucked for Ari she losing her solid form, but it could be a blessing for Ray. If it wasn't too late.
When the alarm in Benjamin's watch beeped to let him know he had arrived at the point of no return, he stopped to silence it, took a breather with his hands on his hips and turned around to get back. A sudden feeling of being watched came over him. After glancing around he took two steps before he noticed a movement. It turned dark afterwards.

Mike was thinking many thoughts on the way to the tearoom; he had read a lot of information that all needed their place in his mind and he tried to order it as well as he could. He almost passed the tearoom, but he remembered just in time this was where he had to be.
He entered the establisment and as he was the first he sat down at an empty table, checking out the modest menu.
Michael nodded to show he had listened, but it was a difficult subject to fully understand. Especially with the baby Mew that had hatched. Maybe it wasn't needed to fully understand it, as long as he got the most important things. If Arceus was afraid of Niccia being corrupted, he had to look after her. His thoughts went, against his will, to Darkrai. What if Darkrai got her? He shuddered, having been Darkrai's prisoner wasn't a pleasant memory, and certainly not a situation he wanted Niccia to endure.
He finished his food in silent thought.

Andy sat down next to Gavin, but didn't disturb his meal. He just ate in silence next to him, glancing to his Pokémon who all seemed to enjoy their meals.

"It's okay," Saruya said to Niccia. "Let them play, it will make them stronger." She watched all the small Pokémon eat to ensure they all got their fill. She looked up when Bear placed a bowl in front of her.
"We have enough, no need to wait.". He said the same to Soul as he gave him a portion for himself as well. He, the fast eater that he was, had already finished his and wandered around a bit to find something to do.
Fenna lay in the grass, rain fallow down on her. Shallow breaths escaped her lips as she tried to work through the pain of her open wounds. She turned her head to see first Clive and then Zell move in with their attacks. "Good job," she whispered to Zell when Zigmund died, even though she knew he was out of ear-shot.

It wasn't long before Barracker helped her up and assister her towards the temple entrance. Pierced three times, but the spikes had been thin, the wounds they had caused weren't an immediate thread but would need treatment. The blood leaking out the six wounds mixed with the rain and travelled down her armour.

Fenna grinned weakly at Barrackers comment. Pre-rain she had been able to land some good hits, but post-rain she had done nothing more than take the role of distraction, which thankfully had paid off. "I take pride in the fact he hated me enough that he wanted to make me suffer," she admitted. "That means he considered me one of the bigger nuisances at least. I'm glad he's dead."

With a groan she got down on the ground when they reached the camp and tried to determine what needed to happen with her wounds. It would need some bandaging for sure. Where were her supplies? Sil landed next to her with the spear she had picked up, while Fenna slowly removed her leather armour. Fenna leaned back in a half-sitting/half-lying position, moving hurt and the slow but continous bloodloss made her tired. Sil watched her and after a moment she went to a nearby leaf, picked it up and tried to put it on one of the lower wounds. "Thanks, darling," Fenna whispered, although it did nothing to stop the bleeding.

She found some bandages to wrap around her torso, but with her injured shoulder she couldn't do it alone. Thankfully she got the assistance she needed. She turned her face to MacKensie and managed a faint smile when she pointed out her shoulder. Out of the three wounds, that was the one that one caused the most discomfort in both pain and hindring her movement. Her first instict was to downplay it, but there was no reason for it. "Yes, I need a hospital," she sighed.

When her wounds were provisionally treated, Fenna lay down to rest. Sil remained close to her and eyed everyone who dared coming close suspiciously. Fenna listened to MacKensie questioning Clive and turned her head so she could watch them.
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