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@Holy Soldier Just want to give you the heads up that due to the holidays, Junk, Hillan and I won't be able to formally address your sheet until the 27th at the earliest. We appreciate your interest though and will get back to you as soon as we can.
There once was a woman who lived a life so strange it had to be true...
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Location Tír na nÓg - Milk Street
Post #2.24: Hexenblut
| The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. The past beats inside me like a second heart but I am its only survivor.
The lid to the top of the aged wooden trunk wouldn’t budge.
Try as hard as she may, Ellara could do little beyond shake the trunk as the entire truck beneath it rocked back and forth with each unsuccessful attempt. Ellara had tried to pick the lock and when that had failed, she had lashed out at it. Kicking the trunk as hard as she could, all that Ellara had succeeded in doing was putting another dent in the older model Dodge.
Returning to the interior of the Tír na nÓg, Ellara headed towards the maintenance closet before opening it and retrieving a hammer from inside. Turning around, Ellara walked to the rear parking lot, climbing back into the bed of the truck once again, Swinging the hammer with all her might, Ellara hit the lock once, then twice and finally thrice before the head of the hammer snapped clean off. Watching as it flew over her shoulder, Ellara shook her head as it exited the truck’s cap now broken window.
Raising a bare hand, Ellara struck the corner in frustration before quickly recoiling in pain as the coarse metal corner sliced through her palm. Blood ran freely down her hand as Ellara cursed quickly and aloud, tucking the injury under her other arm for a second until a foreign sound demanded her immediate attention.
Blood from her cut had run down the front of the chest, seeping into the seam lining the base of lid and top of the trunk’s base as a strange hissing noise filled the back of the truck. A steam-like fog emitted from the seam, melting a previously unseen seal as a series of clicks suggested to Ellara the trunk had finally been unlocked. Reaching her hands out slowly, she placed them against the lid as it slowly lifted beneath the light force. As she did so, the front of the trunk began to open, either side pivoting outwards as it revealed several drawers hidden behind.
Ellara’s eyes were immediately drawn to an assortment of weapons that were carefully placed and displayed inside the aged trunk. Picking up one particularly large pistol, she turned it over in her hands slowly, her eyes widening as she was taken aback by the weapons’ three barrels.
Putting it down, Ellara grabbed ahold of the hilt of another weapon, drawing out a large blade. It was too short to be a sword, but far too long to be a knife, the blade was wide with a distinctive curved front edge contrasting with its straight back edge. Despite the size difference between blade and hilt it felt balanced as she gave it a quick swing before returning it and looking through some of the other items.
Her hand felt drawn to an aged book as it wrapped around the soft leather cover before lifting it up. The pages spilled open in her hands as a taunt, skeletal-like face stared back at Ellara, the dark empty sockets of its eyes felt as though they were staring back at her, the vivid illustration seeming practically alive despite being no more than a dark sketch on aged paper. She jumped back as the head turned to look at her before it suddenly changed into the face of a woman.
The woman from the other day.
Blinking, Ellara dropped the book as she quickly rubbed her eyes before looking down at the page again as the sketch had returned to its original grotesque visage, a single word above its head now drawing Ellara’s attention.
Hexenblut
“Witch Blood,” Ellara read aloud as the letters seemingly rearranged themselves before her eyes, the German words changing into English. Fascinated by the book, Ellara looked around to ensure she was still alone before tucking the book back inside the trunk and closing it up.
If she was going to be out here for awhile, then she was going to need food.
Try as hard as she may, Ellara could do little beyond shake the trunk as the entire truck beneath it rocked back and forth with each unsuccessful attempt. Ellara had tried to pick the lock and when that had failed, she had lashed out at it. Kicking the trunk as hard as she could, all that Ellara had succeeded in doing was putting another dent in the older model Dodge.
Returning to the interior of the Tír na nÓg, Ellara headed towards the maintenance closet before opening it and retrieving a hammer from inside. Turning around, Ellara walked to the rear parking lot, climbing back into the bed of the truck once again, Swinging the hammer with all her might, Ellara hit the lock once, then twice and finally thrice before the head of the hammer snapped clean off. Watching as it flew over her shoulder, Ellara shook her head as it exited the truck’s cap now broken window.
Raising a bare hand, Ellara struck the corner in frustration before quickly recoiling in pain as the coarse metal corner sliced through her palm. Blood ran freely down her hand as Ellara cursed quickly and aloud, tucking the injury under her other arm for a second until a foreign sound demanded her immediate attention.
Blood from her cut had run down the front of the chest, seeping into the seam lining the base of lid and top of the trunk’s base as a strange hissing noise filled the back of the truck. A steam-like fog emitted from the seam, melting a previously unseen seal as a series of clicks suggested to Ellara the trunk had finally been unlocked. Reaching her hands out slowly, she placed them against the lid as it slowly lifted beneath the light force. As she did so, the front of the trunk began to open, either side pivoting outwards as it revealed several drawers hidden behind.
Ellara’s eyes were immediately drawn to an assortment of weapons that were carefully placed and displayed inside the aged trunk. Picking up one particularly large pistol, she turned it over in her hands slowly, her eyes widening as she was taken aback by the weapons’ three barrels.
Putting it down, Ellara grabbed ahold of the hilt of another weapon, drawing out a large blade. It was too short to be a sword, but far too long to be a knife, the blade was wide with a distinctive curved front edge contrasting with its straight back edge. Despite the size difference between blade and hilt it felt balanced as she gave it a quick swing before returning it and looking through some of the other items.
Her hand felt drawn to an aged book as it wrapped around the soft leather cover before lifting it up. The pages spilled open in her hands as a taunt, skeletal-like face stared back at Ellara, the dark empty sockets of its eyes felt as though they were staring back at her, the vivid illustration seeming practically alive despite being no more than a dark sketch on aged paper. She jumped back as the head turned to look at her before it suddenly changed into the face of a woman.
The woman from the other day.
Blinking, Ellara dropped the book as she quickly rubbed her eyes before looking down at the page again as the sketch had returned to its original grotesque visage, a single word above its head now drawing Ellara’s attention.
Hexenblut
“Witch Blood,” Ellara read aloud as the letters seemingly rearranged themselves before her eyes, the German words changing into English. Fascinated by the book, Ellara looked around to ensure she was still alone before tucking the book back inside the trunk and closing it up.
If she was going to be out here for awhile, then she was going to need food.
| Several Hours Later...
Already on her third plate of Paddy’s famous lattice cut fries, or rather ‘Blarney Chips’ as he liked to call them, Ellara was still going through the trunk as she examined each and every item. Everything felt knew and familiar all at the same time, like she had seen all this before, whether in a dream or another time. Still though, there was a certain excitement in it before it suddenly dawned on her that she would need to move this chest.
With her Uncle locked up in the basement of the Nog, it was unlikely that he would notice his truck missing for an hour or two, but there was no way that Ellara could carry the trunk to her room by herself. Her mind drifted to Cal briefly, before she remembered that Natalie had managed to carry their recliner into the apartment by herself.
Deciding it best not to involve Cal in her personal drama, Ellara pulled her phone out of her pocket as she began to text Natalie. Whether for better or for worse, Natalie was involved with her by proxy, so it couldn’t hurt to get her help to carry the trunk up to the apartment.
She pressed send as the message was delivered to Natalie before sliding her phone into her pocket. A sudden knock on the side of the vehicle caused Ellara to slam the trunk shut as Paddy popped his head around the corner, obviously alarmed by the loud noise.
“Don’t tell me there’s a bloody body in there.” He stated, no humor present in his voice as Ellara quickly shook her head.
“Oh no, it’s just a fuckin’ empty old chest or something.” Ellara lied as Paddy nodded.
“Probably what he intended on keeping you in.”
“He fuckin’ say anything?” Ellara asked as Paddy simply shook his head in response.
“‘Fraid not, Lass. Passed out almost immediately after his wounds were dressed.” He answered before pausing, his mouth open as he hesitated before finally speaking. “I hate to ask, given what all happened earlier.” Paddy paused again as Ellara climbed out of the back of the truck before continuing.
“Could you throw on an apron and work by any chance? Stacy called in and I’m already covering the kitchen, I wouldn’t ask but my hands are tied here, Lass and you’re a tough one, you seem to be holding together. Say the word and I’ll find someone else.”
“I can do it, Paddy,” Ellara said with a forced smile.
“Thanks, Lass.” Paddy replied as he tossed her an apron he had been holding behind his back. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”
“Apparently,” Ellara muttered as she caught the apron. “I’ll head in.”
“Oh and you might want to hurry, you’ve got returning customers from yesterday, try to make a better impression.” Paddy said as Ellara froze.
“The man and fuckin’ bitch from yesterday?” She asked as Paddy nodded.
“Yeah, the pair you ran out on. They might be critics, so hurry your ass up and get us a better review.” Paddy ordered as Ellara sighed before reluctantly heading into the Nog. Watching Ellara leave, Paddy waited until the backdoor had closed before pulling out his phone as he began to quickly type a message.
Pressing send, Paddy tucked the phone back into his pocket before following Ellara inside.
Grabbing a tray as she passed the bar, Ellara made her way out onto the floor as she scanned the room looking for the pair. Passing another girl, Ellara spotted the pair for yesterday as she approached them, placing the tray down as she looked at them.
“What brings you in tonight?” She asked Kyle, before turning her head towards Kayla, “Hexenblut.”
With her Uncle locked up in the basement of the Nog, it was unlikely that he would notice his truck missing for an hour or two, but there was no way that Ellara could carry the trunk to her room by herself. Her mind drifted to Cal briefly, before she remembered that Natalie had managed to carry their recliner into the apartment by herself.
Deciding it best not to involve Cal in her personal drama, Ellara pulled her phone out of her pocket as she began to text Natalie. Whether for better or for worse, Natalie was involved with her by proxy, so it couldn’t hurt to get her help to carry the trunk up to the apartment.
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Me: Hey, if u r home 2nite, can I get ur help with sumthing?______________________She pressed send as the message was delivered to Natalie before sliding her phone into her pocket. A sudden knock on the side of the vehicle caused Ellara to slam the trunk shut as Paddy popped his head around the corner, obviously alarmed by the loud noise.
“Don’t tell me there’s a bloody body in there.” He stated, no humor present in his voice as Ellara quickly shook her head.
“Oh no, it’s just a fuckin’ empty old chest or something.” Ellara lied as Paddy nodded.
“Probably what he intended on keeping you in.”
“He fuckin’ say anything?” Ellara asked as Paddy simply shook his head in response.
“‘Fraid not, Lass. Passed out almost immediately after his wounds were dressed.” He answered before pausing, his mouth open as he hesitated before finally speaking. “I hate to ask, given what all happened earlier.” Paddy paused again as Ellara climbed out of the back of the truck before continuing.
“Could you throw on an apron and work by any chance? Stacy called in and I’m already covering the kitchen, I wouldn’t ask but my hands are tied here, Lass and you’re a tough one, you seem to be holding together. Say the word and I’ll find someone else.”
“I can do it, Paddy,” Ellara said with a forced smile.
“Thanks, Lass.” Paddy replied as he tossed her an apron he had been holding behind his back. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”
“Apparently,” Ellara muttered as she caught the apron. “I’ll head in.”
“Oh and you might want to hurry, you’ve got returning customers from yesterday, try to make a better impression.” Paddy said as Ellara froze.
“The man and fuckin’ bitch from yesterday?” She asked as Paddy nodded.
“Yeah, the pair you ran out on. They might be critics, so hurry your ass up and get us a better review.” Paddy ordered as Ellara sighed before reluctantly heading into the Nog. Watching Ellara leave, Paddy waited until the backdoor had closed before pulling out his phone as he began to quickly type a message.
______________________7:32 pm
Me: Lot of parties interested in the asset, Tourists are back, Uncle tried to kidnap her.______________________Pressing send, Paddy tucked the phone back into his pocket before following Ellara inside.
Grabbing a tray as she passed the bar, Ellara made her way out onto the floor as she scanned the room looking for the pair. Passing another girl, Ellara spotted the pair for yesterday as she approached them, placing the tray down as she looked at them.
“What brings you in tonight?” She asked Kyle, before turning her head towards Kayla, “Hexenblut.”
So the primary concern with Zealot is that the character is very built around the idea of being a villain to the point that the character sheet reads in such a way that your only IC interactions will likely combative/antagonizing to other players. Jason's not written to be a social person by any means and while that's fine, Junk, Hillan and myself think this might be a little too 'Chaotic Evil' in its current state.
@JunkMailMy plan was that Jason was going to be the first antagonistic/villainous character of the roster and it would be a plot twist later on that he would develop some sort of power, creating an identity crisis.
The above idea that you pitched to Junk has a lot of potential but we'd actually suggest making a couple of changes to Jason's backstory in order to make this his driving arc instead of saving it. The reason we suggest this is because the identity crisis would open you and your character up for more interaction and plot opportunities that you currently wouldn't with the submitted sheet.
Re-reading your backstory, in order to drive this idea home, I would suggest altering it so that Jason is recruited by the Guard while still deployed, going through their training and hopes while running covert operations for the Guard Overseas in order to gain experience with hunting both supers and the supernatural. Going this route, near the end of his backstory you could have Jason begin to discover his own superhuman nature setting him up for his identity crisis as he is deployed to Santa Celia following the spike in super and supernatural activity that is this RP.
Additionally, we'd ask that you include Jason's ability on his sheet, especially if you do choose to do this path where has begun to manifest before the start of the IC. If you choose to not have it manifesting before the start of the IC and for whatever reason you would prefer it not to be public, to begin with, we'd still ask that you PM us a copy of the sheet including the abilities but we would allow you to post it under the impression that Jason is 'normal'. However, I'm assuming that as you had no issue publically posting your plot arc, that you probably don't have an issue including the power on the sheet.
Feel free to respond if these suggested changes are too drastic from your original vision or even if you would prefer to pursue your other idea instead of making these changes or any other agreed upon changes pending further discussion.
You pray for the storm of your life, it's over and nothing survived...
H A R D C A M E T H E R A I N
Time of Day: Late Afternoon
Weather: Clear Skies
Weather: Clear Skies
”There’s some pretty good deals here.” Vinnie stated flipping through the coupon book as he rode in the back seat of the large sedan. In front of him, Monty sat in the passenger seat while Bianca had opted to drive the pair, insisting that someone reasonable needed to keep a watch over them.
“Look, he’s a coupon for twenty Fried Frickles for only five bucks!” Vinnie chortled, “You can’t beat that!”
“Fuckin’ Freckles’ Fried Frickles” Monty muttered from the front seat, “Damn things are addictive, especially that cheese sauce they serve with ‘em.”
“Why is it ‘Fried Frickles’ anyways?” Vinnie asked as Bianca let out an annoyed huff as Monty replied.
“Huh?”
“Frickles is a portmanteau of ‘Fried Pickles’, putting ‘fried’ in front of it is redundant.” Vinnie explained leading to Bianca to let out a groan as Monty snapped back at him.
“Shut the fuck up! I’ll call them fuckin’ Freckles’ Fried Frickles if I fuckin’ want to.”
“I bet you can’t say that three times fast.” Vinnie taunted as the car rounded a corner.
“Fuck off,” Bianca said as she look up at Vinnie through the car’s rearview mirror.
“I bet’cha he can’t!” Vinnie continued to taunt as Monty sighed before taking the bait.
“Fuckin’ Freckles’ Fried Frickles, Fuckin’ Fuckles’ Fried Fuck off!” He groaned as he felt his tongue starting to get twisted around the words before tossing an older wrapper over his shoulder towards Vinnie.
“I told you!”
“Go to hell.” Monty replied as Bianca brought the car to a stop outside the restaurant.
“We’re here, go get your Freckles’ bitch.” She ordered as Vinnie hopped out of the backseat, Monty slowly following him as he hoisted himself up onto crutches.
“Uh, Bianca?” Vinnie yelled back as the woman rolled her window down. “You can’t park there, it’s a handicap spot.”
“I’m fuckin’ handicapped!” Monty retorted motioning towards the crutch under either arm with his head.
“Yeah, but you don’t have a permit.” Vinnie replied as Bianca rolled her eyes.
“Robs a house, is worried about a fuckin’ handicap sticker.”
Holding the door for Monty, the pair entered into the restaurant, meeting up with the rest of the boys from the gang as they huddled by the door before looking up at the register.
“That’s fuckin’ her!” Vinnie said in surprise before gasping for air as Monty elbowed him in the stomach.
“Shut up!”
“Let’s go get her then.” One of the other men stated as Monty shook his head.
“And what, just pull her over the counter and carry her over your shoulder out the door?”
“Yeah.”
“Terrible idea!” Monty replied as Vinnie nodded in agreement.
“I’ll just order food and find out what time she’s off.” Vinnie piped up as Monty nodded before replying.
“Better idea!” Monty exclaimed as Vinnie waltzed towards the cash.
“Awe, hey dollface, you shy or sumthin?” Vinnie asked as he approached Natalie, motioning to the hat pulled down over her face. “Had I been born with a pretty face like that, I wouldn’t hide it.” He smiled, the wide grin showing several noticeably capped and missing teeth.
“Anyways, can I get uh this.” He asked placing down the coupon for the twenty frickles. “Oh and maybe like two of the Freckles’ Original, no pickles though.” He stated pointing towards a hamburger prominently displayed in the center of the menu. Smiling, he looked at Natalie before speaking again.
“Oh and your number and what time your shift finishes.”
“Look, he’s a coupon for twenty Fried Frickles for only five bucks!” Vinnie chortled, “You can’t beat that!”
“Fuckin’ Freckles’ Fried Frickles” Monty muttered from the front seat, “Damn things are addictive, especially that cheese sauce they serve with ‘em.”
“Why is it ‘Fried Frickles’ anyways?” Vinnie asked as Bianca let out an annoyed huff as Monty replied.
“Huh?”
“Frickles is a portmanteau of ‘Fried Pickles’, putting ‘fried’ in front of it is redundant.” Vinnie explained leading to Bianca to let out a groan as Monty snapped back at him.
“Shut the fuck up! I’ll call them fuckin’ Freckles’ Fried Frickles if I fuckin’ want to.”
“I bet you can’t say that three times fast.” Vinnie taunted as the car rounded a corner.
“Fuck off,” Bianca said as she look up at Vinnie through the car’s rearview mirror.
“I bet’cha he can’t!” Vinnie continued to taunt as Monty sighed before taking the bait.
“Fuckin’ Freckles’ Fried Frickles, Fuckin’ Fuckles’ Fried Fuck off!” He groaned as he felt his tongue starting to get twisted around the words before tossing an older wrapper over his shoulder towards Vinnie.
“I told you!”
“Go to hell.” Monty replied as Bianca brought the car to a stop outside the restaurant.
“We’re here, go get your Freckles’ bitch.” She ordered as Vinnie hopped out of the backseat, Monty slowly following him as he hoisted himself up onto crutches.
“Uh, Bianca?” Vinnie yelled back as the woman rolled her window down. “You can’t park there, it’s a handicap spot.”
“I’m fuckin’ handicapped!” Monty retorted motioning towards the crutch under either arm with his head.
“Yeah, but you don’t have a permit.” Vinnie replied as Bianca rolled her eyes.
“Robs a house, is worried about a fuckin’ handicap sticker.”
Holding the door for Monty, the pair entered into the restaurant, meeting up with the rest of the boys from the gang as they huddled by the door before looking up at the register.
“That’s fuckin’ her!” Vinnie said in surprise before gasping for air as Monty elbowed him in the stomach.
“Shut up!”
“Let’s go get her then.” One of the other men stated as Monty shook his head.
“And what, just pull her over the counter and carry her over your shoulder out the door?”
“Yeah.”
“Terrible idea!” Monty replied as Vinnie nodded in agreement.
“I’ll just order food and find out what time she’s off.” Vinnie piped up as Monty nodded before replying.
“Better idea!” Monty exclaimed as Vinnie waltzed towards the cash.
“Awe, hey dollface, you shy or sumthin?” Vinnie asked as he approached Natalie, motioning to the hat pulled down over her face. “Had I been born with a pretty face like that, I wouldn’t hide it.” He smiled, the wide grin showing several noticeably capped and missing teeth.
“Anyways, can I get uh this.” He asked placing down the coupon for the twenty frickles. “Oh and maybe like two of the Freckles’ Original, no pickles though.” He stated pointing towards a hamburger prominently displayed in the center of the menu. Smiling, he looked at Natalie before speaking again.
“Oh and your number and what time your shift finishes.”
Another person with a passion for aesthetics! Welcome to the Guild! Hope you find what you're looking for here! If I can be of any help, let me know and I'll try my best to answer any questions you have or at the very least point you towards someone who can.
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Location Unit 814, Ruthven Heights - Milk Street
Post #2.21: Open Wounds
| Sometimes, the monsters hunt you.
The shower had been eventful as Ellara strutted out of the tiny combination shower bath, wrapping a towel around herself before grabbing another for her hair. She full well knew it was past the half hour that her Uncle had requested she meet him in, but she didn’t particularly care. Ellara wasn’t one for socializing first thing in the morning, and she certainly wasn’t one for introducing her bedmate first thing to not only her roommate but also her roommate’s bedmate. How both she and Natalie ended up bringing home a guy on the same night was beyond Ellara’s comprehension but she was more than happy the pair wouldn’t be doing anymore introductions after their particularly steamy shower.
Cal didn’t take long to get dressed having only the one pair of clothes to choose from as he quickly toweled off, slipping back into the outfit he had been wearing the previous night. Sitting on the edge of Ellara’s mattress, she watched his eyes follow her back and forth across the room as she scrounged through the various piles of discarded clothing before finally settling on an outfit.
Opting for a cropped tank-top matched to a pair of torn high-waisted jeans, Ellara slipped her feet quickly into her biker boots before grabbing her trademark leather jacket as both she and Cal made their way towards the apartment’s exit.
“So what’s the deal with this Uncle?” Cal asked as Ellara locked the door behind them, before spinning around as she started down the hallway. “He’s driving from where again?”
“Fuckin’ Seattle.” Ellara responded jogging ahead as they started down the stairs.
“So yeah, he’s driving a hell of a long way to bring you, well whatever he’s bringing you and you’re making him wait because I’m a damn good lay?” Cal asked with a smirk as Ellara paused, turning her head to shoot him a look.
“I’m a fuckin’ damn good lay, you just had to keep it up.” Ellara replied with a quick motion towards his groin before she continued down the stairs, passing the seventh floor before speaking again. “Things between my Uncle and I are… they’re fuckin’ complicated.” She explained as Cal sped up to match her pace.
“We were never close, hell I don’t think he ever agreed to having me live with them. Pretty sure he only did it to keep my Aunt fuckin’ happy.” Ellara stated, “As he fuckin’ should’ve mind you, Aunt Diana was a saint, hell, in some ways she was given more opportunities to be a mother to me than my own. Uncle Roy and I both took it hard when she was killed, he just took it out on me.”
Cal nodded slowly as he listened, taking her words in before lifting a hand to Ellara’s shoulders only for the girl to suddenly shrug it off as she picked her pace up again.
“‘Course none of that justifies him fuckin’ kicking me out without any sort of warning.” Ellara snapped back at Cal. “He had the fuckin’ nerve to pack my room up and load it into a truck. Basically handed me the damn keys and told me to get the hell out.”
“So, yeah.” She added as the pair finally reached the exit. “He can fuckin’ wait.”
“Did you want me to go with you?” Cal asked, “Y’know maybe I could help or something…” His voice trailed off as Ellara’s icy froze the words coming out of his mouth.
“Last night was fun, this morning also fuckin’ fun.” Ellara stated. “But we aren’t a thing, so don’t make this something it fuckin’ ain’t.” Her tone was firm and left little room for argument as she spoke again before Cal could reply.
“I’ve been dealing with my own shit for quite awhile now and I don’t forsee it about to fuckin’ change.” She finished as her foot stomped down on her motorcycle’s kickstart, the engine rolling over as it roared to life.
“I’ll see you around, Cal.” Ellara called over the engine, “Don’t be a stranger, stop by the Nog anytime, your first drink is on me.”
Cal watched as the girl pulled away, her motorcycle merging into the traffic of Stoker Street before she darted in and out of the lanes, quickly disappearing. Fidgeting with an engraved ring around his middle finger, Cal slowly slipped it off as his amber eyes momentarily glowed. Breathing deeply, he inhaled, the lingering scent of Ellara filling his nostrils as he smiled quickly before sliding the ring on as the scent disappeared.
Cal didn’t take long to get dressed having only the one pair of clothes to choose from as he quickly toweled off, slipping back into the outfit he had been wearing the previous night. Sitting on the edge of Ellara’s mattress, she watched his eyes follow her back and forth across the room as she scrounged through the various piles of discarded clothing before finally settling on an outfit.
Opting for a cropped tank-top matched to a pair of torn high-waisted jeans, Ellara slipped her feet quickly into her biker boots before grabbing her trademark leather jacket as both she and Cal made their way towards the apartment’s exit.
“So what’s the deal with this Uncle?” Cal asked as Ellara locked the door behind them, before spinning around as she started down the hallway. “He’s driving from where again?”
“Fuckin’ Seattle.” Ellara responded jogging ahead as they started down the stairs.
“So yeah, he’s driving a hell of a long way to bring you, well whatever he’s bringing you and you’re making him wait because I’m a damn good lay?” Cal asked with a smirk as Ellara paused, turning her head to shoot him a look.
“I’m a fuckin’ damn good lay, you just had to keep it up.” Ellara replied with a quick motion towards his groin before she continued down the stairs, passing the seventh floor before speaking again. “Things between my Uncle and I are… they’re fuckin’ complicated.” She explained as Cal sped up to match her pace.
“We were never close, hell I don’t think he ever agreed to having me live with them. Pretty sure he only did it to keep my Aunt fuckin’ happy.” Ellara stated, “As he fuckin’ should’ve mind you, Aunt Diana was a saint, hell, in some ways she was given more opportunities to be a mother to me than my own. Uncle Roy and I both took it hard when she was killed, he just took it out on me.”
Cal nodded slowly as he listened, taking her words in before lifting a hand to Ellara’s shoulders only for the girl to suddenly shrug it off as she picked her pace up again.
“‘Course none of that justifies him fuckin’ kicking me out without any sort of warning.” Ellara snapped back at Cal. “He had the fuckin’ nerve to pack my room up and load it into a truck. Basically handed me the damn keys and told me to get the hell out.”
“So, yeah.” She added as the pair finally reached the exit. “He can fuckin’ wait.”
“Did you want me to go with you?” Cal asked, “Y’know maybe I could help or something…” His voice trailed off as Ellara’s icy froze the words coming out of his mouth.
“Last night was fun, this morning also fuckin’ fun.” Ellara stated. “But we aren’t a thing, so don’t make this something it fuckin’ ain’t.” Her tone was firm and left little room for argument as she spoke again before Cal could reply.
“I’ve been dealing with my own shit for quite awhile now and I don’t forsee it about to fuckin’ change.” She finished as her foot stomped down on her motorcycle’s kickstart, the engine rolling over as it roared to life.
“I’ll see you around, Cal.” Ellara called over the engine, “Don’t be a stranger, stop by the Nog anytime, your first drink is on me.”
Cal watched as the girl pulled away, her motorcycle merging into the traffic of Stoker Street before she darted in and out of the lanes, quickly disappearing. Fidgeting with an engraved ring around his middle finger, Cal slowly slipped it off as his amber eyes momentarily glowed. Breathing deeply, he inhaled, the lingering scent of Ellara filling his nostrils as he smiled quickly before sliding the ring on as the scent disappeared.
Location Tír na nÓg - Milk Street
| Hate is too great a burden to bear.
The traffic on the way to the bar was relatively light at this time of day, not that Ellara often worked this early but she still had made the trip once or twice when Paddy stuck her with inventory. It was late enough in the morning that the initial rush to work was well past but not late enough yet for lunch. Having little concern for her Uncle’s timeframe, Ellara instead opted to enjoy the clear sunny day as she did an extra lap around the block before reluctantly guiding her motorcycle towards the Irish pub.
Exiting the road and entering the alley beside the Tír na nÓg, Ellara slowed her back as she rounded the corner to find her Uncle frantically pacing beside the aged Dodge pickup as he kept glancing down at his watch. As the sound of the motorcycle echoed through the alley, it caught Roy’s attention, prompting him to lift his head as he sighed in relief at the sight of Ellara.
“You said you’d fuckin’ hurry!” Roy yelled as Ellara dismounted from her back taking a couple of slow steps towards her Uncle.
“I did.” She answered with a smirk as he ran a frustrated hand through his thinning hair.
“I said half a damn hour, not an hour and a fuckin’ half, girl!”
“Chill the fuck out, old man. Just be glad I came at all.”
“Chest is in the back, don’t know how you’re getting it out though, cause I sure as hell ain’t helping you.” Roy snapped as Ellara raised an eyebrow.
“Why would I expect you to fuckin’ change now.” Ellara asked as she dropped the tailgate hard, looking at the aged wooden chest before giving it a firm tug.
“Well it sure as hell ain’t empty.” She smiled only for the grin to disappear as she suddenly heard a click from behind her head.
“I wish I was more sorry about this, Ellara.” Roy’s voice said from behind her as cold metal suddenly was pressed against the base of Ellara’s skull.
“It's that damn attitude of yours, makes it almost too easy to forget that Diana herself would kill me for this.” He spat on the ground at his own mention of his late wife. “But dammit, if it ain’t your fault that she isn’t here today. You and your damned father, may his soul rot in hell.”
“What the fuck are you doing, Uncle Roy?” Ellara asked frantically, a lump forming in her throat as she instinctively raised her hands.
“Just climb in the back of the truck, Ellara.” Roy pleaded as Ellara felt the gun begin to shake. “Don’t be yourself, don’t make this any fuckin’ harder than it has to be. They’ll kill me if I don’t deliver you to them.”
“Who!” Ellara pleaded, “Who the fuck is putting you up to this?”
“Dammit, Ellara! Just move!” Roy yelled as he pulled the gun back and shot directly up into the air. The gunshot rang in Ellara’s ears as her body suddenly reacted. It was as though she was sleep walking, her arms and legs seemingly moving on their own accord, guided by a trained instinct she never knew she had before now.
Spinning around on one heel, Ellara delivered a quick kick to her Uncle’s torso, the force of the blow dislodging the weapon from his hand as Ellara quickly retrieved it mid air. Spinning the weapon around in her hand, Ellara pointed it towards her Uncle barely registering the next movement as she pulled back on the hammer and delivered one shot to the arm that had previous held the gun. Her Uncle’s screams fell on deaf ears as Ellara fired again, this time exploding his kneecap as Roy dropped to the ground in pain.
Coming back to her senses, Ellara dropped the gun in stunned horror as she looked down at her now wounded Uncle.
“Fuckfuckfuck!”
“So you are fuckin’ activated.” Roy managed to spit out between gritted teeth as he looked up at Ellara, anger and pain burning in his eyes.
“Diana explained to me how it’d work, just never figured I’d be on the receiving end.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Ellara scream as she slowly backed away from her Uncle.
“She was supposed to have this talk with you, in the event your father died while out walking the Path. But they never gave her the chance, just like they didn’t allow your mother th-” Roy’s words were cut off as he exhaled sharply, the pain from his wounds causing him to wince as Ellara slowly backed away.
Suddenly the backdoor to the Tír na nÓg swung open, the sound of the heavy steel door colliding with the aged brick exterior echoing over the back parking. Standing in the open door Paddy quickly assessing the scene, a loaded shotgun held tightly in his hands over top his freshly stained apron.
“Get the hell back, Ellara!” Paddy ordered as he began to walk forward, training the weapon on Roy as the latter looked up towards the newcomer until their gazes locked.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Roy spat as Paddy quickly swung his weapon around, delivering the butt of his gun to Roy’s head. Ellara watch as her Uncle’s eyes closed as the stock of the weapon connected with his head, his chin sinking towards his collarbone before coming to rest against his chest. The subtle movement of his head rising and falling in rhythm with his chest informed Ellara that her Uncle was at least still breathing before she turned herself to face Paddy.
“What the fuck is going on?”
“I was about to ask ye the same bloody damn thing.” Paddy replied as he looked down at Roy before turning back to Ellara.
“I need to get him patched up or he’ll bleed out here, Do y’know who is he?”
“I thought he was my fuckin’ Uncle, but he tried to kidnap me, Paddy.” Ellara replied, barely holding her composure together. “He placed a gun to my head and told me to climb in the back of that fuckin’ truck.” She stated, pointing towards the large pickup.
“And you, shot him?” Paddy inquired as he looked at the discarded gun and then at Roy’s two wounds.
“I don’t know what fuckin’ happened!” Ellara replied, barely stopping herself from screaming as Paddy held up a hand.
“Help me get him to the basement, I know a guy, he runs a clinic, no questions asked, We’ll keep him here and then we find out what he wants.” Paddy stated calmly as he motioned for Ellara to grab one arm while he placed his shoulder under the other.
“Clinic? What the hell for!” Ellara exclaimed in confusion, “Let him fuckin’ bleed out for all I care!”
“Yer not thinkin’ straight, lass!” Paddy responded as the pair began to move Roy inside. “You shot a man, that’s not community service this time. You’d be lucky to get off with third degree, I can’t have you going to jail for this. No, better we save this scumbag’s life and then get a better picture on what we’re up against.”
“And what the hell are you doing to do, Paddy?” Ellara asked, her voice indignant. “You run a fuckin’ bar!”
“Let me worry about it, lass.” Paddy replied as the pair placed Roy unconscious body atop an old table in the middle of the basement. “Go clear your head, get something into you to take the edge off. The less you know from this point, the better.”
Grabbing a bottle from the reserves, Ellara looked back at Paddy one last time as he stood over her Uncle. Snapping the cap off, Ellara took a long deep swig before heading back into the parking lot. She may have been told to clear her head, but that wasn’t going to stop her from getting a good look at that chest.
Exiting the road and entering the alley beside the Tír na nÓg, Ellara slowed her back as she rounded the corner to find her Uncle frantically pacing beside the aged Dodge pickup as he kept glancing down at his watch. As the sound of the motorcycle echoed through the alley, it caught Roy’s attention, prompting him to lift his head as he sighed in relief at the sight of Ellara.
“You said you’d fuckin’ hurry!” Roy yelled as Ellara dismounted from her back taking a couple of slow steps towards her Uncle.
“I did.” She answered with a smirk as he ran a frustrated hand through his thinning hair.
“I said half a damn hour, not an hour and a fuckin’ half, girl!”
“Chill the fuck out, old man. Just be glad I came at all.”
“Chest is in the back, don’t know how you’re getting it out though, cause I sure as hell ain’t helping you.” Roy snapped as Ellara raised an eyebrow.
“Why would I expect you to fuckin’ change now.” Ellara asked as she dropped the tailgate hard, looking at the aged wooden chest before giving it a firm tug.
“Well it sure as hell ain’t empty.” She smiled only for the grin to disappear as she suddenly heard a click from behind her head.
“I wish I was more sorry about this, Ellara.” Roy’s voice said from behind her as cold metal suddenly was pressed against the base of Ellara’s skull.
“It's that damn attitude of yours, makes it almost too easy to forget that Diana herself would kill me for this.” He spat on the ground at his own mention of his late wife. “But dammit, if it ain’t your fault that she isn’t here today. You and your damned father, may his soul rot in hell.”
“What the fuck are you doing, Uncle Roy?” Ellara asked frantically, a lump forming in her throat as she instinctively raised her hands.
“Just climb in the back of the truck, Ellara.” Roy pleaded as Ellara felt the gun begin to shake. “Don’t be yourself, don’t make this any fuckin’ harder than it has to be. They’ll kill me if I don’t deliver you to them.”
“Who!” Ellara pleaded, “Who the fuck is putting you up to this?”
“Dammit, Ellara! Just move!” Roy yelled as he pulled the gun back and shot directly up into the air. The gunshot rang in Ellara’s ears as her body suddenly reacted. It was as though she was sleep walking, her arms and legs seemingly moving on their own accord, guided by a trained instinct she never knew she had before now.
Spinning around on one heel, Ellara delivered a quick kick to her Uncle’s torso, the force of the blow dislodging the weapon from his hand as Ellara quickly retrieved it mid air. Spinning the weapon around in her hand, Ellara pointed it towards her Uncle barely registering the next movement as she pulled back on the hammer and delivered one shot to the arm that had previous held the gun. Her Uncle’s screams fell on deaf ears as Ellara fired again, this time exploding his kneecap as Roy dropped to the ground in pain.
Coming back to her senses, Ellara dropped the gun in stunned horror as she looked down at her now wounded Uncle.
“Fuckfuckfuck!”
“So you are fuckin’ activated.” Roy managed to spit out between gritted teeth as he looked up at Ellara, anger and pain burning in his eyes.
“Diana explained to me how it’d work, just never figured I’d be on the receiving end.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Ellara scream as she slowly backed away from her Uncle.
“She was supposed to have this talk with you, in the event your father died while out walking the Path. But they never gave her the chance, just like they didn’t allow your mother th-” Roy’s words were cut off as he exhaled sharply, the pain from his wounds causing him to wince as Ellara slowly backed away.
Suddenly the backdoor to the Tír na nÓg swung open, the sound of the heavy steel door colliding with the aged brick exterior echoing over the back parking. Standing in the open door Paddy quickly assessing the scene, a loaded shotgun held tightly in his hands over top his freshly stained apron.
“Get the hell back, Ellara!” Paddy ordered as he began to walk forward, training the weapon on Roy as the latter looked up towards the newcomer until their gazes locked.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Roy spat as Paddy quickly swung his weapon around, delivering the butt of his gun to Roy’s head. Ellara watch as her Uncle’s eyes closed as the stock of the weapon connected with his head, his chin sinking towards his collarbone before coming to rest against his chest. The subtle movement of his head rising and falling in rhythm with his chest informed Ellara that her Uncle was at least still breathing before she turned herself to face Paddy.
“What the fuck is going on?”
“I was about to ask ye the same bloody damn thing.” Paddy replied as he looked down at Roy before turning back to Ellara.
“I need to get him patched up or he’ll bleed out here, Do y’know who is he?”
“I thought he was my fuckin’ Uncle, but he tried to kidnap me, Paddy.” Ellara replied, barely holding her composure together. “He placed a gun to my head and told me to climb in the back of that fuckin’ truck.” She stated, pointing towards the large pickup.
“And you, shot him?” Paddy inquired as he looked at the discarded gun and then at Roy’s two wounds.
“I don’t know what fuckin’ happened!” Ellara replied, barely stopping herself from screaming as Paddy held up a hand.
“Help me get him to the basement, I know a guy, he runs a clinic, no questions asked, We’ll keep him here and then we find out what he wants.” Paddy stated calmly as he motioned for Ellara to grab one arm while he placed his shoulder under the other.
“Clinic? What the hell for!” Ellara exclaimed in confusion, “Let him fuckin’ bleed out for all I care!”
“Yer not thinkin’ straight, lass!” Paddy responded as the pair began to move Roy inside. “You shot a man, that’s not community service this time. You’d be lucky to get off with third degree, I can’t have you going to jail for this. No, better we save this scumbag’s life and then get a better picture on what we’re up against.”
“And what the hell are you doing to do, Paddy?” Ellara asked, her voice indignant. “You run a fuckin’ bar!”
“Let me worry about it, lass.” Paddy replied as the pair placed Roy unconscious body atop an old table in the middle of the basement. “Go clear your head, get something into you to take the edge off. The less you know from this point, the better.”
Grabbing a bottle from the reserves, Ellara looked back at Paddy one last time as he stood over her Uncle. Snapping the cap off, Ellara took a long deep swig before heading back into the parking lot. She may have been told to clear her head, but that wasn’t going to stop her from getting a good look at that chest.
Wraith I feel like I remember you from pre-Guildfall, but I can’t say I’ve been active since, but this really caught my interest! You’ve done an excellent job with setting this up! I’m currently getting ready for work but if you’re still accepting characters I may have to shoot my shot after work! Regardless, like I said, great job so far!
I'm keeping applications open to new players and characters, you'll find more info in the OOC and of course look over the other accepted characters and the IC.
I'm feeling very subject to tyrannical rule of eastern Germany right now.
The amount of willpower you are making me use right now is no joke.
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