MarshiestMallow

Academy of Hereos and Villains: Year two

@Eviledd1984 Looks okay !

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

{i]turns all lights off, spot light comes on[/i]

Ahem.

There...is something coming.

I'm writing it now. When I post it up...well, that could be anytime XD

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Selina

---

---

The young woman left the Running Y ranch early, letting the bi-coloured eyed cat roam free for the day, Selina knew Antaya could look after herself, and she wasn’t really worried, Shifting to her sleek, black panther form, Selina shifted the bag she’d had specifically designed onto her neck, where it couldn’t get in her way, before starting to run. There really was nothing quite like the freedom that running, that knowing you were fast, and strong. powerful. For a few glorious moments, Selina felt...happy. Her eyes were alight with a blue glow, the result of a rather unpleasant situation, were bright with happiness, and something else.

She slowed as she drew near the attack site, and with no qualms, Selina shifted forms, and quite calmly withdrew some clothes from the bag, dressing quickly, before crouched on the edge of the scene. She let her sense roam out, letting all the scents come to her, the sights. blood. Smoke from the campfire. fear. Terror. The emotional scents were faint, fading even as she took them in, but she could see where the attack had first started, follow its path, much as she had in the tree. Her gaze went slightly distant, as it landed on the spot she’d seen the girl.

why?. It took a tremendous force of will to tear her thoughts away from the blonde haired girl. She simply wouldn’t think about her. She had not imprinted. ”Yeah, you keep on telling yourself that” She muttered to herself, shifted and rising from where she was, trying to pick up the alpha’s scent, the one that had attacked the group. It was quite impossible, and Selina sighed. She ran a hand through her hair, before shaking her head.

She knew very well that she couldn’t keep her presence in Klamath Falls a secret, and it was better to face it now, then later. She undressed unhurriedly, and changed forms, running towards town. She found somewhere to shift without being noticed, and dressed once more. Brushing her hair back, Selina walked into the town. She managed for all of five minutes not to turn her thoughts to the girl. She couldn’t seem to help it. She hadn’t heard any stories of anyone breaking imprinting, and even if she could, she didn’t know if it was possible to survive that.

That is, of course, if she had imprinted. Which she hadn’t. ”That’s right, keep your delusions.” She muttered to herself, shaking her head. Just what was she going to do? She was, it seemed, going to drive herself insane. She recalled that there was a hunter...or hunter family, in the area, her adoptive father having been in contact with many hunters in the day. Perhaps she could go speak with them, see what they knew? Yet in that lay many dangerous.

One, Selina was a werecat. The Hunter might not understand that she was also a hunter as well. Two...Selina’s glowing blue eyes, when in werecat form, and when she brought it forth for interesting effects, would mark her as someone that had killed using her abilities. More specifically, as someone that had killed an innocent. It had been an accident, something Selina hadn’t wanted to happen, and yet she couldn’t take it back for the simple fact that it just wasn’t possible. Not many people understood that. Certainly no Hunters would, she was sure.

So that wasn’t really an option, and it also meant that it was dangerous to reveal the colour of her eyes to any of the other supernatural, or shifter creatures here. Not revealing herself however would lead to even more danger.

So. That left her with few options, and Selina grimaced. She could either find the blonde haired girl, use her to get some semblance of….not necessarily acceptance, but time to explain just why she had blue eyes, or she could go in, find the alpha she-wolf and be prepared for anything that might happen. The latter seemed like a better option, to Selina.

It was certainly going to be an eventful day. Whether or not she came out of it alive was another thing.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Niesha

Location:Building Seven (rec)

Niesha smiled slightly at the comment on falling, and said ”Everyone falls somethings, you told me that you fell because there was a hole in the ground. Can’t do much about that, especially if there is a reason you are running. Rarely is the ground kind enough to be smooth.” She pointed out, settling back in her chair, she flicked a glance over to Kristina, making sure she was going to eat, pleased when she saw her drinking water, before lookng back over to Raymond.

She gave a shrug at the question, seeming to take a moment before responding. ”Can’t say there is much, to be honest. Its the same old, same old” She said softly, knowing that she should try to figure out how to continue the conversation, but not at all sure how she could go about doing that.

She looked down at the table, thoughtful. This sort of thing wasn’t what she was good at, and Niesha sighed before looking back up. ”What about with you, Raymond? Anything new?” She had caught what he’d said to Tiffany, and she wasn’t completely moronic in that regard, ”You two look good together, have you thought of tying the knot?” That was a saying, wasn’t it? Did it really matter? She shook her head as her thoughts went dangerously close to derailing. Or close to thoughts of Sophia.
”You got to take happiness where you can get it, these days right?”

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Quinton and Abigale

The first thing Quinton did when he woke, after finding out that he was unable to get into the Cedar Ash in, was pick up his daughter. He found Abigale asleep, but that hadn't stopped him from carefully picking her up, and with a grateful few words to callie, the young witch already up and about, carried her out to the car, with the wolf-pup trotting along happily. He settled his little girl in the backseat, and sighed softly, buckling her in, he watched Remus jump in, and settle himself against Abigale. Happy, Quinton sat behind the wheel, and laid his head gently against it for a few moments. It had been a long grueling night, and the scant hours of sleep he had managed to grab hadn't done him any justice. Following the teens as they made their way home, Quinton had assured himself that they were all safe, before heading to the inn, only to find out that the wards had locked the place down.

Which meant that it was probably the safest place for Abigale right then. It still hadn't done much to assure him that she was alright. Now, with her in the back seat, Quinton could fully admit to himself how worried he had been. She was safe. She was sound. And he knew he had made the right choice, in giving her the protection a pack had to offer. He sighed softly, and started up the car, heading back towards home, stopping on the way to get breakfast. Gently waking Abigale, he waited until they had started to eat, the pup getting a bite of food every now and then, before he started to speak.

"Abigale..." He said softly, gaining her attention, he waited until she was looking at him, a piece of bacon from her roll between her lips, and she blinked once, slowly at him. "Something happened last night, to the teens that went camping in the woods. I know you may know some of it, being in Callie's house. what happened was they were attacked by an Alpha. You know what that means, don't you?". Quinton didn't believe in treating Abigale like she was a child that didn't understand things. Abigale had proven time and time again that she understood far more then she let on.

Abigale swallowed her mouthful of food, and nodded, "If they live, it means they will become werewolves. Like you did, right? It means that either the wolf that bit them, or Miss Zoé, has to try and take charge of them, right?"

Quinton took a moment before replying, but nodded, "generally, yes. That, or they become lone wolves, and we don't want that. Zoé has offered the teens the chance to become apart of the pack, and it seems that they have accepted. It means we have a larger pack now, yet more than that, it means we now have new pups, and teaching them, training them, is going to take a lot of time. There's going to be some long nights, sweetie. Long days. For a time, it might not be safe for you to be there, at least for a little while. However, we will meet them all. They are your pack, sweetie and you need to know them."

Abigale frowned, looking down at her roll, seeming to drop lightly. "Oh...doesn't that mean....that you can't spend as much time with me?" The way she said it, like a little kid, hurting, broke Quinton's heart, and he set his own roll down, shifting to pick her up, settle her in his lap, wrapped his arms around her, and holding her close. She was so small...and he was the only parent she had. And now he felt like he was betraying her, in that regard. "Abigale...I promise you, I will always make time for you. I'll be there, always for you. I'll pick you up, and take you home, no matter the hour. I love you, Abi." Abigale buried her head in the nape of his neck, and nodded, giving a small sniffle. He kissed the top of her dark head, and cradled her close.

He closed his eyes, and swallowed, holding her close, and rocking her. Remus curled up, by his feet, gave a small sigh. He rocked her until she fell asleep again. Sometimes it was hard to remember that she was a child. Carefully standing, so as not to wake her, he retreated to the lounge, settling down with her still in his arms, and leaned back, just holding her.

There wasn't anything he wouldn't do, to ensure her happiness. There was going to be a lot of long nights, and early starts, but for Abigale, Quinton would do it.

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Callie

---

---

@Legion02@December@BlackPanther

---

---

Callie watched Quinton leave the inn, and stood at the window, watching him sit in his car, before driving off. She couldn’t truly imagine what it must be like, to have the burden of the pack, and his daughter. Her mind went to her coven. To the boy that had walked out the house the night before, to the girl upstairs, that she knew she’d have to watch, and guide. To Leo, who had kept her steady, who had helped her in a tough time, who had been there, from the first moment she had gained the inn, the little store with it. For a long time, he had been her only coven, and that had been the way she had liked it.

Now...the prospect of teaching a young mind, a budding talent, was both frightening, and thrilling. As Quinton started off, Callie turned from the window, returning to the kitchen, and the food she had been preparing. As there weren’t any other guests, apart from her coven and Magnus, Callie retreated to her private kitchen, and worked a potion on one stove, the gas stove, and food on the other, making sure not to mix the two. Wooden spoon for food, metal spoon for spelling. Cooper pots for spelling. She did everything by instinct now, years of training, and a few small mishaps, had instilled it as second nature to her.

Bacon was sizzling on a pan, hash browns cooking on the grill, while the spell she was cooking shimmered away. As a timer tinged, she turned the gas stove off, letting the potion cool, slipped the metal spoon into the vat of salt water, and flipped the bacon over, checked the hash browns. Retrieving some eggs from the fridge, she cracked them onto another pan, singing softly under her breath.

”...And I’ll rise up
I'll rise like the day
I’ll rise up
I'll rise unafraid
I'll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousand times again
And I’ll rise up…”

Tigress danced around her feet, meowing in a slightly demanding way, and Callie chuckled, dishing the food out onto plates, she fed the kitten, and dropped seven disks of redwood into the potion, making sure she could fish them out easily. Shifting, she muttered a spell, using the leyline nearby to fuel the magic, and lifted the plates into the air, where they soon settled down on the dining table. She knew that the scent of food would lure the others out, and for a moment she retreated back to the kitchen, fishing the amulets out, she muttered another spell, infused the earth magic with ley line magic, something that was bordering on illegal magic, yet Callie knew how to dance a fine line.

Hanging the amulets up, she returned to the dining room, satisfied, with what she had done that morning, and the homely task of cooking had settled her. She had a lot to talk with Alexis, and therefore Leo about, and a hearty breakfast would set them for what was going to be a long day. As the thought crossed her mind, Callie retrieved her phone, turning it on, to send a message to Zoé. She stopped and sighed. What she had to say would be best said in person, later that day.

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Cody

@BlackPanther

Cody didn’t sleep much, having returned home, he assured his parents that he was okay. He had figured that Aron would want to stay with Gage, and hadn’t waited long for him, although he would have stayed all night, but his mothers worried voice had sent him home. He didn’t stay in his room long, instead he waited for his parents to fall asleep, before sneaking out. Dangerous, perhaps, yet Cody wasn’t terribly worried. He retreated to his treehouse, something he had worked on with his father over some years, until it was more like a house in its own right.

At that moment, it was actually clean, as opposed to littered with rubbish. Cody spent most of his time here writing his book, often falling asleep on one of the beanbags. He’d brought Aron here, just the other day, and he sighed at the memory, his thoughts going to Aron. His boyfriend. Partner. Right then, his just about anything. He sighed again, and smiled to himself, wanting to call him, but not wanting to wake him if Aron had managed to sleep. Dropping down onto a beanbag, Cody laid back, glancing out the window, watching the sun slowly rising.

He woke, having dozed slightly, and stretched, rising. He retrieved his phone, glancing at the screen, sighing softly. He was worried that there was no message from Aron, and he bit his lip, nervously. He sat back down, and quickly sent off a message to Aron.

To: Aron Brooks

Hey, is everything okay? I’m at the treehouse, and….I just wanted to see you. But if you’re at the hospital still, I understand.

He stopped himself before he could sound clingy, and sighed to himself, only then letting himself think on all that had happened. His closed his eyes, letting the images come. Perhaps that was why he hadn’t let himself sleep. Sleep made horrible images into nightmares. It was easier to deal with them awake, and he flicked through what he recalled of the attack. He remembered falling over, a log, a stick, maybe his own damn feet, the snap of bone, and the wolf on top of him. Utter fear, as he saw it leap away, attack someone else, the confusion, not able to see Aron. Cody shuddered.

The hospital. Having their lives turned upside down, and inside out. He wanted Aron. He wanted the comfort of...love. Maybe that was selfish. He sighed, and opened his eyes, reaching for his phone, he sent another message to Aron, not caring if it sounded desperate.

To: Aron Brooks
...please?

It was easier to be stronger with those you cared about, then when you were alone.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Haha, no not the flu. My brain was just overloaded....12 hours of uni work with a very demanding lab report that I still don't know if I've done right left my brain a puddle of neurons spasmodically firing.

Decided to take the day off uni today XD

Edit: given that I just spelled right write I think that is a good idea...

▲ OVERWATCH: A New Era. ▼ (Overwatch Roleplay)

@Ajax Amari

Tough ^.^ would t help if I had said attention soldiers? XD

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Oh, god.

I just took the time to read that post, since I just finished everything that needed to be done today, and that was just such a sweet post.

I think I'll wait until tomorrow to post myself though, just cause....I am in no condition to be a fully functional human being right now.