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7 yrs ago
My power grows exponentially each day as we come nearer to Halloween.
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In 🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S. → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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In 🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S. → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Cecily Ashworth
Location: Taqueria
Cecily couldn't help but stare, watching as Caesar assaulted the food in front of him. She shook her head slightly, picking at her own food. The spice of the taco caused her to cough a bit, and she reached for the water, only to find that it hardly made it any better. Water only dilutes it, Cecily thought to herself, chastising her own decision. Rubbing her tongue up against the roof of her mouth, she eventually got the spice to calm down to a dull roar, letting her pick at the food again. At Caesar's mention of the news, Cecily glanced up at the screen, prepared to see some sort of press release from Roy about the murder.

There was nothing.

She frowned deeply. She'd been working forensics in Justice for two years, and the news jumped at each high profile murder they could get. A death in a hospital would provide the perfect opportunity for a media circus, with each reporter shouting more and more outlandish statements, such as calling for the resignation of the hospital's dean. It unsettled her, the media silence on the matter. Had it been any other city, she would've surmised that the police had just done a good job at keeping Wallace's murder away from the public eye.

But this was Justice. She made a mental note of it, figuring that talking it over with Roy would make more sense. She wasn't in any sort of mental shape to take her own thoughts seriously. It wasn't like this was the 1800s, with a gag rule implemented. No reason that she could fathom explained the lack of press interest in the deaths. To her, it looked like someone was perhaps forcing Wallace's death to fade into the background quietly.

Shaking herself away from her thoughts, Cecily took the satellite phone. At Caesar's proposition, though, she once again was the deer stuck in the headlights. "I'm flattered but er...I've got a friend I'm staying with tonight," Cecily explained. "And you're...you're very nice but I'm...Dating and sex...isn't really my area." She couldn't help but hope that she'd misunderstood his offer, but even she knew what a hotel and going to the Roller Derby tended to mean. Tapping on the screen, Cecily began to examine the videos.

In Abandoned Hope - Concluded → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I am all moved in and pretty much settled, so amnesty is over! :) Please get back to your regular posting schedules. ;)

@BlueSky44 @Witch Cat: Reminder that you are both on day 5.
In The Office → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
So, with 8 days on her posting counter, @fluorescent has been removed from the RP.

Given that it's been 7 days since there was a GM update and there's been no response, I'm going to be closing this RP. Thank you all so much for your effort and dedication, and I hope to RP with you all another day. :)
In A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jaina Sarbye
Location: Roaming the Corridors ---> the Commodore's Quarters ---> The Bridge; The Vindicator
Jaina winked a bit at Marcel, raising her finger to her lips quietly. And while she didn't intend it, the soft smile on her face would've sent a shiver down the spine of any who saw her. It was the smile belonging to devilspawn, to a child carrying an AK47 and unaware of the power they held. That was what made Jaina Sarbye so dangerous and so effective at her job, after all. Most bounty hunters had an instinctive need to survive. Jaina didn't have that. To her, death was nothing to be afraid of, and it meant nothing to her. She didn't comprehend it, despite all of the blood on her hands.

"Aye aye, commodore!" Jaina said, walking at a brisk pace towards Jesmand's quarters. For the first ten seconds, she managed to just walk, and then she launched herself forward, her hands touching the ground. Incredibly squirrel-y and antsy, she walked on her hands for the rest of the way, kicking her feet up towards the ceiling. Had she not been quite so short, she perhaps would've made more progress towards that goal then she did. Lowering herself down, Jaina delicately opened the door to Jesmand's quarters, glancing around in awe.

She glanced around the room, noting its many features. Files with official seals were in piles, amongst books and flight histories. There was a yoga mat, and Jaina couldn't help but grin at the vibro sword. Her old boyfriend, a charming young man named Luke, had come up with the idea of waving it around wildly to kill flies. She couldn't have thought of anything better than that to use it for.

"Oh...I shouldn't but...The Commodore won't mind," Jaina persuaded herself, picking up the vibro sword. She grabbed two pieces of candy with the other hand, intent to give one to Jes. She hadn't felt like finding Morgbra again, otherwise she would have given a piece to her personal cheerleader. She activated the virbosword, spinning and twirling down the hallways as she went, leaving burn marks on the wall. At one point, she even paused and carved her own name in, whacking anyone who attempted to question her and get in her way. Shira's announcement, for example, only caused her to giggle with glee.

She loved bumpy rides.

By that point, however, Jaina had made it back to the Bridge, vibro sword and candy in hand. "Commodore! I present you with this lovely gift!" Jaina giggled, handing the candy over to Jes.
Sutton Corandel
Location: The Bridge; The Raven
Sutton awaited Luke's response, clueless as to what Stehrr said. However, from the lack of strawberries produced, she could take a pretty good guess at what the wookie meant. She glanced over at her friend, attempting to focus on the mission at hand, rather than allow her mind to drift. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about it, her past, that day. Her mother's face swam into her mind, and her focus drifted off, seeming a bit distant to anyone who came in.

Her mother's last words to her still echoed throughout her mind. "You would ruin me, Caitlyn...Trust no one. Do not let them learn who you are. You love me, don't you want me to be happy, Caitlyn dear?"

Even now, Sutton still wasn't certain about how to answer her mother's question.
In Written: A Fairytale RP → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Sherlock Holmes
Madam Fae's Bar & Diner
"Shielding them from information is illogical," Sherlock replied, taking a sip from the sugared liquid without even laying eyes on the Fairy Godmother. "It certainly won't save them from the same death as the others, I'm afraid. You know quite well Lancelot would call me if there was something different this time, Madam Fae."

Sherlock hardly batted an eye as Beauty and her Beast entered the dinner. Any fool could have figured out what was going on between the two, and she certainly didn't feel any sort of civic duty towards making this truth more abundantly obvious to the rest in Mystvale. If they chose to ignore what was in front of them, so be it. She couldn't baby them forever, they were going to have to learn what precious little brain cells they still had. On more than one occasion, Sherlock had examined the possibility that the Cataclysm caused severe brain trauma to most in Mystvale, causing in a large drop of the collective I.Q. She hadn't found any conclusive results yet.

"I see no reason to help anyone," Sherlock observed coolly, in response to Philip. "Let natural selection take its course, the human race could benefit from the imbeciles being removed from the gene pool." Sherlock smirked softly, taking in the creature of habit before her. Philip ordered the same thing on each visit to the diner, enough that if Sherlock so desired, she could've poisoned the man. Not that she would, mind you.

Seeing more people pile inside of the diner, Sherlock grimaced slightly. She pulled on the cash to pay for the coffee, setting it down on the diner. The moment she finished off her drink, she'd be out the door. She had plans to head into Tacoma, prior to the required meeting. In approximately forty eight hours, a prominent politician would be calling her in destress, Sherlock had concluded. It was time to breathe in the fumes and crime of that desolate place, to get its horrors and tragedies in her lungs.

"Watson, hurry along. You'll gain half a pound from this morning's breakfast, by my calculations," Sherlock snapped, taking another sip of her coffee.
Harlianne Hook
The Hatter's Bookshop
Harlianne knew that the Hatter, and most of Mystvale, treated her as another deranged resident of the Never. Her story had originated there, she had been the bitter foe of Peter Pan. Or at least, that was what she told her. The Seven Seas was her home, the chaotic roar of the water in the midst of a storm her natural element. Dry land felt foreign to her, even years after leaving the sea behind. "Aye, I'll take care of meself," Harlianne agreed, mostly for the Hatter's benefit. As impaired as she was, she knew it had to bother the Hatter, Dorothy's disappearance.

"Hatter, do ye think the lass used her slippers?" Harlianne inquired. She had stolen a bootlegged copy of the Wizard of Oz a while back, watching the far too happy child run around with the little dog on her similarly stolen television set. She remembered that the heels, when clapped together, could transport the wearer anywhere. A mischievous look came over her, one the Hatter would perhaps know well.

"I've got meself a job to do," Harlianne informed the Hatter. "I'll be paying me respects to Miss Dorothy."

Of course, she was aware of what Merlin had said. Magic didn't exist in Mystvale. Frankly, Harlianne found that to be codswallop. The disappearances weren't normal by any means, and if she held the old wizard up, she figured he had enough juice in him left to make the shoes work. The thing was, Harlianne hated that she had been rescued. Without the open waters of the sea and the adventure her home realm provided, life was bland. Here was her way out. Here was a possible path to freedom.

She'd just need to borrow without returning some slippers.
Aravis Tarkheena
Lucy's Apartment
Aravis smiled quietly, hearing Hansel's explanation. She knew that he was a man, a tested warrior, but she couldn't help but see him as a boy. The situation they were in, of course, was terrible beyond all compare. At least Hansel had been able to find some normalcy, despite how briefly it lasted. Those positive thoughts vanished when Lucy revealed the shoes, filled with a tar like substance. Something had produced it, and Aravis held her fingers out, prepared to touch it. She withdrew her hand, reconsidering the action.

"Hansel, you dedicated your life to hunting the supernatural," Aravis began, formulating a plan. "Have you ever seen something quite like this before?"

Of course, she could think of two other individuals to consult in the town. Well, three, if she was being truthful. The Fairy Godmother would likely know something about the magic involved, and then there was Tinker Bell and Peter Pan. The pair of them had tormented that dreadful pirate for years, but perhaps their childish antics would've lead them to encounter Dorothy's likely killer. "And I do insist you move in with me," Aravis added, a slight blush covering her cheeks. "We'll have a proper Narnian meal."

She turned, prepared to draw her sword once Alice began to pound on the door. She approached it slowly, before opening it upon hearing the child's panicked cries. "Alice? Come inside," Aravis instructed, glancing towards the mess of an apartment nearby, filled with the remnants of Dorothy's life. Alice didn't need to be exposed to that. Her sanity was fragile as it was.
In A Perilous New Order: Echo and Lucifer [Morose x Din] → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Don't worry about it! :) I completely understand
In A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Lmpkio "Sutton whistled a bit of a tune, recalling Matthew's offer of watching some films. She'd go and pick one out after the strategy session was over, and the crew was briefed on their roles."
In Written: A Fairytale RP → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@McHaggis I'll get a post up tomorrow, then. :) Too tired to post more tonight.
In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jack Hudson
Location: Vicinity of the Front Outer Wall (Lagrange St)
Jack sent a thumbs up at Tatiana, squinting a bit to see if he could make out anything about the mysterious Russian. Given that Tatiana didn't leap for joy, he figured that Davi wasn't the one at the gate entrance. However, his paranoia was only encouraged by that. It didn't make sense, for two Russian speakers to show up in the middle of Georgia on a random day, without any sort of prior arrangement. But then again, he'd seen stranger things during his days on the force.

Like the oddly placed hedgehog. Now that had been a hell of a lot of paperwork to fill out for that particular sting operation. He shook his head slightly, recalling Sophia's question. He had been a bit distracted, nearly forgetting that the crippled girl had asked it. "Met at the DMV," Jack said, a bit simply. "Quickest thing that evah happened there, I'd say." He chuckled a bit, but he didn't take his eyes off of Tatiana. At the first sign of trouble, he'd rush up there, ready to die for her.

But of course, even Jack knew that dying for a loved one was easy. Living for them was the hard part.

He couldn't help but raise an eye, seeing the newcomer enter through the gates. He had put down what seemed to be enough fur to keep a small family warm for a winter on the ground, along with assorted weapons. Not needing Tatiana to tell him this, Jack figured that the man wasn't Davi. And if he was, the world must have become a rather more accepting place than what it used to be.
Édouard Riviere
Location: Dans La Rue
The saying generally goes something along the lines of "if looks could kill..." In this instance, however, the intense stares of the American ruffians practically spoke to Éd, in a language that even le Chou could comprehend. The near dozen of them were rather fixated on both Lana and Amelia, and he glanced briefly at both of them, awaiting some sort of explanation. It slowly dawned on him, then, that this wasn't some sort of challenge from a rival mafia group.

It was some sort of trap! His lips curled slightly in distaste, hearing Amelia say something about chess to the men. None of it made any sense to him, but Lana's crouching stance, and the hungry gazes of the men suggested to him a few options. Clearly, they couldn't have cared less about him, a fact that he felt a bit of resentment towards. He nearly wished that the men stared at him with those vulgar expressions.

Édouard then glanced at Amelia again, confused as to why she appeared to be speaking with them. She had been present just moments after their first car crash, and then, she blamed him for the second one. His distrust boiled up, and Édouard ran his mind through the very few English phrases he knew. Lana could stay, he rather fancied the Russian beauty. He hadn't the faintest idea what she shouted at him, but he couldn't deny it was a bit arousing.

"Girl." Édouard motioned, pointing at Amelia, and then waving towards the wannabe biker gang, as if to indicate they could have her. "C'est bien?" He supposed that, if they must, they could have Lana as well. Provided they gave him something decent as a replacement, perhaps a potted plant.

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