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Natsu




Character Summary

Name: Call me Natsu.
Aliases: There are those that call me Roger. It's not my real name buuuut...
Age: 19
Birthday: 29th of April.
Ethnicity: Caucasian.
Location: Western New York.
Gender: Non-binary, male pronouns.
Major/Minor: Software Engineering.
Occupation: Student, Upcoming Google Intern this Summer.
Languages: English, C, Java, Ruby, Python, HTML, CSS.
Current Bio Theme: I'm a sucker for FFX.
Years Rping: At least 7, mostly not here though.
Preferred Rp Section: Casual for sure.
Rp Level: Casual to High Casual.
Dedication Level: Pretty high, I like to think.
Biggest Rp Pet Peeve: Oh god world building without GM permission. Moderate grammar errors I can take, but I'll lynch you if you overstep your bounds.


Appearance

Height: 5"11'
Weight: 270 pounds
Build: I have a bit of a stomach bulge, but besides that pretty even everywhere else.
Eyes: Light blue
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Skin Tone: Kinda just pale?
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Hahahahaha No
Personal Style: Whatever I pull out of my drawer in the morning, irrespective of temperature. I don't feel cold or get hot in the same way you do, so I can dress however I like year round.



Psychology

Logical * Cold * Intelligent * Obsessive * Protective * Defensive


Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Oh god um shit. Well.
Hi there, I'm an asshole. Gonna put That one up front. I'm also a nerd, and sadly those thing can go hand in hand a lot of the time. I often say things i don't mean, especially around those who know me well, so if you've just met me and I'm nice, give me like... a month. I say mean things, probably as some kind of defense mechanism to stop me from getting close to people. I try to fight it, but it's there. I promise I rarely mean to hurt you, and if I do, let me know. Please. Outside of warnings though, I'd say I'm a pretty decent human most of the time. I have some necessary struggles with morality that are interesting. Now don't worry, I'm not a murderer, but I think a lot about the nature of right and wrong, to the point of infuriating those around me. I don't like to take things at face value, so I may openly question the nature of the morality of murder in front of you, and work through logical implications of different stances. My current state on most moral beliefs is not knowing, in fact. Subjective morality to me is pretty obvious, I think killing and stealing and torture are all things I don't wanna do, but that all stems from me not wanting to go to jail/ not wanting to hurt people. Whether or not there's some ultimate morality that's true independent of me, is what I want to know more about.

Outside of internally and externally debating the nature of the universe, I also spend a lot of time doing homework because hahahahahaha STEM majors. I can get into the "I have more homework than you" game. Watching my engineering friends die doing Thermo is almost painful. A lot of my not RPing free time is spent up either on games, programming, or math. Yes I'm one of those weird fuckers who likes math. Some might think this weird, but honestly until you see the beauty of complex exponentiation, or modern number theory, you just don't understand man. Look into it, I promise you'll cry when you see the light. Besides that, I cook a lot when i can, I live in dorms now but you should see what I can do with a gas stove and a knife. If I have an art, it's food.
Habits: I don't drink water from the tap. Ever. I don't care if it's cold or not, I'm going out in shorts and you can't stop me.
Hobbies: Cooking, Programming, Overwatch, Magic the Gathering, Math, Rubik's Cubes, DnD.
Fears: Being left Vulnerable, Failure.
Likes: Fluffy animals, When the dice favor me, Games, Scaly animals, Math.
Dislikes: Sad doggos, when the dice hate me, outside, cruelty.



Cards On The Table

Rp's Currently Gming: None
Rp's Currently Enjoying: Breakfast University of Magic, Darker than Black, Our Game.
Other Places Of Interest: I used to bounce around on the Nerdfighteria Vanilla Forums and it's various predecessors.
Favorite Posts: Still the best thing on the guild.



History

What Brings You To Role Player Guild: The death of my first Roleplay Site
Life Before You Came To Role Player Guild: Oh Jesus. So there was this site, orignally known as Your Pants. It was wonderful, and any Nerdfighters probably know what I'm talking about. My first Roleplay's were on that site, and I was S H I T. The worst you could imagine. Oh god part of me is glad that the old site is buried and lost to time, in a data shredded pile that can't ever be recovered (STAY AWAY FROM THE WAYBACK MACHINE IF YOU LOVE ME). Any way, that site when through a couple iterations, from site death to revival to death to revival. The people rotated and left and returned until one day, we all were gone. I found the site somewhere between my departure and the overall death of that site's RP section. Good friends were made, lost and died there.
Life Since You Came To Role Player Guild: Bit less Nostalgic and more cheery for this part then. Guild's been nice, and I've been on and off as life got harder or easier at different points, but I think I've stabilized on something good where I am now.


Extras

Quotes or Sayings: "What do you mean I can only have 7 shots of Espresso?"
Theme Song: I'm a sucker for jazzed up versions of childhood songs.
Advice To The World:
Anything Else: I think people shoot for happiness, and while that's good, I don't think you should ever achieve it. You need to keep upping your standards, and never become complacent.


Most Recent Posts

Miss Creme
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Location: Shadowell Forest, Chair 13
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Miss Creme made a noise that could only be described as a cross between a squeak and a cough at Blush's comment. She didn't want her getting the wrong idea, Creme only wanted a friend to stay with her. Creme looked away, a nervous and embarrassed look on her face. She wasn't interested in Blush that way at all. For the love of Eka, she wasn't even attracted to other girls. At this point, Creme was most worried about making Blush think she'd been led on somehow, not wanting to risk losing her new friend, but knowing that she had to make that clear to her. She stuttered and stumbled for words, looking for a way to gently talk Blush down, but she was quickly distracted by something absolutely terrifying.

Miss Creme was about to respond to Blush when a chair flew up in the air, giving Creme the worst fright. A scream escaped her lips, and she began to feel very light headed. Covering her face from the sight, she vaguely heard her new friend crying out for her to move, but alas, she didn't have the strength. She sunk into the back of her chair, her heart pounding. She might've been okay, but as she heard the crash of the chair to the ground, it became too much, and Creme found herself quickly drifting into unconsciousness. Now dead to the world, she lie limp in her chair, her hands falling to her sides, nothing but a look of fright still visible on her face. After a few moments, she found herself stirring, and coming back to consciousness just in time to hear Blush speak again. "I desperately hope that won't continue happening, I don't know if I can take it." She felt dizzy, and was still a bit out of it, but she was awake.



Adalene Jones


Location: New York, New York
Interacting With: Emmie Adams
Abilities being used: N/A





Adalene laughed, "Yeah, parents always told me not to play with fire anyway." She said, and nodded. "It'd be great to have you." Getting Emmie out of the house would be good for her, Adalene thought. She wanted to talk to her about the idea of getting a job, but didn't really know how to go about that without sounding like a massive bitch. For now it was fine, she could afford to feed a second mouth, but if she was gonna keep feeding her, she'd need to pull her own weight eventually. But that wasn't important right now, especially as they were learning about what was happening to them.

Adalene walked over to the door, and motioned for Emmie to follow her. She then paused, and have gave a curious look at Emmie, "Hey, you wouldn't be able to boop us over to a supermarket, would you?" She asked. She didn't completely understand Emmie's powers, but if it meant less walking, she'd take it. It sounded like a practical application of Emmie's powers, and would certainly be a cool thing to experience. Hell, if this worked and she could get free rides to wherever she wanted, she'd have no qualms at all about Emmie staying with her. Cutting down on commute times was something Adalene was always down for.


Faith, Bart, & Belladonna



Location: Peter's Grave -> Ireland, 1848 -> Ville au Camp
Skills: N/A
Skills: N/A
Skills: History (Ireland)



Any era where Belladonna did not have to change out of her preferred corseted hobble style dress was a good time for the elder Paradox. Today was such a day. Though she did have to admit her time with Andromeda had been enchanting, she had taken a shine to the pale Paradox. It was time to see how dealing with a pair of paradoxes would go. She had two bags hanging from the tree next to where Peters Grave was still fresh. One was a potato sack filled with worn out and torn wool clothing. It was labeled: Male. Then there was a garment bag filled with a dress and under garments, including a bone corset. It was pink but god, it was going to cinch that waist.

Faith awoke to the day like all the ones before. She had to hand it to herself, she was getting used to the constant ritual. Training with Gio was interesting, but she was excited now. The only ones left to train with were Evelina and Belladonna, two she had been most looking forward to. So when she got up to go read the note, seeing she would be with the senior Paradox, she almost jumped for joy. She had a feeling she would be training with Bart still, which she had gotten used to. She still didn't like the little nerd, but he was proving to be useful. Faith got ready and went out to meet with Belladonna at Peter's grave. She noted the two bags, "Let me guess, clothing change?" She walked up to inspect the other bag and saw the dress, corset, and underwear. God, women had to wear these then? "Oh, that's gonna hurt, isn't it? I'll go get changed then." She had gotten used to the demands placed on her. Blending in with the time so as to not stick out. If she had to suffer with a corset choking the breath out of her, so be it.

A new day had dawned, and with it came a new trainer, as Bart quickly discovered upon waking. Belladonna... He was a bit surprised that a paradox would be teaching them, but he didn't know how long she'd been around. He supposed if she would be training him, she must be rather experienced. At this point, he assumed he'd still be training with Faith. He didn't mind her so much anymore, and she seemed more than capable of holding her own, so he was fine with that. He quickly got himself down to Peter's grave site, and saw Belladonna, along with Faith, along with a bag clearly labeled "Male" Taking the initiative, he strode up to it, took the bag, and said, "I'll get right changed then so we can start the day." If there was one thing he'd learned by now, it was to not waste the time of the trainers. It seemed most of them didn't care much for formalities. Giving a nod of acknowledgement to Faith, he turned back towards the house to change into his new attire.

Oh Belladonna was having none of this. They were on a clock and she had been influenced enough by Evelina to wish to stay on it. "We will not delay while you dawdle. You behind the tree, you other side of the tree. No peaking. I'll help with the corset," she said as she took a hold of the corset and moved into position. As soon as Faith was ready she started lacing it up with an unnatural speed before leaning over the womans shoulder from behind. "Breath out and brace against the tree pulling forward. Three, two." She hadn't even reached one when she pulled back tight, the corset cutting in at the waist and flattening the poor woman's chest. This obviously wasn't a corset designed to accent the breasts. "One." There was a slight grin on her features as she helped with anything else that was needed and motioned towards the portal."Come now, we have death to witness."

Faith stepped back into place, as she had originally attempted to follow Bart back to the house. Changing outside wasn't ideal, but then again the quicker she got changed the quicker they could proceed with their training. Though she at least was happy her attire had pink on it, though the corset left little to be desired. She went back behind her designated tree and waited for Belladonna to help her. She did as she was told and braced herself against the tree as she waited for the count. Before she knew it, she felt her breasts push back against her as if attempting to strangle her through her inside. She felt her waist tighten as the corset was set on her body. She breathed out again, though somewhat strained. She didn't let go of the tree until she managed a steady rhythm. Once done, she turned to face the other Paradox. "Please tell me its whoever decided to make this corset? If not, I'll happily deal out death myself. The world will thank me for it, one day."

There was a bit of mirth in Belladonnas ebony eyes as a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Oh darling a woman should always train in a corset. Wonderful invention, if one can proceed with their breath taken away, imagine what one can do when it is cut free. It is truly liberating," she said in a cool voice. Then she followed up, "Especially when a debonair man when a hot dagger assists."

Bart stopped in his stride, and turned red. He didn't like the idea of changing outside, much less where people might catch a peek. Not wanting to argue with Bella though, he stepped behind his tree and reached into the bag, and pulled out his rags. He frowned, as he was at least used to dressing up a bit when he went off camp.He slipped into the wool clothes, and scratched himself. He wasn't a fan of these to say the least, and stepped out after Faith was dressed, and dryly said, "Should I rub a bit of dirt on my face too? I look like a pauper." He was surprised with himself at that. It was unlike him. He considered that maybe Faith was rubbing off on him a little. He positioned himself next to Faith, and looked quizzically at Belladonna, wondering who's death they'd be witnessing.

"Do not be silly, two women of peerage would never allow their boy to accompany them in filth," the Elder paradox stated as she held up a single finger. Turning, she walked smoothly towards the portal and stepped through. On the other side, clouds of gray rose into the air from smoke stacks down the street. There was a divide and it was painfully obvious. A handful of people with far too much money walked past crowds of poor and starving. "Ireland, during what you would call the Great Potato Famine. In truth, what you are witnessing is Genocide."

Faith smirked at Belladonna's comment. It was true, to an extent. Plus, it added a bit of sexiness to look good and be badass doing it. Still, she felt snug while Bart was dressed in what looked like drab, but somewhat comfortable clothing. It wasn't until Bella mentioned that he was their "boy". Now it made sense. They were members of the upper crust, dressed as such, and Bart was part of the lower sect, probably one who worked for them. Now she was happy. She followed Bella through the portal and noticed immediately the difference between the classes here. She was happy she didn't have to appear like a pauper, but wasn't that a danger also? Didn't royalty often get killed for having too much? And now they were here during a horrible time in Ireland's history. "Are we to merely observe this?" She didn't know if she relished watching a group get killed off.

Bart kept himself from glaring at Belladonna. He didn't at all like the role she had decided to give him, but he did know better than to argue with her. That, and he was confident nothing would come of it. It was just the cover she choose. If there was one upside, there was no way Faith was more comfortable than him, even if the wool irritated his skin, at least he could breath easy. He followed her and Faith through the portal. He shuffled uncomfortably near his companions, looking upon the crowds of poor people. He didn't quite understand the point Belladonna was trying to make by having them bear witness to this. Genocide was an odd word for it, in Bartholomew's opinion, as one considers the word to typically describe death via some kind of active choice, rather than from the mere staying from action, but it was horrible nevertheless. "We're not to interfere." He reminded Faith, a touch of bitterness in his voice.

Belladonna nodded slightly to Bartholomew's words but she did not look at him or address him. Lacing her fingers together below her breast as she walked, she kept Faith to her right and Bart to her back left. Yet she did make sure that when she spoke she could be heard by him without straining. "There are some things even if we were to interfere it would not change much. What you are witnessing is systematic genocide. Water mold began this but.." she stopped speaking as a man stumbled into their path, his mouth was green. Bright green and his skin pallid, clammy. He dropped to his knees and fell dead at their feet. Belladonna looked at him with pity. "Cholera, Typhoid. It is wiping this village off the face of the earth. In his belly, he could not even find rotting water molded potatoes to fill it. Grass from the field to stop the pains caused by that had not seen food in far too long."

Faith felt her anger get the best of her after Bart's stupid comment. "I know that, boy, learn to speak when spoken to." Hey, she had to get into character right? She knew that they were not to get involved, but were they merely here to observe as a large number of people just perished? Or was there more to this they needed to see and understand. As they walked, a man stumbled forward and fell before them, dead. She felt more pity for him than she would have imagined. These people were slowly dying. People like she was pretending to be didn't suffer. "And I don't suppose the wealthy elite did much to aid them? Sitting in their towers as the lower class slowly died?" She would be the first to admit she was spoiled in her past life, but she liked to think that if she knew of people outside dying, she would have tried to help. The apocolypse changed that dynamic though.

"What a bitch." Bart thought to himself. He was used to Faith's attitude by now, but being talked down to in that way really ground his gears. He clenched his jaw, and took a surprised step backward when the man stumbled in front of them. The anger in his eyes was instantly replaced with what could only be described at pity. He was surely a revolting sight, and Bart did quickly avert his gaze, but it was something very sad as well. Death by starvation was not an easy way to go, and that topped with Cholera and Typhoid must've made it all the more painful. He thought to speak to respond to Faith, but in tune with his role he kept quiet. He disagreed with her sentiment though, information didn't travel the same way it did when he was alive. If a family was well off, there's a good chance they either didn't know the extent of the problem, or were only effective at helping out near where they lived. That was just his speculation anyway.

"For some it will. They will be able to buy their way over the borders that are closed. There is plenty of food but the potatoes cannot be sold. It is what these farmers pay their English Landlords with. They are tossed off their lands, out of their homes, into the streets, the poor houses, and the coffin ships to the New World where even if they survive to that point will be pushed aside and signs will hang in windows - No Irish Allowed." Belladonna kept walking as she spoke. The further into the village they progressed the worse it looked. The harder it was to breath because of the smell of rotting dead that were in piles in alleyways before they could be taken to mass graves. Children in work houses looked out of stone buildings with dirt and blood on their faces. They were skeletons with skin wasting away.

This was a feeling that Faith had not experienced before. It was like her stomach wanted to be anywhere else but there and then. She felt warm in her chest. Was she having a heart attack? COULD she have a heart attack? God she still didn't understand this whole Paradox process. No, this was something else. She felt...sad. Depressed even. She walked along with Bart and Bella and watched as death claimed another after another, and they could do nothing about it. History had already claimed them. "I hate this. I'd rather have Walker encounters day after day than watch these people perish from something that could have been aided."

Bart watched on as Faith began to audibly freak out. He frowned and averted his eyes. It was incredibly sad, and, from Bella's last comment, completely unfair. He looked at the town around him, and sputtered at the smell. His lip quivered for a second as his eyes lingered on one of the children, somebody obviously already consigned to death. He ripped his eyes away and stared at the ground, struggling to follow his companions. He agreed with Faith, this was repulsive on every level. He swallowed hard, trying to keep himself from throwing up at the sight.

The walk continued and Belladonna lead them out of the town. A mother was curled up on the side of the road, holding her child and singing to the baby weakly. The childs lips were purple and the body rigid. The mother was still singing to her long dead offspring. No words exchanged but she gave the woman a look. The two seemed to understand each other. Mother to mother. The road broke off and then Bella turned and lead them far into a field, up a hill, and stopped as they came to the top. On the other side was something far worse. A potters field newly dug. Hundreds of bodies laid out, rotting, flies were swarming. "Is what we have endured anything compared to this? Petty squabbles. Hurt feelings. Attitude. No, all must be pushed aside for mark my words young ones. Should we fail at our jobs, at what we have been chosen for, this will not just be a moment in time. Our entire world will be a grave and we too shall lay festering."

It was a shitty lesson to learn, but probably one Faith needed most of all. If she were to do this new job of hers, she would have to change. So far she had been operating as if this was a do=over. A way for her to try again. Hell, she even still hoped that she would be able to go back to her world. It seemed like it would not be the case and now she had to stand here and watch as people died and she could do nothing. But Bella was right. The work that they did was important and it was needed. Saving history and those in it meant that others got to continue to live. As much as she would love to heal these people or put a bullet in Hitler, it would ruin history and the world. "I understand. Thank you for showing this to me. I have....a lot to think about, it seems."

Bart's eyes locked on Bella as she spoke, and for once he think he got it. These people's duty, his duty was to make sure that the world didn't turn to this. He drew breath, and exhaled, looking at the pestilence and death strewn around him, he nodded. He just didn't understand why it was him chosen to protect this world. He felt a twinge of anger, knowing that that was a secret never to be known to him. It felt unfair, being saddled with such responsibility without knowing why, but at the same time, this wasn't something he could shirk off. For whatever reason, he was here, and for as long as he was, this was the work in front of him. Bart nodded along with Faith. "Thank you Belladonna, I think I needed this." He said, lowering his head towards her.

Belladonna gave a long gaze across the mass of bodies. A wagon starting up the hill behind them, filled with more bodies. Turning she started back down the hill with her arms crossed and pulling her shawl closer as the winds kicked up around them. It was a long silence on the trek back from the elder Paradox. Then as they neared the portal she began to speak in her velvet voice, quoting something very dear to her heart. It could be heard in each syllable that slipped passed her lips. "Was there a man dismayed? Not though the soldier knew someone had blundered. Theirs not to make reply, theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die." Stopping at the portal there was a slight tug at the corner of her lips. "Into the valley of Death my darlings."

Faith followed Bella closely, eager to leave this place. She had a lot of thinking to do. She made note to remember this time period. It would be a reminder that she had an important job. That, above all, the balance of time was important. Even if it meant watching a people die. It was a harsh truth, but a truth that needed to be learned none the less. She stepped into the portal without a word. What could she say really?

Bartholomew walked towards the portal along with Bella, and was quiet as could be on the trip. When Bella finally spoke, it brought a small, melancholy smile to his face. He thought on the words, about how they applied to the Paradoxes. Soldiers recruited for reasons that they knew not, to fight in a battle that they would almost certainly never see the end of. He might have once thought such a sentiment to be foolish, but now he understood. This was bigger than him. Keeping history intact was something far more important than his continued survival. Even if he didn't want to take on everything that admission meant. He stepped through the portal, letting to moment hang without comment.
Miss Creme
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Location: Shadowell Forest, Chair 13
Skills: Charisma
Hit Points: 3
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Miss Creme's eyes hovered on Blush, her smile widening as she spoke. Nobody had ever really spoken to her that way this woman was, it it just made her feel good to be respected in such a way. She blushed at her compliment, and said, "Thank you Miss." She made herself comfortable in her seat, forgetting all about the man who'd troubled her so not moments ago. Something about this woman made her feel special, and she desperately wanted to keep talking to her, to be her friend. A brief look of distress crossed her face when she the Miss turned away from her, during which she finally noticed the way she'd been referring to her, as if Miss Creme were a flower. That was endearing in a way, if a little strange. When she turned her attention back on Miss Creme, her face still had that look of concern, but it quickly melted back to relief.

"Would, um, you like to spend this night with me?" She said, and her face reddened quickly, rewording her sentence, "I mean, this is surely going to be an interesting night, I'd hate to go through it alone. Having somebody by my side would certainly make things easier." She said, smiling at her hopefully. She wanted to keep spending time with the woman, and as bold as it was to ask, she felt it necessary to do so. This could be a great opportunity for her to make a new friend, and while she couldn't quite place why, she felt like Her and Blush would just make the best of friends. She was used to being around women of relatively low class, and Blush seemed to be quite of opposite of that, holding herself in a high regard. Maybe that was why she was so taken with her, surprised that a women of status wanted to even give her the time of day.



Adalene Jones


Location: New York, New York
Interacting With: Emmie Adams
Abilities being used: N/A





Adalene shrugged, "Pretty alright, it'll be better after breakfast." He stomach grumbled. She looked at her toaster impatiently, drumming her fingers on the counter. She pulled out her planner at Emmie's question, and peered over it, "I have to go grocery shopping, after that lunch, some free time, dinner, and I wanted to head out to that tire yard later in the night." She said, closing it back up, and back into her pocket. She then continued to say, "You're welcome to come with me if you like, or you can just tell me what you want me to grab from the market."

It was at this point that her toast popped up, and Adalene smiled. "Hey, I could always try making toast myself." She said, half jokingly as she pulled it out. That'd be a good way to burn the apartment down. In reality, she probably had to be careful not to do that, she didn't want to be connected to a string of arsons. She stepped over the fridge and pulled out some butter, which she liberally applied to her toast. Taking a bite out of it, she said, "Toaster does it pretty well though, think I'll stick to that for awhile." She said, chewing as she did, and swallowing quickly after.
Miss Creme
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Location: Shadowell Forest, Chair 13
Skills: Perception
Hit Points: 3
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Miss Creme hadn't noticed that somebody had decided to sit next to her, so when Debutante Blush spoke up she had a brief look of surprise on her face, before straightening herself out, taking her feet off the seat, and placing her hands on her lap. She was about to speak, when she saw a man take the seat just one spot over from her. Her eyes lingered on him for a second, and she scooted herself closer to Blush as a chill ran down her back. Maybe it was the mask he was wearing, or just the way he carried himself, but she felt very uneasy near him. She didn't know why she felt the way she did, but the hair on the back of her neck stood straight up at the sight of him. Looking over to the Miss, she bowed her head at her a little. "It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Miss." She said, a small smile across her face.

She looked the Miss up and down, her head bobbing ever so slightly as she did so. She seemed fairly normal, and Miss Creme wasn't creeped out by her at all, so she certainly didn't mind engaging with her. She continued to say, "Of course, I hope you'll excuse my resting, it's been quite a journey." She said, her voice soft, but loud enough to be heard. She daintily took her arm up to her face and rubbed her eyes, before bringing her hand down in front of her mouth to cover a small yawn. She supposed she could continue on fine without too much rest, it'd be rude for her to ignore this woman and not talk to her. She then realized she had never answered the Miss's initial question, and hastily said, "And yes Miss, my rest was lovely." She nodded at her, widening her smile a bit.
Miss Creme
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Location: Shadowell Manor - Front Gate, Chair 13
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Quite amazed by the crowd that had amassed itself for this event, Miss Creme had a look of astonishment on her face. Seeing all these people around was a sight to see, but made her that much more conscious about herself. Unconsciously, she adjusted her posture to keep her standing as straight as she could, with her hands clutching onto each other tightly behind her. She had jumped in surprise at the site of the machination as it rolled into view, letting out a small "Oh my!", having never seen anything like that before. Covering her ears as it came to a stop, she gave the man piloting it a startled look. So they'd be riding that to the manor? She did find it quite fascinating to look at, but she wasn't sure how she felt about the safety of riding it.

Stuck where she was, not quite wanting to get on something that looked so haphazardly thrown together, but also knowing she couldn't very well leave. She steeled herself and deciding that at least she would soon be out of the cold, she moved herself slowly forward towards the vehicle. Not quite knowing who to sit next to, she left it up to fate, and took free seat that lacked any neighbors. She did find the seats quite odd, but she wall small enough that she could comfortably sink back into them. It was very nice to finally get off her feet and have a sit. So nice, in fact, that she decided to pull her legs up to her chest, sitting in an almost fetal position in the chair. She could very much use a rest at this point, and took a small second before the ride started up, to rest her eyes, closing them for just a little while.

She didn't intend by any means to fall asleep, but she was relaxing herself pretty well. After a few moments, she creaked her eyes back open, deciding it best not to risk going unconscious around a ton of strangers. Curled up in her chair, she gave a yawn, carefully covering her mouth as she did so. Miss Creme was very comfortable here, her coat functioning as almost a kind of blanket, keeping her warm and snug on the seat. She pulled the lower half of her face into the collar of her jacket, and exhaling, warming up her cheeks considerably. Smiling at herself, she rested her head against the back of her seat, pulling her face out of her jacket a tiny bit to accommodate this.



Adalene Jones


Location: New York, New York
Interacting With: Emmie Adams
Abilities being used: N/A





Living with Emmie had been a new thing for sure, but between classes starting, and Emmie finding her a place to practice her powers, she didn't really mind her. Emmie seemed like a really interesting person, even if she wasn't letting her in much. Having a friend who could teleport was certainly something she was happy about. Ready for the day to start up, she stepped out of her room and found Emmie making herself a sandwich. "Hey Emmie." She said casually, "Plan for the day?" Adalene asked, following suit and making herself some toast, pulling out bread, and inserting it into her toaster.

She didn't mind having Emmie crash here so far,but she was curious if she'd be able to find her own place to live. She didn't really know about any kind of skills or capabilities Emmie had, though she presumed it wasn't much, given what she knew about her. If she was at least looking to get a job, Adalene would be fine keeping her around here while she got off her feet. Her biggest concern at this point was honestly coming home one day and finding Emmie missing. She didn't, in Adalene's estimation at least, seem like the type of person who liked to stay in one place for too long
Miss Creme
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Location: Shadowell Forest - Front Gate
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Coming upon the manor, Miss Creme was quite relieved. She'd been on foot for a long while now, and even as her coat kept her warm enough in this freezing cold, she was very much looking forward to getting inside and out of the elements. She swallowed the last bit of a peppermint candy she'd been sucking on to distract herself on her journey, and hurriedly walked towards the gate. She had heard the guards telling them to have their invitation ready, and quite afraid of the notion of being shot, she dug into her purse and took out her invitation for inspection. She put her other hand in her coat pocket, trying to make sure she stayed warm and avoided frostbite. Soon enough, it was her turn to present her invite.

Miss Creme approached Leo, and held out her invitation carefully. "Here you are, sir." She said with a small smile, though her bottom lip was noticeably trembling. She was clearly nervous as it was being inspected, even though she had no reason to be scared of being shot in the moment. She didn't like that they started out threatening them, and she was worried it was reflective of the overall tone of the evening. She continued past him once she got the go ahead, and found a place to await further instruction. She stood with her arms folded behind her back, watching on the group that had been called on. She had no idea why any of this was happening to her, why she'd been targeted for blackmail, why she was called here, nothing. She'd just make it through the night, and hope nothing went horribly wrong. It was a party after all! For all she knew, she might be in for a really fun time, but she had a gut feeling that that simply would not be the case.



Adalene Jones


Location: Pizza shop
Interacting With: Emmie Adams
Abilities being used: N/A





Adalene raised her eyes in surprise. "Wow." She couldn't imagine what'd she'd do if her parents died. She was dependent on them even now, so going through life without ever really having them would be so tough on her. "Sorry I asked..." She said, feeling pretty down after that. "Um.. Well, I just wanna say you can crash at my place as long as you like." She was clearly uncomfortable at this point, and was very relieved that her number was called quickly after. "I'll go get that." She quickly stood up, and hurried towards the register. She grabbed the pizza, and brought it back, taking a moment on the way to recompose herself.

Sitting back down, she smiled at Emmie, "School's starting up next week for me, so if you do stick around that long, I'll be gone most days, just please don't wreck the house if that's the case." She didn't want to presume, but she wasn't sure what Emmie would be like as a roommate, and setting ground rules would be a good thing to start off with. "Also, dibs on first shower when we get back." She said with a smile.
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