Nemaisare

Light in the Dark

Most excellently awesome, oh writing buddy mine. :)

The Reawakening - Advanced, modern day, elemental magic RP

Have at, if you'd like. ;)

Here are my NPCs. And if you don't see someone you want, feel free to message me about that, or if you have any ideas for a meeting. :)

Augusta Finley

53
Bison
Earth 3
Affinity- Steady power and shields
No nonsense, but with a hidden sense of humour, Aggy's been known to pull a prank or two without giving anything away. And she's notorious among the younger Park staff for being hard to figure out. She's not the most friendly, but she's open to company and very protective and passionate of the things she believes need protecting. She is, currently, keeping close to Park boundaries and setting up a long term camp for emergency use, so not readily available for choice, but I thought I'd share her along with the others. ;)

Emery Kingston

46
Big Brown Bat
Air 4
Affinity- movement
A good croupier and friendly face around Casino Lethbridge, he knows how to play a good game of cards and keep up with someone who's had a few too many to drink. He smiles more for show than for happiness these days, but he's not unhappy, just doesn't see why he needs to advertise feeling satisfied with life. Not the most outgoing, he is good at faking it, but he's just as likely to build a card castle as start a conversation with someone if he's stuck waiting in a room with them. He's been broadening his horizons a little bit with some continuing education classes recently, and has discovered an unexpected interest in astronomy. Or maybe he just forgot about wanting to be an astronaut when he was five.

Ruth-Ann Elise Avingale

81
Pigeons
Water 2
Affinity- sensitivity
From a rich family, Ruth-Ann married below her station, but at least the man she fell in love with had money of his own by the time they got married. She's always been a diligent caretaker and has always been there to offer a warmly teasing support of his ventures. She's raised three children to adulthood and while she can't quite keep her nose out of other peoples' business, she does keep her mouth shut unless it's to offer advice that may or may not be wanted. Now that they're both old and retired, she takes up her time with book clubs, her church group and people watching while she feeds her birds.

Landen Bernard Avingale

84
Not bonded
A successful landowner and businessman, Landen's a smiling face with no regrets but a few hard memories to live with. He's got a bad leg from the war and a bad heart from old age, but he's still alive and that's good enough for him. He accompanies his wife on her excursions to the park and feeds her birds with her sometimes, or if she's feeling under the weather, he'll feed them for her. That way she can be sure to never miss a day.

Nikhil Darzi

24
Cougar
Fire 1 Water 1
Affinity- Steamed rice... But really... he'll need to work on balancing his elements before he can do anything more useful
Hard-working, just not in the direction his parents were hoping for, he skipped a lengthy university degree and went into the gaming industry with a lot of imagination but no great reccomendations under his belt. He's got a certificate and a laaarge portfolio, but right now, he's working at McDonald's. He gets flustered a lot and defensive about his life choices, but there's not a jot of bad blood in him, and he'd rather forgive and forget than hold any sort of grudge.

Light in the Dark

(Hee, I'm glad we are too. Glad you and I are buddies as well. :))

And no worries about the lag. As usual. lol Maybe someday we'll both stop apologizing for it. One day, Closet... One day, we shall abandon manners as regards this because we'll get so fed up with ourselves for constantly apologising. :P

The Reawakening - Advanced, modern day, elemental magic RP

I'll try getting mine up tonight as well. Although I unfortunately can make no promises.

The EarthGiver [Nem & Glaw]

Yep! :D And it's a more subtle thing, she might notice a faint noise if any stones are next to each other or up against a hard surface before she'd notice the actual movement or glow. He isn't very strong just now, so he can't really make the stones do much beyond vibrate or rattle a little. :P

The EarthGiver [Nem & Glaw]

It is a most delightful name, especially for a male dragon... :P And here we are. It is a short post, but I'm hoping you can see the reasons as well as I can/ for that. ;) :P

*skips off to go play with Pinafore, because he's cute*

The EarthGiver [Nem & Glaw]

He felt that...

Felt what? Warmth on a smooth surface, pressure and movement, though the warmth itself remained steady. Lifting? Perhaps... Or nothing more than his imagination. However did one tell the difference?

Focus, concentration and the reminder that he was not the imaginative sort encouraged him. Until he realised the warmth was fading, and whatever had been was gone. Aylen tried somewhere else, sweeping the floor with the vestiges of awareness left to him. There. Boards pressing together and easing apart. Something was moving above them, being supported by them, the miniscule shifts between the cracks gave them away. Moving quickly, somewhere else. No!

It was the first sign he'd felt that he was not alone up here since his mind escaped its bonds. But what could he do with someone walking away? If they'd come so close and there'd been no contact, no quiet voice reaching through the space around hm, did that mean they'd forgotten him? That he was no longer needed? Or had he lost that ability when he left his prison? He reached after those footsteps, not knowing if they were human or beast, or even capable of hearing him. But no matter how far he reached or how loudly he forced his thoughts away from him, there was no response, and the footsteps kept moving away. But the stones nearby rattled if they were free and glowed if they weren't, some of his pent up frustration escaping as he shouted silently. The strength of his anger almost negating the weakness that defined his limits. But the final consequence was no slow pause of steps down the stairs or returning to the attic. Instead, the elemental managed the noncorporeal equivalent of slamming his fists against a table. Nothing truly significant happened, but the glass encasing his statue cracked. The line snapping into existence with the same snap of a twig underfoot, designed to draw attention, and then it spidered up the casing, crackling as it went.

Aylen didn't notice. Just as he hadn't realised that the hands he'd felt did not belong to the feet moving away. But after a moment, the stones stopped their rough display of irritation and the attic was quiet again. He'd need another way to win himself free...

The Reawakening - Advanced, modern day, elemental magic RP

I am the worst co-GM ever, so sorry I took that long just to get a first post up. And that I haven't been around much, but heylo and welcome to our two newest! Glad to have you on board and sorry to hear that Logrin, but good luck with stuff, aye!

The Reawakening - Advanced, modern day, elemental magic RP

Alan Mason

Life was looking sunny. Literally. It was very bright out, which was funny, considering he was usually up with the sun, not using it as his alarm clock. Still, it had been a good sleep, and he didn't have to be anywhere until 1PM rolled around. That, at least, wasn't for another few hours. Quite a few, unless he'd needed the sleep more than he'd thought when he went to bed. Go to bed at 10, wake up at 5, or whenever his mind decided to ooze towards the waking world. It took him far too long to actually wake up, he never had been a morning person when other people were concerned, but set him up on his lonesome and he'd settle right into watching the sunrise. It was a good routine when the rest of his life was never quite so certain. And here he was breaking it on a day when he should have been all over nerves and unable to keep his head to the pillow in case he... Well, in case he slept in. Wouldn't have thought he'd ever manage that, but it seemed life wasn't going to let him forget that surprises always surprised you. Heh.

He'd arranged with his parents to set up a skype call, checked to make sure there was a local library that wouldn't mind him using their space or their internet. It was lucky, sometimes, that he had the benefit of not needing to make noise to have a conversation. Just bring a pair of earbuds and he was set. They'd asked him to limit his time, but that was fair, since he wasn't paying. He did have a membership though, made him feel a little less opportunistic helping himself to their things. Funny how that worked, here he was, a part of the public, wanting to use a public amenity and he felt bad about it. Well, never mind, he'd solved that and now all he had to do was dress himself up and get his ass over there. He had 5 and a half hours to finish that checklist. He figured if he couldn't manage that, he'd put 35 years of practice to waste. Proper use of his time, that was. Snorting at his thoughts, the man finally rose from his cot and stretched out, rubbing at his beard and combing it a moment with his nails. Warm last night, he needed a shower. With a grimace, he collected his things and headed for the bathroom, blessing all his mother's advice about always trying to stay somewhere that had running water, even if it was a stream. She might not have travelled half as much as he had, by now, but she knew what made the difference between a good day and a bad one. Starting out with a shower was always encouraging.

Showered, dressed, hair braided out of his eyes and bag packed properly, Al was out the hostel door and picking up breakfast at Tim's with a cue card. Saved paper if he just kept the one he always used. Hadn't changed his order in years, no reason to think he'd be starting now. So until it got illegible, he'd just keep putting it back in his bag for reuse. There was plenty of talk while he ate his toasted bagel and drank his coffee, double milk and no sugar, seemed the folk who had time to stick around over breakfast had enough words to fill that time easily twice over. This time though, it caught his attention for a few minutes longer than usual. And he found himself listening in on a nearby table’s conversation about rampant wildlife sightings and people getting a little too attached for their own good. Sounded a bit farfetched, in all honesty, but he couldn’t deny that he’d seen a snake just the other day, in the middle of a city. Sure as hell wasn’t where you normally saw them. He didn’t think it had lasted long, not trying to cross roads like it had, and definitely not when it looked like a rattler. Pity, but that’s what happened.

Still, Al finished up and headed for the library earlier than he’d planned, avoiding the unscheduled stops he’d thought to fit in on his way and skipping straight to getting on the internet and looking up the local news. Only, it wasn’t local, it was national, international even. Wild animals forsaking the rural for the urban and plenty paying for that choice. But the second bit was even stranger, and more interesting. The ones that did survive seemed to be making friends of the most unlikely sorts; magic, the media was calling it. This was the sort of stuff you heard about in fairy tales and forgot about after growing up. A moose in Lethebridge. An alligator down in Florida. Black bear, caribou, elk, cougar, hare, red tail… The list wasn’t extensive, but it was long enough. And didn’t seem centralised. There were some names and faces of well-known people. One senator, a talk show host, business owners, employees, homeless. All different sorts, but it was strange, only one or two of the interviews was with the person who’d… bonded with an animal. The rest were second or third hand.

Warnings were being issued, methods and procedures… They were a little vague on that score, though one youtube video of an old man hanging out with a pelican was getting a few views. And another showing a wild cat of some cat protecting a woman was getting even more. Not all of it good publicity. Scrolling through the comments scared him with the amount of vitriol dripping down the screen. Al didn’t know if he was skeptical or disbelieving or just plain shocked, but he finished that bout of research with a far more subdued skype call than he’d been waiting for. They were all happy to see each other, new wrinkles included, though he thought his parents were looking older than he remembered. And they ended the call telling him to be careful. They always did, but there was an added threat now. His mother thought the animals were rabid. Even the ones that he didn’t think could get rabies. Even doubting an onset of sickness, he still wouldn’t want to get bit by any of them, so he assured her he’d look after himself and stay away from any wild beasts he saw.

He would too. Didn’t take a genius to know wild animals weren’t pets, and that even pets could hurt you if you didn’t know them. But if this was making the more violent side of humanity pop out too, he figured maybe it was best to get away from it for a while. Wait for things to settle down. He’d been planning on going out to Toronto, catch up with his folks, spend the summer along the East Coast, but maybe he should just turn right back around and skip out of town. No one would miss him. His parents might worry, but he’d told them not to expect his company. They hadn’t liked that, but it made more sense than travelling just now.

One more week, that was all he had the money for, see if things escalated, it was only just getting into April, he had a few more months of warm weather to live through. If everything settled down and someone figured out what was going on, soon, he’d move forward with his plans. If things didn’t settle… He’d have to figure out what plan B was. Maybe the Parks were hiring, or at least open to room and board volunteers.

The Alcean Resistance

Have a fun holiday!. :)