Noyuri

Nightmare in Paradise

Shayre stood still in amazement, unsure of what was happening as he saw the brown girl's leg get healed in a matter of minutes. He looked at the other girl... Luna, that is what the brownhaired one had called her. Did they know each other? She seemed to trust her, but he wasn't so sure. She had showed up together with the creature, that had tried to kill them. Now she wanted them to use its blood to heal themselves? It did seem like it worked, but what if it was a list? What if it would poison them, or do something else that would harm them... He couldn't trust a creature that had tried to drink the brown haired girl's blood.

Then again, said creature was dead, and the girl had helped him kill it. His apprehension made no sense. He kneeled down to get some of the blood, finding to his horror that he had waited too long. Most of the blood had hardened in this short time, apparently not dealing well with oxygen. He frantically swiped his hands over the creature, trying to get some of its sticky blood. After collecting what little liquid blood was left, he quickly applied it to his headwound. After a few nerve racking moments, he felt something tickle on his head, as his wound began to slowly heal. It was working! He smiled excitedly as the pounding in his head started to fade away.
It wasn't enough though, and soon enough, the healing process stopped. Shayre tried in vain to find some more blood, but he had to give up after a while. All the blood had clotted, apparently losing its healing properties along with its viscosity. He stood up slowly, testing his head by shaking it. It was better for sure, but shaking it brought back some of the pain. It didn't matter. He could live with it, and probably even fight if he had to. Whatever the creature had been, and no matter what it would have done if they hadn't killed it, its death had helped them. Still, Shayre hoped they wouldn't meet more of its kind, and he made a mental note to take some defensive measurements when he'd have the time.

He looked at the three girls, realizing that he only knew the name of the most recent addition to their team.
"So... I guess we should introduce ourselves to each others, seeing as we kinda skipped that part until now..."
He sat down against the trunk of the tree, looking at the shelter he and the long haired girl had made earlier. It still lay toppled over on the ground, waiting for someone to come and get it. It was getting late, and maybe they should be working on getting a fire started instead of exchanging names, but they had postponed the latter for similar reasons so often now that it was getting ridiculous.

Kinetik

Taya hummed softly as she crossed the street. Her now empty basket swinging alongside her, bouncing off her legs on those irregular moments it touched them. Normally, she would have felt annoyance at the bouncing of the basket, but right now she was in an inexplicable good mood.
As she walked through the streets she began to notice some strange things had happened around here. She looked at the cars and trashcans, that all seemed to be knocked away by a strong force. At the more decent neighbourhoods, people had already tried to undo the damage, but in the seedier parts of town, the trash from the cans showed a clear track. She sighed, unable to resist her curiosity tugging at her, trying to make her follow it. This is my city, and I should know what is happening in it.
She followed the tracks, her basket forgotten and still in her hand. When she came closer to its source, she cloaked herself in shadows, staying hidden while getting an idea of the situation.

All the trouble seemed to have come from a group of men in an alleyway. They seemed to be fighting, or at least they had been, as one of the men kept another pinned to the ground, while another tried to get him off the unfortunate guy. Looking at the man on top, she realized with a shock that this wasn't a brawl between lowlifes as she had expected. The man was a cop... Grateful for her earlier decission to hide in the shadows first, she was about to sneak away when suddenly the world got quiet and the voice of one man was clearly audible.
"You need to run, can't hold it back!"
Strangely enough, the words actually kept her from running, curiosity winning it from her desire to avoid cops. That sounded awfully like something Tallented would say, and judging by the destruction that led her to this group of people, the man might just be one.

Nightmare in Paradise

No no it's fine, I'll simply blame my faulty internet connection that kept me from answering that question back then myself.
Theres just one thing, I intended to have some of Shayres problems date back to his headwound (memory loss, problem with balance), so I'm a bit unsure how to go on with that if his wound miraculously heals.

Nightmare in Paradise

Well technically that would make little sense to the Sangui, he'd gain nothing out it all either.
But perhaps you could have it give you what you ask for, not what you need most. So when he'd be done drinking and leaves you near dead, he would give you water, which you no longer really need all that much.

But I have one sidenote, this Sangui belongs to what I would categorize as mid to high fantasy, while our current setting is more of a low fantasy one. In fact, it is mostly like how one would imagine an alternative universe, which has the same basic rules and laws, but just turned out different. So if you are thinking of something, just imagine something that could exist on our world, but it just happens that it doesn't (or it did, but is extinct now). You can add a few fantasy aspects to it for sure, but try not to overdo it.

Also, I said a while earlier (but I forgive you for not reading through it all) that I would prefer it if no sentient beings were to be found, so no humanoid characters if you can avoid it.

That said, you wont have to change your posts so far, but it is just something to keep in mind for another time.

Nightmare in Paradise

In case you are thinking now, "what the fuck, that is not how I described it!"
Shayre has eaten from the fruits, that is why he sees something different. I would prefer it if what he sees is the truth and that creature is dangerous, but if you really want it the other way around, you two are free to decide the fruit makes you hallucinate.
Note on the water: theres dew on the moss (the moss holds water really well) and the fruits are full of sap too unless it turns out it makes you hallucinate, then that one wont work anymore i guess (but then we'd have a waterstream)

Nightmare in Paradise

Shayre had been busy tearing vines and branches from nearby trees, making some kind of rudimentary shelter. The pain in his head had returned, and made thinking about more than one thing at once impossible. He hadn't heard the new blond girl coming, only slightly aware of the other one scurrying around trying to help him.
When they had the frame ready, he started gathering big leaves and moss for the roof, his aching back making him prefer the former. The shelter he was building was meant to be movable, although it was starting to get rather heavy. This enabled him to work closer to the resources, which sped up their pace, but coincidentally also meant he was too far from the others to see the sanguine as it came out and offered water for blood.

It was only when they were finished with the shelter, and slowly carried it towards where he had left the brownhaired girl, that he noticed something was wrong. In front of the wounded girl flew, no floated, a monstruous creature. It looked like a mixture of a monkey and a huge bat, but then one who has had acid thrown over them, as the skin seemed to have molten away at some places and a rotten smell emanated from the creature. From its huge fangs leaked a liquid, that seemed to be saliva at best, and venom at worst. Strangely enough, the two girls around it didn't seem as terrified of the creature as he currently was, although the brownhaired girl seemed rather apprehensive, and maybe slightly concerned.

Shayre let go of the shelter, vaguely aware of it falling on its side as he kneeled down to get a thick stick to use as a weapon. He rushed forward, almost falling over at the first steps as his headwound still seemed to affect his sense of ballance, but straightening as he kept on running. The last few steps he yelled something inelligible to help him concentrate his force, jumping in front of the brownhaired girl as he swung his stick at the thing.

"Help me fight this thing, or if you can't, run away!"
He yelled it especially at the newly arrived girl, as she seemed in a rather well condition. The girl with the long hair had ran after him as well, and was standing ready to attack the creature, although she was hesitating, probably afraid to draw its attention.

Nightmare in Paradise

"Can... Can I help you with something?" A small voice pulled Shayre back from his thoughts, and as he looked at their source he saw the blond haired girl smiling nervously at him. She had been quiet the entire way, never crying nor giving up as she had helped him support, and sometimes even carry, the wounded girl. From the quick glances he had given her over the course of the day, he knew she hadn't been fine however. Normally he would have talked to her, trying to get her eyes that were unnaturally widely opened to relax. But he hadn't had time to do so, busy as he had been with getting them all away from danger. It seemed however that time alone had healed the girl from her shock, as she looked more relaxed now, although she was visibly shy. She was playing with the hem of her dress, looking up at him with a mixture of expectancy and something what looked like fear.

He smiled at her, grateful for her offer. "We will be staying here for the night... I suppose we should make ourselves some mattresses out of moss, and if you by any chance know how to make a fire, that would be even better."
The girl nodded quickly, turning around without saying a word as she started pulling moss out of the ground. She looked happy to be doing something, and perhaps that was the best thing in their situation. With that in mind, Shayre walked towards one of the fruits and picked it, standing still for a moment before he dared to take a bite. When he broke through the skin, the juices started running out, and its sweet taste almost convinced him that it couldn't be bad for him. Still, a part of his brain reminded him of the danger of eating too much of an unknown plant, so he put the fruit down, although it cost him most of his willpower.
Now he had to wait until the next day, to see if he got sick. Still, they were all parched, or at least he was, and they needed something to drink. Looking at the moss again, he kneeled down to gather some that was especially heavy with dew, squeezing it above his head, trying to catch the running water in his mouth. The water tasted a bit... Well mossy would probably be the best choice of words. But it quenched his thirst, and was as clean as water would probably be around here. With renewed energy, he returned to the rest, to see how the wounded girl was doing.

She was crying and laughing because of the pain, while trying to clean her leg. "I'm sorry" She said it as if she was trying to apologize for crying, as if she thought he would get mad at her. He smiled at her once again, showing her that he didn't mind. Truth was, even if he had minded, he wasn't in the mood to be mad at anyone, was too tired for conflict. All he wanted right now was to sleep, but he couldn't yet. They should have a fire, or some other way to keep warm. He still had a wound to clean...
"Don't worry, I haven't cleaned my own wound yet, and I'm sure I will cry if I start that too..."
He wasn't sure what he should do, keep up an appearance of strength, so she would feel like she could rely on him, or tell her that he felt just as lost, to make her feel less bad about herself. The truth was that he dreaded cleaning his own wound. He wouldn't be able to see what he was doing, and he was sure he would mess things up. Besides, the last thing they needed right now was him crying from pain like the girl was right now.

Nightmare in Paradise

Accepted!
This might just start and turn into a harem rp if this goes on o.O 3 girls and one boy so far.
(Note to people who want to join and don't know what gender to RP: We are currently searching males (preferably straight) (others will be accepted as well, so don't worry)

Suspension of Disbelief

Suspension of Disbelief, the words drew her attention, and she looked at Roger with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. She had never heard of the Suspension being lifted on entire towns before. In fact, the idea filled her with wonder, and for a moment she fantasized about transforming on the marketsquare, no need to hide... But he was right. If something like that were to happen, a move would be necessary. Moving was such a hassle, and after arriving, it would take far too long before they could relax like they could in this town. People were wary of newcomers, especially newcomers that needed to hunt.
Still, there was no need, nor was there the possibility to keep their tribe from hunting where they were right now.

Ireane studied his face closer, trying to assess his mood before answering. From what she saw, he did seem slightly agitated, but a certain carefulness still dictated his actions. Content with her studies, she turned away from him. Instead, she seemingly absentmindedly started tracing the relief on the fountain with her long nails.
"Apprehensiveness is a priced trait amongst those that stalk the night..."
Her fingers had found a part of the decoration that was shaped like a flower. She gave a quick look at Roger again as her nails followed the lines of each petal, clearing out some moss on their way.
"However, a hunt is what we need; the tribe is restless like you, and few can control themselves. Within last sunrise and fall I have had to break up two fights..."
She hissed softly between her teeth as she thought about them. The young ones, she called them, but only because 'cubs' would give them an excuse for their behavior. One of them had even sctratched her arm, and she wouldn't quickly forgive him that. They had looked considerably worse themselves however. Strange, how little this tribe seemed to care about keeping themselves unharmed, seeing as hardly half of them could heal their wounds.

Elementals: Void Assault

I'm sorry, as I left this RP I probably should leave it alone.
I just can't help but get a slightly annoyed feeling and I am just going to say them no matter whether they make me unliked or not:
Could you please refrain from calling people's character sheets 'not good enough'? You don't know how much effort someone puts into something, and not good enough is quite derogatory. I know this might be just a form thing, but perhaps phrases like 'Doesn't match the lore' are way less offensive, and actually describe the problem better.
Also, people (or I dont know if I talk for others or only myself so let us just say 'I' instead) usually put some effort in thinking of their sheet. While it is okay to make people rewrite parts, if this happens too often, people will get annoyed (once again, just replace with I if others dont agree). To avoid that, you should think of all rules before people have already started. First you tell people that they can have powerful weapons, then suddenly they can't have those, first you have pets, suddenly those didnt exist in you past etc. I guess it might seem like it doesn't matter that much, but people write back stories that contain them, and it might be really hard for them to rewrite it countless times.

So yeah, I'm sorry for butting in on something that no longer is my business, but I couldn't help it.