Nyther
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STATUS: It was a dark and stormy night. I had just taken a creative writing course. 5 mos ago
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It was a dark and stormy night. I had just taken a creative writing course.
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When I donate my body to science, they will be like: "Wow. I do not want this.".
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If you sneeze, fart and burp at the same time your heart will explode. In fact, that's what killed the dinosaurs.
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Work's been crazy. Should have all replies out by tomorrow.
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@Gravity Bounce they were wanting "important" RP'ers to be upset they left.
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That's not a problem. I post short if I don't have any concrete ideas and then I just go off of your replies and they usually give me some good ideas.
Sounds good. I did the mind control thing because a lot of supernatural creatures have that ability.
Ok what type of creatures are we dealing with? Vampires, demons or do you have a specific idea?
I'm good with anything.
I'm good with anything.
It happens to the best of us sometimes. Not me of course, but some people.
Karah started packing her duffel bag without saying a word. Miles grabbed his book bag and stood near the door, waiting whenever she was ready to go. She then led Miles out the door. She grabbed his hand and his fears calmed a little bit. She looked in his eyes and asked him if they should continue. Miles nodded silently. It was now or never. He looked around, the campus was quiet and seemed deserted. They started to jog towards the bus stop. They would slow down when they reached a building and would slow down to look around before continuing onwards. For the first few minutes all was going well. Miles' hopes began to raise and he squeezed Karah's hand and smiled slightly.
Suddenly a noise from behind caught their attention. Miles stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly. His heart sank as he saw Jimmy slowly advancing towards them. He had that same creepy expression that he had back in the dorm. "Run." He said hastily to Karah as he began to pull her away from Jimmy. They ran for a few minutes. Miles looked over his shoulder. Jimmy was nowhere is sight. "There." Miles said, pointing to the campus security housing. Their pace quickened as that seemed like a good place to rest and regroup. As they were about to pass the last building standing between them and campus security, Diamond stepped out in front of them.
"Shit!" Miles exclaimed skidding to a halt and pulling Karah down to the ground. He quickly recovered and pulled Karah behind him. "Keep going." Miles commanded Karah as he stood up and puffed out his chest at Diamond. "Listen here you crazy bitch." Miles started walking towards Diamond. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but I am not afraid to stab a woman." He pulled the knife from his waistband and pointed it at Diamond. Diamond walked slowly towards Miles smiling seductively. She put her hands up as she started to speak. "Oh no. I wouldn't want a young strapping lad like you to hurt a little ole thing like me."
Miles felt the cloudy feeling rise back in his head. He felt his hand get heavy as his arm slowly dropped. Diamond circled Miles running her finger around his neck. "Such a strong young man. You really should be with a real woman." As she walked behind Miles she leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Before she could say anything Karah slammed Diamond down with her duffel bag. "He's mine!" Karah screamed at Diamond. Miles stared down at Diamond then at Karah. If they weren't in life-threading danger, Miles would have been turned on a bit.
Karah pulled at Miles' arm. "Come on!" She yelled at him. The haze began to lift from his mind as he followed Karah to the campus security building. As they neared the door opened and a man waved and yelled at them both. "Come on!" Miles and Karah sprinted the last few yards and collapsed inside as the strange man shut the door behind them. "We should be safe in here." The man said, back braced on the door. "For now."
Suddenly a noise from behind caught their attention. Miles stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly. His heart sank as he saw Jimmy slowly advancing towards them. He had that same creepy expression that he had back in the dorm. "Run." He said hastily to Karah as he began to pull her away from Jimmy. They ran for a few minutes. Miles looked over his shoulder. Jimmy was nowhere is sight. "There." Miles said, pointing to the campus security housing. Their pace quickened as that seemed like a good place to rest and regroup. As they were about to pass the last building standing between them and campus security, Diamond stepped out in front of them.
"Shit!" Miles exclaimed skidding to a halt and pulling Karah down to the ground. He quickly recovered and pulled Karah behind him. "Keep going." Miles commanded Karah as he stood up and puffed out his chest at Diamond. "Listen here you crazy bitch." Miles started walking towards Diamond. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but I am not afraid to stab a woman." He pulled the knife from his waistband and pointed it at Diamond. Diamond walked slowly towards Miles smiling seductively. She put her hands up as she started to speak. "Oh no. I wouldn't want a young strapping lad like you to hurt a little ole thing like me."
Miles felt the cloudy feeling rise back in his head. He felt his hand get heavy as his arm slowly dropped. Diamond circled Miles running her finger around his neck. "Such a strong young man. You really should be with a real woman." As she walked behind Miles she leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Before she could say anything Karah slammed Diamond down with her duffel bag. "He's mine!" Karah screamed at Diamond. Miles stared down at Diamond then at Karah. If they weren't in life-threading danger, Miles would have been turned on a bit.
Karah pulled at Miles' arm. "Come on!" She yelled at him. The haze began to lift from his mind as he followed Karah to the campus security building. As they neared the door opened and a man waved and yelled at them both. "Come on!" Miles and Karah sprinted the last few yards and collapsed inside as the strange man shut the door behind them. "We should be safe in here." The man said, back braced on the door. "For now."
Miles walked back to Karah a bit in a daze. Something about Diamond had clouded his mind for a second. He quickly came out of it and address Karah. "Um, she didn't really say anything. She just, left." He avoided telling her the other things she had said in worries that it would upset Karah. "It was really weird. She couldn't have actually believed me that you weren't here. Something is definitely wrong here. I think we should leave." He said, his face a mask of confusion and fear. "The bus stop is about a twenty minute walk from here." Miles said his eyes wandering to the window. He watched as the sun was slowly beginning to set on the horizon. "If we're going to go, we need to go now. Else we need to wait until the morning." Miles didn't know which idea was worse. Trying to make it twenty minutes in the dusk of evening, or staying here for the night.
TheFriendlyFoe said
I hope you didn't see that.
I see all. Except whatever it is you're talking about.
I was thinking the planet.
It was a tiny room. In it sat a single person bed. Butted up between the short distance between the side of the headboard and the wall was a humble little desk. On it sat a kerosene lamp, a dusty top hat and a modified pair of goggles. Propped up against the far wall, if you could call it far, was a large cross shaped trunk. Inside of which, was a series of compartments varying in size. Harold slept soundly as the sun began to rise in the sky. Last night he was officially granted the right to study the supernatural on his own. The head master, brother Dominic, had deemed him worthy. After spending all of his life learning the ways of the order, Harold felt it was about time.
A soft knock fell upon the door. Followed by several increasingly louder knocks. Harold sleepily rose from his bed and dragged himself to the door. He opened it to reveal initiate brother Maynard, holding a small piece of parchment. Harold took it from the man, smiled and thanked him. The sunlight was beginning to stream through the tiny window as Harold sat down at the desk to read the note. It was his first official assignment. Harold smiled to himself. He continued reading. It was just to investigate minor specter activity in a butcher shop in London. He sighed as he leaned back in his chair. While learning how to handle different supernatural situations in the relative safety of the monastery was one thing. Actually putting it to practical use was quite another. A simple specter shouldn't be too difficult for his first assignment. At least that is what he hoped.
Harlod slowly stood up and grabbed his coat from the back of the chair and put it on. He strapped it down over his chest and wrists. He slipped on his finger less gloves and donned his top hat. He walked over to his cross and opened it up. He rifled through a few things, until he found a pair of lenses. They would allow him to see in the ectoplasmic spectrum. Which was the way to identify ghosts and different specters. He placed the lenses in the goggles that were strapped to his hat and closed the cross. He hauled the cross up onto his back and headed to the stables. As he walked with the large cross on his back, he appeared to be heading to his own crucifixion. It was surprisingly light despite it's size and all the items it carried in it. While Harold took solace in scientific knowledge, he carried the cross out of superstition that supernatural beings hate any object that resembles a holy relic. Even though no proof existed of such, Harold considered himself "better safe than sorry".
Harold reached the stables and untied his horse, Buttercup. He hoisted himself onto her back and strapped the cross to his. He spurred her along the trail that would lead to London. It was a thirty minute ride to the city. Harold took that time to admire the forest he rode through and the view of the city as he rode down the hill towards it. It was a fairly cool morning with a slight breeze that kept the bugs away. The ride went a little quicker than Harold would have liked. He knew it was his job now to make sure the citizens of London weren't plagued by anything supernatural. It didn't mean he didn't feel pangs of nervousness in taking this first assignment.
He slowed his horse to a walk as he entered the city streets. People were already bustling to and fro as the day got underway. A few people gave him odd looks, but most kept to themselves. He took the note from his pocket and reread the address again. A few minutes later he arrived in front of a small butcher shop. Where a stout bearded man sat in front of the door, looking dejected. "I say my good man." Harold called out. "Might you be the proprietor of this establishment?" The man looked at him oddly. Then a look of joy spread across his face and he stood up and walked over to Harold. "Did they send you?" He asked. "Did they send you to help save my shop? There's some strange business been going on for the last few days in there." Harold dismounted his horse and tied her to a post. He walked to the door of the shop and stopped. He than began to examine the outside of the shop intently.
"Tell me what has been going on." Harold said to the man, still studying the outside of the building. "Well," The man started. "It started a few days ago. I noticed things were moved around the shop. I thought it was odd, but shrugged it off. Then, two days ago, a ham randomly flew up and hit one of my customers in the face. A ham! That's when I wrote you." Harold turned around to face the man and smiled. "No need to fear. I shall have this little problem of your taken care of." Harold said. He turned back and opened the door to the shop. He unstrapped the cross and leaned it up against the door as it closed. He lowered his goggles over his face as he opened the cross. The hummed a little as he grabbed the items he would need. He grabbed a piece of chalk, a vial of salt, and a small silver spoon.
He closed the cross as he began to explore the shop. Even in the bright light of afternoon, the shop was dark. It smelt of random assortments of meat and had a film of dust over the floor. Harold began walking around and talking out loud. "Hello good sir spirit. You are troubling this shopkeeper and he wishes you gone from the premises. No one wishes you any harm, but we would like you to return to the spirit world." He stopped walking as he spoke. There was no sound to be heard. As the seconds past and nothing was happening, Harold began to grown uneasy.
Suddenly the room grew cold. Harold looked around intently. At first, the room appeared empty. As he continued looking he saw a shimmering figure slowly floating through the air. It had no discerning features other than it was human shaped. Harold was taken aback for a moment as the being just floated randomly too and fro. He quickly ran to the middle of the store and drew three concentric circles on the floor. He held the small silver spoon towards the floating figure. Silver was always a good go to for protection from the supernatural.
The figure than began to float towards Harold and stopped and hovered slightly in front of him. "If you could, uh, just get in that circle please good sir?" Harold motioned towards the circle with his spoon. The figure slowly floated away towards the counter. "I command you good spirit. Get in the circle and return from whence you came!" Harold ordered, a little shocked by his own bravery. The figured stop floating just above the counter where the butcher kept all his cuts of meats. Before he had a chance to react, the figure began lobbing cuts of meat at Harold. Harold was so flummoxed that he couldn't avoid being hit in the face with a chicken breast. He wiped the slimy residue of his face with disgust.
He gained his composure and began to avoid the flying meats. All the while continuing to try and command the spirit. After a few minutes of getting nowhere, Harold began to throw pieces of meat back at the spirit. To his surprise, he noticed that it followed the flight path of whatever meat was thrown at it, and returned fire. With that Harold had an idea. He slowly circled the spirit while still throwing meats and avoiding being hit. Until the spirit was between him and the circle. Harold lobbed a piece of meat that landed perfectly in the circles. As the spirit floated down to grab the meat, Harold quickly ran and poured salt around the circle to contain the spirit. He stepped back and saw the spirit remaining perfectly still in the circle.
Harold laughed to himself. He had succeeded at his first assignment. He looked back at the spirit. What was he to do with it? He couldn't leave it trapped in the store. An idea sprang to mind. He walked over next to the circles and began to sprinkle salt over the spirit. As it fell, it pushed the spirit down into the cut of meat. He then slowly picked up the piece of ham and observed it. Through his goggles he could see it glow with spiritual energy. He went and put the ham into his cross, dusted his hands off, and walked out the door. He tipped his hat to the owner as he got on his horse. "Your shop is back to normal." As Harold trotted away he could hear the owner yelling something behind him. "Probably just thanking me." Harold grinned. As he rode, something made Harold look to the right. For a second he thought he saw a cat, just staring at him through an alleyway. He blinked and it was gone.
A soft knock fell upon the door. Followed by several increasingly louder knocks. Harold sleepily rose from his bed and dragged himself to the door. He opened it to reveal initiate brother Maynard, holding a small piece of parchment. Harold took it from the man, smiled and thanked him. The sunlight was beginning to stream through the tiny window as Harold sat down at the desk to read the note. It was his first official assignment. Harold smiled to himself. He continued reading. It was just to investigate minor specter activity in a butcher shop in London. He sighed as he leaned back in his chair. While learning how to handle different supernatural situations in the relative safety of the monastery was one thing. Actually putting it to practical use was quite another. A simple specter shouldn't be too difficult for his first assignment. At least that is what he hoped.
Harlod slowly stood up and grabbed his coat from the back of the chair and put it on. He strapped it down over his chest and wrists. He slipped on his finger less gloves and donned his top hat. He walked over to his cross and opened it up. He rifled through a few things, until he found a pair of lenses. They would allow him to see in the ectoplasmic spectrum. Which was the way to identify ghosts and different specters. He placed the lenses in the goggles that were strapped to his hat and closed the cross. He hauled the cross up onto his back and headed to the stables. As he walked with the large cross on his back, he appeared to be heading to his own crucifixion. It was surprisingly light despite it's size and all the items it carried in it. While Harold took solace in scientific knowledge, he carried the cross out of superstition that supernatural beings hate any object that resembles a holy relic. Even though no proof existed of such, Harold considered himself "better safe than sorry".
Harold reached the stables and untied his horse, Buttercup. He hoisted himself onto her back and strapped the cross to his. He spurred her along the trail that would lead to London. It was a thirty minute ride to the city. Harold took that time to admire the forest he rode through and the view of the city as he rode down the hill towards it. It was a fairly cool morning with a slight breeze that kept the bugs away. The ride went a little quicker than Harold would have liked. He knew it was his job now to make sure the citizens of London weren't plagued by anything supernatural. It didn't mean he didn't feel pangs of nervousness in taking this first assignment.
He slowed his horse to a walk as he entered the city streets. People were already bustling to and fro as the day got underway. A few people gave him odd looks, but most kept to themselves. He took the note from his pocket and reread the address again. A few minutes later he arrived in front of a small butcher shop. Where a stout bearded man sat in front of the door, looking dejected. "I say my good man." Harold called out. "Might you be the proprietor of this establishment?" The man looked at him oddly. Then a look of joy spread across his face and he stood up and walked over to Harold. "Did they send you?" He asked. "Did they send you to help save my shop? There's some strange business been going on for the last few days in there." Harold dismounted his horse and tied her to a post. He walked to the door of the shop and stopped. He than began to examine the outside of the shop intently.
"Tell me what has been going on." Harold said to the man, still studying the outside of the building. "Well," The man started. "It started a few days ago. I noticed things were moved around the shop. I thought it was odd, but shrugged it off. Then, two days ago, a ham randomly flew up and hit one of my customers in the face. A ham! That's when I wrote you." Harold turned around to face the man and smiled. "No need to fear. I shall have this little problem of your taken care of." Harold said. He turned back and opened the door to the shop. He unstrapped the cross and leaned it up against the door as it closed. He lowered his goggles over his face as he opened the cross. The hummed a little as he grabbed the items he would need. He grabbed a piece of chalk, a vial of salt, and a small silver spoon.
He closed the cross as he began to explore the shop. Even in the bright light of afternoon, the shop was dark. It smelt of random assortments of meat and had a film of dust over the floor. Harold began walking around and talking out loud. "Hello good sir spirit. You are troubling this shopkeeper and he wishes you gone from the premises. No one wishes you any harm, but we would like you to return to the spirit world." He stopped walking as he spoke. There was no sound to be heard. As the seconds past and nothing was happening, Harold began to grown uneasy.
Suddenly the room grew cold. Harold looked around intently. At first, the room appeared empty. As he continued looking he saw a shimmering figure slowly floating through the air. It had no discerning features other than it was human shaped. Harold was taken aback for a moment as the being just floated randomly too and fro. He quickly ran to the middle of the store and drew three concentric circles on the floor. He held the small silver spoon towards the floating figure. Silver was always a good go to for protection from the supernatural.
The figure than began to float towards Harold and stopped and hovered slightly in front of him. "If you could, uh, just get in that circle please good sir?" Harold motioned towards the circle with his spoon. The figure slowly floated away towards the counter. "I command you good spirit. Get in the circle and return from whence you came!" Harold ordered, a little shocked by his own bravery. The figured stop floating just above the counter where the butcher kept all his cuts of meats. Before he had a chance to react, the figure began lobbing cuts of meat at Harold. Harold was so flummoxed that he couldn't avoid being hit in the face with a chicken breast. He wiped the slimy residue of his face with disgust.
He gained his composure and began to avoid the flying meats. All the while continuing to try and command the spirit. After a few minutes of getting nowhere, Harold began to throw pieces of meat back at the spirit. To his surprise, he noticed that it followed the flight path of whatever meat was thrown at it, and returned fire. With that Harold had an idea. He slowly circled the spirit while still throwing meats and avoiding being hit. Until the spirit was between him and the circle. Harold lobbed a piece of meat that landed perfectly in the circles. As the spirit floated down to grab the meat, Harold quickly ran and poured salt around the circle to contain the spirit. He stepped back and saw the spirit remaining perfectly still in the circle.
Harold laughed to himself. He had succeeded at his first assignment. He looked back at the spirit. What was he to do with it? He couldn't leave it trapped in the store. An idea sprang to mind. He walked over next to the circles and began to sprinkle salt over the spirit. As it fell, it pushed the spirit down into the cut of meat. He then slowly picked up the piece of ham and observed it. Through his goggles he could see it glow with spiritual energy. He went and put the ham into his cross, dusted his hands off, and walked out the door. He tipped his hat to the owner as he got on his horse. "Your shop is back to normal." As Harold trotted away he could hear the owner yelling something behind him. "Probably just thanking me." Harold grinned. As he rode, something made Harold look to the right. For a second he thought he saw a cat, just staring at him through an alleyway. He blinked and it was gone.
I look foward to it.
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