Nyther

Back and Looking

I've been off for awhile and have just got back settled in and looking to get back in RPing. I can usually reply to posts at least once every Mon-Friday, if not more. I'm just going to list some basic ideas I have, but am open to most anything. I only play males, it's just what I'm comfortable with. The list below I can play either role, but I at least have a basic plot idea for each. I'm good with mature RP's, but it's not mandatory and I'm fine with keeping it PG-13.

Bounty Hunter x Target
Demon/Angel x Demon/Hunter/Angel
Supernatural x Hunter/Human
Mutant x Mutant/Hunter/Human
Assassin x Target
Post Apocalyptic Survival
Medieval Fantasy

And if there's any plot you're just dying to try and can't find a partner, message me and we'll see if it's a fit.

Nyther&DarkStar

Van shook his head at Karah's question. "I think this may the begging of the end, but we're not deep in the apocalypse just yet." Van tried to smile to calm Karah down. Miles got over his initial love affair with the gun and strapped it on his back. He felt Karah scoot closer to him. He put his arm around her and kissed her cheek softly. He saw Van dig through a large trunk as Karah said she didn't like weapons. Van turned back from the trunk and handed Karah something that just looked like a normal blue-tooth head set.

Miles looked at Van confused. Van began to explain. "This was actually used to help zookeepers 'talk' to their animals. It would project the person's intentions right into the animal's brain." He saw Miles' and Karah's confused faces. "Basically it would help the animals trust the people that were good and didn't mean them any harm. I modified it to do the same with people. Worst case you can confuse someone and buy yourself some time to get away. My idea, however, is that demons hate pure innocence. So you've got some innocent young woman projecting her purity into a demons head, should do some type of damage. At least that's what I think."

Hunter\Hunted (TheFriendlyFoe & Nyther)

Not at all. I know things happen. Post whenever you can.

Nyther&DarkStar

YAY! No one has posted anything anywhere since you left. Guess everyone missed you and went into seclusion.

Nyther&DarkStar

Miles and Van drug Jimmy in the back of the van. Van propped him up against the doors and tied his hands behind his back. With that Miles fell back against the back seat cushions. Karah sat next to him and Miles put his arm around her. The van was the size of an average mini-van, but the back seats were all propped up against the side. There was a small makeshift desk which Van sat at and turned to Miles and Karah. Miles let his face fall in his hand and looked at Van with one eye. "So, what now?" Van looked at Jimmy. "I say we wait for your friend to wake up and see what he knows. It could be nothing, but we still need to check. Miles rested his head against the cushion and sighed deeply.

"So, you had never tested any of these 'weapons' out before today?" Miles inquired. Van began to look rather embarrassed. Miles sighed even deeper. "What do you have?" Van's eyes got wide with excitement. He started digging through different parts of the van. He pulled up the paintball gun and ammo. "You've already seen this. Good for possessed people. He then pulled out several metal crosses. "Silver crossed shaped steaks. I figure a good stab to the head ought to kill a demon." Miles raised an eyebrow at the word "ought". Something caught Miles' eye as he pointed. "What is that?" He asked.

Van followed his gaze and smiled. "I take it you're either a hunter or a cowboy." Van smiled throwing the object at Miles. "That is a Winchester repeating rifle. Made from holy wood from Israel and blessed by a priest AND a rabbi. With silver bullets." Van threw the bullets to Miles. Miles looked down the sight of the barrel and smiled wide. "I don't know if this will kill demons." Miles grinned. "But it will definitely give them something to think about." Miles sat back down next to Karah. "How did you get all this?" Miles asked. Van spun around and opened his laptop. "You could say I'm a bit of an, end of the world nut."

Hunter\Hunted (TheFriendlyFoe & Nyther)

Pandas are fantastic salespeople. Right after koalas.

Nyther&DarkStar

Miles looked at Karah and smiled at her. "Let's do this." As the words left Miles' lips Van opened up the door and stuck his head outside. Looking around he motioned for the two to follow him. They sped out the door and jogged behind Van. Looking around the campus seemed as deserted as it did last night. The sunlight made it seem a little less creepy. For several minutes the going went smoothly. They were nearing the edge of campus as Van called out to them: "I can see my van right up ahead!" They quickened their pace as the generic looking white van came into view.

As they rounded the administration building, the door suddenly opened. Miles instinctively pushed Karah out of the way of the opening door. Slowly Jimmy walked out of the doorway. "Well well Miles. Fancy seeing you here." Jimmy grinned. "Keep going!" Miles said. Karah stopped and started back towards Miles, when Van grabbed her and drug her away. "We can help him with what's in the van!" Miles slowly walked up to Jimmy. "Come on now Jimmy. Let's talk about this." As he spoke Jimmy reared back and punched Miles right in the face. Miles stumbled back. "What the fuck!" He screamed. "You and your new friend are expendable. Never forget that." Jimmy said striding forwards towards Miles.

Miles rared back and readied himself to fight. Suddenly a bright red cross appeared on Jimmy's forehead. Jimmy's eyes widened as his forehead boiled up and Jimmy fell over. Miles turned around to see Van holding, a paintball gun. With what looked like a cross silencer on the barrel. "Should knock him out. He'll wake up demon free in a few hours. Come on drag him back to the van." Miles, still shocked, began to drag Jimmy. "What was in that?" Miles asked. "A mix of holy water and silver shards. Can't believe it worked." Van chuckled.

Hunter\Hunted (TheFriendlyFoe & Nyther)

He listened as she told him how there had been report of servant abuse. Harold hadn't detected any of that when he was in there, but it was worth looking into. Before she took leave of him she pulled out a handkerchief. He watched, mesmerized, as she dabbed the cloth on her tongue. She leaned in close and he felt his his heart quicken. She softly dabbed a spot of dried blood underneath his lower lip. She then turned and got into her carriage. He watched, still slightly dazed as it went off into the distance. He shook his head clear of the fog as he touched the spot where she dabbed her handkerchief.

He went around the side of the building where the kitchen exited at. He saw a few of the servants milling around outside. He went and talked to a few of them. None of whom said anything about mistreatment. They complained about low wages and being looked down on, but noting of physical harm. So why would Lady Vanderbilt lie to him? A woman of such affluence, why would she be involved in such a thing as simple levitation? For now that would have to remain an unanswered question. He walked back to the stables to retrieve Buttercup.

The ride back to the order left Harold full of more and more questions. Hopefully brother Dominic would know what to do. He reached the order and stabled Buttercup. He strode into the monastery and entered brother Dominic's office. Brother Dominic looked up from his books. "You look a little worse for wear." Harold flopped down into the chair. "There was a incident at the ball." Harold said nervously. Brother Dominic glared at him. Harold sighed loudly and told brother Dominic everything that had happened. He then pulled the hair pin that he had retrieved from the levitating girl.

Brother Dominic stood up and took the object from Harold's hand. He eyed it suspiciously. "Looks like an ordinary ladies hairpin. It must have been enchanted and when you removed it, you removed the enchantment." Harold stood up and starting pacing the floor. "That is what I thought as well, but then why would Lady Vanderbilt tell me it was probably a spiked drink?" Harold said, thinking out loud. Brother Dominic stood in front of Harold and asked him to repeat the name he just said. Harold repeated the name of Lady Vanderbilt. Brother Dominic slowly walked back behind his desk and sat down. "Harold." Brother Dominic started. 'We have been receiving many accusations that she dabbles in black magic. So far, accusations are all we have, but please be careful around her. She is not to be trusted. Whatever you do, do not go near her." Harold nodded slowly. "So, what should I do now?" Brother Dominic picked up his book. "Honestly Harold. I would sleep on it."

Harold rose and went back to his room. It had been a long night and he needed some sleep. He undressed and crept into bed. His head was swimming with ideas and questions. He would go to town and find out all he could about this Lady Vanderbilt. His eyes grew heavy as his mind still raced. He soon fell to sleep. As he slept, he had dreams about the day. Harold's mind was his greatest gift. As he slept it played back every detail he may have missed. Subtle clues he may have overlooked. Although moving the information from his subconscious to his consciousness wasn't something he had mastered yet.

Nyther&DarkStar

Van smiled a little at Karah's enthusiasm. It was going to be nice not to be in this thing alone. He answered her last two questions as he checked out a window. "I honestly don't know if this is happening everywhere just yet. I assume it's going to be a slow start. Take over once place then go to another. They won't spread themselves too thin. As for if this is the end of days." Van paused for a second. "It might be the beginning." Van returned to Miles and Karah. "It looks pretty clear from here. Shall we make a mad dash for it?"

Hunter\Hunted (TheFriendlyFoe & Nyther)

Harold leaned his head against the wall. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. He decided that he should probably just stick around outside the ball for a little while. He would search the grounds and the outside of the building. Hopefully find some clues as to what had just happened. As he had just made up his mind, a woman came running out of the ball, obviously distressed. "Ma'am?" Harold said softly. She stopped in front of him and waved her hand in front of her face. She looked up at him and she seemed to realize who he was. She called him a hero and Harold couldn't stop a grin. She then fixed her gown which allowed him a full view down the low scoop. She offered a general "Anything I can do for you" response to someone that helped you out. Before he could say anything, she suggestively repeated "anything".

Harold went from a slight grin to grinning like an idiot as his mind raced. "It was really nothing." He said as he attempted to put his arm out and lean against the wall. He wasn't paying attention, as his eyes were glued onto her, and he missed the wall and fell back slightly. He caught his balance and dusted himself off. "It really was no big deal. I did what anyone would have done." His eyes locked on hers and he suddenly lost himself. He snapped back into reality and tried to recover. "Wait, you are Lady...Lady." He struggled to bring his mind under control. "Vanderbilt." He finally finished his thought.

His ego was already swelling being fawned over by a beautiful woman, but being fawned over by a woman adored by a room full of high society types, that sent his ego soaring. "I do not know so much if that was God's work ma'am, but it was something." Something in the back of his mind was gnawing away at him. He couldn't place it. Whether it was because he felt he recognized her from somewhere else. Maybe it was because she seemed dangerous for some reason. He figured it was because he had never been really been flirted with and he didn't know how to respond.

The gnawing in the back of his mind changed to wondering about what he had just witnessed. "Actually, there is something you can do for me ma'am." He thought for a moment about how much he should reveal about who he was and what he knew. Still being naive, he didn't think this to protect himself, but, rather, not influence her answers. "Did you see anything unusual happen right before that young woman...lifted off the ground? Did anyone give her anything? Just anything you might have noticed would be a great help. I am not with the law or anything, just a confused and concerned citizen."