Polaris North

Warrior Cats; The Valley

@The Elvenqueen

No probs man.

Warrior Cats; The Valley

@The Elvenqueen

The Moonstone/Moonpool place is called Moonfall, from what I've seen before since she had mentioned it. Supposedly on the blue dot to the North (?)

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud II

If you guys wonder why I post so frequently, it's because I want to distract myself as long as possible from my school work. It's a form of stress reliever sooo, yeah. I'm an odd person, it would seem.

Though, it's a very bad habit, that much I will admit.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud II

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Prince Jaxton Hardin of Sliabh

Location; Abhainn Ballroom
Interacting With; Princess Elaisse @FernStone, Lady Julianna @HushedWhispers

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To say that Jaxton was pleased to get out of that certain area was an understatement. Getting away from all the nobles of Abhainn was a good thing. They were led to their chambers soon after, and understandably, his room was right next to his sister's and a room away from his parent's. The room they had provided for them was rather grand - something that was understandable considering their status as royals. Anything less would have been disrespectful. He was sure that his parents had an even more extravagant room than his. It made him uncomfortable, however, as this still wasn't his room that was decorated with various books about the history of the land and whatno, and trinkets he had received whenever he went out of town.

The room was unfamiliar, and it felt like he was entering unknown territory. He wasn't sure if he would be able to sleep comfortably in such a case. His eyes roamed the room. There was a single bookcase there that held rather interesting titles - but he will judge those later. Off to the side was the suit he will be wearing to the party later. Ah yes, the party. It shouldn't be too bad. All the focus would be on his parents and Lady Julianna, not him and Elaisee. "I have to brush up on my respectful speech. Mother will kill me if I don't." He muttered to himself with a light chuckle.

As the time of the party drew closer, he dressed himself rather quickly and made sure to make his unruly, curly hair as presentable as possible. He had no idea where he got this trait from, but he was pretty sure that his grandfather from his mother's side was at fault for it. Once done, he headed outside and noticed some of the guards posted near his parents' room. He waited there for a while before the rest of his family finally came out of their own rooms and then headed down the hall together - towards the ballroom.

His eyes gravitated outside when the fireworks had started, a smile on his face. It had been a while since he had seen fireworks, since they were very rare. Jaxton was beside his mother as they admired the light lighting up the night sky. The multitude of colored lights mixed with their presentation was amazing, and Jaxton felt like he wanted to see more when it had ended.

He made sure that he was beside Elaisse the whole time they were in that party. Jaxton knew how she hated being around crowds - and there were a lot of people in this party. Thankfully, they had juice being passed around for the younger ones and Jaxton quickly swiped two glasses from a passing waiter and then gave one to Elaisse. "Not alcohol, but I suppose it'll do the trick." He said with a rather light chuckle following it. He didn't need to stand stiffly and avoid speaking loudly now that they were here. While it would run the risk of people overhearing him, it wasn't exactly a bad thing now was it? As he suspected, not many had come to them and most were simply there to greet the young royals. After all, Jaxton was going to ascend to the throne at some point, hopefully, so might as well try to create relations now right?

Jaxton's eyes were drawn to their aunt just in time to see her motioning for them. He looked around uncertainly until he finally got that she was, as predicted, calling for them. "Well, let's see what our aunt wants from us." He told his sister as he placed his now empty glass onto a passing waiter's tray. He tugged on his sister's hand to make sure that she knew she should follow as well before making his way to where Lady Julianna had sat.

Before he could speak, however, he heard his mother's unmistakable voice call out to Lady Julianna, however, it wasn't as steady as usual. "She seems to have drunk quite a few, hasn't she? Should I be worried?" He muttered to those around him. Admittedly, however, it would be fun to see their mother letting her hair down. After all, she was rather stiff and it may be good for her to loosen up.

He then looked back at Lady Julianna and then said, "You look beautiful, Aunt Julia. Is that a gift from King Maddox?" It certainly wasn't anything he has seen before, though this was just guessing so far. He wasn't exactly knowledgeable about the undoubtedly large wardrobe that his aunt had. His lips formed a grin when she mentioned her plans for the three of them tomorrow. "I'd be down for that. It's high time I enjoyed the view of Abhainn. How about you Ela?" He turned to his sister. Should she refuse, he would have to do so as well. While it was fine back in their kingdom, Jaxton wasn't exactly comfortable in letting his sister wander around alone - even if it was in the confines of her own room - when it came to the kingdom they hadn't even visited before.

Chicken Leg [OPEN]

Jonathan McCallen

Jonathan was getting more and more frustrated as the guards refused to listen to the truth. He was so close to just turning and leaving to see what they would do. They didn't even know how to discuss everything properly. Like, hey, maybe they could investigate more and then see what conclusion they would get. But perhaps that's because they weren't trained like he was back in the day. He may have been in the military, but he studied up on tactics and strategies that also honed some form of investigatory instinct in his mind. Perhaps these guards didn't get that since they were raised mostly in this post-apocalyptic world.

When the door opened, Jonathan was lulled to silence but the guards continued speaking. Nunchuks did a lot of things to get their attention - but only a sharp whistle made them stop and turn to him. Finally. Jonathan was still silent when the boss asked the question. He saw some of the guards attempt to reply to the chief but was promptly silenced by him.

Jonathan was genuinely surprised that he immediately pointed to him to explain the situation. There was a robotic hum coming from his translator but then he nodded. "I came here when there was some commotion in the restaurant. A woman came out, the waitress who was bitten, and then was followed by this zombie." He pointed his pipe at the zombie through the kitchen doors. "Of course, I took care of the zombie but... well, it would seem that two other people were murdered in the kitchen. Except, they were killed by stab wounds - not zombie marks."

He then gestured for Nunchuks to follow. He stepped through the doors, stepped over the zombie, and then pointed his head towards the two dead chefs. "Someone alive killed these two." With that, he was finished. He then paused and looked at the chief to see what his reaction would be. This was a very big problem for everyone. Not only was there a zombie inside the town, but there were also two murders. For such a safe place, that would mean the end of the feeling of safety. There was a killer running around, and they didn't know who it was.

Warrior Cats; The Valley

@ViolentViolet

It's really no problem. Just wanted to point that out since it's pretty amusing to think about. Looking forward to the IC!

Warrior Cats; The Valley

Lightclan has an absurd amount of PC cats despite apparently being the smallest clan. Welp.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud II

@HushedWhispers

A time skip eh? Looking forward to it.

[HIGH CASUAL] Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

Location; The Butchery --> Washington Square
Interacting With; Momentarily with: Ambrosia Sanguine (@Lionhearted)

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It was Founder's Day. A festive event for Salem and all its people.

Perhaps, for William, this day wasn't any special than others. Though, that was mostly because the day was too noisy and he'd rather bury himself in his covers to spare his ears from any more pain. While he could normally drown it out, the festivities would usually hammer his consciousness and he would feel zoning in and out of it - rarely getting enough focus. So that's why he usually avoids Washington Square on this particular day. That place was where the heart of the festivities were.

Unfortunately for him, Volber had another thing in mind. Despite being acutely aware of William's condition, the butcher found it apt to drag the young werewolf to Washington Square so that they could perhaps sell some of their finest meals. While they were mostly a butchery, on certain occasions, they served cooked food to sell to people. They had one of the finest meat in the city but only a few knew how to cook it well enough to taste its best - two of those few were the workers in the shop itself.

"But Volber, I can't. It's too noisy!" William complained as they loaded the supplies onto the food truck that was owned by Volber. The man was rather large and bulky, even for a werewolf. One wouldn't doubt that he could have been a bodybuilder of sorts. His form was intimidating, and so was his tone of voice, but he's really a rather chill guy overall. However, when he gets his mind on something, it would be very hard to convince him to do something else.

"I'm short-staffed, Will." The bulky man started, hefting three crates with ease and then dumping them into the food truck. They were hidden from the sight of normal people, so it was rather safe to display their unnatural strength. "It's a busy day, and you're the only help I have." He continued, sending a glare at the young werewolf. "You owe me kid, now get in and let's ride." Volber said as he closed the food truck's back.

William groaned. "Yeah, yeah, wait a second." He then went inside the shop again and retrieved a pair of headphones and earphones just in case he gets a break and he can start using them. Not to listen to music, but rather to block out the sounds made by the people there. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too noisy. He then hopped into the truck.

Volber proceeded to lock up shop before they drove off. The ride hadn't been too long. They weren't too far from the heart of the city. It only took them around thirty minutes to get there, and that included some minor traffic. Of course, by the time they got there, the festivities had barely started. They needed to get there early so that they could get a good parking space for their food truck.

The moment the truck entered Washington Square, however, the two of them felt a little off. It was simply because of the tinge of holiness in the air. They looked at each other as Volber parked at a rather good area. Was something going on? Normally there weren't holy runes inscribed in an area unless it became a hunting ground. But Volber eased up relatively quickly. "Just don't make it obvious kid. We're just vendors right now." He told William as he prepared the supplies to be cooked.

"Yeah... yeah." He muttered and then exited the truck. He was assaulted by the smell coming from the other food trucks, the things the people around carried and so many other scents. The sizzling of food being cooked, the conversations of the others, the honking of horns from somewhere far off, two couples getting into a fight - everything started to overwhelm William. He quickly placed his headphones on top of his ears which successfully muffled some of the noise. he then opened the food truck's window and prepared the signboard which showed their menu for the day. He dusted off his hands when he finished.

The owner and the worker looked at each other and nodded. It was time for opening. William had been in charge of taking the orders since most didn't really like interacting with Volber. It had been rather busy for the first hour as people lined up to their food truck to get their annual feed. William saw some of their fellow packmates going to them and made sure to order their... juicier steaks. Volber was more than happy to accommodate their tastes.

The events lulled for a while and William finally took a break. William put on his earphones, that actually did well in trying to block out some sounds, and then took a stroll around. William waved at the few people who he knew around his area of Salem, and then some supernaturals. He wondered if Blaine decided to also attend this place. Ooh, what about Katalina? He hummed to himself as he continued walking.

Something made him turn to a certain direction - the familiar feeling of... something. William actually didn't notice it until he was looking straight at Ambrosia. The moment he realized that he was kind of staring, however, he quickly bowed his head as a sort of apologetic gesture to the woman. Was she one of them as well? May not be a werewolf... a vampire perhaps? Or a witch? With the mingling of scents around, he was unable to be one hundred percent sure about it. Nevertheless, he gave her a bright smile, a wave and then went on his merry way. He still looks cheery as he walked down the halls with his hands behind his back, still humming to himself. He wondered who he will be encountering next. It seems that the odd feeling of the holiness has been pushed to the back of his mind for now. Maybe he could have fun, even a little bit.

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

James Ryder Blaise

The news that April and Darric had perished had hit James rather hard. They were his friends, and Jax had been more than sad as the dog mourned for the loss of his master. James had trouble with Jax, but he understood why. Jax grew up with April as his owner and caretaker. It would be rather difficult to reign Jax in now, so James just let him do what he pleased for now. There were more dogs that could be assigned, and they didn't need the dog yet. He simply prayed that Jax would eventually get over it and not stay behind to stay with his master - or, well, near her at least. James had no time to mourn, aside from his time when he simply sat down. Jain wouldn't allow him to wallow in grief either, so he braved it and then marched on.

He also had to go around making rounds for the others who were injured. Stab wounds and whatnot. Amir had taken care of the two and James was left with the other one, and he only had to redress the wounds. He apparently had to put most of his attention to attending to Jain - their boss. He wondered why. Summer had been there to keep an eye on her, and honestly? She was a big help. She was calmer and smarter than he was, so she was probably the best person to talk to Jain once she woke up.

It had only been a coincidence when Jain woke up and he was present. However, instead of outright going to her bed, he allowed Summer to talk to her as her sort of... psychologist. Or well, friend, in this case. James had been rearranging the medical supplies that was scattered around the repurposed building which he had haphazardly stored inside when they moved in. It had been the only place where he could fully trust the area and the fact that nothing would disappear. No offense to the people of the town, but honestly, he felt more at ease to have it in here where no one would dare enter until they were invited in than out there where anyone could snatch up his supplies.

James listened intently to the two girls, just in case he was called out. The fact that Jain's voice sounded cold and emotionless when she heard of the news sent chills down his spine. He had, like Summer, expected for her to have an outburst. This was much, much worse, and he hadn't even known that there would have been something more terrifying than her rage. Apparently there was, it was her pure, silent and cold rage. He had rarely been present when she got angry, since he operates in another part of the group from her.

But now that he heard it, he knew that no one exaggerated when they talked about how angry she could get.

Once Summer exited, James quickly came. "Need some redressing boss? I'm right here for 'ya." He said with a small grin so that it would alleviate her mood a little. He then began unwrapping the bandages, cleaning the wound again and replacing the dirty bandages. He had done it in silence, since he was quite scared of speaking up again. It was reminiscent of him being scolded by his mother... a memory that doesn't surface up nowadays since it had been so blurry from start to finish.

"And done." He said, smiling at her again before exiting to throw away the bandages that would have no more use. He waited for a bit since Jain seemed to have been expelling something onto the bucket inside. After a short while, he entered again and then went back to rearranging the stuff inside. "If you're wondering, the wounded have all been taking care of. They'll have to rest for a while, but they're stable." He pointed out as he continued with his possibly aimless work.

Maisy entered the building and he gave her a small wave, but knew that she was here on business so he'd rather not interrupt like an idiot. There was a time and place for catching up - right now wasn't that time. However, he found himself running out of things to fix, so he simply leaned back on the wall and crossed his arms. There was little he can actually contribute to any of their conversations aside from the injury report, since he had been there to see who had been injured and what happened to them. Aside from that, he knows next to nothing. He was admittedly curious.

Then Trevor marched in, bleeding and everything. James pushed himself off of his position and prepared to help, but then he said that he was fine and he could do it by himself. James paused and then nodded. "If you need any help, don't be afraid to say anything. I am your doctor after all." The male pointed out as he assumed his position again, but still glancing back at Trevor every now and then to see if he was having any trouble. His leg had been injured and he had a lot of blood on him - not his, he claimed. He'll definitely have to keep an eye out for Trevor, but he knew the guy wouldn't be foolish enough to soldier on when he's too injured.

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