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9 yrs ago
Current Getting new RP ideas is agonizing when you realize you need to shelf them until you're less busy.
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9 yrs ago
The Owls are not what they seem... roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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9 yrs ago
Oh hey now, I just passed 1000 posts. Good god.
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9 yrs ago
Exams are done, Thesis is done, alright let's get back into this 'RP' thing, huh?
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9 yrs ago
Thesis is finally complete, now to curl up and die (but probably rp a bit first)

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@Lady Amalthea

Sounds like a plan, i'll shoot you a PM soon ^^
@Lady Amalthea

I can't tell if I hate you or not for dragging it out that long. Damn woman my heart was pounding :P
@Lady Amalthea

*Braces self for tears* I feel like I shouldn't come home from the bar to finding out Risa's fate :P
Lucas Walsh



Location: Ambulance Headed For Justice Memorial -> Justice Memorial



Throughout the entire ride to the hospital, Lucas kept his hand grasping Risa's, and his eyes on her. He refused to look away or let go, terrified that if he did she'd fade away, that each moment that passed could have been the very last moment he'd see her alive. The thought was eating at him, and forcing himself to keep it bottled up wasn't exactly easy as he sat in silence, squeezing the hand of the woman he loved more than anything in the world. He insisted that he should have been in her place, that he should have been hurt as he had been closer to the explosion, but luck just didn't wish it to go that way, and as her pulse fell with her blood pressure, he forced himself to ignore it, too terrified to even look at it.

When the ambulance arrived, Lucas climbed out along with them, following closely with them as he held Risa's hand, only halted as he felt Amy's hand planted on his chest. Looking down to it, his gaze shifted back up to the Doctor's face and over her shoulder to the disappearing gurney which Risa lay on. Part of him, hell, most of him wanted to refuse, wanted to push through after her as she was brought into the OR, but logic prevailed this time. He sighed and took a step back, giving Amy a slow nod as he forced himself to calm down. Though hearing the doctors as she moved off turned him pale.

Settling down in a seat to wait, the silence which was filling the hospital right then was chilling, painful even. He was left with his thoughts, and at that point he forced himself to ignore them, to block out any thoughts of what was going on. He didn't wish to terrify himself any more than he already had been. Sighing, he searched for anything to distract him, and focusing on anything that came to mind, his hunger became clear. Standing, he moved slightly down the hall to a vending machine, he put in a few coins, selecting a bag of Peanut M&Ms, and he watched as they got stuck. He moved to the information desk, asking for some help - but getting none, sighing, he returned and looked over the machine again. The act was so monotonous, so dull, so in stark contrast to the horrible thoughts and fears which were filling him, but he longed for the monotony at that point, he refused to let fear take hold.

Sighing, he settled down in a seat again, a rather sudden exhaustion washing over him as he rested his head back, closing his eyes to rest them for however long, just needing some time to calm down, to try and not be terrified over Risa's fate.
Liam Matthews



Location: Aunt Sue's Inn #10
Interacting With: God, Kind of.



Liam hadn't expected to get a response so quickly, but then again Amelia was in the middle of a long day of broadcasting, she'd usually have her phone right next to it. He couldn't help but chuckle at the message, it seemed that despite reporting on the literal apocalypse, and among other things, ghosts, demons and all sorts of myths, she still had some capability to remain positive, or at least have a good mood. The last part of her message made him pause for a moment, and he did remember. When he'd insisted that the reporters return the stolen generators, she'd praised him for his actions.

The odd part was that it wasn't just someone who looked like her, not even someone who might have just been pretending, this person had looked exactly like Amelia, he figured even an identical twin couldn't look so close to the real deal. It just didn't make sense to him, but then again, nothing today did, from demons to angels, to being a Prophet of god, there was plenty which he had to question, and plenty of reason for him to believe pretty much anything at that point. If there was one thing he'd figured it was that he'd need to know some more.

He started by searching the internet, trying to find anything he could on supernatural creatures, particularly any that could have been taking Amelia's place in town, shapeshifters or anything of the sort, but he didn't know how accurate any of the lore would be, after all, there was so much of it everywhere. He didn't want to wander out in case something was going on and he was unarmed, but figured he had to do something. It was then he remembered what he was now, he didn't exactly know what he could or couldn't do, but he hoped that it would work. Sighing, he placed his hands together and looked up. "Uh, god? Hi, it's uh, Liam." Liam hadn't been a religious man, but even he couldn't deny now with his knowledge that God might have been real, or rather, was. "I could use a hand, if you uh... Have the time?"





Darren Andrews



Location: Forgotten Relics
Interacting With: Jade Cornish, @Morose Zachary Carpenter @BlueSky44



"I'll take you up on that, gorgeous." Darren commented, winking toward Jade as she countered his own comment, adjusting his shotgun over his shoulder as he scoffed at her question about the permit. Locking the car again as they moved off, he shrugged his shoulders and looked back over at her. "Y'gonna put me in a nice pair of cuffs if I don't?" He glanced back over to her. He had to admit, if there was one thing the Apocalypse did, it was make it easier to get by the authorities, Jade had started to accept it, and the Sheriff didn't seem too skeptical about everything going on.

At the query of the book, he shrugged, sighing. "It's for a spell, I don't know if or how we can stop the Rise of the Witnesses before it happens, so we're going to need to stop it after they've risen." He explained as he moved toward the book store, glancing back over to them. "I'll be targeted by them, and chances are both of you will too so, our lives sort of depend on this spell." He shrugged, as if to say 'no biggie' - but he was certainly displeased with the idea of what witnesses could come along. There were plenty of people he'd failed to protect before, not least of all, family.

As they got close enough, Darren raised an eyebrow as he saw the girl breaking into the store, bringing his shotgun off his shoulder and taking hold of it in both hands, narrowing his eyes as they got closer. "Please let this be a crazy person, and not another damn demon..." He said as he moved toward the building with her, peering inside sa he glanced over to the others, making sure they were with him as he moved in the front door, remaining quiet for now as he looked around, shotgun held reasonably ready for anything.
Damn, even the demons shipped Sutton x Liam :P


Tom Fisher

Location: The Infirmary -> Tristan's Quarters




Watching Tristan closely as he spat back at him, Fisher felt every urge to sock the man across the jaw. He'd essentially dreamed about it since day one, he doubted anyone else had ever had the guts to do something, and if it wouldn't be such a sure-fire way to lose his job, he'd likely have done it by now. The other part of him wanted to insist he stay there simply out of spite, Tom had never particularly appreciated being ordered about or undermined by Tristan, he didn't respect the man, felt no need or desire to follow his orders, he'd take any chance he could to subvert them.

It was, however, Crisna, who convinced him otherwise. His eyes settling on her as she poked her head around the corner. He saw the look in her eyes, it was one he got from time to time when people wanted Tristan elsewhere and Tom had the ability to do it, something which happened more often than not, surprisingly. He sighed as he looked down at Tristan, pausing with a blank expression at the smaller man's failure to seem imposing. Tom was - as his friends in the security team tended to refer to him - a slab of muscle, looking down at Tristan's attempt to intimidate him was worth a laugh more than anything.

Sighing in an exasperated manner, Tom nodded. "Alright, Debute, you can leave. I'll have my officers and I make sure you get comfortably settled up in your room." The tone to his voice made it clear that any attempt to seem imposing had drastically failed, and as he led Tristan out of his room, the pair of officers outside met him. Sending out a brief message, when they got to the elevator, his Second-in-command Jackson was waiting, arms crossed, as they all flanked Tristan in the elevator, heading up to his floor and leading him into his room. Tom had deliberately picked his largest officers, and with the men surrounding Tristan, he figured the man would feel at least somewhat inadequate, mission accomplished.

As Tristan moved into his room, Tom cleared his throat. "The investigation shouldn't take too long, Debute, but until then i'll make sure you've got everything you need up here." He said with a smile, reaching over to the console by the door and inputting his override, closing and locking it as he left both of his guards outside along with Jackson, a satisfied smirk on his face as he moved back to the elevator.

Joel Grau


Location: Tapri
Interacting With: Claire, @Lady Amalthea Alcander @POOHEAD189
Time/Date: Morning/August 2nd, 2016



Turning his eyes back over to Claire as he heard her squealing, watching as the girl danced about happily for a little while, drawing the looks of just about everyone in the little cafe. He turned back toward Alcander, looking like he was about to say something before he felt Claire's arms wrapping around him tightly, the man groaning and mocking a fake show of choking before she let him go, chuckling as he watched her settle down into her seat. Then came the news, of course she had a fight, the woman was on holiday but that would certainly not stop her picking up a fight, if anything it'd make her more likely to do it.

"Do I have to come to this one?" The German asked with a self-satisfied smirk and a wink, obviously teasing her with his tone as he watched the woman, she'd know beyond a doubt he would be there. Any chance Joel got he went to her fights, he'd been thrown out of a few for starting fights of his own, either with other spectators or even Claire's opponents. Joel enjoyed a good fight just as much as Claire, it was a wonder the two of them hadn't ever thrown down just out of pure boredom. Glancing over to the waitress as she began to bring over the food, Joel smirked as Claire explained the details of her fight.

He grinned as the plates were set down, remaining quiet for a few moments as he watched the woman pick up h er fork and take a mouthful of the food which had placed before her. The second it hit her, he started laughing. "Call it your pre-fight warm-up, it's a week but no time like the present, right?" He laughed, rather pleased with himself as he picked up his own fork, taking a mouthful of his own and letting the flavour and spice fill his mouth. The heat and spice got to him, but he handled it far better than Claire, the man adored spiced food as he took a drink of his water.

"Not too much for you, is it Claire?" He asked in an almost challenging tone, a wide grin on his face.
Lucas Walsh



Location: The U.N. -> Ambulance Headed For Justice Memorial



Hearing Risa scream out in pain as she was laid out on the stretcher struck Lucas to his core. He felt an intense pain in his chest just hearing her in such pain, a deep regret threatened to wash over him, had he somehow made it worse carrying her down the building? Should they just not have come into the UN that day? He forced such thoughts out of her mind, focusing on her and refusing to step away, though making sure the paramedics could do what they could for her. He shuddered as he saw the wound in her back, the blood soaking her as he stood there, struggling not to let tears run free as he watched.

The words from the doctor as she examined Risa did not help, but Lucas forced himself to drown them out, to ignore what she was saying and focus on Risa, he didn't want to consider any of the worse possibilities, however likely they may have been. He wanted to be thinking of Risa's recovery, safe, alive. As she screamed again, Lucas shivered, it truly hurt to hear her in such pain, to see her in shock and to feel like just somehow it was his fault, even though there was no possible way it could have been. A new anger for those responsible threatened to surge within him, but he suppressed it, he did not want to focus on anything but her.

He kept his gaze on Risa as they began to move her toward the ambulance, only looking away as Amy took his attention and he focused on her, listening to her. He was in shock himself, and he couldn't even think to summon a reply. Simply nodding, he hurried along to the ambulance with them and climbed into the back beside Risa, watching as they closed the door before turning his gaze back to Risa. He nodded his head to Amy's question, reaching out to gently take Risa's hand. "She's B positive, i'm an O negative so, I can donate if you need it." He assured Amy without looking over at her, as he watched Risa, he let his hand shift down into his pocket.

Pulling out the small box he'd been carrying with him, he sighed as he opened the lid, looking down at the ring inside. Still holding her hand, he pulled the ring out and carefully slid it onto her finger. He'd waited long enough, carried the ring with him for far too long and he didn't want it to be too late. If she made it through all of this he wanted the ring to be the first thing she saw, and in the horrible event that she didn't... He at least needed her to have it. Letting out a shaky sigh, he ran his thumb over the diamond of the ring, eyes shifting back up to Risa's face.
@Morose@Lady Amalthea

I'll post once I'm home from uni, got classes cancelled later today so I won't be struggling to do so :P
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