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Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

"That's not true!" Amuné stomped her foot. "The Saints are the Saints, or nobody would worship them! Maybe they don't do things so we can tell, but they watch over us." The flare of anger overcame her doubts for a moment, but she looked over at Ethan with an uncertain expression. "...Right?"

She was shocked when the unpleasant woman said Ethan's friend was dead, and her heart twisted in her chest. He looked the same way most people did when someone they were close to passed away unexpectedly, and she started to reach for his hand.

Taliya slapped him to break the shock. The girl didn't protest, since she'd seen her mother do similar things in the past. But when he tried to push her away the rebel grabbed him and pinned him to the ground. /That/ wasn't okay. Amuné grabbed grabbed for her and tried to pull her off, then aimed a kick at the woman's shin. "Hey! Get off him! You leave Ethan alone, you big meanie!" she cried, not that her efforts made a great deal of difference. It didn't matter. Ethan was hurting and the mean lady was making it worse. Even her face was mean. When the woman finally let Ethan up, Amuné scowled up at her with all the indignant anger a child might muster, before giving Ethan a hug.

"You be quiet!" she told the other Dimuran when he added his two coppers. "How would you know whether they were friends or not? If Cedric was important to him? So he kept your secret, but that doesn't mean he and Ethan weren't close." She was so angry at these people who didn't care at all about how they might hurt someone. At the Church for not being what it should be, at the people who kept chasing them, at everyone in her village that had tried to hurt her -- that had succeeded in hurting her daddy and making it so that she needed to run away. Her own eyes were full of tears born of sympathy for her friend's loss and the hurt over everything they'd been through. "Maybe it's easy for you to just move on. Maybe you've forgotten how much it hurt -- maybe it didn't hurt you the same. But you have no right!"

She turned enough to narrow her eyes at Kensen without pulling away, as if she could shut him up the same way her mommy could make people be quiet even if they were in the middle of an argument. The woman had a way of looking at a person that cut through protests, and she could somehow make herself heard without even yelling, her voice soft but forceful. Amuné remembered how much more effective that tone was than shouts, and she tried to mimic it as well, without any success.

"You have no right!" she repeated. "None! If someone is hurting, you help or you stay out of the way so someone else can." The final sentence was one her mommy always said, one she'd had to learn by heart before she was permitted to watch her mother work. "You're not helping, so be quiet."

Wet Firecracker War

@Mitheral Just stopping by to say this is an interesting premise, and oddly amusing. Have a free bump!

TTL: The Final Hazard OOC

@Cruallassar *amused* My motivation tanked at the end of a rough week yesterday. Didn't manage to finish the TTL^2 L1 story for last night...but this I imagine is going to last a bit longer. I hope to whip up a few chars tonight as potentials. I have most of one, but the last thing I want to do is deploy Schroedinger in the first round. Even if he can't do anything impossible, his mastery of meta is...dangerous. Even if he is well-mannered about it. I look forward to seeing what you contribute!

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

@FallenTrinity I do, and I saw, and I liked!

Pariah Online: Prologue [ closed ]

@Tergonaut I like him. <3 *wipes away a tear* Just...I don't think I can be more specific. Wonderful motivation, solid history, the characterization is great. <333 Benchmarks are clever, too, though I'm not gonna look at them too closely. They're supposed to give us an idea of what Landon can do, and they definitely do that!

I don't know how young he thinks of as being young. Elian is not the sort to be /too/ childlike, but she's also not afraid to cut loose. For her part, I could see her flirting right back a bit some of the time, along with some teasing and giving him a hard time the rest of it. I think Rube Goldberg contraptions would amaze and amuse her. D'you think these two might know each other, perhaps be friends?

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

@LadyRunic Y'know the pic of Hades and Persephone you used as an opener? Well apparently there's another one. *wicked grin*

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

@xodus You starting it up again? I wish you luck, Xodus. <3 I hate it when something I really wanna see last keeps dying. May this time bring you triumph!

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Amuné gave an only slightly sullen thanks when prompted. She didn't like the loud woman, and she still remembered how the winged Dimuran had yelled at her. They had saved the ragtag group, but they hadn't been very nice about it. She was here to find out what was going on, and because she wanted to stay with Ethan. What she heard chilled her to the bone. "The Church?" she whispered. She'd heard things about the Church, bad things, but they were just rumors. It was different, with the loud woman saying it so openly, so direct. "But why...why would the Church want to hurt Magi? Why would the Saints send their people against the ones they've blessed?" It didn't make any sense, it was insane, it went against everything she'd been taught. The Saints looked after people, they watched over her and and helped her. Maybe people might be lying and turn nasty, but the Saints? "No...no that can't be right. It can't." She looked up at Ethan, clinging to him for reassurance.

He seemed just as confused as she was, until for some reason he mentioned the friend he was looking for. And then Taliya knew the name -- had learned from Cedric too. Cedric was a Magi? ...The Church had come after him? Amuné started shaking. It felt like her world was spinning out of control. The Church coming after people, taking Ethan's friend -- had they come after her parents? Was that why she couldn't find them? She shuddered convulsively and stepped closer to Ethan, the hand not holding his pulling Wyth closer as well. The way Taliya went quiet and serious, it scared her.

The winged man came in and asked about Cecil, and she managed to find enough of a voice to answer him. "We ran into Cecil in a town -- it was right around when I met Ethan, I think. There were bad men after him. They wore suits and then the second time they had these weapons with crystals, and they didn't care who they killed and it was awful!" She shivered. "Were...were they from the Church too? Are the Saints really telling people to do things like that?" Tears filled her eyes again but she tried not to let them fall. She'd said she'd be brave, so even if she was a hundred times more scared, she needed to be strong.

To Dance with the Stars

Cecilly was not afraid, walking home on her own after locking up her studio. The twilight did not bother her, and that part of town was fairly safe. In the event of something untoward, she had her self-defense training and a pocket knife for extreme cases. Besides, the woman knew to carry herself with the confident air that discouraged the average assailant. Most of them did not want to bother with a target that would be a hassle. They wanted easy prey.

A few nights each week, she was out past sundown. It happened more often in winter, when night fell early, but even in summer she occasionally end up walking home in the dark. Cecilly herself couldn't tell it was dark, as she had no way to observe such a thing, but there was a subtle change in the air once the sun slipped out of sight. It took her about twenty minutes to walk home, most of them along one of the major streets linking downtown to the closer subdivisions. There was at least a little traffic there during all but the very early hours of the morning, though it wasn't busy as it might have been, if she lived closer to Chicago. The rest of her walk consisted of a shortcut through the subdivisiion adjacent to her own, and there the only human sounds were those she made, and the muffled ones that came from the houses she past. Sometimes a car's engine disturbed the peaceful rhythm. More often it was just the wind and the crickets, and a few frogs when she passed the park during the warm months.

She reached her apartment building and a wave of her key fob unlocked the door for her to slip inside. A voice and the noise of a television greeted her.

"Hey Lee."

It belonged to another resident, a huge sports fan who as often as not could be found in the lounge at that hour. He always greeted her when she came in, and Cecilly smiled in his direction. "Hello, Ronnie. Who's winning?"

"Not the Cubs," he replied with a sigh. "They did great last game, though. How were the classes tonight? You just started a new session, didn't you?"

"I did. And not too badly," she responded, sitting on the arm of the couch and listening to the announcers on TV with half an ear. "Especially considering that two thirds of them have no clue what they're doing -- as usual."

"In other words, the average number of trampled toes, but nobody fell down?" Ronnie quipped, joining in when she laughed.

"Yeah, that sounds about right. Take care, Ronnie."

"You too, Lee."

She bypassed the elevator and headed for the stairs. An enclosed space moving around her was always disconcerting, especially with that particular elevator's habit of lurching unexpectedly between the selection of a floor and when the doors slid shut. That was absolutely nervewracking, and she avoided the building's elevator whenever possible. It wasn't like two flights of stairs was any hardship, and her apartment was at the very end of the hall anyhow. An eager feline greeted her. "Yes, I know, you want your dinner. Give me just a minute, Freddie, let me get settled!"

An hour later the cat was fed, her own dinner was cooking, and she'd gone out on the balcony to enjoy the warm weather of late spring. The weather report called for rain the rest of the week, and she would be chased inside if that was the case. For the moment, though, it was perfect weather.

TTL: The Final Hazard OOC

@Terminal
>in the roleplay

We're not in the roleplay. This is in regards to the character sheet. It is neither an occurrence nor an event, but instead a request from the DM so he knows about our characters. I wouldn't be surprised if it had some effect IC (based on if it was filled out, and if so whether it was done correctly), but as things stand, this is a guess about you, not about the rp. I mean, you used a bunch of other fancy words. They just happen to be ones most people recognize. Additionally, asking before things start if characters affect the world seems fair game -- especially since you've pretty much /answered/ that question already.

And since there's no evidence that it /adversely/ affects the IC as of yet, not to mention you didn't comment upon the lack for accepted sheets, I see no benefit in any sort of wager now. It's not like I get lives for being right. All risk, and questionable gain.