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@Silver Carrot @Universorum collab
Featuring: Charity Spencer and Henry Green
Location: The hallway between science and history class.
Time: 10:30 am
Science was not Charity’s subject. She wasn’t even that bad at it. She just disagreed with it on a personal level. She couldn’t argue with what she’d been taught about genes, but the concept of evolution? Unlike most Evangelicals, she was prepared to meet it halfway. Species did mutate and useful mutations did have an advantage against others, but she could not bring herself to believe that all species evolved from single-celled life forms. The bible stated that all the different species were created by god. The bible didn’t state that they can’t have changed or evolved since, but men, fish, birds, amphibians, reptiles and mammals were created separately.
And chemistry and physics were no better. They were human attempts to understand acts of God, and the fact they fundamentally changed their core principles so often in mere hundreds of years just showed in itself how successful these attempts had been. Humans were never meant to understand everything, but they were a proud and greedy race. They drove themselves out of Paradise, so great was their thirst for forbidden knowledge.
Luckily, her next subject was history, one of her best. She was fascinated by it. She considered this to be different than science. You could not discover or uncover history. At worst, you could rediscover it. There was no sin in the thirst for historical knowledge. It made you wiser, and more learned. But first, she had business to attend to. She knew that the juniors had science next from a few times she’d had to stay late and finish an experiment off, so Henry would be making his way in this direction. Charity looked out for him as she slowed down to let other sophomores pass her.
Henry was, pretty much, in a good mood. Sure, shit was going poorly overall, but there was one bright light. One shining star in the distance. Becca was back! Henry could get laid, and he wouldn’t have to stress about going to bed alone — this was an immense positive. Plus, Hana may have sided with the devil, but she’d still made true on her delivery! Butler had give him the stuff, and Henry had drugs. He had drugs, he could have booze if he wanted, and a blowjob was just a text message away.
Life was good.
And then there was only the sweet, sweet cherry of science being his next class. Henry loved science, it owned. He could make cool explosions, or even cooler glowing shit. Henry loved glowy shit. Would the Helmsleys have plenty of glowy shit at the party tonight? Probably. He trusted them. As he rolled up to the science room, he saw a lone kid standing there. He couldn’t remember her name, but he could remember it was a noun.
Henry chose not to try and say her name, and instead looked down at the girl. “Hey. You waitin’ for somethin’? Cuz if not you better run on to your next class cuz it's about to get real fuckin’ weird up in this bitch. Your boy’s about to attempt some science.”
”I was waiting for you, actually,” answered the girl, trying to be fairly discrete. ”I’m Charity Spencer with the school newspaper. I’m supposed to cover the party and I wanted to know, just off the books, how much of the Weekend Warrior’s blog is a lie, and anything she may have missed out.” If Henry put two and two together, he’d see this an opportunity. Every news article had to go through Trixie, it was true, but unexpectedly getting handed platforms like this didn’t happen every day.
“Huh? All of it is a lie, basically. Look, I don’t wanna talk about it with nobody really. Besides, you know what’s gonna happen when you sit down with ol’ Trixie and you say ‘yo, I got this paper, this paper here that I wrote up about Henry and Damian’s party,’” Henry made some motions with his hands to simulate handing something Charity, before he carried on with his rambling, “then she’s gonna say ‘aight, dope. Who are your sources?’ and you say ‘the man himself, the king, the lord, the GUY, Henry Green and also maybe Damian,’ then Trix is gonna take that paper from you and she’s gonna crumple it up and, KOBE!” Henry pretended to shoot a basketball.
“Right into the fuckin’ trash, my friend. No chance. No read over, no editing, no chance in hell. Bitch hates me. You know I been writin’ these movie reviews since I was a freshman and she’s been stonewallin’ ‘em for just as long? I’ll tell you what. You take my most recent movie review, and you get Trixie to publish it in the next edition of the paper, and I’ll get you everything you want. Me, Damian, Trevor, Owen. The whole fuckin’ shebang. Maybe even Brian. Brian Helmsley, you know the dude? He’s a good dude. Smart dude. Powerful dude. Knows more than I do about shit I done gone and did.” Henry explained, shrugging his shoulders. He wasn’t about to waste his time just to watch that shit get TOSSED. But, he could make a deal.
Charity smiled in gratitude, and held out her hand to shake on it. ”It’s a deal,” she replied, ”I am very thankful to you for this offer. I’ll try my best to get Trixie to come around and start printing your movie reviews, if it means getting your help to write this difficult article.”
And with that said, she walked away, to history, but in her head, the gears were already turning. She would try her absolute best to get Trixie to start publishing Henry’s reviews, as she’d made a promise, but she wasn’t very hopeful. Still, Henry had given her a safety net, probably without realising he’d done so, in uttering Brian Helmsley’s name. If her attempts to get Henry’s help fail, she could just go straight for the head of the beast and plead directly to the boy that even Henry Green speaks about like some kind of authority figure.
She also had another option; Damian. She wouldn’t dare try to interview him herself, but she didn’t need to. She knew that Savannah was working on a story about the new football season. Knowing her, she’d have unabashedly interviewed Damian by now. Charity wished she was as good at this journalism thing as her peers instead of being the designated ‘gossip cleaner’ of the school newspaper. Charity could collaborate with Savannah, which may help both of their articles. She made the priority list in her head as she neared History class; ‘1: Try to honor the deal with Henry. 2: Attempt to collaborate with Savannah. 3: Go behind Henry’s back and talk to Brian directly.’ Only use that one in a worst case scenario. It shouldn’t come to that. Charity felt slightly guilty even thinking about it.
I was on oldguild. I have fond memories. I'd never get involved in the off-topic forums much or private rps. I was a fairly unimportant newb user who RPed in the free section, and the move to casual was a big deal to young me Well, I say young me. I was 17. And couldn't write to the Casual standard.
In-depth characters and in-depth backgrounds aren't the same thing. As long as a background satisfactorily explains why the complex character is complex, it can be as simple a background as 'one paragraph summary of pre-event life, one paragraph on the event that made be complex, one paragraph of summary of life since.'
"You've clearly never seen an Elven archer shoot," replied Duncan, chuckling with sheepish humility. "I'd call my level of skill intermediate, or at the very least, there is a mountain of talent between me and the best archers I personally know. I can't even get guaranteed bullseyes shooting ride-by, which is inexcusable for an adult Centaur. I like to take my time with each arrow. Besides, you're one to lay it on thick. I don't know anybody under the age of 21 over in England who's half as good at close-quarters fighting as you were, and I mean that."
Duncan sat down with a plate in one hand which held an average, balanced human-sized meal, and a bowl in the other, twice the size, full of lettuce, carrots and chopped apple. When Roland nudged him and pointed out Circe and her new spider friend, Duncan also grinned. "Her friend's also pretty cute. Just my size, too," replied Duncan, winking back. "After you, my good man!"
The moment he said that, a teacher sat down on the seat besides the Arachnid. Duncan groaned, and looked back at Roland. "Trust our luck. I'm still gonna try and sit nearby, though."
@Awesomoman64@Ryonara@Cerces22
When Yurius asked what the potions in front of him were, she didn't answer, and just smiled. Revenge was sweet. Sweeter the potions she'd had to make last year, before the start of every single day that Yurius was likely to cut himself for the adrenaline boost during his classes, which was most days he had combat classes. She hoped that some of these potions were of a very poor quality and potency. The thought of him needing to heal after another fight, drinking from his flask a foul, battery-like tasting drink, and it didn't even heal him very well. Why, that image alone made all her toil worth it. Almost.
One does not simply receive free gifts and favours from a Witch. There is always payment.
As Mako observed him, she was the picture postcard image of sweet, with her eyes closed and her smile. She looked like a mom about to bake cookies. But a picture wouldn't have been able to capture the hidden subconscious feeling that you were facing a sly creature. A picture couldn't convey her thick dark aura. Nobody in the staffroom could deny that Mako was good, and kind, and cared about the students, but nobody would add 'trustworthy' to that list of positives.
She giggled at his reaction to the coffee potion, though, and took it from his hands. "You won't have to take that one. I prefer it's flavour, anyway." she reassured him, though her words hinted that he'd have to take the rest, and that there would be no batch from Mako's own cauldron today. While he drank, she took notes on the healing potency of the potions, until Yuris was fully healed, before he'd finished all of them, so for the rest of the students' potions, she simply noted 'Healing potency: probably average' and then shoved her notebook back in her desk.
At Yurius' invitation to lunch, she smiled and stood up. Now that payback had been had, she almost felt that she owed him as much. "Of course! Who could turn down an invitation like that?"
@Conscripts
Actually, if Mako were there, she's summarise that the coffee was normal, and for the past god knows how many years, Tholl's been served decaf XD
Good villains can be good villains even if I think "I cannot relate to this person, sympathies with this person or see any of myself in this person at all, or if I can, it's not enough for me to overlook that they're pure mad/pure evil/a pure bastard"
I usually have an idea of who my character is before I play them, but putting it into words before I've got their personality nailed down through roleplaying enough to sum it up with the correct words...there may be errors and contradictions.
If I HAVE to know my character and their arc well enough to fill out CS sections with words before I've even played them, I probably won't join that rp. Not my style.
If I HAVE to know my character and their arc well enough to fill out CS sections with words before I've even played them, I probably won't join that rp. Not my style.
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