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In Heroes Rise: Paragon City → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Julia Kray

Location: The Melting Pot, Eastern Nighthaven, Paragon City
@Tally Dor@Nallore



Julia was ready to go and talk to who she assumed was the hotel's manager. She'd get somewhere to sleep. And tomorrow, well rested, clean and refreshed, she could start looking for a proper place to rest, buy a phone, and look into what to do for a living from now on. She was already walking towards him when her enhanced hearing picked up very, very faint sounds of a scream of distress. It wasn't anywhere that close by, and it probably wasn't any of her business. But she remembered the meeting she had just witnessed. What if that scream came from that kid?

Julia's stomach turned. Images of her own childhood flashed in her mind. Fighting Superheroes when she was eleven. When she was twelve. Thirteen...Kids shouldn't get dragged into this world. They deserve to have time to just be kids. They can mess up their lives when they're old enough, but until them, it's the duty of society to give them a little time where the world is just a little less shitty. She clicked her tongue and set off in a scurrying sprint towards where she heard the scream.

When she got closer, she was able to deduce more of the situation. The identity of the screamer was too old to be the target. She donned her goggles once again, and scanned nearby for any thermal reading matching the proportions and strange coldness of the demon-looking man. She found him, inside an upstairs bedroom, searching through it. This must be the target's house. Entering it would be a bad idea but through her long career as an informant and spy, Julia knew there were many ways to find information. Disregarding the front door entirely, Julia removed her goggles and approached the house. She opened the letterbox and sorted through the letters. The surname was 'Crane'. The first names that appeared on the junk mail would be the homeowners aka the parents. So any other names that had letters addressed to them might be the kid. It would help to know their gender but Julia couldn't have stuck around to hear more of the meeting. She'd been discovered. Just by being nearby, the two of those people had been able to sense her...

Prescence...

'Crap.'
In Return of a Failed Generation → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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Sherry could feel a prescdnce pulling her back from the abyss. She was being hugged by somebody. She could sense the feeling of unconditional love. She ws safe here. There were no demons. There wouldn't be demons for a long time. Her heart beat beganto slow as she grounded herself with the sensation of Estelle's hug. Finally, when her panic attack subsided, she opened her eyes.

She remembered the feeling, ten years ago, when she saw Estelle's condition for the first time. She felt pleased and vindicated. She remembered thinking that this was what Estelle deserved for daring to take the spotlight. She could remember the euphoric, twisted satisfaction from seeing the one true prodigy of this family reduced to a depressed cripple, and that now nobody could stand in her way.

Seeing her now. The warm, unconditional love clear as day on her face. Anoverwhelming wave of negative emotions flooded Sherry's heart. She felt suffocating guilt and remorse over the fate of a sister who, looking back, had always cared for her and played with her. She felt rageful regret over the waste of talent this was. The squandered potential of how Estelle could have fared against the Demon threat in her prime.

Tears streamed down her face stronger as she pushed away from Estelle in revulsion and sprinted out of the dining room. Her other half-sisters were not even acknowledged. The water Crescence has requested for her never reached her, and her breakfast plate sat half-eaten. She ran. No destination in mind. She ran until her legs started to burn. Only then did she stop and brace herself against the wall, panting. All her life, even when she was in prison, she had never felt guilt until this very moment. But she couldn't let it stop her. She steeled herself and wiped her face with her dress sleeve. She had a lot she needed to atone for, but that could wait until after every last Demon out there lay dead. It wasn't redemption. It was revenge.
In Heroes Rise: Paragon City → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Julia Kray

Location: Fat Tony's Warehouse, The Melting Pot, Eastern Nighthaven, Paragon City
@Tally Dor@Nallore



Julia noticed the air got unnaturally cold as the Weeping stopped mid-meal. The hairs on the back of Julia's neck stood up. She was definiteky actively in danger now, which means he must have noticed her. Her suspicians were confirmed when he looked up. She was about to slowly retreat back to her hideout when she noticed there was a new prescence. The unnatural chill became significantly colder to the point where breathing burned Julia's lungs a little. She wasn't normal either. Julia's curiosity got the better of her once again and she used her goggles to zoom in. Sheswitched from thermal back to basic vision as this new figure was so cold, she was making thermal practically useless.

She watched. A card she couldn't quite read that was offering him the chance for revenge, presumably against the Delgato's. In exchange she wanted him to use a pendant to locate a young person. There wasn't much Julia could do with this. She'd rather not get involved with the Delgatos again. But something about a fifteen year old being saught out by this woman bothered Julia. For what purpose? A sacrifice? If this woman couldn't just use the crystal themselves, was the kid fleeing them? It was probably a result of her own messed up childhood but Julia strongly belived that children should not be involved in the would of supervillainy.

Before Amara discussed any more details of the deal, she drew the Weeping's attentio to Julia's prescence. Julia took the hintand began to soundlessly back away until she was back in her hideout. From there she madeher way back to the outside of the building and then scurried down the walls. She'd picked up the money. That was the main thing she really needed. Her next port of call tomorrow should be to get some new clothes and a phone, then look for a job and a place to rent. But first, she needed a motel.
In Return of a Failed Generation → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Sherry examined herself in the mirror. Her dress, hair and makeup were immaculate. It had been several years since she felt so human, but it had seemed a lifetime. With a satisfied smirk, Sherry dismissed both her maids with a wave of her hand. They were, in a way, relieved that she had started acting a little more familiar. There had been something slightly off about Sherry ever since she woke up.Not that they ever particularly wanted to be around regular Sherry either. They quickly vacated the room. Sherry followed suit, after adjusting her accessories one last time.

She was hungry, and went straight to the dining room for breakfast. She wasn't usually the first one here back in her distant memories. What was different?

Oh, a bath! She hadn't had a bath today! She usually bathed twice daily, so she didn't smell. But the last time she had ever had any form of bathing had been the buckets of cold water in prison, that she was graciously allowed to pour over helself. The only liquid she ever had available in the demon's camp was dirty, metallic-tasting well water she was too thirsty not to entirely drink.

Sherry took her place at the table. The size and grandeur made all the more striking by Sherry being the only person in the whole room, until the chef came out. At the Palace, Sherry was always consulted beforehand on what she'd like to eat and that was then prepared fresh for her. Sounds nice on paper but it would frequently leave her waiting, hungry. She was more than grateful that Sherry had not been given a choice in what to eat. The chef placed a plate in front of her that contained a spread of folded cured meats, cheeses, scrambled eggs and buttered toast on which toassemble the aforementioned ingredients. The last thing she had eaten before this had been a cold, bloody hare carcass.

She took a bite. It was like a flavor explosion in her mouth. In her head, she knew this was a plain breakfast. One she may have even kicked up a stink about. But the saltiness of the meat. The tang of the cheese. The crunchof the bread contrasted with the pillowy eggs. She swallowed and took another bite. The chef turned white as a sheet, and Sherry wondered what he was reacting to when she felt the warmth trickling down her cheeks. She was crying. She dropped the toast and wiped her eyes.

No.

Oh no.

She couldn't stop them now they'd started.

Sherry Klaides didn't cry. At least not earnestly. She could shed crocodile tears at the dropof a hat but she always kept a handle on her emotions. There was no point vocalising them. The demons would only hurt her more if she gave them a reaction.

The...Demons...

Sherry started to shiver uncontrolably, and her eyes dialated. Her breathing became fast and sharp gasps. She sat up sosuddenly that the chair fell with a loud clatter behind her. She grabbed her chest. Her heart was beating sohard it was startingtophysically hurt. She couldn't breathe. The plate of food in front of her defocused, and looked both sharp and blurry, both near and faraway, at the same time.

"H...." she wheezed, before trying again to shout outher panicked plea. "Help me!"

She didn't know how she could be helped. She didn't know what this poor quaking chef could do for her. But she was scared. It may have been a panic attack but it felt like she was having a heart attack. She tried to focus on something. Distract herself to try and calm herself down. But she couldn't find any puchase in the raging rapids of her mind.
In Fandom roleplay list → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Also if you're only advertising 1x1s and nothing else we have a place for those that isn't here
In Heroes Rise: Paragon City → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Tally Dor

Yes, and more than two

The old collab site I used to use was Titanpad
In Heroes Rise: Paragon City → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Julia Kray

Location: The Melting Pot, Eastern Nighthaven, Paragon City
@Tally Dor



Julia Kray had been formally released from prison only a few hours earlier. She had never owned her own home. Allof her jobs had included room and board. She had no possessions or assets, officially. What she did have was several hideouts where she used to stash her possessions, gadgets, costumes and wages. She rummaged in a dumpset next to a convenience store and had been lucky to find a block of expired cheese. This was all she needed st the moment. She sat down on a park bench, opened the bag, and then made some sounds with her mouth that wouldn't have sounded like much topassing people. To a rat, however, it was a request. She openly asked any rats listening to check out each of her hideouts and report on whether they'd been discovered and cleaned out. They would get a little cheese for taking on this job and double that for completing it. She was very soon swarmed with rats around her feet.

She stayed sitting on that bench as she watched the world go by. Things had really changed in fifteen years. She'd naturally heard about the death of The Defenders. Theoretically, there was nothing stopping her from falling back into a life of crime. But no. She didn't want to go back to prison again, and she no longer had to risk her life working for supervillains. The rehabilitation and therapy sessions she'd received in prison had convinced her to try going on the straight and narrow with the rest of her life. Do something befitting her age. She'd eraned the right to live as oblivious civilians do. Own a house and a car, and get a job that didn't run the constant risk of injury or death.

The rats returned. All of her hideouts had been cleaned out. Except one. Fat Tony's place. Her gear was still lying around. And if that was the case, the stash of cash hidden there was likely also untouched. She gave that rat double the cheese, then dropped the rest of the bag for the rats to scramble over.

She walked to Fat Tony's, slipped into the adjacent alleyway and scurried vertically up the wall until she reached the penultimate floor. A homeless man wandered out of the front door and would have seen her if he looked up. Julia froze out of habit until he hobbled away. She slipped inside and made her way to a certain part of the hallway, then leapt straight up and into an open ceiling panel.

This was her hideaway. Sure enough, there was an old, damp futon. Next to it, what was once the iteration of her costume she had worn while working as Fat Tony's spy, informant and henchwoman. She began to get wierdly nostalgic as she picked up a set of goggled that had been cutting edge tech at the time. They were over seventeen years old now and probably belonged in a museum. She put them on and pressed the buttons on the side. Nice. They still worked.

What she was really here for was the envelope of cash hidden behind the wallpaper, which she retreived and shashed in her pocket. This would be more than enough to live off of for the time being while she contemplated her next step. As she was about to leave, she smelled the sharp, unmistakle stench of fresh blood. She knew she should leave it alone, but her insticncts and curiosity as an information gatherer couldn't let her ignore this. She adjusted her goggles to the infrared setting and began creeping through the building. There were readings from the old interrogation room. Upon finally reaching the roof overlooking it, she saw someone, or something, kill Fat Tony. She was honestly impressed he'd managed to stay alive up until this year. But who was his killer?
In Return of a Failed Generation → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
A splarkle returned to Sherry's eyes for the first time in a very long time when she saw that her father and the Demon Lord, the two people she hated most in the world, were about to fight to the death. A manic grin grew upon her face as she was transfixed. The last grace life had left to give her besides thw mercy ofdeath, was to see these two kill each other. She found herself realising, despite all that time in prison cursing her father's name, that she wanted him to win. She was rooting for him.

She recalled the shock and horror she felt when she realised she was not merely going to get a slap on the wrist for desertion. She remembered the humiliation she felt when her husband publically declared his divorce. But it was the gaze of her father's eyes intohers that truly broke her. All herpride. All her arrogance. In an imstant it was replaced with primal rage as she screamed and spat out every obscenity she could think of, directed at anybody unlucky enough to listen.

She had no idea how comparively pleasant those days would seem. She could never have imagined she could hate people more than that. She had merely been lashing out. Blaming others because she wasn't ready to face up to or take responsibility for her own actions. But her emotions towards the Demons, and especially their Lord.

That was hate.

The pain Sherry felt from being pierced in the head and chest by multiple Auric shards was nothing compared to the releif she felt that finally, it was all over. She smiled peacefully, and closed her eyes...





A bed.

A soft bed.

How long had it been since she'd felt a bed. She didn't know why this was happening. She didn't know if this was real. She didn't care.

Sherry curled her toes, and tears started to trickle from her eyes. Her legs were back. She didn't know that it was possible to miss being able to wiggle your feet,let alone how much joy such a simple act could bring her. She continued to blissfully doze, unaware of how much time was passing. This was too real to be a dream, and too nice to be the afterlife. Sherry was self-aware enough that she wouldn't have been sent *up*, but down. She opened her eyes and sat up. This was her old room in the Klaides estate, before she moved into the Palace. So before the war even started.

The door opened and in walked her maids. The head maid, Mildred, followed by Maria, who shrunk and averted her eyes when Sherry looked her way. Right. Maria was scared of her. Mildred was much more of a cross, disapproving no-nonselce lady who openly showed her disdain and disgust for Sherry but usually got away with it because Mildred had served mother, thus securing her place in the household heirarchy. Sherry remembered disliking Mildred, but right now, she was glad to see her.

"You're awake," Mildred droned dryly. "Please take your place at the mirror. If you stay in bed any longer, you'll be late for the Collegem Orientation."

Sherry couldn't remember how she used to respond, or how she would have responded back then. She was just too happy to be tended to by servants at all. She wordlessly and obediently took her place at the mirror with closed eyes and a content, serene smile playing on her lips. Mildred and Maria were taken aback, looked at each other, and both decided not to tempt fate.

"Please style my hair in a style befitting a Lady. I shall trust your discernment," Sherry told them with a smug tone, relishing in the experience of being pampered. She then studied her face. She looked to be much younger then before. Somewhere around the age range of eighteen to twenty. She was too focused to hear Maria whispering to Mildred; "Did she just say 'please'? Did I hear that right?"
In Heroes Rise: Paragon City → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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