Quick question. How do werewolves work? Do they change at will? Is it a painful transformation?
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Hey @TheDarkTemplar@ArkmageddonCat John and Pariah are working together right? Just wondering cause Pariah never mentioned John unless I missed it which is extremely possible as I am super tired and totally ignoring my brain which is screaming, "Go to sleep!!!!"
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Sorry if I didn't make it clear but yea he's at there table. He didn't take a seat he's just standing there :)
Sorry if I didn't make it clear but yea he's at there table. He didn't take a seat he's just standing there :)
Finn Lockhart
@Inertia@TheDarkTemplar
Finn Lockhart spent a little too much time at a bar for a sixteen year old. He didn't drink so he really only went for the conversation. Although today he went more so for the news. He figured someone there would've picked up on something useful. So after he had eaten, Jessica dropped him off outside of Lacie's, on her way to a Conclave assignment. He swept his hand through his hair and walked in, smiling as the bell above the door jangled in the quiet of the bar. He noticed Seth and Cole were over at Cole's normal spot. "Gentleman," Finn greeted as he strode over to the older Gifted. Finn had known the two for a while now, seeing as how he and Cole were regulars at the bar, and Seth worked there.
For this reason, Finn's generally cold exterior was down, replaced by the much more welcoming version of himself. These two different versions of Finn had been a necessary side effect of everything Finn had experienced in the past few years. After running away, Finn lost the one person who he'd actually been able to trust completely. It wasn't like he hadn't had friends but none of them compared to the relationship he and his sister had had. He had been unable to think straight for a while and it had almost gotten him killed. In order to keep himself safe, he had to keep most people out, refusing to be hurt again if they died, or he had to leave. So far, he was still alive.
Jessica Thompson
@Cuccoruler
Jessica Thompson wasn't mad about having to go work at an orphanage. She was just slightly peaved. Okay she was pissed. Jessica didn't do kids. They were sticky and gross and Jessica hated those things. She liked organized and well put together. So no, kids were not her thing. But the Conclave had said that she should go help the place out, let the kid's know that they had a life ready for them at the Conclave, should they choose to take it. It was for that reason that Jessica was pulling up to an orphanage in her black BMW, an older car from before the Genocide had started.
Jessica walked up to the door and went on in, not bothering to knock. They'd mentioned that she should go talk to a girl named Cia, who Jessica was pretty sure was a regular at Lacie's. She was bumped aside by two kids, about thirteen, running through the hall. She recoiled, and screwed up her face. After brushing herself off she made her way to the kitchen, where she found who she assumed was Cia. Well she was pretty positive. Jessica wasn't aware of many armless, Gifted girls, that worked for this particular orphanage. The blonde knocked three times on the wall, signaling her arrival. "Ummm are you Cia? I'm Jessica from the Conclave. Maybe they told you about me? I'm here to lend you a hand," she said before cringing internally at the accidental pun she had just made.
@Inertia@TheDarkTemplar
Finn Lockhart spent a little too much time at a bar for a sixteen year old. He didn't drink so he really only went for the conversation. Although today he went more so for the news. He figured someone there would've picked up on something useful. So after he had eaten, Jessica dropped him off outside of Lacie's, on her way to a Conclave assignment. He swept his hand through his hair and walked in, smiling as the bell above the door jangled in the quiet of the bar. He noticed Seth and Cole were over at Cole's normal spot. "Gentleman," Finn greeted as he strode over to the older Gifted. Finn had known the two for a while now, seeing as how he and Cole were regulars at the bar, and Seth worked there.
For this reason, Finn's generally cold exterior was down, replaced by the much more welcoming version of himself. These two different versions of Finn had been a necessary side effect of everything Finn had experienced in the past few years. After running away, Finn lost the one person who he'd actually been able to trust completely. It wasn't like he hadn't had friends but none of them compared to the relationship he and his sister had had. He had been unable to think straight for a while and it had almost gotten him killed. In order to keep himself safe, he had to keep most people out, refusing to be hurt again if they died, or he had to leave. So far, he was still alive.
Jessica Thompson
@Cuccoruler
Jessica Thompson wasn't mad about having to go work at an orphanage. She was just slightly peaved. Okay she was pissed. Jessica didn't do kids. They were sticky and gross and Jessica hated those things. She liked organized and well put together. So no, kids were not her thing. But the Conclave had said that she should go help the place out, let the kid's know that they had a life ready for them at the Conclave, should they choose to take it. It was for that reason that Jessica was pulling up to an orphanage in her black BMW, an older car from before the Genocide had started.
Jessica walked up to the door and went on in, not bothering to knock. They'd mentioned that she should go talk to a girl named Cia, who Jessica was pretty sure was a regular at Lacie's. She was bumped aside by two kids, about thirteen, running through the hall. She recoiled, and screwed up her face. After brushing herself off she made her way to the kitchen, where she found who she assumed was Cia. Well she was pretty positive. Jessica wasn't aware of many armless, Gifted girls, that worked for this particular orphanage. The blonde knocked three times on the wall, signaling her arrival. "Ummm are you Cia? I'm Jessica from the Conclave. Maybe they told you about me? I'm here to lend you a hand," she said before cringing internally at the accidental pun she had just made.
Finn Lockhart
Technically, Finn Lockhart did not own an apartment. When Finn had joined the Conclave and been assigned to work with Jessica, they'd put him in the same apartment as her, a three bedroom that they paid for. Most people who worked with the Conclave lived in one of the havens that they had set up, however, Jessica had been able to garner a deal. So for all intents an purposes, when Finn woke up, it was in his room of his and Jessica's apartment. Up until yesterday, the two had shared the place with Mary, another girl in the Conclave. However, Mary was now dead.
Finn rolled out of bed, wearing boxers and a Pink Floyd shirt that he'd bought somewhere and made his way into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his multicolored eyes. Jessica was already there, staring at the toaster with the typical disdain she had in the morning. "You missed lovely Steven Callahan's announcement Sleeping Beauty," she said as he took a seat at small, circular table, one of the few pieces of furniture in the small area where the pair lived. "What could that man possibly have to say at a time like this? Hasn't he done all of his gloating?" Finn inquired. "He claims that of the Rally participants, only 5% are still up and kicking. They're sending out the Wardens to take the rest out," Jessica replied, snatching the waffle that flew out of the toaster and taking a bite, not bothering with syrup. "Gotta love the Wardens. On a less positive note, how much trouble are we in?" he asked. "Oh with our little friend from Lacie's? No idea. Even if he was D.M.A all he has to go on is the lies I told him. He only knows my first name, and who's to say he believes it. Plus, there were bigger fish to fry in that bar. Hopefully I distracted him enough that he never saw Cole but I doubt we're in any serious trouble."
Finn knew what she mean when she mentioned Cole. The Gifted in question was pretty well known throughout the Gifted and D.M.A. circles. He'd spent time in both the Conclave and the M.R.F. and had taken out plenty of D.M.A. agents. He and Jessica had saved plenty of Gifted but they weren't anywhere near that level of notoriety. With his fears somewhat diminished, though he still had the anxious feeling that was a great perk of being hunted every second of the day, Finn began to make himself breakfast, with the nagging feeling that something big would happen today.
Technically, Finn Lockhart did not own an apartment. When Finn had joined the Conclave and been assigned to work with Jessica, they'd put him in the same apartment as her, a three bedroom that they paid for. Most people who worked with the Conclave lived in one of the havens that they had set up, however, Jessica had been able to garner a deal. So for all intents an purposes, when Finn woke up, it was in his room of his and Jessica's apartment. Up until yesterday, the two had shared the place with Mary, another girl in the Conclave. However, Mary was now dead.
Finn rolled out of bed, wearing boxers and a Pink Floyd shirt that he'd bought somewhere and made his way into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his multicolored eyes. Jessica was already there, staring at the toaster with the typical disdain she had in the morning. "You missed lovely Steven Callahan's announcement Sleeping Beauty," she said as he took a seat at small, circular table, one of the few pieces of furniture in the small area where the pair lived. "What could that man possibly have to say at a time like this? Hasn't he done all of his gloating?" Finn inquired. "He claims that of the Rally participants, only 5% are still up and kicking. They're sending out the Wardens to take the rest out," Jessica replied, snatching the waffle that flew out of the toaster and taking a bite, not bothering with syrup. "Gotta love the Wardens. On a less positive note, how much trouble are we in?" he asked. "Oh with our little friend from Lacie's? No idea. Even if he was D.M.A all he has to go on is the lies I told him. He only knows my first name, and who's to say he believes it. Plus, there were bigger fish to fry in that bar. Hopefully I distracted him enough that he never saw Cole but I doubt we're in any serious trouble."
Finn knew what she mean when she mentioned Cole. The Gifted in question was pretty well known throughout the Gifted and D.M.A. circles. He'd spent time in both the Conclave and the M.R.F. and had taken out plenty of D.M.A. agents. He and Jessica had saved plenty of Gifted but they weren't anywhere near that level of notoriety. With his fears somewhat diminished, though he still had the anxious feeling that was a great perk of being hunted every second of the day, Finn began to make himself breakfast, with the nagging feeling that something big would happen today.
With that post, my characters are all ready for a timeskip :)
Okay I'll get one up and pm you a link :)
Whoops I missed the part of us ending the conversation. I'll try to get it over with after Smarty posts easily by flipping the table and run out with guns-blazing :D
Do we wanna wrap this up in the next two posts or so or should we just move to Titanpad?
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