Spawnling

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

Everyone's dressed to the nine's and August's just like "We in a forest yo, what are you wearing?"

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

"Oh good, for a second I was worried I had developed pyro powers." August vaulted the fence, her incredibly long braid swaying behind as she landed and trotted over to the group, a black backpack on her shoulders. The pack had two flashlights, a screwdriver and pliers, a heavy hunting knife, a rope, several water bottles, and some granola bars. August had wandered the woods enough to know there were some places light just didn't touch, and it was always better to be prepared and not need something than to need it and not have it. The electric tools were just always with the girl as a matter of habit. Forgoing a heavy sweater, this time she was in a simple blue long sleeve thermal with ripped black jeans and a pair of running shoes. A bright pink beanie with what appeared to be over-sized dog ears sewn to the sides sat atop the mountain of hair as she gave a yawn, rubbing her eyes behind a pair of aviator sunglasses. Her regular glasses were in the backpack as well, just in case. August trumped over to the slide, walking up it easily before sitting at the top and giving a wave to the assembled group. Everyone seemed to have dressed up for anything BUT a romp through the woods. Except Mary, though she doubted that was so much preparation and more just not really caring too much. "Shape shifter, cool." August's mind was already barreling forward, the logic train had no brakes. Why did her touch cause it to burst into flames but not Kanoa's? What about fire made it more likely to be a shapeshifter? Could the shifter turn into anything? Could it turn into one of them? Could it turn into fire or water and burn or drown them? The red head quirked her lips for a second before settling on one to ask Kanoa, who appeared to be enjoying pushing the doll on the swing. Cuuute. In a horror movie sort of way. "So can this thing turn into one of us or is it limited? Cause if it can turn into one of us, we may want like...a call sign to show we're real. Like military, you know. I say Flash, you say Thunder. And we may want to think it up before we go somewhere it could hear us." August really didn't want to be put in a situation where she'd need to find out which Cory was real and which Cory needed to be pushed off a cliff or stabbed or ghost busted or whatever they were going to do. Come to think of it, Cory would probably be easy to distinguish between a shape shifter...he could just blast a hole in a tree to prove it. The others...not so much. Maybe August would be the one who'd need to prove who she was. The thought gave her a slight sinking in her stomach. She didn't really trust any of the others here to not just remove both her and the shifter out of laziness or some misguided sense of efficiency. Oof, not dying today would be awesome thank you.

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

....wait so did the leaf actually ignite or does Kanoa's odd perception of the world just make it seem like that to her?

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

August bit her lip as she listened to Mary, watching her carefully. The emotions weren't fake. Mary had opened up something very deep and personal about herself. Looks like August's jab had hit something. Maybe she had been a little mean, none of them seemed particularly bad. Still, joining this little group without knowing SOMETHING about the others would have been downright stupid. The redhead quirked a brow, eyes flicking up to the light again. Her initial assumption was right, Mary was far more than just a simple druggy. Interesting. August could imagine the emotions this group would leave behind in the classroom. Then Mary blew smoke into Jackson's face. Though, the boy seemed to like it. Masochist? She could already imagine some form of BDSM between the uncaring Mistress Mary and the begging Slave Jackson. She quirked her mouth at the thought, then flushed slightly at the thought of Mary in leather. Then Kanoa...then Orion. Better tuck those visuals away for a rainy day. Quickly tuning into Maxwell's conversation at the last minute, the logic side of her brain reared up, smothering the lustful romantic within. "Not to punch holes into the plan or anything, but you're suggesting asking some very emotionally fragile people to put some faith in a group of kids they've never met. We'd need to be extremely careful about approaching his parents, especially if all we have to go on is 'We think a ghost did it.' I mean, their kid is missing, has been for awhile. Most missing persons cases are dropped after...what was it, three days? They've probably been told by several people that he'll never be found, and then we just come out of nowhere asking about their kid and talking about ghosts? They could think we're making fun of them. But I'll go with what the rest of you guys think is a good idea." The redhead looked at the leaf. Several thoughts went through her head. Maybe the leaf had some residual emotions left on it? The room most likely would, though getting in without breaking and entering would be a...unique...task. Her logical side had kicked in. A supernatural entity was quite a leap of logic. And how did Kanoa get the leaf in the first place? How could cousins be twins? August blinked at the Bowers for a moment before her train of thought barreled back into full gear. Kanoa was wrapping things up. August tugged slightly at the collar of her sweater, chewing her lower lip in thought for a moment. "Can I see the leaf? I mean, I may be able to get some kind of read off it. Fear, happiness, sorrow. Maybe he left to kill himself, maybe he ran off with some secret lover from a rival family. Maybe he was kidnapped, but if it was a powerful emotion, I might be able to sense something off the leaf." How Kanoa had gotten the leaf could remain a mystery, August wasn't too interested in that. At the moment, she was thinking of this like an electrical problem. Look at the symptoms, start simple, then get complex. If the boy left of his own free will, there would be an emotion that suggested that. Relief, apprehension, even acceptance. If he was taken forcefully, fear, sorrow, or anger would be present. August adjusted her glasses. Trying to read the leaf here would be silly. She'd need to try it in her room, where she'd notice the emotional change. "I can bring it back tomorrow, unless you'd rather hold onto it. Either way, meeting up tomorrow is fine by me."

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

Sorry to hear Tenish, I hope things get better soon! And I'm glad folks liked the sketch. EDIT: Now that I'm not falling asleep on the keyboard...

Duuuuuuuude. Noice. --Everyone's cartoons in my head now

@Darcs

I end up drawing scenes/people from RPs I'm in if the mood strikes me. Makes for interesting warm ups sometimes.

Nice, and I really like your drawing style.

@Raijinslayer

Danke, it's a style I quite enjoy using! I used to draw all gritty and realistic and grr grr dark and crosshatch. I prefer this much more.

Ooh! Do Orion! Do Orion! As a cartoon that is. Eh, or in other ways, Orion's pretty cool with whatever.

@Tenish the Mighty

"I love you, will you stay with me tonight?" "...eh, sure." As for cartoons, whom would be paired with Oreo?

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

I couldn't stop my hands... Mary and August in The Case of the Infatuated Skull.

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

The amount of lust this group has is staggering, I can't wait to see all the romantic intrigue that goes on.

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

I don't know why you all believe August is comic relief, she very clearly is the epitome of dark, brooding, and emotional turmoil. She only adds seriousness and a level of morbidity to every situation. ...........ok fine, I'm the white sheep in the flock of black sheep. EDIT: Also, Apophis as Scooby would be freaking hilarious. "Like zoinks, hey Apo, want a human soul?" "Reeheheheee! *stabs a passerby*

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

August's eyes flitted about, marking down her final observations of the group mentally. Only Kanoa, Jackson, Maxwell, and herself had really revealed anything about themselves and their abilities. No one was much of a surprise to the red head. Nothing she hadn't seen a thousand times before in high school. Mary was sarcastic, but not uncaring, else she'd have just ignored everyone. Jackson was...melodramatic and afraid of something. Kanoa was studying them, but Kanoa studied everything as August recalled. Raven was a liar, judging by the emotions she was constructing. A damn good one at that. Orion was calmly strained, as usual. The one with the eye-patch was trying too hard to play Alpha Wolf. Cory was focusing on something internally. Max was awkwardly avoiding anyone's eyes, another liar? No, self conscious. That explained it. She wished her abilities let her read people that were around her, it would have made it much easier than just going off prior knowledge and experience. It'd be a few hours before she could read this room for what the others had left behind. And it'd be diluted, probably wouldn't be able to pinpoint anything to one specific person. Combine it with her current observations though, she could probably nail it down a bit better. That freaking light! August tilted her head back to look at it again. Variable voltage sucked, but since it was the only flickering one, August had already pinpointed where the wiring was wrong. Couldn't reach the roof though. She tuned back into the conversation as Jackson gave her a look. She smiled and waved, then looked at Kanoa. No reason to be hostile to anyone yet, no one had done anything wrong and everyone was probably weighing in whether or not they should stay involved. The redhead held up her hands, as if weighing her options. "Spooky ghosties, missing people, and bathing in the blood of the beast..." A quirked brow at Mary. "Or geometry homework. Gee, let me thinkI'm in!" August grinned, leaning back on the desk. Her hand slipped, and with a sharp yelp she fell backwards onto the ground with a heavy thud as the air was forced out of her lungs. "Ow ow ow...don't worry, I'm -oof- cool!" She got up, dusting herself off before holding up a finger. "And besides, we can use this as a little bonding trip so the folks who decided to avoid answering anything about themselves can open up or choose to leave." A quirked grin at the assembled students as August put her hands on her hips, head cocked to one side. No reason to be hostile. But a little prod never hurt. "So, on top of all the other questions, where exactly is the spot he went missing from?"

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

Also, like, she's the only one that isn't visibly dealing with hallucinations or disturbed. And she has the power of love.

@Darcs

The power of love and electricity. Get your kinks here kids.