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4 yrs ago
If anyone I used to RP with comes back to check my profile and is wanting to carry on: sod it, dm me your discord, let's get started again
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5 yrs ago
I miss the old RPGuild..
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Shae sat quietly, pulling her legs close and trying to comfort herself. It was a coincidence! It had to be. Books like that didn't exist. That sort of thing existed only in books and movies! Pulling down on the sleeves of her coat, eyes looked up as footsteps echoed. Probably another student. If that book was real, then- was she a murderer? No. It wasn't real. Plus there was no way she could have caused a heart attack. It wasn't possible. She'd ask her mum later.

Two brown eyes looked up as the door unlocked. First of all, it was a shock to find someone trying to contact her, never mind the fact the door had unlocked itself from the inside. She watched and rose her feet as if running were the only option. However, what stood there in the doorway, was not a police officer, a student, or even the teacher she'd murdered for no real reason. Shae stammered a little and backed up to the wall.

She swallowed the large lump in her throat, and stared back. She was crazy. That was it. Everything that had happened today was a dream and she'd fallen asleep in lesson. Yet, the more whatever it was stared, the more she realised this was really happening. She didn't really understand, who- whatever they were, it wasn't human.
"I-I.." She croaked, holding her bag close. One foot edged forwards, having slipped on the tiled floor. Shae glanced down as her shoe passed through the foot of Auzar. That meant one of two things, she was crazy, or Auzar was a ghost.

Out of complete panic, Shae darted out, through the body of Auzar and clutched onto the sink. She was crazy. Definitely crazy. Looking back up into the mirror, Shae couldn't help but realise the thing was still there.
"What are you?" She stammered, dealing with shock. Words finally sank in slowly and his words rang in her mind. She placed a hand into her bag and pulled the notebook from inside. "This is yours?" Her voice again was croaky and shaken.
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Emily turned quickly and almost jumped in shock.
"Not a clue." Oliver commented, noticing Emily hadn't replied yet. Clearly she was still in shock over their friend's suddenly reappearance. "I've never seen anything like it before." He stood on his tip toes, squinting to find logos or decals. "It's a jet, American, but that's all I can tell."

"Any ideas yourself?" Emily asked, having recovered from the sudden shock. Carefully adjusting any excess issues, Emily turned to Avery and waited. "Could be government? Wouldn't be a private investor, the Professor would have asked them to arrive by car."


A mundane and boring life can always be changed by one pivotal moment. It usually arrives with flashing lights and a warning sign, however there are times that it appears without warning; sometimes those warnings are ignored. It was the same when Shae picked up a book that rested on the edge of the bench by the bus stop. Gentle figures flipped open the pages, expecting a name or address to return the notepad too. Nothing. Instead, rules. She read them over and laughed. Clearly a book from either a joke store or a gothic occult shop. She placed it back down and returned her attention to the rainy world around her.

One hand held up her umbrella, the other held together a coat that would sheild her from wind and rain. It was a quiet ten minutes before her bus arrived. A normal person would have simply climbed aboard, yet curiosity forced her to scoop up the book again and shove it into her bag. Maybe it was theft. No one was coming back to collect it. Besides, they could get another. Shae climbed aboard the bus and held onto a hanging support until it arrived at her stop. Her mind stayed on the book for some time before the trivialities of the final months at school pushed into her head.

Shae dropped down into her desk chair after having escaped the petty hate and gossip of the girls she are lunch with. Her fingers drove into her bag for her phone yet instead, they found the same notepad that she'd found earlier that morning. Pulling the book from inside her bag, she laid it down on the desk. Her eyes danced over its cover and soon she opened the first page.

The Human whose name is written in this note shall die.

She raised and eyebrow and read on, a little amused and slightly curious. This thing was a load of crap, she knew but there was a strong sense of curiosity about it. As the rest of her class returned and their teacher arrived. Shae covered the book with her own notepads, silently making notes. The lesson drew further and further on, until her curiosity peeked.

Matso Takahashi

She looked back up to her teacher and watched.

Nothing.

She waited a little longer.

Again. Nothing.

Shae closed the book and carefully slipped it back into her bag, concluding it to be fake and merely a unque notebook. Then, a bang! She looked up as the figure of her teacher slumped over the desk clutching his heart. Then, someone screamed. So did a few others. A grand total of 120 seconds after she'd written the name down, the same man laid dead on their home room floor, and the whole group was panicking. Shae pushed all her belongings into her bag and made a break for the door. Immediately everyone else had the same idea.

Students pushed and shoved and forced their way into the corridor. Shae ran down the hall, pushed open the bathroom door and locked herself in a stall. That was a conincidence! It had to be! She dropped down onto the toilet lid and held her bag close to her chest.
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"Does that hurt?"
"No.."
"What about now?"
"Just leave her alone."
"Come on, surely you agree this is fun?"
"Maybe for you, but you're shocking her."
"Both of you, leave it."
"I'm experimenting."
"And we've gathered she can stand that level."
"So I should try a higher voltage."
"Jesus Christ, stop it!"

With a red face, Emily looked down, now fully aware everyone in her small class was staring her way. She focused on finishing her notes whilst the boys beside her shifted uncomfortably. The boy on her left, a registered mutant who possessed levels of static control, was sniggering quietly, whilst the boy on her right, a mutant who, like herself, had avoided registration, and who know chose to keep his mutant abilities on a quieter scale. Emily passed the boy a smile and turned back to her notes.

The boy, Oliver, returned her smile and carried on quietly minding his own business like her always did. The two of them had joined the safety of Xavier's school at the same time, Oliver saving Emily's life in the process. Of course, she promised him she'd do the same one day, if it ever came to that. Both of them were sure it never would, but then again, the gift Oliver possessed, could easily be twisted into something horrible.

In the quietness of the lesson, a rumble could be heard. Much like a jet, it disappeared after seconds, yet it soon returned. The group slowly rose from their notes and even their lecturer, moved from her spot at the front and shifted towards the window. Before their eyes a jet drifted down slowly from the airspace above them and landed gently in the courtyard, crushing plants in its way. By now, half the school's eyes would have been fixed on the black metal aircraft, yet their attention would have shifted immediately. Upon landing, a man stepped out. Leather clad and baring one eye patch.

The students remained quiet and watched as their lecturer disappeared from the classroom in a flurry of white hair.
"What you reckon that is?" Emily asked, peering from behind one of the blinds.
"Not a clue."


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