Utrax

The Hidden People

Also, for the purposes of the RP, I want a clear sense of why your characters are opposed to Nemsemet.

@HeySeuss

The Unicorn Union ^(haha) is opposed to Nemesmet as a whole.
He's bad for business and probably wants to suck their blood.
Generally anything that wants to drain massive amounts of magic from creatures are always on the TUU's naughty list. Plus, Stella can see it's the cool new thing to do these days, oppose the mummy man. She doesn't want to be left out!

The Search for Elvarren

Considering accidentally finding the cabin...
Or should I wait for Dusk to come back with a few other folks?
Thought, @Grijs?

The Hidden People

@UtraxAlso approved. Actually, the whole idea that the Unicorns have an aura of innocence rather than being the embodiment is a hilarious twist.

@HeySeuss

Thank you!
I was trying to figure out how I could make Unicorns more interesting than just...
magic horse.
one horn.
one love.
Hahaha.

The Hidden People

A Unicorn named Stella

Name:
M'gambristella J'amail Rriancs
"Just call me Stella-- you'll pronounce my name wrong."

Age:
3,000 yrs aprox.
"Pretty old, actually. Doesn't matter."

Gender:
All
"Just say 'She' and you'll do fine."

Breed/Species/Type/Lineage:
Unicorn
"The last and lonely unicorn," she says solemnly.

About Unicorns...

Anyone familiar with the species knows that "last" of their kind business is a steaming pile of bullshit-- or unicorn shit. It's a blatant lie. Theirs is a species that has worked in the shadows as assassins, posed as human mages or wizards, posed as animals, acted as guides and "destiny" speakers, all for the sake of influencing history, both among mortals and the supernatural alike. Chances are, most have had encounters with Unicorns and simply do not know it. Who is telling the Unicorns to influence others or even outright assassinate people remains a scholastic mystery-- some have speculated they do it just for "fun". Among those same scholars it is generally agreed upon that they are a type of demon. Then again, it's entirely possible that a few of the scholars themselves are Unicorns that are, again, just making rumors for "fun". Whatever the truth is, Unicorns in their true form are every bit of the sparkly, rainbow, curly haired, flowery nonsense as popular art depicts them as.

Physical Description:
Clean, unassuming, and quite fashionable, Stella values her face appearance highly. She is rather vain and very meticulous when it comes to how she looks.
"I'm not boasting but, I'm probably one of the most beautiful people you've ever met," Stella says with a flip of her hair.

Current Human Appearance

"If you believe in me hard enough, I just might show you the real me."

Unicorn Appearance

Talents:

Assassin Skills: Trained in the art of subterfuge, disguise, and "sharp objects that kill things", Stella's main skill set is focused more toward directly dispatching others and sticking to the shadows.
"I give hugs that make people fall asleep-- they may or may not wake up. It's how I survive."

Unicorn Magic - The Silence: While Unicorns are naturally gifted to be rather easy to forget, Stella has specialized magic in this area. She can quiet her footsteps, create a bubble of silence up to an arm's length away from herself, and blend easily into the shadows. A passive effect of the magic is the fact she is very easy to forget and can blend into the background or a crowd-- one needs to explicitly direct all of their attention on her for a long period of time, in order to not lose sight of her... aka "believe in Stella".
"That wasn't me..."

Unicorn Magic - Innocence: Perhaps one of the most prolific traits of a Unicorn. Their ability to appear innocent, lie so well it seems like the truth, and give the typical "puppy-dog eyed stare" to get themselves out of trouble, is a passive magical trait they're all born with. Only certain magic users and other Unicorns can see through this magical tactic though-- they rarely use it on one another as a courtesy.
"Don't worry about it, friend. Be cool..."

All of these spells draw from Stella's reserves of "moonlight" and sap her strength the longer they're in use. While she hasn't encountered many instances where her magic failed-- there have been a few scares in the middle of channeling spells, where she was a bit too tired to fully manifest the effects.

History:

"Alright, this is one of those things I can't sum up well, but I'll do my best." Stella clears her throat then begins, "So there we were, grazing upon the fruit at the base of the Evertree, when all of a sudden, guess who steps out of a portal? Titans. Actual titans throwing lava and ice around, all sorts of messed up stuff. Nobody liked these guys, especially not the people who were horribly murdered by them, and then I found myself alone. Everyone else was dead. I spent years wandering around until, eventually, I found my way here. That's it. I'm on vacation."

The truth is, Stella was an instrumental part in several historic events throughout Europe and Asia as a whole. Along with her other Unicorn cohorts, she helped burn down the Library of Alexandria, provoke a war between a faction of minor Chinese deities-- resulting in their complete self destruction, provoke a Fire Elemental into destroying Pompeii, helped sink the city of Atlantis, and directly assassinated the leader of a Korean based Vampiric army, resulting in a victory for the human government of South Korea, and assisted in the subsequent coverup operations.

All of Stella's tactics involved more direct actions. Among Unicorns, she is part of the "Dirty Hooves" crew-- those called upon to assist and assassinate when typical influential practices fail. Now that she's in New Camden, it seems Stella is focused on laying low. Sure, people see her walking about, but it's mostly during the same hours of the day and always for brief periods of time. She has very few friends and none of them know her very well however, it's well known that all she does is go to the beach, play at the arcade, and eat ice cream-- specifically chocolate Ice Cream. Needless to say, the Ice Cream shop owners know her well enough to start making her a waffle cone with two scoops of chocolate, whenever they see her from the shop windows. Where she gets her money or how she affords anything is something of a mystery to others but, Stella owns a large fortune assembled over centuries, and she lives comfortably on the interest her accounts gain.

Psychological Profile:

Stella takes everything easy. Extremely patient and almost disturbingly serene, there will never be a time when she seems either surprised or flustered. Sure, there are things she doesn't expect that happen, but Stella tends to shrug and accept things as they are. That being said, Stella is unfortunately as carefree as they come. It's very difficult to get her to do anything she doesn't expressly volunteer to do. When she needs to be concerned about things, Stella certainly lacks the urgency or care that's probably required for the situation. This particular trait has actually crafted itself into a strange form of courage-- perhaps even fearlessness. Then again, maybe she's simply too lazy to feel much fear because, after all, that would require energy to give a shit. However, when she commits herself to a purpose or is called upon to work, Stella goes after her goal with the aggressiveness and professionalism she is trained to have-- the quicker and cleaner she gets the job done, the sooner she can eat ice cream and play arcade games, after all.
"Ah, be cool, man. It doesn't mean much, does it? I like naps and Ice Cream, that's all there is to it. There ain't much more to know about me, I'd say."

Possessions:

An Obscene Variety Of Knives: Unicorn Weapons Smiths have perfected a "sharp and pointy" to injure of kill a multitude of species. All of her weapons range in length from pocket knife to short sword-- nothing longer. If it doesn't kill it, bring the weapon back for a full refund-- if you're alive, that is!
"They're for my protection, of course."

"Super Suit": Stella likes to call her full black, very "ninja like", assassin's suit her "super suit". It's flame resistant, puncture resistant, and has plenty of pockets and places to latch knives and such. It also helps her keep "cloth silent" on top of her inherent magical abilities.
"For some reason, saying 'where's my super suit' fills me with deep satisfaction..."

Yes, and:

"There are so many people in town that need makeovers. Maybe it's a cultural thing for me but, why would anyone not look their best at all times? Is it vain? No. Definitely not. It's simple courtesy to be easy on the eyes and that being said-- have you seen that weirdo in all black? Tax-person or whatever, right? Hideous. I mean, you can wear all black and make it work for you but they don't even make an attempt! It's fine. Whatever. Let people live their lives, right? Other than that I-- well I used to go to the park. I almost decided to relax in it-- that was until I saw the Dryad lurking there. Do they even have a name? I didn't ask because, well, I don't particularly like those kids of creatures-- long story."
Stella shakes her head slowly, lets out a deep sigh, then continues speaking.
"Then there's that baker which-- again-- I didn't ask their name. Names, smames, they're whoevers and whatever to me-- I just know the sweets are good and that's all I care about. If they wanted me to know them, well, they're out of luck. I don't need to know them, do I? It's better to keep a distance anyway, because you never know who might want to... you know... harvest my tears or blood. Seriously. As if I weren't already a walking target, the fact that I'm the last of my kind just makes me more valuable. Eh. I'm not sure if it's a compliment or not. I don't like to advertise what I am because of this fact, though. But, that being said, the majority of the Unicorn Hair circulating within the magic user community in New Camden is mine-- sold for obscenely high prices, of course. I have to eat too, you know? Otherwise, I like to stay on the beach because of this-- the sirens, merfolk, and selkies are better company anyway. And uh. There's a Kelpie by the lake I like to talk to sometimes-- she's sweet."

Lake Avonaco and Avonaco Beach

Location of Note:
Lake Avonaco + Lake Avonaco Beach

Notable Person:
Albert aka "Sasquatch"

A fact everyone knows about this place:
While the lake isn't very large, it does act as something of a haven for those who crave water, but are a bit too busy to go to the sea every day. Albert maintains the only dock on the lake and sells fishing gear and bait out of a tiny shack next to it. He's also been known to clean up trash off of the small strip of sandy beach at the lake's edge. Albert also ensures that the lake doesn't become over fished-- even going so far as to give anyone a good scolding during the fish spawning season.

Versus Arcade

Location of Note:
Versus Arcade -- Directly across the street from Black Cat Books

Notable Person:
"Warren" the Half-Demon Half-Angel "Demigod" of War

A fact everyone knows about this place:
While the owner couldn't exactly lead legions into battle well, not anymore, Warren most certainly takes these desires out in his arcade. Most of the games are competitive in nature and he has an especially large amount of fighting and sports based games. Regular tournaments happen in the arcade and rather expensive prizes are given to the victors. Most people report a rather subtle increase in their competitive desires while within the building.

The Search for Elvarren

Katrina aka Fuchsia

The voice in my head has some questions about you. No, I am not crazy.
"I know, I don't doubt you. I hear one too... but maybe I'm the crazy one."

What is your real name?
"Katrina. I'd prefer not to mention my surname. It's. A long story."

Make sure no one learns it. So, have you thought of a good alias for yourself?
"--Wait what? But I just told you-- ah. Well. I haven't-- Do I need to make one now? How about..."
A nearly two minute silence passes.
"Fuchsia? It's my favorite color."

How old are you, anyway?
"Twenty two, just recently. My birthday was-- ah. I guess I shouldn't tell you that either? You didn't ask. I uh. Wow. Sorry."

How would you describe your own appearance? Height, hair, clothes, whatever.
"I'm... okay looking. Oh. But I'm sure you mean more in depth? Well. I'm only five-four, my skin is dark brown, and my hair is wavy though, I like straightening it every now and then. Uh. My eyes a light-brown. I don't work out or anything but, I'm still sort of small-ish. My ears are pierced and I love wearing jewelry. I dress lightly because-- well you-- I-- uh. I don't need to layer up. Er--Anymore that is. And summer clothes are nicer. And all I have anymore."
She holds up a sketch of herself then says, "A friend drew this of me."

Portrait

Recently all of us are afflicted with these impossibly unreal abilities. Like Mystics. What is your ability?
"I... remember when I said I didn't need to layer? Well. I don't feel the cold anymore. I don't feel the heat anymore either-- un-unless I have to or want to. I mean. There's like a. A field around me, you, everyone and everything. I can see it most of the time-- they have different colors too. I can. I can make mine so that it keeps me warm or cool so-- so it's. I. Reached out once and-- I mean. It explains why lights sometimes stop working when I'm in the same room. The energy in everything-- I can feel and grab it-- shape it. But it's. Hard and it makes me exhausted. Especially when it's not just my own. Or if I use my own to do something. Always-- you know lightning looks similar to what happens when I grab it? I can also charge batteries-- uh. I'm not making any sense, am I? Auras! That's what He called them. Some people get sad or tired and then it dims down-- I can make it bigger for them-- but I have to use some other energy. It's not good to use my own. It. Makes me tired."
She pauses.
"And I don't know if it's part of it but-- I mean. I've always known how people are feeling but now? It's like I super know what they're feeling-- emotionally I mean. I can't read minds or anything but-- I know when someone's feeling sad or angry-- if they're being deceptive or hiding what they feel. If they're good at hiding it's harder to tell but, well, I can see their Aura thingy so maybe that can tell me something? I don't know."

What is your voice like? Has he told you anything aside to search for Elvarren?
"You don't understand I--I don't want to hurt anyone bu-but it. Look. It just wants me to-- to do really. I just. I don't even like-- I wouldn't harm a fly, honestly. If I could go years without stepping on ants I would! I--I just. Why me? Why does it--why does it want me to-- d-do such things? He says I need to fulfill my role. That-- that I'm not meant for kindness-- meant to follow the orders of. Of. The Lords and Gods?! That I'm a--" She takes a shuddering breath in, "I'm sorry. I. I didn't mean to yell. It's just that-- it wants me to weaken them. Like. A hammer or drill-- not destroy-- just weaken. Cripple. Whittle them down until the cracks show. Push their limits-- make them answer and confess--uh. Wh-what were we talking about?"

Where did you come from, and how long have you been looking for Elvarren?
"I settled in Reno. Nevada. Reno Nevada but-- I don't think. I wasn't born there. Doesn't matter. I lived paycheck to paycheck. Barely scraping by. I was alone and... Hungry a lot of the times, but kind of happy. Reno was the best I'd found. And. I had to leave but I didn't-- they shouldn't have been so rough-- I. I woke up and. The car was on fire. They were dying. I-I-I had to escape. Those. They were just doing their job! I was wrong. I was stealing. I was... I was hungry and I had gone for days. I. I just wanted food and now I've murdered cops and I can't go back there-- I'm wanted. Then those men-- the weird men-- they came for me too. I had. And-- and he told me that if I searched for Elvarren I'd be safe-- I'd fulfill my purpose. I was desperate. I felt I couldn't... I can't. Refuse. I don't want to refuse. I have... nothing else now. It's a few months since I started looking, but it feels like years. I'm. I'm so tired."

How did you end up here?
"I drove my friend's car around-- she uh. She's. Well... she passed away-- not my fault I promise! I had to abandon it in Oregon. Took empty railcars and walked the rest of the way because, I don't want to hurt anyone, no matter what the voice says. I just want to. Find Elvarren. That's all-- I don't even. Necessarily. Want to be here-- I'm sorry. That's not nice to say but, well, transparency is good. Isn't it? That's how you know I'm being honest."

Anything else you want to get off your chest?
"No. I don't think so. I. I just. I'm very tired. I need rest and food. That's all. And to... find Elvarren. Maybe-- do you think it could make me normal again? Do you?"

It is good to meet you, friend. You’ll be safe here – for the time being…
"F-Friend? I... I guess. It'd be nice to have some friends, I think. I don't like being alone, even if I think I should be-- especially now that I. I'm. This."

The Hidden People

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*Finger guns*
@HeySeuss@Aleranicus

A Unicorn named Stella

Name:
M'gambristella J'amail Rriancs
"Just call me Stella-- you'll pronounce my name wrong."

Age:
3,000 yrs aprox.
"Pretty old, actually. Doesn't matter."

Gender:
All
"Just say 'She' and you'll do fine."

Breed/Species/Type/Lineage:
Unicorn
"The last and lonely unicorn," she says solemnly.

About Unicorns...

Anyone familiar with the species knows that "last" of their kind business is a steaming pile of bullshit-- or unicorn shit. It's a blatant lie. Theirs is a species that has worked in the shadows as assassins, posed as human mages or wizards, posed as animals, acted as guides and "destiny" speakers, all for the sake of influencing history, both among mortals and the supernatural alike. Chances are, most have had encounters with Unicorns and simply do not know it. Who is telling the Unicorns to influence others or even outright assassinate people remains a scholastic mystery-- some have speculated they do it just for "fun". Among those same scholars it is generally agreed upon that they are a type of demon. Then again, it's entirely possible that a few of the scholars themselves are Unicorns that are, again, just making rumors for "fun". Whatever the truth is, Unicorns in their true form are every bit of the sparkly, rainbow, curly haired, flowery nonsense as popular art depicts them as.

Physical Description:
Clean, unassuming, and quite fashionable, Stella values her face appearance highly. She is rather vain and very meticulous when it comes to how she looks.
"I'm not boasting but, I'm probably one of the most beautiful people you've ever met," Stella says with a flip of her hair.

Current Human Appearance

"If you believe in me hard enough, I just might show you the real me."

Unicorn Appearance

Talents:

Assassin Skills: Trained in the art of subterfuge, disguise, and "sharp objects that kill things", Stella's main skill set is focused more toward directly dispatching others and sticking to the shadows.
"I give hugs that make people fall asleep-- they may or may not wake up. It's how I survive."

Unicorn Magic - The Silence: While Unicorns are naturally gifted to be rather easy to forget, Stella has specialized magic in this area. She can quiet her footsteps, create a bubble of silence up to an arm's length away from herself, and blend easily into the shadows. A passive effect of the magic is the fact she is very easy to forget and can blend into the background or a crowd-- one needs to explicitly direct all of their attention on her for a long period of time, in order to not lose sight of her... aka "believe in Stella".
"That wasn't me..."

Unicorn Magic - Innocence: Perhaps one of the most prolific traits of a Unicorn. Their ability to appear innocent, lie so well it seems like the truth, and give the typical "puppy-dog eyed stare" to get themselves out of trouble, is a passive magical trait they're all born with. Only certain magic users and other Unicorns can see through this magical tactic though-- they rarely use it on one another as a courtesy.
"Don't worry about it, friend. Be cool..."

All of these spells draw from Stella's reserves of "moonlight" and sap her strength the longer they're in use. While she hasn't encountered many instances where her magic failed-- there have been a few scares in the middle of channeling spells, where she was a bit too tired to fully manifest the effects.

History:

"Alright, this is one of those things I can't sum up well, but I'll do my best." Stella clears her throat then begins, "So there we were, grazing upon the fruit at the base of the Evertree, when all of a sudden, guess who steps out of a portal? Titans. Actual titans throwing lava and ice around, all sorts of messed up stuff. Nobody liked these guys, especially not the people who were horribly murdered by them, and then I found myself alone. Everyone else was dead. I spent years wandering around until, eventually, I found my way here. That's it. I'm on vacation."

The truth is, Stella was an instrumental part in several historic events throughout Europe and Asia as a whole. Along with her other Unicorn cohorts, she helped burn down the Library of Alexandria, provoke a war between a faction of minor Chinese deities-- resulting in their complete self destruction, provoke a Fire Elemental into destroying Pompeii, helped sink the city of Atlantis, and directly assassinated the leader of a Korean based Vampiric army, resulting in a victory for the human government of South Korea, and assisted in the subsequent coverup operations.

All of Stella's tactics involved more direct actions. Among Unicorns, she is part of the "Dirty Hooves" crew-- those called upon to assist and assassinate when typical influential practices fail. Now that she's in New Camden, it seems Stella is focused on laying low. Sure, people see her walking about, but it's mostly during the same hours of the day and always for brief periods of time. She has very few friends and none of them know her very well however, it's well known that all she does is go to the beach, play at the arcade, and eat ice cream-- specifically chocolate Ice Cream. Needless to say, the Ice Cream shop owners know her well enough to start making her a waffle cone with two scoops of chocolate, whenever they see her from the shop windows. Where she gets her money or how she affords anything is something of a mystery to others but, Stella owns a large fortune assembled over centuries, and she lives comfortably on the interest her accounts gain.

Psychological Profile:

Stella takes everything easy. Extremely patient and almost disturbingly serene, there will never be a time when she seems either surprised or flustered. Sure, there are things she doesn't expect that happen, but Stella tends to shrug and accept things as they are. That being said, Stella is unfortunately as carefree as they come. It's very difficult to get her to do anything she doesn't expressly volunteer to do. When she needs to be concerned about things, Stella certainly lacks the urgency or care that's probably required for the situation. This particular trait has actually crafted itself into a strange form of courage-- perhaps even fearlessness. Then again, maybe she's simply too lazy to feel much fear because, after all, that would require energy to give a shit. However, when she commits herself to a purpose or is called upon to work, Stella goes after her goal with the aggressiveness and professionalism she is trained to have-- the quicker and cleaner she gets the job done, the sooner she can eat ice cream and play arcade games, after all.
"Ah, be cool, man. It doesn't mean much, does it? I like naps and Ice Cream, that's all there is to it. There ain't much more to know about me, I'd say."

Possessions:

An Obscene Variety Of Knives: Unicorn Weapons Smiths have perfected a "sharp and pointy" to injure of kill a multitude of species. All of her weapons range in length from pocket knife to short sword-- nothing longer. If it doesn't kill it, bring the weapon back for a full refund-- if you're alive, that is!
"They're for my protection, of course."

"Super Suit": Stella likes to call her full black, very "ninja like", assassin's suit her "super suit". It's flame resistant, puncture resistant, and has plenty of pockets and places to latch knives and such. It also helps her keep "cloth silent" on top of her inherent magical abilities.
"For some reason, saying 'where's my super suit' fills me with deep satisfaction..."

Yes, and:

"There are so many people in town that need makeovers. Maybe it's a cultural thing for me but, why would anyone not look their best at all times? Is it vain? No. Definitely not. It's simple courtesy to be easy on the eyes and that being said-- have you seen that weirdo in all black? Tax-person or whatever, right? Hideous. I mean, you can wear all black and make it work for you but they don't even make an attempt! It's fine. Whatever. Let people live their lives, right? Other than that I-- well I used to go to the park. I almost decided to relax in it-- that was until I saw the Dryad lurking there. Do they even have a name? I didn't ask because, well, I don't particularly like those kids of creatures-- long story."
Stella shakes her head slowly, lets out a deep sigh, then continues speaking.
"Then there's that baker which-- again-- I didn't ask their name. Names, smames, they're whoevers and whatever to me-- I just know the sweets are good and that's all I care about. If they wanted me to know them, well, they're out of luck. I don't need to know them, do I? It's better to keep a distance anyway, because you never know who might want to... you know... harvest my tears or blood. Seriously. As if I weren't already a walking target, the fact that I'm the last of my kind just makes me more valuable. Eh. I'm not sure if it's a compliment or not. I don't like to advertise what I am because of this fact, though. But, that being said, the majority of the Unicorn Hair circulating within the magic user community in New Camden is mine-- sold for obscenely high prices, of course. I have to eat too, you know? Otherwise, I like to stay on the beach because of this-- the sirens, merfolk, and selkies are better company anyway. And uh. There's a Kelpie by the lake I like to talk to sometimes-- she's sweet."

Lake Avonaco and Avonaco Beach

Location of Note:
Lake Avonaco + Lake Avonaco Beach

Notable Person:
Albert aka "Sasquatch"

A fact everyone knows about this place:
While the lake isn't very large, it does act as something of a haven for those who crave water, but are a bit too busy to go to the sea every day. Albert maintains the only dock on the lake and sells fishing gear and bait out of a tiny shack next to it. He's also been known to clean up trash off of the small strip of sandy beach at the lake's edge. Albert also ensures that the lake doesn't become over fished-- even going so far as to give anyone a good scolding during the fish spawning season.

Versus Arcade

Location of Note:
Versus Arcade -- Directly across the street from Black Cat Books

Notable Person:
"Warren" the Half-Demon Half-Angel "Demigod" of War

A fact everyone knows about this place:
While the owner couldn't exactly lead legions into battle well, not anymore, Warren most certainly takes these desires out in his arcade. Most of the games are competitive in nature and he has an especially large amount of fighting and sports based games. Regular tournaments happen in the arcade and rather expensive prizes are given to the victors. Most people report a rather subtle increase in their competitive desires while within the building.

Who Believes In Fairytales?

Chupacabra

&

Mothman

^{Location: Outside Nevermore Central Park #7}
Interaction @Crosswire

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Mothman squinted down at BB from his perch. While the look was more analytical than threatening, it seemed. After a brief moment, he waved back, then turned his attention back toward the Taco truck. Why Chupacabra's reaction was so delayed was anyone's guess, but she yelled from within the truck, "Is that the freakin' Wolf Puppy out there?! What's she want, eh? I'm closed!"
Sharply letting out a breath, Mothman threw his hands up in response to Chupa's proclamation.
"And did little puppy say," Chupacabra continued, "They wanted a freakin' chicken taco? Closed-- I'm freakin' closed."

Mothman let out another sigh, then leapt rather effortlessly to land atop the taco truck. Chupa's heavy footsteps approached the door before she stuck her head out. Frowning, Chupacabra glared down at BB, then snorted with disapproval. While Dani was never one to outwardly display any sort of hatred toward BB, she didn't exactly seem to like the girl either. It wasn't the rumors or even the reputation BB carried, but something altogether more mysterious in itself. Sometimes the Chupacabra would show a sort of pity toward BB, even going so far as to stop others from harassing BB while she was around. These times were just as numerous as the times that Chupa seemed irritated by BB's mere presence. Why she was so hot and cold toward BB, even Mothman probably couldn't explain. Either way, BB probably knew by now that Dani only welcomed BB to the truck if she--

"Got money?" Dani huffed, "Frakin' half-dolla a taco-- you know the drill, pup." Without waiting for response, Chupacabra turned, then headed back into the depths of her truck, shouting, "And if you ain't got a half-dolla, I suggest you freakin' get a job, wolf puppy, else you gonna be eatin' styrofoam cups too, eh?"

Meanwhile Mothman, who was silently pinching the bridge of his nose through the whole "conversation", lept down from the top of the truck to land next to BB. He made several gestures, clearly in an attempt to put BB at ease with Dani's apparent hostility. Then, holding up a finger, he reached into his pocket with a thoughtful expression on his face. Soon, he produced a handful of change-- around two dollars worth-- then held it out toward BB. Smiling warmly, Mothman thrust the handful of coins gently toward BB, insisting that she take it.

"Mothy! You want that blue syrup in this? Make it look nice for you."
At the sound of Chupacabra's voice, Mothman turned his attention toward the truck again. Wither or not BB took the change, Mothman would soon hide the donation from Chupa's sight. BB could probably recall incidents in the past where Dani had scolded Mothman for showing "kindness to dumb puppies", but he did it anyway.

Final Fantasy: The Dark Crystal

Before we move on, I have a very important question that will shake the very foundations of the plot.

...

... if this was a game, what would our characters victory poses be?

@Savo

Straight up Sagat Laugh. Simple.

Dat Street Fighter Stuff

The Hidden People

@HeySeuss@Aleranicus
Hello!
Noticed y'all got that small group tag up there at the top of this RP,
so I'm curious if you have filled all of your spaces or if there's room for a Utrax?