Utrax

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

@UtraxI like it. Maybe one of the other players would make the witch

@PrankFox

I'm down for that or an NPC! Either works for me! I'll start whipping up the character sheet when I get home.

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

@UtraxSure, would you make the witch character as well?

@PrankFox

In some capacity. I'm thinking Zombie on the run from a witch in pursuit.

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

@Utrax Ghosts are main form of undead, but the witches could potentially have the power to create other types.

@PrankFox

So I can play a zombie and be like a wizard witch did it?

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

What about zombies/undead folks?

[Open] [Remake] The Deep Blue Sea

Queen Celestius

^{@AnyAlex@Squirrel98@Blade17}
"Very good then, Captain. Missives will be sent to the Royal Boatswain at the docks, informing him to make his best materials and workmen avaliable for use, at your instruction. We will also inform our Quartermasters that you are allowed a portion of our stock of supplies-- five percent-- as well as a cut of currency to spend within the city, again, as you determine to be best," the Queen looked over the faces of the crew almost-warmly. Almost.

She continued, "Guest rooms outside the castle within the Rose Wing will be made avaliable, should you or your crew deem it necessary to stay on castle grounds. Otherwise. You are free to come and go as you please. A guard will be assigned to escort you through the castle-- I do hope you are fond of Craigfire Pixies."

At that, a sudden flaring of lights materialized around the Queen-- the multicolored glowing auras of a multitude of Craigfire Pixies-- so named for their affinity with lava magic. They were dangerous creatures, measured between six to twelve inches in stature, and were able to disappear and reappear at a moment's notice. Several of them flitted about the crew, as if taking in their appearences, before surrounding them in a circle.

"If you've nothing else for me, Captain, you may take your leave."

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

^{The Gay Grove}

Hector didn't even have the chance to say huh, because that part of his brain was slow to react, just like the rest of him, when those taser claws were fired at him. By the time he looked down, all he could do was scream, "NO, MY BALLS," as the voltage of the stun gun coarsed through him, from the taser darts dug firmly into the crotch of his shorts. Firstly, the fact he wasn't immediately a writhing mass of dude on the ground, was the first indicator something was very Florida Man about him. Indeed when, secondly, a set of foot long bony SPIKES errupted from his nipples, followed by several more spikes bursting from random points across his body, of varying length and size, there was a very hefty indication that something was wrong here.

Hector grabbed the wires and gave them a tug-- A LOT OF TUGS-- dude was either trying to tear the thing apart or take it out of her hand, either way, he was spewing a God Conjuring Amount of Curses in the most rapid Peruvian Spanish ever heard in Florida... before he literally fell to the ground with all his joints locked up. As he lay there he continued cursing inbetween electric shocks.

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“Alright, you know what, it sounds like a great idea. Maybe I can take them on a wild chase by blinking aw aboot the place. Then if needed I can blink in and teleport, uh, Vashti out, ay? I ain't able to teleport people more than once every so often, but if it works out I can grab you when you get the flag."

Isla

Mariah's brows knitted together and she stared at Isla. She took a breath, licked her lips, then squinted at Isla, "Wha--"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Madison

Go time-- Mariah watched Emily drag herself across the ground, flapped her flamenco fan about, then picked up a jog toward the field. First abstraction she cast was on Emily, while shouting, "Yea-- good way to draw attention, sis!" This abstraction manifested as a rather STUPID looking orange ARROW pointed to Emily-- one that even Mariah was confused about. As she put her hello kitty parasol between her and the other team, Mariah tossed her second spell toward Vashti, whispering something about, "Keeping it low key," before she turned her attention back to the game. The only thing Vashti would be able to see as a manifestation of the abstraction would be a very slight orange fog around her feet. Mariah charged into the fray like she was a born sprinter-- probably helped by the fact she was tall as shit-- and she locked eyes on whichever FLYING WITCH was going to dive the flag first.

Like some kind of Warborn Mary Poppins, Mariah caught said Coven member on the outside of her parasol, tilted it a bit, while shouting, "Lárgate de aquí, pendja!" She'll try to catch them, use their momentum in order to Counter-Yeet them away from their projected landing space. Now, all that was left to do, was keep bashing people about in order to keep the flag blocked and-- Isla.

While she was an afterthought, Mariah did eventually fan flip toward Isla, once again conjuring the weird arrow which pointed at Isla-- serving to draw attention to her as more people focused on her... Which meant that the more they focused on Emily and Isla, the less they would think about Vashti-- who was enchanted to become more and more ignorable, as people focused less on her.

... or that, at least, was the intended effect. Truth be told? All of her abstractions other than the one on her parasol likely did jack shit.

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

@UtraxAt the moment I'm planning on posting in casual, so two short paragraphs would be bare minimum requirement. Enough for people to be able to react to it. That being said, if people want to post more fleshed out descriptions and dialogue they are more than welcome to do so, but I'm not going to require more than someone is comfortable writing for a casual RP.

@PrankFox

Thanks! This answers my question. Consider me invested.

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

I'm interested in the concept.
What's the writing style you'll want for the RP? i.e. Expected post length or whatnot.
Often my participation hinges on this factor.

Art Contests

It did! Thank you.
Can't wait to see the contest!

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

^{The Gay Grove}

“Well, I guess that settles it!” Mariah clapped as Isla made her way over then explained her powers. Already she was kind of sort of thinking up a plan and then Emily spoke--

"Mar...iah...? What exactly can you do? Because far as I can tell all we have to do is have Isla teleport to the flag, haul ass, and we cover her... which will be made difficult by the likes of Madison and... Maya."

"Actually I was thinkin' the opposite," replied Mariah as she waved her fan about and cast her HATER BLOCKER abstraction on her parasol. It illuminated with a soft orange glow and she smirked as she told Emily, "My power? I make stuff glow orange. Anyway-- which one of yall," she turned to look over the group, "Is most likely to draw the most attention versus who the least? I get the feelin' they gonna focus on her--" Mariah pointed to Isla "-- and you--" she pointed to Emily "-- which is good. I notice whenever you open your mouth errbody look atcha. Anyway, that mean whoever ain't gonna get noticed will be the person I'mma use my other spell-thing on."

And she stared at Vashti as she said this, "I bet it's you, huh?" Looking over her shoulder at the other team, Mariah explained to Emily, "If they focus on you n' Pop-Up-Ad, I can make them HELLA focus on y'all. Which'll leave her," she tilted her head at Vashti, "T' be all sneaky 'round the back and take the flag while we act like we bout to do shit. She'll get my other spell-thingy that'll make 'em not notice her much. Boom bam," Mariah snapped twice as punctuation, "We wiiiiniiin, hunny."

Now what Mariah wasn't saying was the fact that she didn't exactly understand how ANY of the other two spells worked. In fact, she was only being cool headed on the surface, but her body language-- the shifting posture and wiggly knees-- could help convey how nervous she was. That was good though, right? According to one of the Abuelas, she needed that bit of fear to make one of the spells work, but it kinda contradicted the power in her other spells... which required pretending you were the baaaaaaddest bitch. Or. Something. Her lips pressed together as she awaited the input from the other members and whoever the hell was going to join as member six. Or five-- wait?

Claudette had fucked up the balance of teams by standing off to the side. As she stared over there, Maria raised a brow behind her shades. Oh no.

From behind Claudette, as she stood in the treeline, a large dude began making his way toward her. Hector, in all his glory, was stomping through the woods to get a better look at things. Loudly sucking his teeth, Hector was all, "Oh man where the sun even go? Why it all dark? Oh hey-- haaaay, girl." He stopped a bit away from Claudette as he... scratched his balls and stared at the sky.